#the gossip session must have been crazy

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workaholic characters prompts | @cloudvii :

you've proven your point.

He knows, he knows, he knows, he knows, he knows.

He knows he's watched, monitored, his sessions with Dr. Grazia a mandatory affair to this day — in denial, never moved on, his emotional investment a detriment to his career, but they were willing to give him a chance. As if that, in itself, wasn't a lie, a pathetic attempt at a cover up. They just had no other choice, no other neck to put on the chopping block for a promotion, lacking qualified forces that weren't barred from being promoted due to their typing.

And the awareness of it all is like a weight on his shoulders, a buzzing at the back of his head, this intrinsic paranoia that has long since settled into his bones: the world's gone crazy, and they expect him to fall in line along with them.

Or else. Or else… what?

They'll deal with him as they have with Zack? They'll send a letter to his mother claiming he's perished in a mission, his body unrecoverable? The dress shoes at the periphery of his vision find reason to step close enough to take a shot?

He knows better than to let it happen. Knows he's been given one too many chances to clean his act up. So he does.

He drops the subject, stops talking about it, stops feeding into the gossip even with people that seems to share his beliefs — he's learned his lesson after Luxiere.

Back to model behavior, an example, someone worth following.

But the pressure doesn't ease, his own meta-awareness of the situation preventing him from truly ever relaxing… because he knows he hasn't given up searching, and he knows they know it too.

One foot in, one foot out, an animal caught in a trap of it's own making — he can't leave because he knows people are relying on him, he can't leave because he knows what'll happen when he tries.

…

Sometimes he can't help but wonder if he's actually lost it. Sees his own reflection in the worried gaze of the blond in front of him — and Ifrit, isn't that a joke? Cloud Strife, worried for him? He must really look like shit, refusing sleep for the last 48 hours as exhaustion tips into mania.

Zack's out there, he is out there, close, Kunsel doesn't know why but he's coming back to Midgar, he's been tracking him and —

Cloud doesn't believe it. He's never believed it, really.

Kunsel knows, can tell in the tone of his voice that it's little more than a placating gesture, but Kunsel thought there was at least a chance he of everyone would understand, see the truth after Kunsel found a way to prove it.

Prove that a dead man's walking.

His DMW chip warns of heightened emotion, a log certainly sent to Dr. Grazia, and his hands clench and unclench as he works to ease the tension in his body as he licks his lips and thinks of what to say next, how to reply to what was clearly meant to end the conversation, drop the subject — for his own good, he's sure.

"Yeah… yeah, alright." Deflective, curt, and it's clear he's there's a storm brewing beneath an already turbulent surface - but there's a clear attempt at holding himself back… from what even he is unsure. There's a knot in his throat, and he swallows it down as he thinks of what to do next, how to handle the weight of what he knows is about to happen - he has to do something, there has to be something he can do. "Thanks for hearing me out."

It was something, a pity effort extended perhaps, but it was clear Cloud was just another dead end - if he wanted to do this, he'd have to do it alone.

He can do it. He can.

... He doesn't know that.

But he hopes.

[ae-azile]

Gossip After Death: Chapter 5 Preview

“Kinn, I really think you should take it easy today.”

Kinn shakes his head stubbornly as he puts on his other shoe, “I have a list. One of them may be involved with Porsche disappearing.”

Tankhun crosses his arms over his chest, “Or you will turn it into a kill list. Because that's what happened yesterday, Kinn. You killed someone who had no information and wasn’t involved.”

“...It doesn't matter. He was a shitty person anyway.”

As Tankhun lets out a sigh, he knows he doesn't want to guilt his brother too heavily. Not in the state he is in. But at the same time, he needs him to stop and think. Kinn needs to take the day to rest, even though Tankhun realizes how hard that must be in the situation Kinn is in. Tankhun himself thought about asking for a sedative - a milder one than the one given to Kinn so he could care for his brother but still not obsess over Porsche and whether or not he is alive.

Tankhun can only imagine the state he would be in if Arm had disappeared. He would be inconsolable and demanding to exhaust every resource. And his family wouldn't even realize the extent of his pain. They would probably think he was crazy. He and Arm have kept their relationship quiet since it developed the night after the attack. Only Pol knows, and that would put a lot on Pol’s shoulders.

But now isn't the time to tell Kinn about him and Arm, even as a distraction.

“I'm not trying to make you feel bad,” Tankhun says squatting down in front of him while Kinn remains seated on the bed, “But I am very concerned. I care about you deeply and don't want you to…Can you please just try to relax today? We’ll watch a movie. You can take a milder sedative if your mind is spinning-”

“No.”

But despite the quiet answer, tears are filling Kinn’s eyes rapidly and threatening to spill over. One does when Tankhun puts a hand on his cheek.

“Oh, honey,” Tankhun murmurs, “You are in pain. It's really okay to take a break.”

“No,” Kinn chokes out, “I'm fine-”

“You're not. No one would be. Please? Just stay here with me.”

Kinn's breathing is becoming erratic now. Tankhun hopes it leads to a good, cathartic crying session that releases some of the tension Kinn is holding, rather than leading to Kinn wrecking Tankhun’s bedroom. Although, if Kinn needs to wreck another room, Tankhun will accept it. He would prefer if Kinn would let Tankhun just take him to a rage room. He's never been to one, but he heard that one opened in Bangkok recently. That could be a good idea. Tankhun can offer to rent out the entire business for the day so Kinn can destroy whatever he wants to his heart’s content.

But before Tankhun can suggest such a thing, Kinn is shrugging Tankhun's hands off him and standing up.

“I'm moving on with my list. Stay with Chay and Kim.”

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“Vegas, he removed someone's cochlear bone! At 7 in the morning! Yesterday, he waited until after lunch. And the first day, he didn't remove any body parts until even later than that!”

Vegas glances at him before picking the percolator off the stove, “Can you keep your voice down? Pete is asleep.

“He can't HEAR me!”

“No, but the babies seem to be able to,” Vegas says, “If you wake them up, he might wake up as well.”

Porsche takes a calming breath and tries to settle down, “Fine. But I need you to talk to Kinn. Now.”

“No.”

“Did you hear what I just said?!” Porsche asks, raising his voice once more as he steps closer, “He is resorting to your torture methods! That isn’t him!”

Vegas walks over to the fridge and pulls out the creamer, “It's not. You're right. How good is he at pulling out cochlear bones, by the way?”

“Horrible!” Porsche exclaims That makes it even more awful to watch! It's slow and agonizing and bloodier than the time I saw you do it! Talk to him!”

Porsche drops to his knees at that point. He doesn't know what else to do. He probably looks pathetic. Going by Vegas’s putting expression, Porsche knows he does.

“Porsche, that shaman is supposed to be back in less than two weeks!”

“That's too long! He might do something completely unforgivable by then and start a war! Or he may do something to himself!” Porsche says, then desperately puts his hands together, “Vegas, please. I'm worried he may try to do something irreversible to himself if this goes on for much longer. I can't…I won't-”

“If he did, you guys would be together again,” Vegas says with a shrug, “If I couldn't see ghosts, I would probably do the same for Pete. It might be for the best-”

“It's not,” Porsche cuts in, “Kinn killing himself would never be for the best. And…And I don't think you would want him to do that to himself either.”

Vegas says nothing. Not that he gets a huge chance to, since Pete comes into the kitchen with both babies in his arms.

“They were both very fussy,” Pete says, then gives Vegas a kiss, “I thought I heard your voice. Were you on the phone?”

“Just talking to myself,” Vegas says, then gives Pete another kiss before kissing both babies on the head, “Good morning! Are you two hungry?”

“Vegas, we’re not finished!” Porsche snaps, jumping to his feet, “Talk to Kinn, or I’ll-”

“I’ll make their bottles,” Vegas says, “You can feed them in the living room and tell Macau to wake up.”

“You're lucky he comes home on the weekends,” Pete scoffs, “Almost every wake up call you attempt when he's staying in the dorms gets ignored.”

“He answers for you more than he does for me,” Vegas says, “And I know he’ll wake up for you more quickly than he will for me. Such a good pa.”

Pete’s gaze softens as he leans forward to kiss Vegas again, “And you're such a good dad.”

“Kinn and I wanted to be parents too,” Porsche tells Vegas stubbornly. But Vegas doesn't acknowledge him, even after Pete and the babies are out of the room.

“I'm crashing your breakfast,” Porsche threatens, “I am going to lie across the table and make everyone’s food cold and disgusting!”

Vegas gives him a sharp look, “Don't.”

This is the biggest threat Porsche can give him? Compromising any food Vegas cooks?

Fine. He’ll take it.

“Watch me,” Porsche says, a smirk playing his lips.

While it doesn't get Vegas to cave on talking to Kinn, he still does it. Macau complains about how cold the food is twice before getting up to put his plate in the microwave. That makes hit hot for about two bites before Porsche lies on his plate again and brings down the temperature of the food.

“Weird,” Macau mutters, then gets up once more, “P’Pete, does Hia’s food suck more than usual on your end too?”

“You can go,” Vegas says, pointing at the door. Porsche isn't sure if he is talking to him or Macau.

Maybe both.

“It tastes good to me,” Pete says, shrugging.

Porsche can take care of that.

As he shimmies across the table and lies across Pete’s plate, Vegas lets out a groan.

“What's wrong?” Pete asks, “You’ve been off the last couple of days. Are you worried about Porsche? If so, I am meeting with Arm today to go over our options and decide on coverage…and…and dragging Chao Phraya. Kinn apparently had a breakdown fit over it last night. Tankhun’s words. Not mine. But he didn't forbid the move. He's just…I would suggest reaching out . He's apparently doing worse than anyone has ever seen him. But-”

“I don't think any comfort or condolences would be welcome from me,” Vegas says.

“Me either,” Macau adds, “I’m checking on Chay, but I will never text Kinn and see if he's okay.”

Pete shakes his head, “Macau, you were seventeen when everything went down, and you are still a teenager. Kinn places no blame on you for any of the conflict and asks about you when I see him. He asks about how school is going and how you're getting along-”

“He's a dick.”

“I think your father and uncle convinced all of you to hate each other,” Pete mutters, but then offers them both a forced smile before taking another bite from his plate. He immediately looks surprised, and not in a good way.

“...I think I will go heat my food up too,” Pete says, getting up from his chair and picking up his plate.

“And I think I will do this for every meal Vegas cooks for you for as long as he lives,” Porsche says nonchalantly before glancing back at Vegas, who is currently glaring daggers at him. However, he doesn't say a word. Porsche supposes he can't unless he wants to look crazy.

He just wishes Vegas would be willing to look that way at least once. For Kinn’s sake.

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A Different Chord - Sammy Lawrence x Reader (Part Five)

It’s getting busy at the studio, and you can’t find Sammy Lawrence.

A/N: In honor of BatDR not being dead, I have actually written stuff. (Sorry for the wait.)

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It had been nearly half a year since your lessons with Sammy began, and things were busier than ever in the studio. It had been at least a week since your last banjo lesson (though admittedly, they were turning into sessions where you told Sammy gossip from around the studio). One day on your break, you headed down to the Music Department to see Sammy.

Henry had practically kicked you out of the art department anyway, complaining that you’re too young to work straight through the day. He said he was gonna have to talk to to Joey about that. Breaks were practically nonexistent in the studio, after all, especially as of late. Joey Drew’s deadlines were becoming more and more imposing and strict. Now that you thought about it, everyone seemed more on edge lately. You rolled your shoulders back and moseyed towards the music director’s office.

When you got there, you were surprised to see that his office was empty. Maybe he was still with the band? You went down the hall to check. As you rounded the corner into the practice room, you frowned. The room was empty. The band must not be meeting today. Or maybe they were taking their own break. Either way, the practice room was empty.

“Don’t know where he went, kiddo. Kicked us all out awhile ago.” A drawling voice made you jump. Turning around, you found Norman Polk on the balcony, fidgeting with a projector.

“That Sammy Lawrence is a strange one, I’ll tell ya… Once he kicked the band out, he ran all the way up here. Heard him flip the projector on, then he ran all the back down here. He played some instruments or somethin’, and he hasn’t come out for a long time. Peculiar man, dunno what you see in him,” Norman continued. That was the most you’d ever heard him speak. Your face reddened a little at his words.

“He’s just teaching me how to play the banjo, Mr. Polk! Don’t get the wrong idea,” you defended.

Norman grinned like the cheshire cat. “I think you’d better tell him that. Never seen that crazy composer as happy as he is when he’s teachin’ you.”

You shook your head hopelessly, feeling the heat in your cheeks. “I’m going to go find Sammy, Mr. Polk.” With that, you exited the room and started searching around, ignoring what Norman had said.

You couldn’t find Sammy anywhere, oddly enough. You swore he never left the music department, and Norman mentioned he’d been in the band room, but there was no sign of the musician. Instead, you’d decided to settle down in his office and wait for him to return.

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Sammy’s office had become a bit busier as of late. Joey Drew had pipes installed to carry ink for some weird sort of project, and the switch for the pumps was placed there. People often came in and out of the office, usually GENT workers or janitors like Wally. Sammy’s desk had also become a bit messier. It had been a lot busier in the studio and you hadn’t had as frequent lessons… Since when had it become so unorganized?

After turning Sammy’s radio on, you started to stack the sheet music scattered across his desk. There were a lot of ink stains on the music. Come to think of it, there were also a lot of ink bottles in his rubbish bin… Why was he going through so much ink?

You shrugged it off once you noticed a black notebook under the sheet music you’d sorted. Curiosity gnawed on your bones, and as you started to reach for the book—

“(Y/N), you’re in my office.” Sammy Lawrence appeared, leaning on the doorframe. He looked slightly amused.

“Um yup, sure am. It’s a disaster in here, you should hire a maid,” You joked lightly, hoping he hadn’t seen you reach for his notebook.

“How long have you been waiting here?” Sammy asked. Changing the subject.

“Only for a little while. Where have you been? Got time for a lesson?”

The composer only responded to the latter question. “Only a short one. Joey has me writing songs for three different Bendy cartoons, all due tonight.” His expression soured.

“Why not work on those then? I don’t mind.”

“You’re just a distraction, I won’t be able to write much while you’re here. Besides, I have… certain things I have to do. Alone,” he added hastily.

Odd. “Do you want me to leave? Am I too distracting?” You asked, waggling your eyebrows playfully. You tried to keep Norman’s words from creeping back into your head.

“Oh, can it. Quit being a child,” Sammy said, but you swear a smile crept up on his face.

“Make me,” you chided lightly. Sammy strode over to where you were sitting at his desk. He towered over you normally, but was even taller while you sat. Leaning down, the musician placed a hand on his desk. He stared straight into your eyes, smirking. He was so close-

The moment was over in an instant. Turning away, he chuckled. “That’s what I thought. Now please, let me work.”

You should probably tell him what Norman said…

You decided not to.

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Enhypen as study buddies pt2

Sunoo:

Less studying more gossip;

You honestly don’t mind at all, you’re quite like him so;

You’d try and stay focused for as long as possible but max would be 15 minutes with other 15 min of breaks;

That’s why a cafe is the prefered spot for these more called hang outs then study sessions;

If it was in school or the library you’re pretty sure someone would get upset over the conversations you guys have;

Some angel must have been by your side cause you both passed the test.

Jungwon:

So smart it blows your mind;

You asked him for help since you were scared you might fail this class and he immediatly agreed to help;

Looks pretty strict the first few minutes but he noticed how tense you were and started small talk to ease the environment;

You actually left that study session with a brand new friend;

He texted you making sure you didn’t have any other doubts and sent kind words so you’d go into a much more confident mindset into the exam;

You passed and to show your gratification you bought him lunch the day after you knew the results.

Niki:

Honestly pretty crazy;

You’re gonna have to be real aware of how important studying is for any of you to actually have a productive afternoon;

He gets distracted very easily when in good company, he doesn’t mean to not study but one thing reminds him of another and next thing you know instead of talking about the japanese test you’re actually talking about pinneaple and if it should be on pizza or not;

Don’t get me wrong,very important and insightful conversations but your teacher certainly didn’t say there would be questions about it;

You’re both lucky that you are both very good at japenese to begin with or it would be a disaster.

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[gustingirl]

gvf headcanon | dating their alter egos

request: masterclass anon and yeah i mean like imagine dating dr. jmk or chip bunker or that whole mess that is oliver reed & cal a bungah

dr. j.m.k.

it’s easy to say the four relationships would be totally chaotic and probably very hard to endure (good luck, y/n). in the case of this lunatic we call a spiritual psychologist, i can imagine his job being quite present in the relationship. like he would try teaching you all about spirituality, bringing up the most boring yet crazy facts that you literally had never heard of. now, sex would be amazing, but like you gotta imagine he literally never stops being a psychologist, and one involved with spirituality, so i can totally see the doctor bringing up rocks and precious stones, the astros and whatever the fuck he wants to basically explain anything. king of spiritual gaslighting, i would say.

however, this isn’t a regular doctor. this psychologist apparently is good at teaching, and you had been waiting for him to come home after an endless day of seminars and conferences. as you waited for him, your body tired after a long day at work, you began recalling the day you met; a friend of yours had recommended to you this really fascinating doctor that could basically help you with whatever problem you had. you, anyways, never expected him to slide his phone number after the very first session, and you for sure never expected to fuck him in the second session. though, after some dates and many sex sessions you began falling in love with him, you also realized how full of shit he was. it was adorable and yet amazing, as his sermons were basically ways to distract you from whatever was afflicting you. now, months after starting this insane relationship, you found yourself trying to get used to his “spiritual” ass. after some minutes of waiting for cuddles, you watched as your boyfriend opened the door to fall straight over your lap. you began stroking his hair, tiredness too making your eyes start closing. it was all a lie, you should have guessed, as dr. j.m.k’s hands abandoned your legs to go to your ass. you pushed him away, sighing tired as you exclaimed you were too tired to fuck. and that’s when his spiritual manipulation began working.

“babe, you don’t get it. i don’t wanna fuck, we NEED to fuck. the earth has commanded the inevitable, we must succumb ourselves to its prayers” his tone was a mix of seriousness mixed with sarcasm, a tone you could never quite decipher

“you’re joking” you too were mixing a question with a statement, as you weren’t sure how to react

“not at all! look, my love” you let your boyfriend take your hands in his, and watched as his hands did some weird moves around yours, crushing your hands with his, leaving them slightly red “felt that? it’s our cynical energy, it’s our soul, what yoU FELT THERE, that was your soul. and you hear that?” now his hands were messing your hair around and, before continuing, he pulled a beautiful stone from his pocket “the stones are calling your name, they vibrate after i touched your hair! see?” suddenly all excitement left his face, and his most serious look showed up, right before finishing “we need to fuck”

you couldn’t help but laugh loudly, falling backwards on the couch as you tried taking in everything your doctor had said. however, it was a really bad move as you soon had j.m.k on top of you, taking advantage of your exposed neck to begin kissing it all.

cal a. bungah.

gonna say, i pray for your stomach. this man claims to be a chef but every day i doubt more about his cooking skills. you would be his assistant every single night, trying all the plates he creates on the spot and having to fight the urge to vomit as he magically forgets to season everything. i just know he would make it all about him, and would praise his own cooking skills every night, bringing them up when you two visit a restaurant.

everybody thought you were the luckiest person on earth because your boyfriend was a professional chef. all your coworkers would gossip around, crying of envy as they could just wish for your life. however, they were pretty unaware of your boyfriend’s actual cooking skills. you couldn’t really deny the fact that it was nice to never have to worry about going back home to cook, as cal would always have a million dishes prepared for you. but the dishes were never of your taste and you had to fight the urge of running straight to the bathroom after every meal. as you were sitting on the bus, contemplating your life while staring through the window, you prayed internally for your boyfriend to be too tired to cook. you loved him to death, but you were dying for a different meal for once. however, your prayers were useless as you smelled the scent of cinnamon and…were those radishes? you sighed as you closed the door behind you, the sound ringing in your boyfriend’s ears who ran towards you and hugged you close. you took in the suffocating smell of vodka on his body, yet you noticed he was sober. with the same excitement he had as he made his way towards you, he carried you back to the kitchen, showing you the already prepared dinner table. the place looked amazing with candles and breadsticks prepared for you, and you let cal sit you down to wait for the final touches. as you waited, you began eating some breadstick as you watched him cook. the final straw was the moment you noticed how he was disinfecting the vegetables.

“cal…” you started, a bit concerned, while your boyfriend remained oblivious “maybe we should order food”

“what!? that’s unnecessary when you have me, baby” you smiled at the cute kiss he stole from you, feeling the taste of cherries and tomatoes on his lips. the weird mix had you throwing up inside your mouth, but you refrained yourself for the moment.

only minutes later cal served dinner and sat in front of you. the meal was a mix of greens, beans, some fruits and what you wanted to think was tofu. his infamous margaritas could not be missed, but you knew better than that to not drink one drop of it. however, you fell right into the trap as you tried one bite of the weird looking salad he had just cooked.

“see!? it’s amazing, i told you” his mouth was so full you could barely understand what he was saying

“cal?” your mouth was also full, though in your case you just couldn’t swallow the food

“yeah?” he inquired as he took a sip of his drink

“fuck you, i’m ordering mcdonalds”

chip bunker.

aw, this would be a weird but interesting couple. you won the lottery with chip, if we compare it with the other three. however, you gotta know he’s only talking about golf. and when i mean only talking about golf, i mean picture a rich white old man whose life revolves around golf, because that’s what is going on with chip. all his romantic compliments would be in golf vocabulary, and though he would be really romantic, it would still be cringy and even slightly nerdy. he’s like cute but sometimes aggressive.

one day you finally gave in; chip wanted to spend a whole weekend with you at a golf resort. the idea was completely weird, definitely not your first choice. but you had forced your boyfriend to do activities he didn’t like too, so you could only think of accepting it at least once. at first, the place was nice. you did catch on the amount of white old men around you, some of them smelling like actual dollar bills. it was truly fascinating, you had to admit, though a bit weird as you witnessed an actual ice sculpture of a golf stick. for a second you thought you were getting yourself involved in some golf cult, but chip by your side was calming you down, letting you know true golf fans knew how to appreciate such a perfect sport. you had your own opinions, but you shut them up as you sat on the little cart taking you and your boyfriend to the court he had rented. you spent an entire afternoon learning how to play, watching your boyfriend cheer at every score and letting him tell you all the strange history facts he knew about the sport. at night, you had asked chip to take you to dinner, as you had noticed the resort had a beautiful big restaurant with some good looking dishes. that night, you sat right across your boyfriend, as his pupils seemed to have morphed into two hearts. you could tell on his face how in love he was with you, and your heart knew well that you felt just as much love for him as he did for you.

“you’re doing it again” chip commented, making you come back from your trance

“what am i doing?” you smiled, playing with his fingers

“getting lost in my eyes” you felt your cheeks blushing red as the comment took you by surprise

“i’m just so happy i’m with you” you were being truly sincere, and never once expected such a reply afterwards

“i’m so lucky to have you, i truly scored my 18th hole with you”

you were left speechless, completely lost with the reference.

“what?” you knew for sure you were never going to understand it

“you’re my eagle, my baby” your eyebrows were frowning, confusion taking over your face “my beautiful four points”

the golf references continued, making you lose any capacity to understand his words. but you knew, deep down you knew, they were romantic as fuck.

oliver reed.

oh boy, oh god why would you date this man? if we’re talking about unhinged lovers, we have to start with oliver reed. have you seen that man? i don’t even need to describe a relationship with him. hold on, because it’s not a bad thing, ok? like this man is literally ride or die with you, and your life with him would be a total adventure right after the other. no moment of your life will ever be boring as you date him, but this also means no moment will ever be normal. i just sense he would only date someone who can either match his energy or balance with his, and if that’s the case then you’re literally his priority. you come first before anything else, but it means you must be able to endure his odd attitude.

the biggest problem is when you’re in public. because you fell in love with this man, right? you truly fell in love with him the second you heard him talk at a bar, it was like a weird but hollywood-like love at first sight. but the rest of the world could never see what you see, and that was an evident statement when you two were in public. for some reason, oliver was incredibly into pda, something you never expected from him. when he had told you he was ok with it, you assumed he liked kissing here and there, without caring what others said. you never once imagined this could mean grabbing your ass out of nowhere. the little gasp you released when you felt his palm slapping his ass brought the attention of every individual at the mall, as you two made your way down the hallways and towards any vintage clothes store you could find. you looked around, face red as a tomato and burning like fire, crossing stares with several witnesses, while oliver smirked with pride. he loved showing others you were his, sometimes in quite odd ways, like the one time he just began biting your neck at the cinema. you truly were used to this, but you sometimes would forget how it wasn’t as normal for others. after searching for good stores and failing to find them, you sat down with oliver at the food section, with two trays in front of you, as you kissed and ate your lunch. at that moment you truly forgot how dirty mouthed he was, and you had soon lost count of the amount of times he had said the word “fuck”. it was not weird of him to curse like a sailor, and you were really ok with it, but only now realized how bad it was when a kid nearby began crying at oliver, pointing at him as he ran back with his mom, accusing your boyfriend of being a bad person.

“fucking kids these days are weak as fuck” your boyfriend complained between teeth as he took a bite of his sandwich

“you made him cry!” you were shocked at the scene, as it felt like it belonged to a movie

“the little blessing will be fine, he probably fucking cries all the fucking time, he’s used to it by now”

you could only laugh at him, eyeing as you could hear some drowned giggles coming from his mouth. you knew how much of a character this was, and how much of a soft boy he truly was. however, he barely showed that side to you, especially in public.

“can you please speak well for once? besides every time you say ‘fuck’ you spit on me” you complained, removing some drops that had landed on your cheeks just seconds ago

“you weren’t complaining about me spitting on you last night” though he attempted to mumble his comeback, his voice was never low enough and, before you could laugh, you both jumped in your place as another kid began crying after overhearing your not-so-innocent conversation.

[randomshyperson]

The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - Chapter 13 - The Sixth Year (Part Three)

My dear friend @abimess, I keep stealing your gifs and making updates without telling you. I hope you never get tired of it.

Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies. || Chapter Warnings: Magical torture with minors, cursing, angst, ptsd, derogatory thoughts and behavior, dark magic.

Chapter Words: 8.486 K

A/N> Yes, I've gone for a month without warning anyone, and yes that might go on, but at least i'm near ending this (I'm already writing chapter 21). Once I'm finished, I'll just programe tumblr to upload them all for me because i'm lazy. I hope anyone like this yet, i don't even know what i'm doing anymore. Good reading!

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Chapter 13 - Part XIII - The Sixth Year (Part Three)

Gossip really starts to irritate you when you go to lunch after potions.

"You want to say something to me, girl?" You charge impatiently when you hear the giggles behind you again, coming from a group of students sitting at Ravenclaw's table.

The group turns around with wry smiles on their faces, and you notice the editions of the Daily Prophet in the hand of one of the boys. It is Hope Summers, your classmate, who speaks first:

"We're just sharing some theories, Stark." She says in a provocative tone. "Some of us find it an interesting coincidence that just now that Mephisto is back, you and Maximoff are losing control of magic."

You frown.

"What are you talking about?" you ask in surprise, referring to Wanda, but Hope thinks you want her to keep mocking you.

"It's just suspicious that no one knows what happened to you in that dungeon, or at the ministry of magic." Hope counters. "And now you two are blowing things up, and we have a dark wizard on the loose."

"Fuck you, Summmers." You curse as you stand up, leaving the girl in shock at your aggressiveness.

The same auror from the first day stands in front of you as you try to approach Slytherin's table.

"Students must respect..."

But you interrupted his speech with a loud shove that sent him staggering backwards, and drew the immediate attention of several people.

You were seeing red by now, the man's wry smile only making you more irritated.

He drew his wand, but so did you. And the room held its breath.

"Put your wand away, Miss Stark." Warned the auror angrily, but you didn't.

Wanda stood up as she noticed the confusion, rushing to reach you, but the auror put his arm in her way.

"Now, miss." He warned again, and you grunted in irritation.

"Get your hands off her." You retorted, feeling your body fever with hatred.

"Stark." The man said, his arm reaching down to push Wanda back, and you exploded.

You didn't even finish thinking about the spell, the magic exploding out of your wand.

The auror masterfully blocked it, and you dropped your wand to jump on top of him.

It was a confusion of shoving, other bigger students pulling you away from the man and he away from you.

" Never fucking touch her again!" You warned snorting in anger, Thor Odinson stopping you from jumping on the man's neck.

"I just pushed her away from the line of fire, you crazy bitch!" The auror retorted indignantly and angrily. "Go to the headmaster's office now!"

"Fuck you!"

Thor pulled you out of the hall as the crowd of students whistled in celebration, excited about the whole fight. The auror was too busy dissipating everyone to follow you.

"Hey, hothead, calm down." The blonde warned as he released the grip of you by the courtyard. You grunted angrily, wishing you could break something.

"Fuck this school, fuck that asshole." You complained aloud, as Thor looked at you curiously.

"You have quite a rage, Stark." He comments, and you grumble in irritation.

But Wanda catches up with you the next moment, and she looks even angrier than you.

"What the hell was that?" she asks and you roll your eyes, running your hands through your hair.

"I think you are going to be fine for now on." Thor comments, smiling at the thank you Wanda says to him before leaving you two alone.

"So?" Wanda insists, arms crossed. You bite the inside of your cheek as you look at her.

"What do you want me to say?" You retort angrily.

"You just started a fight for no reason! Again!" She accuses. "Only this time it was with a wizard who could kill you. I want to know what's going on!"

"I don't know, Wanda!" You exclaim angrily. "Why does everyone expect me to have answers? I don't know! Do you understand that? It feels like I'm going to explode in frustration any second, neither you or Gamora seem to get it. I don't understand what's happening to me!"

"Because you won't talk to us!" She shouts back, just as annoyed as you are. "You're pushing everyone away! Even me! We can't help you if you don't talk to us!"

You grunt impatiently, turning around. There was a strange throbbing in the back of your head, a strange whisper. Like a voice telling you that no one was telling you the truth, that your friends expected too much of you, that Wanda didn't care...

This last thought made you sob. Wanda softened her expression immediately, taking a step toward you and touching your shoulder, but you pulled away from her touch as if burned, wiping your tears away quickly.

"Leave me alone, Wanda." You mutter between teeth. She hesitates, raising her hand toward you again.

"Please."

"I need some time from you." You insist, pushing her hand away, and walking away.

A part of your brain is begging you to go back and make things right, but there is a cloud of anger and irritation that keeps you walking.

//-//-//-//-//

You roll over in bed in discomfort.

Nightmares. Again.

It has only been five days since you had your fight with Wanda, and you are getting worse every day.

With Summers' teasing, you end up noticing other things too.

How the school really found the theory that you and Wanda were somehow related to Mephisto, because the minister had covered up what happened in the dungeons and in the ministry, and everybody thought it was strange that two students were showing an increase in magical potential with the return of a dark wizard.

Unlike you, who were failing considerably in any simple execution of spells, Wanda was demonstrating exceptional abilities. Kaecilius was more than willing to make her the face of progress at Hogwarts, you heard the gossip about bringing in reporters to share the news of the new direction.

You know that the only reason Wanda hasn't come after you yet was because you're running away from her like the plague.

And you couldn't even explain why.

You were also blocking out your real health condition from her. Just like you two practiced during the summer.

Besides hiding this from Wanda, you have kept your friends away too, isolating yourself from everyone else in search of a little rest, only succeeding in taking a nap when you are running away between classes.

And the detentions with Kaecilius keep increasing as you skip classes.

You begin to consider learning to write with a different hand, just so the bruise has time to heal, but at this point you don't even care about the scar anymore.

"You really must like pain." Loki teases wryly as you sit in an empty room, waiting for the aurors' shift change again after your detention.

You don't ask him what he's doing on that floor again, and he doesn't ask why you haven't spoken to your friends in two weeks.

"Sure, that must be it." You joke back, massaging your injured hand.

He assumes a pensive expression for a second.

"Are you sure you haven't been cursed by someone?" He asks, causing you to frown in shock and confusion.

"Excuse me?"

He gives a little chuckle, settling himself better against the wall.

"Everyone's been talking about you being sick." He says. "I heard some of the Ravenclaw people theorize that you became a werewolf over the summer."

You laugh helplessly, massaging your temples lightly.

"I guarantee that's not it." You say making Loki smile.

"If you are sick for no reason, it could be a curse." He says. "I wouldn't be surprised, the way things are."

"But how do I find out if I've been cursed?"

Loki takes a thoughtful stance.

"I don't know." He says. "But I'm sure you can learn that in the no longer reserved session of the library."

You laugh at the joke, but soon you both return to silence. When that hallway's shift ends, Loki sighs, getting up and helping you to stand.

"Still can't perform spells?" He asks, already drawing his wand.

"Only if I want to blow things up." You scoff making him laugh.

"Fine, I'll enchant you." He says. When you are transparent, he looks at you with an amused expression. "See you next Saturday, troublemaker?

"Don't worry, I plan on skipping DADA, maybe I'll be here tomorrow." You retort in the same tone before turning to leave.

//-////-//-//-//-//

It takes three more days for Wanda to finally corner you.

You are skipping class in an empty room on the seventh floor, trying to doze off, and almost fall out of your chair with fright when the door opens and Wanda comes in, looking annoyed.

You grunt impatiently, without lifting your face from the desk.

"I told you I needed time." You complain, but tense up when you notice the tears in her eyes as she moves closer to sit at the table next to yours.

" You want to break up with me?" She asks in a whisper and you raise your head immediately, feeling your chest tighten.

"What? What are you talking about?"

Wanda gives a humorless laugh at your expression. "Why are you acting like this is an absurd idea? You've disappeared. You've been avoiding me, not even talking to me anymore."

You shake your head quickly, feeling the urge to cry.

"I don't want to break up with you." You say. "I..I would never want to be away from you."

"You just said you need time away from me." Wanda retorts with annoyance, and you feel your stomach clench as she sighs. "I don't know what's going on with us. And I miss you, but you won't let me near you."

You are exhausted. So you cry.

You rest your head on your arms, and let your sobs fill the silence, hoping that the tears will take this bad feeling away.

It's Wanda's gentle touch on your back that helps.

"Babe, tell me what's wrong." She whispers to you, her tone concerned.

It takes many minutes for you to calm down. But when you do, Wanda holds your hand, kneeling on the floor beside the chair you are in.

"I can't do magic." You breathlessly tell her from crying, "And I can't sleep. I've been sick for weeks, and I'm angry all the time. Healer Cho doesn't know what's wrong with me, but everyone at school seems to have a theory about it. I think I'm going to suffocate, Wanda. I'm messing everything up. Between us, between my family, and at school." You sob as you finish and Wanda shakes her head, her hand coming up to your cheek.

"Don't say that." She urges. "You didn't ruin anything. Hey, look at me. I love you. Your sisters love you, your friends love you. We'll figure out what's going on."

Wanda hugs you tight, and you sob, shaking.

You want to believe her words, so you push the intrusive thoughts away, and believe it.

//-//-//-//

Wanda takes you to a door in that same floor you two were before, but you have never seen that door until that moment.

And you are very surprised to realize that it is a bedroom.

"How...?" You ask confused as she closes the it.

"Welcome to the Room of Requirement." She says with a smile, pulling you by the hand around. "We hold our Avengers meetings here." She counters and you frown.

"In a bedroom? Interesting choice." You comment and she giggles.

"No, my love." She says. "That's how this room works. It is charmed to meet your needs. That's why I asked you to come in first."

"Oh, that's pretty cool." You say looking around. Wanda smiles at you, and then you both reach the bed. "The room thinks I have to sleep?"

"I do too." Wanda retorts, pushing your shoulders gently for you to sit on the bed. "Go on, nice dreams."

You hesitate. "You gonna leave me here alone?"

Wanda denies with her head, pointing to the chair that probably just magically appeared next to the bed. You frown.

"Can't you sleep in the bed with me?"

She giggles. "We don't have much time for you to sleep. If I lie down, you'll want to kiss me. So I'll be sitting in that armchair, studying as I should." She explains seriously, and you pout.

"Stupid rules." You grumble moving your hands up to her waist. "Lie down with me."

"Babe..."

"Please."

Wanda sighs, then nods. You smile, quickly removing your shoes as she does the same. You quickly adjust yourself on the bed, opening your arms for her to lie on top of you, and she gives a little giggle before doing so.

"Are you cozy, sweetheart?" You murmur against her hair, and Wanda squeezes her arms around you.

"Yeah, your boobs are good pillows." She teases, making you laugh with reddened cheeks.

Your eyes begin to heavy quickly, fatigue catching up with your body relaxed by the comfort of the moment.

"Go to sleep, babe." Wanda whispers. "I'll be here when you wake up."

You smile with your eyes closed, surrendering.

It's the best sleep you've had in weeks.

The problem is that as soon as you start to wake up again, you are feeling sick.

You touch the emptiness in the bed, mumbling softly. When you open your eyes you find Wanda sitting in the armchair, the darkhold in her lap.

"Damn it, Wanda, this book again." You complain in a hoarse voice, but she just sighs.

"Why the attitude?"

"I hate that book." You grumble sitting up in bed, massaging your face lightly. "Why do you keep reading it anyway?"

"It's interesting." She says, closing the item to look at you. "Agatha really told me a lot, but there are also things I didn't know."

"For example?"

Wanda bites her lips, appraising you.

"Scarlet witches are forged, for instance." She says and you frown in confusion. Wanda sighs. "Many powerful witches, born scarlet witches, never got to fulfill their destiny because the forging didn't happen."

You straighten your clothes uncomfortably, pensively.

"What exactly does that mean?"

"What the headmistress did last year was my forging." She clarifies and you swallow dryly, feeling your stomach turn. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" you ask confused.

"Everything." She says upset. "I know we've talked about this, but it seems like all I do is cause you problems. With the bond, and with the forge. If Agatha didn't want my powers, she wouldn't have taken you to the dungeon and you wouldn't have suffered."

You poke at the knot of your tie, feeling yourself suffocate slightly. Wanda is speaking, you blink to focus on her words.

"I'm sorry, could you say that again?" You ask out of breath, sweating. You blink to find Wanda's concerned gaze on you.

"Babe, what's wrong?" She asks worriedly, her hands around your face.

You feel your head spin, and everything goes dark before you can answer.

//-//-//-//

You smell the scent of grass when you wake up.

Then you blink in confusion, getting used to your surroundings to realize that you are in what looks like a ward bed.

"Hey, all right, take it easy getting up, Miss Stark." Asked Professor Strange with one hand on her shoulder. In the other he held a potion that you imagined he had given you.

"W-what happened?" you mumbled confusedly, sitting up in bed. Only now did you notice Professor Munroe and Wanda standing in front of the bed, both with worried expressions.

"You passed out, but you're better now I imagine." Stephen explained gently, but you were still feeling very weak.

"Professor, she simply blacked out." Wanda commented in a tearful voice. " Don't you have any idea what's wrong?"

Stephen sighed, and then pointed at the chair, the darkhold.

"Where did you get that book?" He asked, and Wanda frowned, taking a step toward the chair in a defensive posture.

"What does that have to do with my question?" she retorted dryly, and Stephen looked at you one last time before standing up.

"There's a reason it's called the Book of the Damned, Miss Maximoff." He says."It damns its readers."

"That's ridiculous." Wanda retorted, crossing her arms. "I've been reading it for weeks and nothing has happened."

"Not with you."

Wanda hesitates, widening her eyes. And then she takes a step back, swallowing her cry as she reaches out to grab the book and hand it to Stephen.

She turns her gaze back to you, and lets the tears fall.

"I am truly sorry." She says with a mixture of guilt and shame before turning to leave the room.

You call out to her about three times, but she leaves and you don't have the strength to go after her.

"Damn, couldn't I have said that in a different way?" You complain angrily to Stephen, who just sighs, exchanging a look with Professor Munroe. "How come you two are here anyway?"

"It was Wanda." Professor Ororo replies. "She asked the room for someone trustworthy to help her with you. Then there was a door opening in the potions room. Stephen was there with me, and we both came."

"Great." You mutter annoyed, thinking about how you are going to talk to Wanda and convince her that you were not angry with her. "Would either of you happen to know how to make me better now?"

"Sure." Stephen comments by raising the book in the air, and with a wave of his hand, the item dissolves into several pieces until it is gone. "I didn't destroy it, if that's what you're thinking. I just put it away, to prevent something like that from happening again."

"Congratulations." You grumble wryly as you straighten up in bed, the same migraine from before is now weaker, but it's still there.

"You know, you had a better attitude when you didn't have a magical doom on your spirit." Stephen complains, causing you to frown, but Professor Ororo gives a chuckle.

"Thanks professor." You comment wryly, making him laugh. He sits back down beside your bed, and pulls out of the cover a small notebook.

"Now that Miss Maximoff has stopped reading the book, I suppose you will get better." Stephen says, making you sigh.

"You suppose? That's encouraging." You say moving to stand up.

"Where are you going, Miss Stark? You need to rest." Warn the professor, but you ignore him, and ignore the weakness in your body as well.

"What I need, Strange, is for people to stop lying to me."

"No one is lying, Miss Stark." Professor Ororo states next. "We really don't know the extent of the magic the darkhold carries."

"And why is that I imagine?" You sneer. "Because someone omitted the truth from you, and it's been passed down for generations, isn't it? Well, that's over now. Because we've finally studied everything in this place, including a book that condemns anyone who reads it." You exclaim impatiently, stooping down to put on your shoes. "If you two will excuse me, I'll figure out how to get better on my own. But first I'm going to explain to my girlfriend that none of this is her fault."

Ororo and Stephen are silent, but you wouldn't have been paying attention to anything they said anyway.

Soon you are up and out of the requirement room looking for Wanda.

//-//-//-//

She seems to have disappeared from the castle, so you must concentrate to use your instincts.

The hardest part is dodging the aurors, but you finally reach the astronomy tower.

You're a little out of breath from the run, but it's the image of Wanda standing on the edge, the sunlight in her hair that leaves you breathless.

"Hi." You say in a low tone, your hands in your pockets as you approach. She startles slightly, wiping away tears as she keeps her gaze forward.

"What do you want here?" she asks in a husky voice. You sigh.

"That you stop hating yourself and listen to me." You say and she lets out a short laugh.

"And what do you think you can say?" She questions turning her body toward you. "All I do is hurt you."

You shake your head, but Wanda lets out a tearful laugh.

"No you don't understand." She says. "Since I met you, you have only brought me good things. Affection, happiness, hope. You've been that kind warm feeling that I need on my worst days. Hell, you're even the memory for me to cast a patronus." She confesses with emotion, her face wet with tears. "But me? All I bring you is pain and suffering. And now I even bring sickness. This is wrong, I hurt you. You need to see this, and understand that we can no longer happen."

"Don't say that." You ask, reaching up to touch her face, wipe away her tears. "That's not true, Wanda. I love you, you make me..."

"Stop it." She interrupts with a sob. "Don't make it any harder than it already is."

"Please, Wanda, listen to me." You plead, resting your forehead on hers, your hands on her cheeks. "You make me happy, you are the only thing that makes me happy, I love you, please..."

Wanda kisses you hard, and you respond with the same intensity, both of you gasping into each other's mouths.

But then she is pulling away, thrusting you farther apart.

"I'm sorry." She cries, taking a step back. "We're over."

And she's running away again, and this time you don't go after her.

//-//-//-//-//

Without Darkhold's being consumed, you really start to improve in terms of physical health.

The only problem is the emotional ditch you find yourself in.

Gamora, Nebula and Mantis find you, again in the Room of Requirement, skipping class.

"My god this is worse than last time." Gamora remarks as she looks around at the mess of junk food and pillows. The room had been transformed into a "comfortable place", which basically had the appearance of a living room, with several soft armchairs, and lots of unhealthy food. "Why did you guys break up this time?"

"Please don't talk to me." You grumbled, your voice coming out muffled because you were lying on two soft puffs, your face buried in the pillow, your hand inside a bag of muggles snacks.

"I bet you five bucks they'll be back together before the end of the month." Nebula commented and you sniffled against your pillow, hearing a noise that sounded like Gamora hitting her sister.

"We talked to Wanda." Mantis said. "And with Professor Stephen, too. We're sorry about everything, but have you decided you're not going to study anymore?"

"I don't care about school." You grumble against the pillow. "Leave me alone, I want to cry."

Nebula gives a short laugh, and Gamora elbows her.

"Stop hitting me, you crazy." Nebula complains loudly, moving away from her sister to approach you, taking the bag of snacks you have, and making you complain softly. "And you stop being such a drama queen. Aren't you two like soul mates or some shit? It's just a fight, you'll work it out. You're acting like you've never broken up before."

"Your sensitivity is admirable." Gamora scoffs, pushing her sister away to sit next to you, stroking your back until you look up at her. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

You feel the urge to cry arise again. "Wanda thinks she is bad for me." You say. "And she doesn't want to be with me anymore, and I want to die."

You start crying again, stuffing your face into the pillow as Gamora strokes your hair.

"How did this happen anyway?" Nebula asks, confused, chewing on salty snacks."You barely slept at home over the summer to be with her, and now you guys are breaking up. It's hard to keep up with this relationship."

"Merlin, Nebula shut up." Gamora asks impatiently, and her sister raises her hands in surrender with an ironic expression. You want to scream against your pillow, but all you do is try to control your crying.

"You can't keep disappearing, sweetheart." Gamora says as she runs her hands through your hair, trying to calm you down. "Kaecilius has already noticed. He's trying to figure out where you're going, and eventually he'll figure it out since you can't stay here forever."

"Maybe I can." You mumble making Gamora laugh softly.

"Come on, I'm sure you miss a decent meal." She says. "Why don't you join us for lunch?"

"I can't sit at your table."

"Who said anything about a table?"

This is how you end up on the edge of the great lake, at a picnic.

Mantis gets several dishes from the house elves, and since lunch is a free social hour, nobody seems to mind that you are eating outside.

Your sisters are not the only students who, over time, have learned ways around school rules.

You grumble slightly as you feel the sun on your face, but lie back on the grass, closing your eyes.

Your mind wanders back to last summer immediately, the memories of Wanda, and you feel horrible. You just want her back. And then you swallow the urge to cry again to accept the juice Mantis offers you.

"We wanted to tell you that we've found a way to help you, too." Gamora says after a moment, causing you to raise your eyebrow. "About the darkhold, and the eternal damnation thing."

"Light topic." You sneer, throwing your arm over your face. The day is hot. "I appreciate the help, of course."

Gamora giggles. "Merlin, I had forgotten how grumpy you get when you're upset."

"I'm not upset, Gamora." You retort angrily. "I'm frustrated."

"Sexually." Nebula sneers, making you grunt in anger, but Mantis holds back a laugh.

"What's your problem with my feelings lately?" You accuse the girl with irritation.

"Not everything is about you, you know." She retorts and you sit up quickly, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Nebula laughs, rolling her eyes. "In case you haven't noticed, there's a war going on." She says. "We're all stressed and scared. And the three of us have been in the same classes as you, having to watch the same things. But you only have time for Wanda. And now you've broken up, again, because there's some mortal danger, again, that she's caused for you. So, I don't know, but maybe she is right to break up. Ever since you guys started dating everything has been about her, and the trouble she causes!"

"Fuck you, Nebula!" You exclaim angrily, advancing against the girl in front of you. Gamora and Mantis quickly separate you.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Gamora shoves you. "Were you really going to hit her?"

"Fuck this." You curse angrily, taking a step away. "I didn't ask any of you to come after me. I don't need you. I just need Wanda. Fucking leave me alone."

You turn back to the castle, cursing the wild on your way.

//-//-//-//

Loki is the only friend you have now.

You wouldn't call him a friend exactly.

Kaecilius has put you in detention for three days a week, including Saturday, but mostly you just clean the castle. But when he takes you to the seventh floor, and makes you scrape sentences against your own skin, you don't worry about being alone anymore, because Loki is always on that floor.

It takes a week for you to tell him about the requirement room.

" You could have mentioned it earlier, we would have stuck around here." He comments without sounding upset.

Soon it doesn't take long for you two to start seeing each other even when you're not in detention.

You are not surprised that Loki also skips classes, he has always been quite mischievous, but the reason is different from yours.

He knew dark magic. Much more than you or your classmates. And he has no interest in practicing it in class.

"It's stupid." He comments as you are sitting in the armchairs. "Most people will never have the courage or willpower to cast a death curse. It's useless to learn."

"Is that the only reason you don't agree with the teaching at Hogwarts now?" You ask in surprise, setting up the chessboard for yourself as Loki shrugs his shoulders.

"I feel like you're judging me, Hufflepuff." He sneers but you smile, rolling your eyes.

"Honestly, I don't give a damn."

And you really didn't care.

Wanda was avoiding you in the halls, and you were doing the same with your friends and family.

When Iron delivered the mail to the Slytherin table, including Nebula's birthday presents, you wanted to throw up, but all you did was walk away from the Hufflepuff table toward the requirement room.

Without the darkhold, you didn't feel sick, but the anger didn't go away.

Your magic hadn't stabilized, and you were failing at everything, but you couldn't bring yourself to worry about it.

Erik wrote to you, commenting on the importance of you and Wanda practicing magical balancing together, and you burned the letter while crying on the carpet.

And at this rate, time went by.

It was almost the middle of the school year when things started to take a turn for the worse at Hogwarts, and in the wizarding war as well.

Mephisto is getting stronger, and the order is losing. And Kaecillius must be under some pressure from the ministry, maybe for answers from organizations like the Avengers, which are forbidden, because his detentions get too horrible.

It is Saturday again, and you drag yourself to the room where you are supposed to fulfill your detention, but unlike the other days, Kaecillius locks the door.

You only notice because he seems tense and distracted, and there is no feather or book.

"Professor, what will my punishment be today?" You ask confused, and he is nodding to the center of the room as he stands in front of the desk, a few feet from you.

"Miss Stark, today I want to ask some questions and I expect honesty." He declines as he turns to you.

You hiss softly, putting your hands in your pockets.

"Shoot."

Kaecillius doesn't even mind your lack of formality, looking at you with an impassive face.

"What is Mephisto's location?"

You choke in surprise and disbelief. "Excuse me? Why do you think I know that?"

"The ministry has reason enough to suspect that the Order of the Avengers is nothing more than a cover for the death walkers.Your brother, whom I had suspected of being part of that order of delinquents, is no longer at Hogwarts, but you will have to serve." He speaks and with each word you become more outraged. "Now answer me, where is Mephisto?"

" Did you just fucking call my brother a delinquent?" You mutter incredulously. "I have no idea where Mephisto is, what's your problem?"

But you widen your eyes when the professor draws his wand, and you barely have time to swallow dry before the spell hits you in the chest.

It's the cruciatus curse. You know the second it hits you. The sharp pain fills every cell in your body and you scream, not having the strength to stand or with your eyes open, hugging yourself.

"We must not tell lies, Miss Stark." Kaecillius says as soon as he stops enchanting you, the pain disappears in the same instant, but you continue to tremble.

In complete shock and fear, you sob.

"I will ask you again, where is Mephisto?"

You let the tears flow, and shake your head. "I don't know, professor."

Kaecillius lets out a sigh of disappointment. "Some cases are more difficult than others." He comments somberly, taking a step toward her. "Did you know that the record for enduring the Cruciatus curse before madness is six hours? Incredible, isn't it? It happened during the first war, with a muggleborn. You're a half-blood, maybe you can take longer"

He has a devilish grin as he finishes, and you clench your jaw at the threat.

"I don't know where Mephisto is." You repeat, but the professor points his wand at you again.

"My bet is seven hours."

And then the pain returns.

You don't know how long you stay in that room.

But it is long enough for your consciousness to begin to fade. The pain gets so severe that it gradually fades away. You begin to gasp breathlessly, not even able to scream anymore.

Someone help me. Please, help me. Help me. Wanda.

Between the tears you see the floor of the room, and between a twinge of pain, a red light. And everything is dark again.

//-//-//

“Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Warcraft and Wizard is arrested in flagrant by aurors from the ministry of magic this week, full coverage on page..."

You blink confusedly, your eyes getting used to the clarity, while the headline of the Daily Prophet was the first thing your vision caught.

And then you shifted in bed, realizing that you were in a hospital room , and whoever was reading next to you put the paper down when they heard you, and you could behold the curious look on your brother's face.

"Tony?" you whispered confused, and he smiled as he stood up quickly, the newspaper forgotten on the armchair.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked as his hand reached for the loose strands of hair on your face and put them back. "You scared the hell out of me."

"What happened?"

"What's the last thing you remember?"

You thought, and then sighed, closing your eyes for a moment.

"Kaecilius."

Tony bit his lip nervously before speaking.

"I'm sorry." He said, lowering his hand to his own. "I came here as soon as I got the howler from Professor Strange, but honestly, I didn't even need it, because all the newspapers are talking about it."

"What...?" You started in confusion, but Tony hurried to explain.

"Wanda found you, Y/N." He told. "She, well, wasn't exactly happy about the whole thing. I think she lost control. Kaecilius is lucky to be alive if you ask me. She almost destroyed the seventh floor, it was a huge mess. And then the aurors interfered, and soon there were reporters everywhere. I guess now everyone knows she's a scarlet witch."

You widened your eyes, straightening to sit up and grumbling a little in pain. Tony looked at you with concern, asking you to take it easy, but you were already asking about Wanda.

"She's at the ministry of magic." He clarified. "Kaecilius is going on trial for torturing a student, and she will answer for putting everyone in danger."

" What?" you ask incredulously, and Tony sighs.

"Yeah I know it's unfair." He says. "But the minister of magic seems to be looking everywhere for people to blame for his lack of control. The problem is how much of that information will get to Mephisto. The whole ministry seems to be full of walkers."

You ran your hand across your face, frustrated.

"I'm so tired, Tony." You confess in a whisper. "It feels like everything is falling apart around me, and things are only getting worse."

Tony squeezes your hand. "I'm sorry, I really am. This whole situation sucks, and I wanted to help you. I'm trying, sister. I haven't been talking to you as much as I should, but I didn't want you to think you're alone. I'm working on breaking the bond. To free you and Wanda from the prophecy, and the wizarding world from dangers like Mephisto. I'm sorry I haven't been by your side."

You swallow your cry, and nod, trying to smile at Tony. He reaches up to hug you, and you gasp softly, taking a few seconds to relax and let the tears flow.

When you calm down, Tony tells you that he is going to get a Mediwizards to check your situation.

You lie down again, sighing softly. The memories come back with full force, and you choke softly, feeling your body tremble.

It's as if you can feel the curse again, sense the pain on your skin. Opening your eyes and shaking the memories away, you swallow dryly and reach for the glass of water on the nightstand.

You just want Wanda by your side telling you that everything is going to be okay.

//-//-//-//-//

You stay under observation for two days.

Doctor Hank makes a joke about you enjoying St.Mungus more than you should since you keep coming back, but Tony doesn't laugh.

Then you' re going back to Hogwarts by train, because the doctor thinks you shouldn't use magical means of transportation for a few days, and it's weird to take the empty express, but as soon as you arrive at the station, Gamora and Nebula are waiting for you with boxes of candy bought in Hogsmeade, and tight hugs.

You are not surprised by the stares you receive from the other students, but you ignore them as your sisters escort you around the castle to the Hufflepuff communal hall.

"Did you get to talk to Wanda?" Gamora asks as soon as you sit down on your bed, sighing with exhaustion from the train ride. The mention of the other sorceress' name doesn't help.

"Not yet." You say. "And I wouldn't be surprised to hear that she's ignoring me."

Nebula exchanges a look with her sister before sitting down on Mantis' bed, who is hugging her knees and looking at you.

"Honestly, I just want to finish this year without any more problems." You confess as you take off your jacket. And there is a moment of silence before you swallow dryly. "I also wanted to apologize to you guys."

Gamora frowns slightly, but says nothing. You take a deep breath.

"I know I was under the influence of an evil book, but that was still no excuse for treating you guys like that." You begin. "Tony told me about how things are in the wizarding world. Everyone is going through something, and it was selfish of me to think that only my problems matter. I'm sorry."

"Really, Y/N, it's okay." Nebula says, surprising you a bit. "We were all stressed, and well, I think an evil book is a pretty fair excuse." She jokes, making you smile. "Maybe things will get a little better now that Strange is the director."

"Oh, that's right" You comment just then remembering the things Tony updated you on while you were at St.Mungus. Like Kaecillius' resignation, and the position being passed on to Professor Stephen. "But honestly, I won't be at peace until I hear from Wanda."

"The trial isn't until Friday. And the way things are going, we won't get any news until it's over." Gamora warned as she sat down on the bed next to you. "I think the Maximoffs are probably too busy to write."

"What do you think will happen to Wanda?" You ask as you tug at the loose strands of the comforter. Mantis sighs lightly.

"I don't have a good feeling about things, Y/N." She confesses and you frown in concern. "And the stars never lie."

"Thank you, Mantis." You mock softly, and Gamora runs her hands through her hair.

"Let's not be pessimistic, okay?" she says. "Maybe the predictions are about, I don't know, the school finals? It doesn't mean something bad is really going to happen."

You grumble unhappily, grabbing a pillow and sinking your face into it. Gamora strokes your back.

"I'm sure things will work out, Y/N." She says. "Wanda will write as soon as she can."

"Do you guys think Kaecilius will be sent to Azkaban?" Nebula asks next, making you raise your head curiously.

"I wouldn't be so sure." You grumble. "I was actually surprised that he was put on trial at all."

"Well, with the whole mess that happened, it was bound to happen." Gamora said. "More than half the school became aware that he used the cruciatus curse on you, and then the daily prophet. And I didn't even know they were in the castle."

"It was because of Wanda really, wasn't it?" Mantis added. "Kaecillius caused his own ruin. He called the journalists to show what he called progress and decided to torture a student while they were in the castle. Then Wanda destroyed the entire floor and the next morning his arrest was all over the pages."

"I'm just really outraged to know that if no one had seen it, he would probably still be at Hogwarts." Gamora says angrily, and you sigh, agreeing as well as the others.

"Well, you must be hungry, shall we go to the great hall? It's almost dinner time." Gamora comments next, pulling you by the hand. You grumble softly, but agree, and soon you are leaving the communal hall to join the rest of the students.

//-//-//-//-//

You are tapping your fingers gently against the desk as you wait for the History of Magic class to begin.

It is Friday, finally.

You have barely slept because of anxiety about news of Wanda's trial.

Things at Hogwarts have changed a lot this week, all because of Strange's administration.

He restored the old classes, banned the teaching of dark magic, the scandal at the Daily Prophet being enough of an argument that the Minister of Magic no longer had a defense over this kind of teaching at Hogwarts. The restricted session of the library was also put back, and the seventh floor was off-limits because of the destruction Wanda caused, and you unfortunately lost access to the Requirement room.

Mantis was writing what looked like a lunar calendar for the divination class while Professor Okoye didn't arrive, and you started whistling distractedly.

And then Thor Odinson was poking you in the back to get your attention, and you turned around in your chair.

"Hi, Stark, what's up?"

"Fine." You grumbled suspiciously. "Can I help you with something?"

Thor looked almost unsure. "I was just wondering if you know of anything going on with Loki."

You frowned. "Excuse me?"

"I mean if you know if he's sick or something." He explains. "We had a fight, and well, he's not talking to me. And I've noticed that you guys have been kind of close lately, and I was curious if you knew anything and..."

"No, Thor, I'm sorry." You interrupt with a sigh. "Maybe you should ask him that."

Thor assumes a sad expression. "I would, but he's ignoring me. I think it might be about our mother."

You make a confused expression, and Thor looks surprised.

"Our mother, she...died earlier this year, Y/N." Thor counters, and you widen your eyes. "Our family is a name of reference against Mephisto. With the war, the walkers came to our home. She was there while we were here, and Dad was at the ministry."

"I'm so sorry, Thor." You whisper to him, still shocked by the information. He shrugged.

"I thought Loki told you."

"We don't talk about things like that, I guess." You say. "Sorry, I wish I knew how to help you."

"No, it's okay." Thor says with a sad smile. "You being his friend this year is more than enough. I don't like seeing him all alone out here."

You nod lightly, settling into your chair as you notice the teacher entering the room.

Mantis exchanges a look of understanding with you, having overheard the conversation even if accidentally, but she says nothing, and soon you are hearing about the witch hunt in the United States, and you try to focus on that rather than curiosity about how Wanda's trial is going or Loki's current emotional state.

//-//-/-//-//-//

As soon as lunchtime begins, you join the Slytherin table, where some of the students have placed a radio on the table, equally with other students from the other houses, to listen to the trial.

You are not surprised that a student's trial is such an interesting topic for everyone, but after the school started talking about Wanda being a scarlet witch, and the theories circulating around the halls, it was to be expected.

So you sit back while biting your fingertips and listening.

"And now directly from the Ministry of Magic, the trial of seventeen-year-old witch Wanda Maximoff, daughter of legendary witch Erik L-"

Your attention is slightly diverted from the narrative when loud laughter catches your ears.

They are Gryffindor and Slytherin students, exchanging coins. You don't need to hear the conversation to know they are gambling about the trial, the mean laughter and glances in the direction of you and your sisters are enough.

And as if she could feel your growing fury, Gamora touches your shoulder gently.

"Just ignore them, Y/N." She urges and you clench your jaw. " Everything is going to be okay with Wanda."

"I hope you're right, Gamora." You grumble, turning your attention back to the radio.

The narration of the newspaper is generic, and you discover that the audience has been closed off to the reporters.

You take a deep breath, concentrating.

No strange feeling, so Wanda is safe.

You wonder if Erik and Pietro are by her side during the whole thing.

It is only at the end of lunchtime that you have the result.

"It's amazing how things unfold in the ministry this afternoon." Counted the reporter with almost excitement. "After a unanimous vote, the witch Wanda Maximoff was found guilty of endangering her fellow students by not registering as a scarlet witch to the ministry of magic, after it was proven that her father, the sorcerer Erik Lehnsherr knew of her condition, as well as the affiliation with the criminal, Agatha Harkness was also mentioned. The ministry finally decided on Wanda Maximoff's expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding"

You felt your stomach plummet.

And everything became a little muffled around you, a soft whistle in your ear. You think Gamora and Nebula were calling for you, but you were getting up, feeling the room getting too small.

Stumbling out, you loosened the knot of your tie, finally stopping in the courtyard as you leaned your body against a pillar.

Wanda had been expelled from Hogwarts, publicly exposed as a Scarlet Witch, and tried as a criminal. You wondered if they would break her wand. Banned wizards led horrible lives.

Your sisters and friends caught up with you quickly, and you let them hug you.

In a few minutes Director Strange is catching up with you as well, and you release Gamora's grip to talk to him.

"Professor, I need to..."

"You cannot leave Hogwarts, Miss Stark." He interrupts with a wave of his hands and you frown in confusion, ready to protest but he is already speaking. "Tony sent a patronus as soon as the results came out, he already figured you'd want to see Miss Maximoff. The ministry is a mess, and Wanda will be staying with her father there for the minister's final decisions. You should stay here, where you are safe."

"That's not fair!" You squawk angrily. "Wanda needs me, I must-"

"She needs you to be safe." He interrupts again seriously, and then lowers his tone slightly as he notices the curious looks of the surrounding students. "Be rational, Miss Stark. Now that the Wizarding community knows the nature of Wanda's powers, how long before Mephisto has enough information and discovers your identity as protector."

You swallow dryly, clenching your fists begrudgingly. Stephen is right. You look away, and he sighs, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"Wanda will be fine, even without her NEWTS, she is an extraordinary witch." He says. "And the year is coming to an end, soon you will be able to see her again."

"She needs me now." You grumble annoyed, turning away from the professor's touch. He looks at you for a moment and then clears his throat.

"I'll see what I can do, Miss Stark." He says."In the meantime, focus on your studies, and be careful."

You frown at Stephen's words, but he is already turning and leaving before you can ask.

As you turn to your friends, Gamora has a worried look on her face.

"Are you okay?" She asks, and you sigh, agreeing to hug her again as you mumble no.

"I can feel how upset she is, Gamora." You grumble against your sister's shirt, wishing you could hug Wanda now. Gamora squeezes you against her arms, and you thank her for her intention even if it isn't enough.

The next few days are like a blur for you.

Many letters arrive, as do many editions of the Daily Prophet.

When the picture of the day Wanda's wand was broken comes out on the front page and you see her tired face, you have to run out of the common room to keep from crying in front of your colleagues.

Everyone writes to you, even Carol, everyone but the Maximoffs.

It is frustrating, and honestly, it breaks your heart in many ways.

The news of a Scarlet Witch after a century is almost as bombastic as Mephisto's return, and you're not surprised that many of your colleagues would start to comment on the possibility of Wanda working with him or against him.

It's overwhelming how everyone talks about her, but all you can feel is how much you miss her around the castle, around you.

You couldn't even remember that your magic is stable, and with everything that has happened, you haven't had time to figure out how to fix things.

Stephen tried to help, but he didn't know what was going on. At least the theoretical part of magic you were able to master, and you hoped to get at least an acceptable score in some subjects.

Only almost a week and a half after the trial, Professor Strange interrupts the potions class to talk to you.

Ignoring the curious stares and whispers of your classmates, you ask Professor Munroe to excuse you, and leave the room.

"What is wrong, professor?" You ask curiously as you close the door, watching Stephen with his hands in his pockets.The dungeons feel emptier without the ministry aurors around the castle.

"Saturday, in the Astronomy tower, nine-thirteen at night." He says as he hands you a small gold key, causing you to frown in confusion. "You will have exactly one hour, Miss Stark. Not a second more."

You stare at the object in your hand, and understand. A portal key. To Wanda.

"Thank you, Professor." You say, and Stephen nods before leaving.

You turn back to potions, the object in your pocket. You could barely contain your anxiety.

//-//-//-//-//-//-//

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A/F/N> Place your bets for my next comeback (a week, a month or tomorrow?). If I delete the blog, and you're in love with this story for some reason I don't know about because there are so many better things to read, know that I'll post everything on AO3 if I ever do.

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Your last Kakashi and Yamato hcs make me think of something really bad 👀

Could you write something like Kakashi and reader are almost dating but no one knows about it yet, but when she meets Yamato he starts to flirt with her and that’s drives Kakashi crazy to the to point he’s like “fuck it” and just do something stupid and impulsive

We’re Together

Kakashi x fem! Reader

warnings: 18+ content in the last part, lime, teasing, foul words

a/n: I dunno why but I got so inspired on writing this while listening to Bad Girl by Usher 😝 it’s been awhile since I’ve updated a nsfw content omg.

“Hey.. Are we okay?” He asked while you snuggled yourself in his chest while reading his icha icha novel.

You were silent the whole time and it was not impossible for Kakashi to notice it. Ever since the events in the Konoha markets you never spoke a single word and it truly kept him bothered the entire time.

It was not until recently you and Kakashi had starting dating. None of your common friends are aware of it and both of you never bothered saying it, but for a moment when you tried to intertwine your fingers to Kakashi’s, he reluctantly yanked it off. Like for him, it was somehow a surprising act.

“Hey y/n” He tried to get your attention once again.

“It’s what happened in the market right...”

He never received a vocal answer but you still nodded in response. You just don’t get any of it. Is he ashamed? Not ready? Does he really want this relationship?

His hands slid down to your waist then the other on your cheeks. “It’s not that I don’t want them to know.”

“Then why?” You asked, confused and hurt.

“It’s just that... I don’t want them to know yet.. it’s unnecessary, I don’t want you to get flustered by our common friend’s gossips. Please y/n look at me you know that I love you and I want to take this slow.”

You felt being denied but nevertheless you wanted to respect his decisions. You sat up and slightly raised your thighs to his legs, feeling the familiar heat in your core. His hands on your waist tightened, completely drowning in your looks. You gave him a sloppy kiss and smiled in response.

“I respect your decisions. I’ll go with whatever you want.” You answered honestly. It was hard for you to keep this a secret of course but Kakashi’s privacy and decisions comes first. He kissed you back, a deeper and aggressive one. Your little act turned him on so easily to the extent you immediately felt his hard on pressing on your clothed thighs.

Your palms pressed his chest, allowing yourself to get away from the thick sensual sensation you both felt. “Not now. Get your ass moving they’re probably waiting for us.”

You sat down in his bed but Kakashi held you closer to his arms “Must we really go? They can live drinking without us. Let’s just stay here.” He said with a hint of sulking but you chuckled in response.

“No. I promised Yamato I’ll go.”

“Yamato? You know him?”

“Uh huh. Meet him in ANBU like weeks ago, found out he’s under Team Ro during your ANBU years. Get your ass moving Hatake c’mon!”

The dim lights around the squad’s favorite bar spot really made the place ten times better. It was nostalgic, It’s been awhile since everyone was actually complete. It was as if everyone really planned to have a day off on Friday.

Kurenai on her usual self teasing why you and Kakashi had always come together whenever the squad’s going to have drinking sessions. She and Asuma has this weird bet and you know Kurenai kept betting that you and Kakashi are a couple. You smiled at the thought of it, despite wanting to announce to your friends that you and Kakashi are finally together, you decided to shove away their accusations.

You sat down beside Yamato, a long time friend of Kakashi. The two of them were almost inseparable during their ANBU years and almost everyone was scared of that duo. One is known for chidori and the one extremely skilled with a rare ninjutsu while you’re a solo flight ANBU. A skilled assassin to be exact.

Kakashi sat beside Guy, just in front of you and Yamato whilst casually reading his icha icha novel that he’s never bored with and few minutes later ladies have started asking his interest which he mostly turned down. You can’t deny that he is a well known shinobi, almost every ladies wants to bed him and now you’re like a secret girlfriend of him. You gave out a bitter smile to the reality that you’re going to face.

“Yare yare. Look at this beaut. Someone really decided to play dress up.” A voice from your side echoed, it was Yamato. Offering you a glass of sake while his arms wrapped around your shoulder. You gave him a smile as you took the glass of sake and to your surprise, a peck landed on your cheeks

“I’m glad you showed up.” Yamato whispered

“Says the one who actually came dressing up with his yukata. I wanted to glam myself a bit. I’m getting too used to ANBU uniforms.”

Kakashi took a little glance on you, you’re wearing a bodycon dress up to your thighs and you covered the strapless dress with a thin haori. It was true that you aren’t on your usual get up and just the way Yamato held and pressed himself to his girlfriend gave Kakashi an entirely different feeling.

Moments later a lady started flirting with Kakashi, a very exact scene that was nothing new to you, in fact to everyone here. He’s always admired by ladies to the extent that they’ll be the ones to make a move on the mysterious copy ninja.

You rolled your eyes as you focused on drinking. Not bothering to hear the slutty remarks of the lady and finally decided to let it be and continue to have fun with your friend’s company, it was then when you felt Yamato started snaking his hands around your hips and onto your waist. It startled you a bit when his face leaned closer to your neck.

“Mmmm. You smell really good y/n”

“You’re being weird Yamato, but you smell better if that’s going to make you feel nice” You said jokingly as you both continued talking, Yamato reaching across the table to occasionally stroke your hand while he teased with some small circular strokes he’s been giving to your hips.

“I’m not interested.” Kakashi answered the woman flirting with him however his non sharingan eye is constantly fixed on you with such dark gaze that surely made you uncomfortable. His gazes were cut off when Asuma started teasing you and Yamato which surely added more fuel to the fire.

“Geez. Yamato and y/n get a room already!” Asuma answered, giving a wide grin while looking at you.

Your cheeks started forming a taint of red blush when the squad started teasing you and the former ANBU. Everyone has been awfully curious to what is you’re relationship with him.

“Please don’t fluster y/n like that, she looks like a tomato” Yamato said, staring at you with those dark orbs.

“You make a good couple though. You’re single and I suppose you’re single as well y/n, right Kakashi?” Kurenai gave Kakashi a meaningful look, giving the silver haired shinobi some wide grin while waiting for your answer.

You looked away. Completely flustered by the man’s sudden actions and the fact that you’ve been feeling Kakashi’s gaze constantly fixed on you doubles the heat and tension, it’s as if he’s waiting for your answer as well.

You sighed. Of course it’s supposed to be a secret and he’s worried you’ll drop the bomb.

“Yeah. I’m single, practically free on doing anything”

Yamato softly caressed your thighs, it was nothing but a friendly gesture whilst Kakashi has been watching you interact with Yamato, completely ignoring the lady trying to flirt with him.

“Are you okay? Do you need other drinks?”

“Yeah I think so.”

“C’mon then.”

Kakashi and the rest watched the both of you talk in the bar counter as you ordered rum. You needed something stronger in your system. You needed to get away from Kakashi’s dark gazes that seems to scare you in many ways possible.

“Love is really youthful. You should find yourself one too rival!” Guy said

“I’m afraid youth has come past Kakashi. Someone has made a move already.” Kurenai playfully answered as she leaned to Asuma’s chest, completely having fun on seeing Kakashi trying to suppress his emotions beneath his silk mask.

It’s driving him crazy even close to being insane if he could say so. Seeing his girlfriend get caressed by his former co-ANBU frustrates him the most and the very fact that you have disclosed to everyone that you’re single and available drove him completely crazy. He knows he’s digging his own grave with the conditions he decided to set in.

Finally a fingerless gloves slammed in the bar counter which caused you and Yamato to look back. Seeing him in a completely dark aura while glaring at his former co-ANBU scared the hell out of you but you still wonder, what is his problem?

“Excuse us but y/n and I needs to go.” He said with finality while intertwining his fingers to yours. His voice was like he’s a commanding officer on a dangerous mission.

Kakashi did not wait for Yamato’s response as he started darting the way towards the exit. He was silent, his grip is tight and he’s not even looking back.

Both of you had found yourselves near the alleys of exit and women’s restroom. He reluctantly kicked the last cubicle as he locked the doors and pushed you by the walls.

He took off his mask and never made a slightest word as he immediately dominated your lips. It was aggressive, he’s been biting your lower lip and you cannot help yourself from escaping a tiny moan on your parted lips.

“What was that y/n?”

“What?”

His large hands forcefully took off your haori, then later traveled to the hem of your dress to lift it up to your waist, revealing your thin soaking undies. He lifted you up to sit down on the toilet and once Kakashi was able to adjust his grip, his legs spread wide open, feeling the hardened member in his trousers.

“Single and practically free on doing anything huh.”

His lips landed on your neck. One of his hands found its way up to your dress to fill the unoccupied spaces of your bodies while his other hand found its place on your throat. He didn’t applied any pressure but you somehow wished he did.

His lips travelled on your jaw, tightening his grip to your ass to feel his erection more. Your hands fell on his broad shoulders as you completely gave in from the pleasure you’re feeling. Moans left your mouth as you felt his fingers on your clothed core.

“Kakashi..”

“You told me you wanted this as a secret.” You answered with much difficulty but his fingers added more pressure to your core, leaving you to release a louder moan.

“Does he know that I get to do all the things that he can only imagine?”

A smirk formed in your lips as you clinged your hands more onto his broad shoulders. Your legs wrapped to his hips as you grind on his now throbbing cock against your clothed and soaked undies.

“Oh so now you’re saying that... I thought you wanted this as private as possible.”

Suddenly, it was as if Kakashi couldn’t get enough of you. Hips, thighs, stomach, ass and your breast are all given with the same lustful attention. You palmed his large cock, now aching to be inside you.

“You’re mine. Just so you remember we’re together y/n and I’m going to make sure everyone knows that.”

After his husky remarks, Kakashi’s lips landed to suck on your neck, intentionally giving a love mark that would be surely visible to everyone.

“I never expected that Kakashi Hatake would be needing a dose of jealousy to make our relationship official.”

“Then just fuck it. I’m going to show them I’m your man y/n.”

You began to eagerly tug his turtleneck and not even giving a slightest care that both of you are still in the women’s cubicle. It was his turn to smirk. You craved for him and now he’s toying with you.

“Not so fast bad girl, I’m going to punish you hard and we go on my own pace.”

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Omg do you have more cute hcs with the lov and class1a/1b

I dont care how long or short it is, I ABSOLUTELY LOVE READING THEM 💕💕💕💕💖 😊😊

Theyre so comforting <333

YES I HAVE A BUNCH. COME TAKE IT ALL.

Tomura is an expert in video games, right? Well, he's currently working from afar with Hatsume and Melissa to create a VR system to help the kids at UA train.

Everything because the first thing he did when meeting Nezu was telling him the UA system sucked.

No more public exposure, no more simple barriers keeping away the villains from the kids, no more pushing them to dangerous places with no proper supervision.

The new job of the League when it comes to working is the UA is keeping the place as safe as possible and helping the kids recover from the trauma of the war.

Dabi doesn't like working directly with the kids, so his job consist on patrolling around the UA. In case a crisis is reported, he's the first at the place and his job is to keep the crisis on minimum 'til the teachers arrive.

The funniest part is the type of crisis he has solved so far. They include:

Helping people with their crushes because they tried to confess and caused an accident. (Dabi has the fun of his life with it, being honest).

Accidents in the kitchen. (No much he can do except using Shoto as a way of taking down the flames).

Stupid fights (He is banned from helping in those since he cheered for Shoto when he was fistfighting Iida for saying something to Midoriya).

And his favorite: keeping Mineta at bay. Dabi is not the type of gentleman that defends women constantly, because he just doesn't care about helping anyone. But Mineta is a type of gross he would have incinerate in the streets if he was a man and not a kid. So instead, he just walks from a safe distance and keeps scaring the kid when he's about to annoy one of the girls.

Tomura always find Dabi is the halls complaining about the no smoking rule

They make fun of each other a little until they realize they should be working and there are kids staring at them.

Class 1-A talks about Dabi like the older brother who was in jail.

Oh, but Dabi told me...

They are actually well informed about a bunch of stuff and they know how to take care of street criminals better now.

Ah, but they're also the ones who check if he is not drinking too much, if he's having proper rest, if his burns and staples are taken care of, if he's not too anxious or depressed, if hes' taking his meds...

If he's not following one of those, they call Natsuo. Oh man, Natsuo has become the emergency contact of half the League somehow. Maybe because he has a golden heart or maybe because they all are scared of Fuyumi by some weird reason.

Shoto is the other emergency contact when it comes to Dabi, hmmm, but sometimes he just follows Dabi bad example and well.

Dabi is the anti-Santa. He's gonna give you that one gift you wanted but everyone said no because it's dangerous.

"Dabi, I'm trying to make a safer space for the kids" , "Tomura, I'm trying to make them relax".

After getting fired twice by Aizawa, Dabi is finally behaving.

This has nothing to do with the fact that he's finally dating Tomura tho.

WHICH TAKE US TO: SPINNER, THE BROTHER WHO ACTUALLY ACKNOWLEDGES HIS RESPONSIBILITIES.

Spinner works in the same thing as Dabi, but he's the reliable one.

Getting Uraraka down when she starts floating on her sleep, calming people down when they're having anxiety attacks, noting when someone is having a bad day and requesting the teachers to let the person rest...

Spinner is the one actually helping them with their ptsd. He makes everything so easy and pleasant. It's like they're just kids taking classes and having fun.

Besides, class 1-B knows he is amazing at cuddling and people love his hugs. Just by seeing Spinner, they cheer up.

He and Shinso are responsible for the purple hair tendency among the kids of General Studies. Their heroes.

He's also the one who helps the kids with their training sessions when they need a partner but there's no one else to help them.

He became one of the official bus drivers of the school after taking some lessons and requesting a license.

He sings with them while they travel, he always has snacks in case someone is hungry and he has pills in case someone is motion sick. Well, a bunch of pills since Dabi is always motion sick.

He had a crush on Tomura but he realized it was more platonic than anything.

Now now, Tomura and Spinner have matching gamer tattoos that said Player #1 and Player #2. Dumbasses in action.

If Dabi is the problematic uncle and Spinner is the responsible uncle...

That leave us with: Compress the artistic dad and Kurogiri the dad who's always working far away but you can totally rely on.

THE VIDEO CALLS WITH KUROGIRI AND COMPRESS ARE SO CUTE.

101 Flirting with Compress.

All the kids in all courses have a personalized mask. Compress is addicted to creating them.

His beautiful, mischievous kids that once, trying to distract him, stole his prosthesis and kept it going around the school from room to room.

Turns out it was a surprise party, but man if it was fun because Compress pretended the whole time he was a pirate looking for his long buried treasure.

HE GOT A PARROT AND HE NAMED HIM RED BEAK.

Bakugo almost exploded the whole place after hearing such a ridiculous name.

Well, Red Beak loves making fun of Bakugo, repeating everything he says.

RED BEAK AND KIRISHIMA ARE BESTIES. YES YES.

The Bakusquad would kill for Red Beak.

Sero is teaching him Spanish, Mina is teaching him to dance, Denki is teaching him bad jokes and Jirou is teaching him to sing.

Tokoyami is the official protector of Red Beak. Koda is the translator.

On the other hand, Kurogiri always gives them some honey and other things when he visits the school.

He congratulates them on their achievements, he hears them for hours talking about their adventures and he is the old friend you call when it's 3am, you're feeling bad but you don't want to worry no one else.

If you want to solve a problem, call Kurogiri. He's gonna give you the clues but let you solve it yourself.

The award for the dad with more patience goes to: KUROGIRI.

If you really really need to run away from some hours, he can use his quirk to rescue you and he would prepare some tea for you, wrap you in a soft sweater and walk with you through his yard. You can pick flowers or fruit with him until you calm down. Or you can watch old movies with him. Or bake. Being with him is like floating around in the sky, no worries, just clouds and stars and soft noises and lights.

The school always knows when it happens and they are okay with it. Mostly. Just don't do it too much.

Toga is another good option if you need to talk but you don't know with who.

She's actually a great listener and an expert on making things look less stressing than they are. You see, she pays attention at your triggers and moods and if she sees something is bothering the students, she finds a way to distract them immediately, while letting the teachers deal with the problem.

Ah, the queen of gossip.

If you want to know something about someone you need to pay the prize, tho. And she won't even tell you if she considers the secret must be guarded 'til the grave.

She's the one who takes the messages to the parents because she's fast, can hide at plain sight and doesn't put them in danger.

You never know where Toga is. She someone studies like the rest of them, but she's like, selected to secret missions. She has a lot of info but they all trust her somehow.

Maybe is the fact that she would kill and take a stab for you. And that she would never put Deku or Ochaco in danger. Or her family.

She's also Mineta's biggest nightmare.

Try sexualizing the girl and win a terrifying week, courtesy of Toga Himiko.

She won't let you sleep, she won't let you eat, you're gonna wish you were never born. She can make you feel as sexualized, observed and stalked as you make the girls feel. Oh, she's gonna show you exactly how it feels to be a girl.

Also don't sexualize the boys around her either. Stabby queen is not gentle to those who are not gentle with her friends. Period.

Friendly reminder: 0 stabbing accidents since she started studying at UA.

BECAUSE THEY GAVE HER A RUBBER KNIFE.

And finally, the Tomura headcanons.

He's always falling asleep on odd places. The kids have a new name called "let's put a blanket on Tomura".

And then they call Dabi or Spinner to take him somewhere more comfortable.

He's working so hard. He's really working so hard on redeeming himself, even when everyone has already forgiven him. But he has this fear of being a failure or being too much...

The kids are also well trained on how to help him through his anxiety or panic attacks. Even more, some of them have always a pair of gloves in them just in case.

Momo is more than happy to make him more.

It's kinda sad how much he's suffering even now. That's way they all do their best to let him know his doing great.

Kisses in the cheek, compliments on how he's looking, new products to his hair and skin, playing the games he recommends, telling how badass he is when he trains them...

Somehow being around Tomura has help them realize how important is communicating stuff. They all are way healthier now.

Tomura is just... So sincere. He's been instructed to share his thoughts, because he had a problem before with communicating properly. That means he used to forget saying certain information because it was obvious to him, but not to others.

He doesn't mean to hurt people. He's just saying what he thinks. Which also means he offends a bunch of people not by accident. And he doesn't apologize because he is just doing what he's been told.

Midoriya and Shigaraki's discussions are epic. And so are their fights. Yes, they fight like siblings. Which is crazy funny because they are like "friendly reminder you tried to KILL ME" and "WELL YOU DESERVED THAT FOR BEING A DICK".

They've finally found out that you can complain to him or get a little violent and he's not gonna even blink, just hear you out.

It was because Bakugo got a little violent with him and yeah, he just stared back waiting.

You can't imagine Dabi's anger when Tomura told him about Kotaro. He was frustrated because at least Tomura did step on Endeavor and humiliated him for life, but him? He is angry with a man that's dead and gone.

Okay no, the whole League is angry about the things that has happened to the whole League. That's the thing with finally being able to relax and feel. It all comes back in a flood.

They have prohibited being around school when the parents visit. Specially because they are no very civil to shitty parents.

And if a kid confess about having shitty parents, oh boy. The League is gonna BE PISSED.

The UA is still a total chaos, but now in the right ways. They have more normal problems, they don't have to win war and kill evil lords, they complain about not having money to go out and forgetting their homework. And the ex-villians can complain about life being boring a needing more action.

That's a good thing. That means they all are healing, together.

They're gonna be fine.

[londonalozzy]

Don’t Tell Bucky 1/2

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Romance, Comedy, Drama

Summary: The reader arrives home one night after drowning her sorrows, thinking she doesn't stand a chance with the guy she loves most, Bucky Barnes. She is so out of it that she ends up revealing all of her feelings to the first person she sees. The man himself.

Masterlist

I've been teased my whole adult life about what an old fashioned, hopeless romantic I am.

Yes, I'm an Avenger. Yes, I can kick ass when the occasion arises. But the rest of the time, the usual place to find me, is curled up on the couch with my head buried in a Jane Austen novel.

A couple of years ago someone came into my life that I thought was the key to it all. He was destined to be the Darcy to my Elizabeth, the Edward to my Elinor, the Mr Knightly to my Emma. Oh, how wrong I was!

When Steve first brought Bucky to Avengers HQ it was like a modern day version of when Bingley introduced Mr Darcy to the people of Meryton at the ball in Pride and Prejudice.

He was the archetype of the aloof romantic hero. Tall, dark, handsome, brooding and quiet. He kept himself to himself, observed everyone with eyes of an eagle, and only spoke when spoken to. I was well and truly hooked.

As weeks turned into months, Bucky and I came to an understanding, a friendship that only got more complicated as time went on. After everything he had been through, it was hard for him to open up to people, to let his guard down. What he did yearn for though, was companionship, someone to sit beside, someone to just be there if and when he needed them. I became that person for him.

Every time I decided to sit silently with a book in hand, it wouldn't be long before I had a certain super soldier at my side, just embracing the company, not having to worry about putting on a show for people he didn't feel comfortable with.

The complication in our relationship came when I realised how much I had come to depend on him being there for me.

My aching for him first made itself known when he started going out on missions that I wasn't apart of, when he went on all day training sessions away with the guys, and whole nights out when his confidence finally got a boost. I missed him. I missed him with every fiber of my being.

"So, I'm guessing you've heard the latest gossip on Barnes?" Nat asked me one morning over breakfast, her eyes not leaving her plate of blueberry pancakes as she spoke.

"Gossip? What are you talking about?" Any news on what Bucky was up to was music to my ears. I'd barely seen him these last few weeks, and it was seriously messing me up in more ways than I'd like to admit.

"You mean he's not told you? You? Princess Y/N?"

To say Nat was surprised by my ignorance was an understatement. This must be something big if she is shocked about it. When did it change to others knowing more about Bucky than I did? I thought we were best friends. He calls me Princess for Christ's sake.

"Maybe you should ask him yourself," Nat suggested, reaching across the table and rubbing my forearm. "I just assumed he would have told you first."

Now I'm seriously freaking out. "Nat, please just tell me what the hell is going on."

"You know Theresa down in medical?" Oh, shit. I've got a bad feeling about this.

"Yeah. What about her?"

"They're dating." Oh no!

It felt like my heart had leapt into my throat. I couldn't think, never mind know what to respond with. I knew it would happen eventually. I knew he'd end up with someone. I just assumed it would me. How stupid could I be?

"Y/N, you need to tell him how you feel." Why does Nat always have to be so good at this observation stuff?

"I don't know what you're talking about," I choked with a traitor tear in my eye, and a jump up from my chair when I suddenly felt the need to escape.

Nat followed me down the hall to my room, putting herself in front of me as I tried to change into my running gear. I had to get out of there. "You can't pretend this isn't happening Y/N. This is Bucky we're talking about. Your Bucky. You'll regret it if you don't tell him."

"Yeah, well I'll regret it a hell of a lot more if I do tell him and then lose him completely."

Nat grabbed my arms, stopping me in my tracks. She was one of my closest friends for a reason. She knew what made me tick, what scared me, what mattered the most to me. It's just not a risk I can take though.

"If you don't talk to him, all of this will get bottled up inside and it will ruin your friendship anyway. Y/N you need to get this out."

She was right. This was Nat. She was always right. My head and heart couldn't handle all of this new information. I didn't know how to deal with it, how to react.

So much for that epic romance I thought I was destined for. Looks like, for me, I'm only meant to be the friend, the side character in someone else's love story. I'm Eponine and not Cosette.

Deciding to lay off of me for the rest of the day, Nat rounded up Wanda and a few others and we headed out for a few drinks. Well, what started out as a few drinks anyway.

By the early morning I had at least 10 too many tequila shots in my bloodstream, partnered with a sore throat from overly emotional karaoke renditions of some of the best known heartbreak songs. I was a mess. A mess that could barely remember her own name.

"Are you drunk?" A random voice echoed through the hall as I stumbled around, trying and failing to get into what I hoped was my room at 2am.

"Why would you think that?" I replied to the swaying figure as they moved closer to steady my feet.

"Probably because you're trying to unlock your bedroom door with a lip stick. Plus the fact that the door doesn't have a lock on it anyway. What's up?"

Ignoring the nosy stranger, and giving up on getting into my room because the handle kept moving all over the place, I went in search of the nearest soft thing I could find to park myself on. Standing up was over rated anyway.

"You don't normally drink like this Princess," the randomer observed, leaning over me as I started making rug angels on the shag pile in the common room.

Why is this guy talking like he knows me? Who the hell does he think he is calling me that? "I've just got a lot on my mind. And don't Princess me. Only Bucky gets to call me that."

"Noted," the randomer laughed with a shake of the head, then joining me by laying at my side.

Staring at the ceiling as the silence engulfed us, I decided to confide in this handsome newbie. "If I tell you something, can you promise you won't tell anybody?"

"I promise," he responded without hesitation.

"I mean it, nobody can know. Especially Bucky. He can never find out." I pulled him into a sitting position and put my hands on either side of his face, trying to stress how important it was that he keeps this to himself. He really was pretty.

"I swear, Bucky will hear none of this from me."

"Ok. Here goes," I jumped up, frantic all of a sudden. "I want him to break up with his girlfriend, and it's seriously stressing me out."

"Why would you want him to do that? She's a nice girl isn't she?," pretty boy questioned in confusion, getting to his feet as well. Why did he care so much? Where the heck did he come from anyway? I swear, if this is one of Tony's robo experiments again I'm gonna flip.

"I'm sure they're perfect for each other," I groaned. "I just know that I don't want him with her. At first I had no idea why. He's one of my closest friends. I should want him to be happy right?"

"Of course," Mr Blue eyes confirmed with a furrowed brow and by gripping onto my now clammy hands.

"Then I started thinking about it. Why was I feeling like this? Why was it bothering me so much? I realised, it wasn't just this one girl I have a problem with. It's all girls. All except one."

"Who?"

"Me."

"Wait? What?" He bellowed, leaping backwards and pacing the floor. "You want m...I mean Bucky to go out with you?"

"Yeah. I mean, I think so."

"Y/N, you can't just come out with something like that and respond with I think so," he screeched out in loud exasperation, so much so that I burst into flood of tears.

"Why are you shouting at me?" This guy is such a meanie.

When he saw how upset I was he immediately calmed down, placing his palms on my face and wiping the salty drops away. "Y/N please don't cry. This is just a lot to process."

It took me a while to calm myself down, hiccups escaping my lips as the crying finally subsided. Slowly, the angel man, stranger, person, thing walked me over to the couch and sat us both down. His eyes were boring into me, beautiful azure pools that looked slightly familiar. Maybe it was those bath bombs Steve keeps buying from Lush. I don't know.

"Why do you even care about all this? It's not like you know him or something?" I enquired, now looking at anything other than in those beautiful bath fizzer eyes.

"Just try to explain to me what's going on in that crazy little head of yours," he pressed.

Oh well. I may as well carry on now I've started.

"I've been with the Avengers for a long time. They're my family, my home. And don't get me wrong, I know they care about me, love me even. It's just easy to be sidelined, you know? To become an after thought when you're part of something so big. Bucky changed that. When I met him, it was like everything shifted. He became the reason I smiled every day, why I looked forward to getting out of bed. For the first time in my life I felt like I was at the top of someone's priority list."

"So are all of these feelings because you think you're gonna lose that? You think you're gonna lose him? I swear to you it won't happen." If it only it were that easy.

"I wish it was that," the tears building up once more as I eventually decided to look at him properly. "It would make all of this way less complicated."

"What is it then?," he pressed in urgency.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm head over heels in love with the guy."

[yui-kuromori]

@maliceinborderland you gave me some Ideas!

So imagine one day, there’s this game expo, where new games are launched and there are small tournaments. Niragi’s there as a game developer, and because he’s an asshole, he’s participating in a tournament for a game he himself made.

So imagine his absolute surprise when this kid comes in and wipes the floor with every participant including him.

At first he’s a bit angry, so he goes to give the kid some shit.

But then he meets Arisu, who gives him one puppy dog look and Niragi’s like “well shit, guess I would kill for him now”. So he offers Arisu a job as a game developer.

Now, keep in mind that while Niragi is not a homicidal maniac, unlike in the borderlands, he’s still his crazy, aggressive, face full of piercings self, and Arisu, while being a bit more capable of being an asshole, is still baby. They work surprisingly well together, balance each other nicely. Arisu has a lot of repertoire and makes really interesting puzzles, Niragi really knows the industry and programming, and makes sure no one takes advantage of Arisu.

Arisu’s family is pretty happy. While “game developer” is not necessarily the job they wanted for him (doctor or lawyer would have been ideal), they get really glad that he’s at least got a job, and is making pretty good money. He manages to move out to a small apartment complex, rooming with Usagi.

Now, when Niragi and Arisu start dating (this can also be read as them as just friends) they actually make an effort to meet each other’s families and friend groups.

When Arisu told his friends that he was dating someone, they expected some cute gamer girl, someone just as shy and smart as Arisu. They got the “smart” part at least. Upon meeting Niragi, Karube and Chouta are obviously startled, Shibuki just goes “damn Arisu, the sex must be good”, while Usagi goes full protective mom mode. For a few weeks they actually try talking Arisu out of the relationship. Niragi is aggressive and harsh and a bit emotionally stunted, and they’re worried Arisu is getting played. It’s not until they walk into Niragi smiling gently at a sleeping Arisu, who crashed on top of him after a brainstorming session about the new game they were launching, that they fully accept him.

(Much to Niragi’s distress, he immediately gets adopted by the friend group. He doesn’t really know how to deal with their dynamics, they talk about feelings openly and Usagi takes to mom-ing him as she does with every one. He’ll never admit how much he likes it.)

Arisu’s dad almost has a heart attack, and doesn’t speak to Arisu for like, six months. Their relationship was already strained, and his son’s gay crazy boyfriend is enough to break it. Arisu’s brother is surprisingly supportive. He doesn’t really understand his brother’s taste in men, and was honestly rooting for him and Usagi to be together, but he’s nice and polite to Niragi, and they have dinner together about once a month.

Now Niragi’s friends were a whole ‘nother situation.

When Niragi begrudgingly admited that he’s been seeing someone for a while (after Chishiya pointed out a sturdy steel ring on his ring finger) his found family is a bit concerned. They are either expecting some crazy bastard that matches Niragi, or someone who’s clearly not ready to be in a relationship with him. Imagine their surprise when they meet Arisu, who despite being sweet and shy is wickedly smart, incredibly loyal and much to their surprise, can be viciously protective. Even last boss likes him. Him and Kuina hit off pretty nicely (and if he introduces her to Usagi, well, that’s just luck) and him and Chishiya become gossipy besties. Hatter immediately adopts him and Aguni’s glares soften up a little when he sees him.

Niragi’s mom is just so happy that her son has found some love, she almost smothers poor Arisu.

Other things about them.

- Niragi keeps trying to convince Arisu to get some piercings. He’s been insisting on a tongue one for a while. Arisu’s been pretty resistant, but hip piercings sound pretty ok after a while.

- Kuina gets Arisu into makeup and he, Chishiya, Usagi and Shibuki have sleepovers at her house to do their faces and gossip.

- Karube and Niragi meet once a week at Karube’s bar. Their chemistry is surprisingly good.

- Arisu accidentally wore one of Niragi’s shirts to work one (1) time, and that’s how the whole company found out about them dating.

- They become kind of known in the gaming industry.

- Arisu carries a “stuck my tongue out” jar. Niragi pays up every time he does something weird with his tongue.

- Once a guy who had some beef with Niragi tried to jump on Arisu. Poor thing got startled and pepper sprayed him in the face (everybody say thank you Usagi).

- Chishiya (who rooms with Niragi) just had to get used to finding Arisu, hair sticking out everywhere with dark circles, sitting oddly in their couch at 3 AM.

[obeiii-mee]

Hey there! Love your writing. What about MC spending a whole day with just one of the brothers? Like you know, if the brothers were deciding what to do? Sorry if it’s too boring and romantic haha, I’m a lost case, I desperately need that night walks with Satan and working out with Beel in my life haha. Thanks xx

Same though. I love writing just typical HCs with the bros during date night or something. And I’m currently writing a few angst HCs so I really needed this too lmao. I hope you don’t mind these not being too long. I hope this satisfies you lol.

Enjoy!

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The Brothers Spending a Whole Day with MC:

Lucifer:

-Mr. Prideful doesn’t take many days off

-But when he’s with you, he really feels like he can unwind properly

-Lucifer loves going on walks with you tbh

-He feels like it’s a nice break from all of his office work and meetings

-Sometimes the two of you end up in Majolish or a restaurant

-He definitely has a thing for spoiling you on days like these, because he feels he doesn’t appreciate you enough otherwise

-Like when he yells at both you and Mammon for doing stupid shit around Lord Diavolo

-The two of you could walk through the whole of DevilDom hand in hand if you had more hours in the day

-I see Lucifer as a bit traditional when it comes to dating so it’s obvious you’ll have movie dates and everything

-But a day off for him? With you? Away from his brothers, all of their chaos and the never ending attention his paperwork needs?

-It feels like he’s in the Celestial Realm all over again

-He does love you

-His past just doesn’t let him express his affection towards you very well

Mammon:

-If the two of you could spend the whole day together, there are only three places you could be at: Majolish, the casino or trying to make money for Mammon’s debts somewhere

-But it doesn’t really matter for him

-He could be stuck in a broom closet with you and still be happy (though he wouldn’t admit it)

-Spending a day with just him is bound to end in tears to be honest, on his part usually

-Because everything is going well and you’re having fun

-“Ah shit!”

-“Mammon you OK? What happened?”

-“I accidentally sold Lucifer’s gloves for 50000 Grimm!”

-How does one accidentally sell something?

-So he get a bit of an earful for that

-Other than that, being with the second eldest is crazy enough as it is

-You may have lost all that money at the casino but for the first time in a while, Mammon didn’t care that much

-Because you were there and laughing with him about how stupid both of you were

-You guys hit as many shops as possible and just generally have a messy, fun time together

-He often ends these days saying something like “You should be grateful that THE GREAT MAMMON agreed to let you tag along with him today.”

-But just kiss him on the cheek and he will shut up. For like hours. He’ll be too flushed to even look you in the eye

-He really wants to spend another day out with his human

Levi:

-Welp, life of a shut-in otaku

-It should be of no surprise that the two of you spend most of your time in his room

-It’s just the one place he’s most comfortable in and having you there makes it so much better

-Anime’s and video games are a must obviously

-But he loves doing movie marathons with you too (while loudly complaining the movie sucks and that you’re a normie for choosing it. Which means he likes it)

-Maybe a few good hours of him ranting about TSL because it’s Levi

-So the chances of you guys getting any sleep on said day are slim to none

-Also, if you agree to go to conventions with him, he will die of happiness

-On the rare occasion that he does go outside, he’s only out there because you went with him so that should tell you how much he loves you

-But most of the time you’re locked in his room to the point where Luci dearest has to come along and drag you the fuck to breakfast

-Ah, true love~~

Satan:

-I mean, this one should be pretty obvious too

-If he doesn’t enjoy dates in the library, then is he really Satan? (I never thought a sentence like that would ever be typed)

-Most of the time it ends with him reading to you because his voice is sO bEAutIful and you just melt when you hear it

-I will forever hc that he makes sound effects while reading too so imagine that

-You two don’t always get the chance to spend a whole day together

-But he tries to check in on you at least once a day

-*Cue romantic run through the house of Lamentation, trying to find you so he can gossip and bitch about Lucifer*

-Walks with him are very common too

-They usually take place at night, because he’s a sap and he read too many romance books and damn it kiss him already

-He would hold an umbreally over you if it started raining and everything

-Satan takes these moments to chat to you about anything, he just wants to appreciate you being there

-You guys made out several times while on these ‘walks’ ngl skskevshskbeuensb

-One time, you showed him a cat cáfe in the human realm and he went nuts

-Safe to say you’ve been there more times than I care to count, most of which were without permission

-A day with him can either go extremely calmly and end with you guys falling asleep on each other in his room or escalate to either pranking Lucifer or...steamier stuff

-Haha if anyone ever mentions he’s a cheesy bastard, they’re dead before they can say their prayers

-Except you, you get the pass on this one, tease him as much as you want

Asmo:

-Finally, he gets to have you all to himself without any of his brothers cockblocking him all the time~ (same tbh)

-The whole day would be planned from head to toe in activities and events

-It would start with some sort of makeover in the morning (getting your nails done, doing hairstyles, skin routine etc.)

-Then it would move on to some serious shopping sprees where he basically buys everything that he deems to be cute

-They’re for you 100% tho

-The day usually ends with you getting dragged to parties and clubs because Asmo can’t go a day without speaking to other people

-By the time you get home, you’re almost knocked out cold and carrying several bags full of clothes and shit

-But you can never say you didn’t enjoy yourself on these days

-Having Asmo around is exhilarating and somehow, even if crowds happen to not be your thing, it’s still really easy to have fun anyway

-There are times when the two of you stay at home and do each other’s nails and everything

-And you two are very fond of these sort of dates as well

-Of course, all of this assuming he won’t try to seduce you and get in your pants all day

-Turns our Mammon is somehow telepathically connected to you and rushes over any time this happens

-So much for not being cockblocked I guess

-He always switches things up as well which is usually very pleasant because you don’t visit the same shops or clubs every day

-Just be back by midnight or you’ll have your asses handed back to you otherwise

Beel:

-Beel loves you

-Beel loves food

-If those two happen to be in the same room, he might as well die peacefully

-It’s all he ever asked for (especially if Belphie is there too)

-Half of the day is spent at either Hell’s Kitchen or in your kitchen at home

-For him, the food always tastes better when you’re there so if you’re willing to go, then he’ll be like a cheerful puppy the whole time (how many times have I compared Beel to a puppy lmao)

-The other half of the day is spent training

-Work out sessions are important to him and he’s more than happy to let you join in

-If anything, you’ll be on his back as he does his push ups even though you’re not that heavy to him

-It sort of warms that demon heart of his because you’re always there handing him towels and water after he’s finished

-And you always have snacks prepared too which is wonderful really

-Kudos for being able to hide them from him the whole time

-It’s also not that surprising to know that you, Beel and Belphie hang out a lot

-So these days often mean that Belphegor tags along with you guys everywhere

-You won’t notice him tho, believe me, he’ll just stay attached to Beel’s back and sleep the whole time

-If he gets to spend a day with his loved ones, then Beel can honestly not ask for more

Belphie:

-“Belphie...?”

-“Yes MC?”

-“Is.....is that a pillow fort that’s almost as big as the attic?”

-“It is indeed.”

-“Why?”

-“Why not?”

-Tbh it would be a miracle if you two didn’t sleep the whole day

-But if he had to go somewhere with you

-It would be anywhere

-Much like Mammon, he couldn’t give less of a shit about the evironment as long as you’re there

-Chances are, however, that he will sneak you two to the human world a few times in secret

-He still insists he hates humans but truth is, he misses them and their realm

-Going back there, without permission the same way he did all those centuries ago, was like a breath of fresh air

-You guys would be chilling at a park in the human realm, probably make small picnic or something

-Belphie, as much as he doesn’t want to admit it, loves these dates and would kill anything on his path if it meant he gets to be in your arms while taking a nap in the human world

-He invites Beel along too which makes everything so much better for him

-He will just fall asleep on you while you run your fingers through his hair

-Belphie is so warm too so it’s likely you won’t stay awake for long either

-Poor Beel has to carry both back to DevilDom but he does it anyway without complaining >:(

-He knows that he isn’t allowed to come up here and that he should stop these dates before Lucifer finds out

-But being out here with you brings him an irreplaceable meaning and you’re so soft and gentle, he can’t resist cuddling into you

-Also he doesn’t give a shit what Lucifer thinks

(Idk why my writing is so bad in this post, it kinda feels like I forced myself to write it and maybe that’s why..? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my mess of HCs)

Al~

[meepmorpperaltiago]

Slipping Through My Fingers All The Time

I started a marvel binge about a month ago and I’ve been hyperfixating on spideychelle for a while now – so I started this fic and then realised the last prompt of @mjweek fit perfectly! This is a crazy long fic by my standards but I hope you like it!

The first time May hears Michelle Jones’ name is after the Washington Incident. She doesn’t particularly register it, not with everything else happening in their lives at that point. She’s just another one of his classmates, only just edging into the category of “friend”, if something like that can even be categorised at all.

She doesn’t hear the girls’ nickname for a while either.

Until one day, when Peter casually asks: “Would you mind if MJ slept over along with Ned?”

“MJ?”, she questions, turning towards him with a puzzled look.

“Michelle Jones... you know, the new Academic Decathlon Captain? Her friends call her MJ and now I guess Ned and I allowed to call her that since we’re her friends”.

She seems to bond to their group increasingly after Homecoming and then after the Blip. She’s not rude by any means, but she doesn’t really say a lot in comparison to her friends, so May doesn’t ever particularly chat to her in any depth beyond polite greetings and queries about being picked up after late night study -sessions-turned-sleepovers.

But as a platonic trio, the three of them seem to be on good ground.

Looking back, she’s not sure she could pinpoint when exactly when the true shift happened.

Slowly but steadily, Peter mentions her more and more in a way he’s never talked about any other friend before, even more than he used to mention Liz. It reaches a point where she expects to hear about the latest “badass” thing that MJ did whenever she asks him how school was that day, right alongside tales of their gang’s usual exploits and the regular gossip of Midtown. It’s not to an unhealthy or obsessive extent, but it’s enough for her to realise that something must be going on between them, even if it’s just a spark.

Not wanting to put pressure on Peter to talk about it, she waits patiently for her suspicions to be confirmed, because she becomes more and more certain every day that there’s something there.

A few weeks before the big school trip to Europe and what they’re both hoping will be a much deserved break, she comes home to Peter furiously scribbling something onto a scrappy frayed bit of paper, his entire face scrunched into fierce concentration.

“Are you designing a new suit or something?”, she casually asks, that being the only thing she can think of in spite of her nephews’ lack of artistic talent.

“Oh no”, is his slightly shy response. “It’s just... a plan...”

That confuses her even more and she sits down beside him, finally looking at what he’s been writing down whilst asking him: “a plan for what? World domination? Have you decided to go all angsty hero turned supervillain on us?”

He laughs at that and then explains himself. “I really like MJ. I wanna tell her how I feel in Europe and I thought it would be better to just write it down rather than winging it. I tried to just be honest with her earlier today and after I said that I had something I wanted to tell her I kind of froze... and ran... very fast... and elephant like... a lot of people stared, it was very noisy and embarrassing.”

She sits with him for about an hour after that, helping him to develop his pretty loose plan into something more concrete. She also had the sad thought that if Tony was still around he would’ve been all over this situation, helping Peter. It’s yet another figure in his life who will never be there for the big moments, but all she can do is try her best for him, like she has done since he was 4 years old and they all realised his parents’ weren’t coming back from that damn plane crash.

In the end, the trip of course gets derailed by (what else?) more superhero stuff and even before what follows a few weeks later, she feels awful that he can’t take a pause from stress and danger for even two weeks, at the age of just 16. He’s still just a kid, but the weight of the world never seems to lift from his shoulders.

But the one positive is that it looks like he didn’t need the plan. When they’re driving home from the airport, the first thing he talks and talks and talks about is everything that happened with him and MJ. Apparently she loved the necklace even though it was broken, they kissed 3 times on Tower Bridge (and a few more times on the way home) and now they’re going on a date soon. She questions if swinging around New York might be a bit intense, but he shrugs her off, saying that it’ll be fine.

She finds out later that it wasn’t fine, but everything that follows after their date completely crashes into everything and makes that detail anecdotal.

Everything changes after Mysterio’s video – at first he runs for far too long and she’s so worried and it breaks her heart to read all the awful, untrue things that damn Daily Bugle keeps on pumping out. The physical copy would be better off used as toilet paper in her opinion (she can’t think of anything as witty for the more popular digital version, but she’s trying). They all meet with him undercover, sporadically, supporting him in whatever way they can.

After an adventure involving Dr Strange (she’s proud of the fact that learnt his name properly now) and weirdest of all several other Spider-Men, he finally comes home and even though everything is still completely uprooted and unstable, at least she has him back now.

For everything that still comes afterward, for every run in with photographers and crazed fans and every time the danger they’re all in now that the world knows becomes apparent, she’s there to pick him back up. And MJ and Ned are too.

She notices that he comes back from patrols even later and when she talks to him about it he admits with a shy blush that he’s been stopping by MJ’s room every night for weeks now. It all seems very Romeo and Juliet. She also chuckles when it’s brought up in conversation with MJ’s mother, because of course she knows he’s there when they think they’re being so sneaky and secretive. How he managed to keep his identity hidden for so long, she’ll never know.

Over time, she gets to know MJ pretty well too: she learns that she’s smart and fierce and sarcastic and cynical in a way that balances Peter’s eternal sunshine perfectly. They really do fit together like pieces of an extremely adorable puzzle.

Her usually mended heart breaks a little when she realises how well she would’ve gotten along with Ben. But eventually she puts that thought away in a precious mental box, carefully kept and full of now bittersweet memories. She simply allows herself to share in her nephews’ new found and long overdue joy.

She truly realises the depth of their feelings for each other in unfortunate to say the least circumstances. A hammering from the Green Goblin puts him in hospital unconscious for a week even with his advanced healing abilities and MJ won’t leave his side for a second, holding onto the broken black dahlia necklace like it’s the only thing anchoring her to reality even after Ned has finally been persuaded to go home to bed. They sleep in plasticky, slightly sticky and hard hospital chairs right next to each other and when Peter finally wakes up the next afternoon he looks so happy to see the 3 people he loves most in the world carefully watching him.

She’s never seen him more scared than the first time a bad guy kidnaps MJ. They were aware that something like this was likely, the girl even prepared herself with self defence classes and her boyfriend is a literal freakin’ superhero. But still, when he finds her, May can see through the security footage that her and Ned are nervously watching, that he holds her with such relief, like she’s the most precious thing in the world.

They of course go to senior prom together and take the classic photos before they go — it’s incredibly corny but their radiant smiles put a bright grin on her face too.

They go long distance for college and although they’re both worried about growing apart, they seem to just get closer, moving into a cramped apartment in their second year.

She comes over for dinner (Peter has always been a disaster in the kitchen, but MJ’s competent enough to keep them from completely living off take out) and the three of them chat and laugh together and they’re not even out of college yet but MJ already feels like family.

What she doesn’t expect is for him to call her at 2am, in floods of tears, barely able to explain to her what happened except “I’ve fucked everything up, oh my god, I’ve fucked everything up...”

Eventually May gets a bigger picture through his tears (“it’s so stupid”, he hiccups down the phone). Essentially it all boils down to a lack of communication and small things boiling over into a blow out fight. Now she’s walking out in sheer anger and he’s frozen in panic. May feels panicked too, feeling the pressure of giving Peter the right advice when she’s honestly not sure how she would handle the situation. He might be all grown up, at college with a long term living together relationship, but sometimes she’s reminded of how young he still is.

She ends up telling him to run after MJ and apparently he does just that, rushing out into the pouring rain and kissing her through tearful apologies from both of them in what sounds like something straight out of a rom com. After that, they get better at sharing how they’re feeling and their relationship seems all the better for it.

She gives him her old engagement ring just after their two year anniversary of living together, after he comes to her apartment with an excited grin, telling her that he wants to propose. An everlasting symbol of her old love, of the love her and Ben shared, that their child can now share with the love of his life.

“So what’s your big plan?” she asks him excitedly over coffee in the mug he bought her a few birthdays back.

“Well, she hates public proposals, so I can’t do that – I was thinking of doing something at home, something cosy...”

That’s exactly what he does.

May helps him with his plan, just as she did 5 years ago – except this time she’s a little bit more directly involved.

Luckily, May and MJ already have a regular rom com night every few weeks, so MJ isn’t too surprised or suspicious when she invites her ‘round for an afternoon of Bridget Jones. Just as the perpetually single heroine is giving birth to Colin Firth’s baby, she gets a thumbs up text from Peter, letting her know that he’s ready to go.

MJ took the bus here, so May suggests they go back to the apartment together, because she couldn’t bear the idea of not being around for what awaits MJ at home. MJ gives her a strange look but just rolls with it.

When MJ opens the apartment door after saying goodbye to May, the lights are dimmed, except for a glowing structure in the corner, which Peter comes out of grinning.

“I made you a fort!” he declares happily with his arms in the air. As MJ grins and laughs and kisses him as she jumps into his arms, she takes that as a cue to fully leave them alone.

She stands and waits and wonders what’s happening inside. She could see that he’d filled the inside of the fort with fairy lights and she knows that he was planning on ordering MJ’s favourite food (pepperoni pizza) and putting on a murder documentary she’d been talking about for weeks.

After what must’ve been the time for them to eat their pizza and watch the documentary, plus about 7 minutes give or take, they open the door. They both have tears in their eyes as MJ holds up her left hand to show May the newly placed ring on her finger.

They have placeholder seats in the ceremony, for everyone who’s not there, who would’ve been there. Who should’ve been there. Everyone lost isn’t forgotten and it’s as heartwarming as it is sad.

He goes back to May’s the night before the wedding out of superstition and tradition. She wakes him up pretty early and he complains until he realises what day it is. He shares a soft phone call with MJ as soon as he’s awake enough to hold a conversation, but May has no idea what’s being said, as she goes to the kitchen, wanting to give them both privacy.

She makes sure to tell Peter how proud she is of him when she’s helping him tie his tie like he’s back in high school and getting ready for Homecoming.

When he sees MJ walk down the aisle, they both look at each other like they’re being given the entire world.

Peter speaks first, nervously taking cue cards out of his pocket and saying: “MJ, I know that you hate clichés and corny lines, so I’m not going to use any. Instead, I’m just going to make a bunch of promises. I promise to support you and stand by your side, to have your back in the way that you always have mine. I promise to always be there to make you smile when you’re sad. I promise to watch scary horror movies with you, even if they really scare me. I promise not to spoil endings of things. I promise to love you forever.”

An already tearful MJ follows him with: “Peter, a long time ago, I told you that I don’t have much luck when it comes to getting close to people. But that’s not been true for a long time, thanks to you. Sorry to use clichés my vows after you cut them out of yours, but I feel so damn lucky to be marrying my best friend. I promise to stand by you and fight for you even when you’re being really stupid, I promise to support all of your nerdy stuff and most of all, I promise to always love you, dork”

May thinks back on everything her boy has suffered through, everything that has been put upon him for so long. Seeing him brimming with joy, gazing lovingly at his wife, surrounded by everyone who loves and supports them both, she bursts into tears herself.

It’s one of the happiest days of her life .It’s only matched by her both of her wedding days and the days that Benjamin Anthony Parker-Jones and Taylor-May Parker-Jones are born.

[melodiesofblueroses]

𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘶𝘱 𝘚𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

→ 𝘈𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘶𝘴 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

›› 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: You thoroughly enjoyed your makeup sessions with Asmo. Not only were his stories so extravagant and entertaining, but he also loved giving you advice on any of your troubles. In this particular session, you start to reflect on your feelings for your coworker

›› 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: Fluff

›› 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: ~2.5k  

›› 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱: gn!reader , makeup artist!asmo, actor/actress!reader, human au (? kinda)

“ah, y/n, it’s a treat to see you again!” at the sound of your makeup artist, you couldn’t help let out a small smile, happy to have your favorite person on set with you yet again. sure, he may have been the artist that was sometimes assigned to you, meaning that the two of you were nothing more than coworkers, but you also became close friends with him. plus, asmo’s craft and talent with his brushes never ceased to amaze you. your makeup, no matter how extravagant or simple, always seemed to take the spotlight during each shot. it was perfect to say the least, for both the scene and the atmosphere. besides, asmo always knew how to make you look good in anything. he truly had a talent for this. 

“asmo! i’m so happy that you’re my artist,” you exclaimed, finding it quite hard to contain your excitement. you moved to sit in a black chair that was in front of his work station, sitting up straight as you prepared to, once again, be blown away by him. as much as you enjoyed the other artists that were on set, asmo just had a magical touch to his work. he was your favorite by far, although that is to say you weren’t putting down the others. asmo’s makeup work, in particular, exudes confidence, elegance, and beauty all in one. it not only served to accentuate your character’s traits, but also gave you much more confidence when you were up on set. 

“well, i’m glad to hear that you love me so much,” he giggled, getting right to preparing his brushes and kit. this time, he was given the orders to create a natural and simple look. your character was supposed to be at a cafe in this scene, supposedly on a date with some hotshot you’d met in a previous scene. although asmo did get orders from the head makeup artist, he often liked to deviate a little and add his own personal touches in order to make you stand out. as much as that would serve as a reprimand, everyone on set was always taken aback by your makeup, so they let asmo run free. “so, would you like to hear the story of my last failed date?” he sighed, opening up the primer as he dipped his brush in. 

“of course i would, duh. your stories are the highlight of my day.” although that may have sounded a bit of an exaggeration, you weren’t lying. asmo always seemed to have the wildest stories, yet they were exciting and always kept you on your toes. you couldn’t help but wonder how he led such a fascinating and eventful life. currently, your life was quite dull. all you did was wake up each morning and arrive on set, that or practice your lines over and over again to your audience of stuffed animals that sat on your bed. you wished your life held an ounce of excitement that asmo’s had. “did you run into your psycho ex this time too?”

“yep,” he sighed once more, though he never stopped applying makeup. his soft touch on your skin felt so electric, though that was your crush on the man speaking. yes, despite his narcissism and usual shamelessness, you couldn’t help but fall for your coworker. of course, he was dreamy in a sense, with his good looks and fashion taste and all, but asmo was also very caring, a side he didn’t seem to show to just anyone (he seemed to only care for folks that he deemed to be attractive or interesting). however, he always listened to your problems and gave advice whenever you vented to him. and as someone who moved out to a big city in order to pursue more acting opportunities, it really did help to have someone by your side that truly did care. that, plus, he was just so interesting! you swear you could listen to asmo talk on and on for hours about his crazy stories. 

as he went on about his encounter with one of his exes, applying concealer, foundation, etc. in the meantime, you listened to each and every one of his words rather intently. as mentioned before, these stories always kept you on edge. you also couldn’t help but admire asmo’s voice. it was so full of emotion and expression. it was so lively! his voice was honestly really nice. plus, when he sometimes sang little songs under his breath, you couldn’t help but be blown away by this man’s singing talent. who knew he was such a good singer too? geez, now you needed to hear him sing a cover of your favorite songs or perhaps even a lullaby. although you were quite fixated on his story and voice, you didn’t forget to respond every once in a while and throw in your input and reactions, which asmo seemed to admire as well. 

“and that’s basically how i now have a cease and desist on my ex as well as a wanted criminal in the next town over.”

“wait wait wait, back up a second. wanted criminal?” 

“i’m just teasing you darling. just wanted to make sure you were paying attention,” asmo replied in a singsong voice, booping your nose with one of his clean brushes in the process. you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, quite used to his incessant teasing. you never knew how you still fell for it after many years of working with him. “anyway, is there anything new with you?” 

“well,” you started, though you were immediately interrupted as asmo applied a small dash of lipstick to your lips. ahh, his soft touch on your ever so sensitive lips made you feel goosebumps. it felt almost electrical in a sense, and you couldn’t help but jump a bit from the contact. geez, you really were head over heels for your makeup artist, especially if a simple touch was enough to make you feel butterflies. asmo took notice of your startled reaction and tilted his head (rather cutely you should say), making sure that you were alright before continuing on. when you nodded that you were fine, asmo happily smiled and continued on applying the lipstick, though you weren’t any calmer the second time around. 

it’s not like you despised his touch. you, in fact, were so in love with it, but the fact that you had such a huge crush on him really didn’t help. you also couldn’t help but recall the time that he had accidentally applied too much lipstick, and when you jokingly asked how you’d take it off, he grabbed your chin and said in such a sultry voice that he’d just kiss it off. gahh, just the memory of it got your heart rate up. of course, he did say that he was merely joking with you in a flirty way, but it felt so real that you didn’t really believe him. despite that memory resurfacing at the moment, you shook it off and continued on with what you wanted to say. “will you ever let me know your real name?”

“nope~” well, that was a quick response, and one that you weren’t even expecting to be quite honest. asmo, for some strange reason, never really let anyone in on his true name, insisting on the fact that everyone around him just called him asmo. you weren’t quite sure as to why he only ever wanted to go by his nickname, but you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and assume that he hated his name. if that was the case, then it would be better off if you just dropped it. “it’s not that i hate it or anything,” he continued on, though you were surprised by how well he seemed to be reading your thoughts. “i think that the mystery aspect of it makes me much more appealing, don’t you think?” with that, he added a dangerous flirtatious wink which surely got your heartbeat rising. 

“alright, i get it,” you sighed, smiling as you felt him powder blush on your cheeks. “but you are an expert on relationships and love and whatnot, right?”

“y/n, you’ve known me for a while now, what do you think?” 

“i know i know, just thought i’d ask. it’s just that...well.” oh now asmo was listening rather intently to you while simultaneously continuing to put on your makeup. he really was the biggest gossiper you knew, always wanting in on the juciest of details. and your dull love life was no exception. “i don’t know how to tell this person that i like them…” you couldn’t help but avert your gaze from asmo’s the moment you muttered that sentence, embarrassed that you were talking about your crush in front of him. it really wasn’t something that you had mentioned to anyone beforehand. 

“oo, who are they? you gotta tell me everything if you want me to help,” asmo responded, quite intrigued at where this entire thing was going. “i must say though, they are quite lucky to have someone as cute as you crushing on them.”

perhaps it’s the other way around you thought to yourself, though all you did was smile at asmo’s statement. “well, they’re always so kind. a bit eccentric at times, but that’s part of their charm!” you couldn’t really see asmo’s face at the moment since he was applying the tiniest bit of natural eyeshadow to your lids, knowing that he did so in order to make your eyes pop out a bit. if you could see him, however, you’d assume that asmo was giving you a face that basically told you to continue on. “um, let’s see,” you mumbled, trying your best to articulate your feelings in the best way possible. “although they can be shameless and really flirty, i know that they are really loving and can be a bit insecure at times. i think that their love would be my type of love, ya know?” 

“you haven’t told me much, but you sound so smitten with this person.” dang, asmo really knew a lot about love, huh? it was rather embarrassing that he was able to quickly catch on to your strong feelings. “i say that you confess. who knows, they may even like you back~” with that final statement, you couldn’t help but shake off the feeling that asmo most likely knew that you were talking about him, as much as you prayed that wasn’t the case. imagine telling your crush to their face that you liked them, and they knew that you were talking about them but feigned ignorance anyway. that in and of itself was so embarrassing. but if that was the case, then wouldn’t it be better to take his advice and confess? well, in the heat of the moment, you decided that you’d go with it. 

“you think so?” 

“mm” 

“ok then, asmo, would you like to go out with me?” 

there was a few seconds of silence between the two of you, painful silence that felt like years in your eyes. oh no, what if you just ruined your friendship with your coworker that you had cultivated over the years? all those years of friendship, down the drain due to some stupid five second confession. how dumb could you get? before you could mentally beat yourself over it, however, asmo replied. 

“oo, i like that confidence~ i find it quite hot.” of course, you should’ve known that asmo would’ve found a way to tease you in such a situation. it wasn’t the ideal response, especially since it kinda felt like he was making fun of your feelings, but you knew that it was just his nature to do so. didn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less though. you felt yourself tearing up a bit, though that all went away when you heard his next words. “of course i’d go out with you though. i’ve liked you for a while now too.” 

“really?!” it was a bit too enthusiastic and loud of a response that the other artists and actors couldn’t help but turn their gaze towards you for a few seconds. becoming flustered, you averted your gaze and focused on asmo, mumbling out your answer once more. everything had happened so fast that you hadn’t processed the entire situation yet, unsure whether you were stuck in a dream or not. this surely was one exciting thing that happened in your life. 

“yep,” he replied, giggling a bit at your enthusiasm. in his eyes, your reaction was adorable. he really did have a lot of love for you. 

“do you wanna go on a date this saturday then?” wow, you really were quite enthusiastic and fast-acting. it’s not that you were desperate (though some people may argue otherwise), but you were rather bored, and your life was uneventful, so you figured that a date would be perfect. 

“ahh, no can do,” he pouted as he added the finishing touches on your makeup. “my brother lucy,” he rolled his eyes at the mention of the name, “wants me and my other brothers back home for some reason.” he spun you around so that you faced the mirror, opening your eyes to be met with a job well done. his makeup work was truly top of the line, and you were always blown away at the spectacle beforehand. “how about next weekend though?”

“that sounds perfect,” you muttered to both asmo and the makeup look before you. first you snatched yourself a perfect makeup look and then a handsome boyfriend? today really was a great day for you. as you sat there speechless, you heard the director call your name out of the blue. it was finally time for your scene, and right on time too. “oh! i have to go,” you said to asmo, quickly getting up from your seat and adjusting your clothes. “i’ll definitely call you later to set up the details!”

“sounds good.” with that, asmo gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before he turned back to washing and fixing up his station, preparing to do a job well done for the next round of actors. shocked at the sudden kiss, you stood frozen for a few seconds, contemplating on what had just occurred. your first ever kiss from your boyfriend. this truly was a moment to treasure. though, before you could continue on with your daydreams, you heard the director call out to you once more, causing you to drop everything and rush on over. 

although you couldn’t tell, asmo was staring at you quite lovingly from afar, admiring how pretty you looked in both your makeup and costume. too bad he had to go back to the devildom for a few days to prepare for the exchange program. he really did want to spend more time with you.

[snowthepimp]

music

"Sorry I'm late, y'all. I didn't hear my alarm go off," Vanessa, Tiffany's secretary, said out of breath as she rushed through the entrance of Love in The Air— Tiffany's wedding boutique. She put her belongings on her desk, careful to not knock anything over. "I brought donuts, though." She wiggled her eyebrows, holding up the bag that contained two boxes of glazed doughy goodness.

"It's all good, girl," Tiffany smiled at her, letting her co-worker and friend know that she wasn't upset about her being late. She was late, as well. She had Nate to blame for that. "We're just decorating anyway."

Today was Sunday, the only day the shop was closed, but the women decided to come in on their day off to help Tiffany decorate the boutique for Christmas. Tiffany was a very festive person; she loved decorating for any special occasion, whether it was for Halloween, fall, spring, or Valentine's Day. Christmas was her favorite holiday, so she always went above and beyond for it. Tiffany walked to the radio, turning it to the local radio station that was playing Christmas music for the month. Mrs. Chrissy, the wedding boutique's fashion designer, looked at her crazy for changing the 80's R&B station she had it on.

"Mhm," Mrs. Chrissy took a sip from her coffee mug. "What you been doin' all night that you can't hear your alarm?" She lifted an eyebrow at Vanessa.

"If you must know, Mama Chrissy," Vanessa said with a roll of the neck. "I had a lil' company over."

"Which one?" Sunshine, the shop's florist, chortled. The youngest of the group smirked at her best friend as she placed an angel ornament on the tree they bought for Love in The Air.

"Bitch, don't play me," Nessa frowned at Sunshine as she mockingly blew her a kiss. "Jason came over, though," she blushed. She really liked the man for who he truly was despite his profession. She could say that for all the men she was seeing, though.

"Lawyer bae?" Tiffany asked as she stood on the ladder hanging the colorful string lights she had just bought.

"Nah, girl, that's football player bae," Sunshine winked, chewing on the piece of donut she had just put in her mouth. The women spent a lot of time together outside of work, so they knew all of each other's personal business. They knew who each other were dating, their past lovers, and what their sexual experiences were like.

Mrs. Chrissy shook her head, watching the girls go back and forth about how many men were part of Vanessa's personal life. "Chile." She couldn't say that she didn't enjoy it, though. The woman loved a good gossip session no matter how out of touch they claimed she was.

"I— now why y'all tryna play me?" Vanessa gasped, putting a hand on her chest in a playful manner, faking the shocked expression she held on her face. "It's not that many!"

"Girl, please," Sunshine scoffed. "There's a few," she waved her off. "Hmm. Let's see," she thought, tapping her chin with her finger nail. "There's lawyer bae, football player bae—"

"KFC bae," Mrs. Chrissy chimed in, mentioning the man Vanessa was seeing that managed the fried chicken fast food restaurant down the street.

"Jersey bae, Miami bae—" Tiffany continued as she counted the number of men on her fingers. The group of women were teasing her in spite of the truth behind their words.  

"Okay, okay, I get it," Vanessa interrupted them with a pout, waving them off. "Damn. So, I'm having some fun. So what? I'm too young to be tied down like you hags," she huffed. She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.

"First of all, I am not tied down," Sunshine stated matter-of-factly. "Y'all know my situation."

"Yes, Miss Thruple, we know," Mrs. Chrissy peered over her reading glasses to give Sunshine a bored look. The young woman rolled her eyes in response. Tiffany chuckled at the exchange.

It wasn't that Sunshine constantly talked about being in a three-way relationship with the father of her child and one of her closest female friends. She was more conflicted on who she wanted to be with more. Every now and then, she would complain about not knowing what to do without hurting anyone's feelings. When she wasn't confused, she would get lost in the euphoria they both gave her, whether it was individually or together. Mrs. Chrissy supported whatever she was into. She just wanted be spared with the whining. Her words to the young woman were to suck it up and deal with it like a grown woman would.

"And I'm not tied down either," Tiff spoke up. "I don't look at it that way," she added. She climbed down from the small ladder to sit down in one of the barrel chairs. "I would say we're working towards something bigger."

"Okay, so, when y'all getting married, hm?" Vanessa questioned her friend. She put her hands on her hips waiting for an answer, only for Tiffany to go quiet in return.

Tiffany and Nate talked about marriage many times before but never spoke on when they wanted to take that step. They had been together for three years up to this point. Tiffany was ready. She felt like they were ready as a couple, but it was really up to Nate. After all, he was the one that needed to propose. The woman stopped bringing up the conversation of marriage after awhile. Every time she would ask Nate when they were getting married, he would quickly change the subject. He didn't like talking about it sometimes because he felt pressured. He wanted to marry Tiffany; he knew she was the woman for him. But, he wasn't exactly ready for that yet. At one point, Tiff was tired of waiting, so she gave up on the idea of marriage all together. If it happened, then it happened. If not, then that was okay, too. She was going to have to live with that decision.

"Uh, I don't know— don't turn this on me!" Tiffany screeched with a laugh of embarrassment. "This is about you!" Vanessa shrugged, going back to decorating the reception desks. She was happy the attention was off of her for the moment.

"Now, now. Calm all that down," Chrissy quieted the young women before an argument ensued. Although they were all friends, she could feel the tension building from all the talk about a sensitive subject such as relationships. "If she wants to have her fun, let her do that," the older woman vocalized, supporting Vanessa's decision to date more than one person. As long as she was being safe, that's all that mattered. "Ain't no shame in that. I was the same way at her age."

"Really?" Chrissy's statement had Sunshine intrigued. She was curious to hear about her co-worker's past. She rarely talked about anything from her personal life unless it was about her husband or children. She looked up to Mrs. Chrissy in many ways. It was nice to see that she was very vocal about being your own person and having fun— something women were always criticized for doing.

"Oh yeah, I forgot you up there with them seasoned folk," Vanessa teased. She loved joking about Mrs. Chrissy's age. She wasn't exactly old, but she wasn't as young as them either.

"Vanessa, don't make me hurt you," Mrs. Chrissy glared at her.

The women laughed out loud, all of them being used to this type of playful banter. That's what made them work so well together. They could be serious and honest with each other, but they knew how to have fun, as well. They all loved each other dearly. They were more than co-workers; they were family. Tiffany was blessed to have these women working with her. She was blessed to have them in her life, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

[dreamer213]

Broken Machines: Lights The Dark

Chapter 10 Saturday School Kids Can Be Cruel.

Friday night had been pretty fun when Penny finally got home. She had called Pietro earlier in the day to tell him not to make her too much for dinner because she had a big lunch. She managed to keep the petit fours a secret until she got home. When she did get home, she plopped the box down on the table while he had his back turned and shouted “SURPRISE” as he turned around. He was so surprised he almost dropped their dinner, but Penny took the tray off his hands before anything got ruined. That night they had baked potatoes with tiny cakes and tea for dessert. The following morning Penny woke up to a pre-made plate of bacon and eggs, some money, and a note.

“ Morning Penny, They had to call me in for some emergency maintenance on the mech’s cannon again. There’s gonna be a lot to be done so I won’t be back till tomorrow. Be safe while I’m gone; remember to eat and stay charged.”

“Love you Sunshine, Dad.”

Penny: He won’t be home till tomorrow. I’m going to be alone here until tomorrow.

Penny frowns unconsciously; she had rarely been away from her dad since she was stationed. His presence had been her only constant comfort since the tournament; she hadn’t gone a day without him and she had never thought about what would happen if she had to. It’s honestly quite scary to be alone with nothing be her thoughts. Whenever she was, everything felt so small, so quiet, so….. suffocating like a black void pooling around her.

Penny: No one will be here when I get back or when I go to sleep tonight. When it’s dark, it’ll just be, be-

Penny shakes her head, pushing out the worrying thoughts before they get worse.

Penny: Stop. You are fine, you are strong, you are not hopeless, and one night on your own will not hurt you. Just eat your breakfast and go to work.

Penny sits down at the table and quietly eats her now cold breakfast. Once she’s done, she washes her dishes, turns off all the lights, and heads off to her morning patrol. The patrol went well, no robberies or emergencies today, for some reason this didn't make Penny happy, even though it meant she would have less paperwork at the end of the day. Before long, it’s time to help at the training facility. Saturdays and Sundays were always the easiest days of the week at the facility as most academy students rested or went home on weekends, and most hunters took it easy on the weekends too, so besides makeup sessions and a few fitness hobbyists, no one came in. Which meant Penny was never requested on these days. Or so she thought. When she arrived, Penny is told that a team has requested her assistant for their session and was waiting for her in her usual room. This surprised her but Penny did as she was told and headed towards the training room. As she walked, she wondered who could have possibly asked for her on a Saturday afternoon. Could it be Winter? No, she liked to train by herself. Academy students? No, any student who came in on the weekend was to be monitored by a teacher. Could it..Ciel?...No there was no possible way she had asked for her. Penny kept pondering, but no matter how hard she thought, she couldn’t guess who could be waiting for her in that room. She’d just had to go in and see for herself. Once she finally reached the training room, the moment she enters the room, something tackles her! Penny wrests her attacker onto the floor and pins their hands behind their back. She’s about to question them when she feels something touch her back. She grabs it, gripping it tightly in her hands. She looks at it and sees it’s a long fluffy orange tail.

Penny: An orange cat tail? Neon Katt?

Penny looks down and realizes she’s holding down Neon!

Neon: Yeah, it’s me. And if not too much to ask, could you let go of my tail and GET OFF ME!

Penny: Right away. I’m so sorry!

Penny lets her go, and they both get off the floor. Before Penny can ask why Neon tackled her, Neon starts rolling towards the rest of her team. Penny tries to keep up and ask her what’s going on, but Neon wouldn't even look at her. When they finally reach the rest of the team, FNKI Neon hides behind Flynt. Penny gives up on Neon and decides to just wait to ask one of the others.

Penny: Good afternoon Team FNKI.

Flynt: Hey Penny, nice to see you.

Ivori: Afternoon to you too, Ms. Penny.

Kobalt: Sup Penny, hope you got affairs in order cause you’re about to see hell. (chuckles)

Ivori: Koco!

Ivori pops Kobalt in his side with the handle of his whip. Kobalt rubs his side in pain and annoyed.

Kobalt: Ow, the hell Ivy!

Ivori: Could you please not act like a jackass for one minute.

Kobalt: How was I being a jackass? We know what’s about to go down, I was just giving her a heads up!

Ivori: Still, would it kill you to show some tact for once. I mean Is it really so hard for you to-

Penny: Excuse me.

Both young men stop and return their attention to Penny.

Penny: What exactly is going on? I have no idea what is happening and what exactly I’ve done to get this kind of reaction. Could one of you please explain?

Flynt: Yeah, sorry about that. You see what happened was-

Suddenly, Neon pushes Flynt out of the way and gets in Penny’s face. She gets less than an inch away from Penny’s face, looking really upset.

Neon: You didn’t call.

Penny: Excuse me?

Neon continues to stare her down, arms crossed with a big frown on her face.

Neon: You didn’t call me! I gave you my number, asked you to call me, waited two weeks for you to call, but you never did. So rude!

Penny: I am sorry Neon, I have been very busy for the last few weeks and hadn’t thought about our conversation since then.

Neon: Wow, talk about thoughtless. Or am I just that forgettable to you?

Penny: No, I just had over things I needed to give my full attention to at the time. That and I didn’t have anything to talk about.

Neon: Uh, That’s so not true! What about that “secret mission” Ironwood has you working on?

Penny: I’m not supposed to talk about that.

Neon: Yeah, with civilians! You’re supposed to gossip about your crazy missions and stupid paperwork with coworkers, stupid. Sharing wild stories is like the best thing about being a soldier! And besides, this isn’t just an everyday mission; it's one the General himself had to come to your house and get you out of bed for. How could you not wanna talk about that?

Penny: How did you know about that?

Neon: Same way I shoulda heard from you. Now talk! I wanna hear everything!

Penny stares blankly at Neon as she piece together what she just heard. She looked over at the rest of Team FNKI; the three young men were standing awkwardly, embarrassed but unsurprised by Neon’s actions. Finally understanding what’s going on, Penny turns her attention back to Neon.

Penny: So if I’m hearing this correctly, you request this room and my presence with sole purpose of having a recreational conversation?

Neon: Yeah!

Penny: And you do realize that in doing so, you are misappropriating both military equipment and personnel?

With that, Neon’s pout drops, and so does her tail, Flynt facepalms and hangs his head, Ivori does everything he can to avoid making eye contact, and Kobalt’s looking around and whistling, trying his best to play it cool. Penny crosses her arms, unimpressed by their silly plan.

Penny: Team FNKI, please leave this area immediately so that others may use it properly.

Neon: What! Oh come on, no one even comes here on Saturday!

Penny: That is incorrect and irrelevant; this room is for training purposes only, not socializing. If you aren’t going to train then you have to leave. Those are the rules we must follow as soldiers.

Neon: OMG, Are you really doing this right now? Ugh why do you have to be such a narc-

Neon is quickly interrupted by Flynt getting in between the warring redheads.

Flynt: Okay, I’m sensing way too much hostility here, so why don’t we all just take as sec to calm down and come up with some kind of solution.

Neon about to start arguing again but Flynt turns to her and puts a hand on her cheek; he caresses her cheek with his thumb and lightly scratches her jawline with his other fingers. Soon Neon lets out a low purr as she full calms down from her hissy fit.

Flynt: Kitty, I know you just wanna talk, but we gotta follow the rule. So, how about this, you like skating, right?

A now calm Neon simply nods her head as she continues to receive scratches.

Flynt: Then how about you do a little speed test, you race around the room a few times while Penny tracks your speed and you two talk as you go. Me and the boys can stay here and do some stretches while you ladies race and chat. Sound good to you?

Neon: Yeah…Sounds…good.

Flynt: Good.

Still scratching away, Flynt turns his head to Penny.

Flynt: Sound okay to you, Penny?

Penny: Since the activities are forms of training, yes that would be acceptable.

Flynt: Great, thank ya Penny.

Flynt takes his hand off Neon’s cheek onto her shoulder and rolls her towards Penny as he returns to his spot next to Ivori and Kobalt. Penny and Neon walk to the edge of the room near the entrance; once there, the two stand close to the wall, and Neon takes a starting stance. Penny clicks her heels together and starts her rocket boots; they’re on a lower setting to match Neon’s gliding and sets an internal stopwatch. Penny gives a quick glance to the boys, and they were indeed doing stretches as promised, then looks back to Neon. They make eye contact, Noen mouths, “Ready?” and Penny holds up a hand and starts counting down. 5….4……3….2….1.

Both girls dash off at tremendous speeds. They remain neck and neck as they go around the room and soon Neon starts talking again.

Neon: So what’s going on with this secret mission?

Penny: I’m investigating a crime, and I need to go undercover to find the perpetrator.

Neon: Cool, so are they just dropping you in or what?

Penny: No, because of the lifestyle and living situation of the people on the suspect list, I have to receive some training on how to behave and act without seeming suspicious.

Neon: Oh, is it like stealth training?

Penny: Yes and no, I’m taking etiquette lessons so that I may infiltrate Atlas high society.

Neon: Woah, really? Damn that’s like straight out of a spy movie! So who they got teaching you to act all distinguished and junk? I don’t know we had an expert on that stuff just lying around here.

Penny: We don’t, an elite is instructing me as a form of repayment for saving his life at a party.

Neon: Uh ew, you’re getting lessons from some old fart elite. Gross.

Penny: No, he’s actually a teenage boy. And he’s not gross; he’s very clean and friendly.

Neon: A teenager! They seriously gotta another kid teaching you? Way to pay off a life debt.

Penny: It’s actually very nice; Our ages being so close makes our dynamic fairly even, he’s intelligent, easy to talk to, and very kind, and the way he teaches is unique and very fun.

Neon: Ooooh cool. Is he cute?

Penny: He’s…more beautiful than cute.

Neon: Oh yeah? How exactly?

Penny: Well, he’s has a model’s figure, lean, long legs, high shoulders, and excellent posture. You could take a picture of him at any angle, and he’d always look amazing. His face is also gorgeous, pink lips that look nice even in a smirk, high cheekbones, a cute little nose, and his eyes! I’ve never seen a pair so blue and shiny before; they look like a deep sea with the brilliance of a gemstone. And his hair is so soft and neat that it looks like silk and is white as fresh snow.

Penny begins to sway from left to right, hands behind her back and a sweet smile on her face. She’s slowing down and moving further and further away from the wall as they go. Neon slows to match her speed.

Neon: Wow, so he’s grade A in the looks department. What about his personality?

Penny: As I previously stated, he’s very intelligent. He’s also creative and well-spoken I could talk with him for hours if I had the time to. He’s a bit abrasive, not cruel by any means just very direct and confident, and charming and witty (giggle), which is a little funny because his first name starts with Whit. (giggles)

Neon: (giggles) Sounds like you really really like this guy.

Penny: I do. Being around him is just so….wonderful. Sometimes when I’m with him, it feels like it’s just the two of us; I have his full attention, and he has mine. It’s very..cozy and a bit

A slight blush glows on Penny’s cheeks. She turns around and starts flying backwards.

Penny: exhilarating. So much so that sometimes I feel a little dizzy and get this thumping feeling in my chest when he looks at me for too long or says something really nice to me. It’s really-

Penny is intercepted by her accidentally backing into the wall of one of the obstacles. Luckily for her, her aura was active, and she had slowed down so much that the impact was damaging in the slightest. Still hurt a bit though.

Neon: Ooooooh shit.

Neon rushes over to Penny, having been in earshot of the collision come running to see if everything’s okay.

Flynt: I heard a bang. Who got hurt?

Kobalt: 5000 lien says Neon got bored and pushed her off a platform.

Ivori: Koco I swear to every God if you don’t stop I hit you right in the-

Neon: Will you two mouthy douche cakes shut up and actually help!

The two stop their bickering and go to Penny. They try to help her up, but Penny puts her hands up as they try, and they back up to give her some space. Penny turns off her boots, takes a second to regain her balance, and steadies herself fully on the floor. The team begin conversing about what’s just happened.

Ivori: Are you okay, dear? Do you need us to get someone?

Penny: No, thank you, I’m fine. My aura was activated, and it was a slow speed collision, so there was no damage aside from the initial shock of the impact.

Flynt: But why’d you crash?

Penny: I-

Neon: Oh, it was nothing really. Penny just go all wispy talking about this dreamy boy she met.

Penny: W-what? What are you-

Kobalt: Oooh, so that what you two were talking about. A boy.

Neon: Yup, she was so caught up in her gushing that she slammed herself into that wall. (laughs) Can’t say I blame her though, all cute girls go a little brain dead when they think about their crush. I know I did.

Kobalt: And since when did you count as a cute girl?

Neon playful elbows Kobalt in the side, and Kobalt returns the favor while Penny looks on, confused by their words.

Penny: Excuse me, but do you mean by a crush?

Neon: Oh, you know.

Penny: No, I do not know.

Neon: You know it’s when you really like someone.

Penny tilts her head to the side, confused.

Penny: But I like a lot of people.

Neon: Yeah, but a crush is when you really like someone. Like you like like them.

Penny: Like like?

Kobalt: You know, they make you feel all floaty, makes your head all foggy, and gives you butterflies in your tummy.

Penny: How would someone get insects in my stomach?

Neon and Kobalt sigh in unison, frustrated with her lack of knowledge. Meanwhile, Ivori walks up to Penny, dusts off her sleeves, and takes both her hands in his, taking over the situation.

Ivori: Sorry about those two. They have don’t know how to take anything seriously. Now the gist of what they were trying to say is that a crush is when you have some romantic feelings for someone.

Penny: Romantic..feelings?

Ivori: Yes, when you’re with this person, it’s very special. They’re beautiful to you; they make you feel warm and safe and happy. You want to hold them, laugh with them, kiss them, and just be romantic with them.

Penny: But I’ve never wanted to ki-

For a second, the unconscious thought of kissing Whitley plays through Penny’s mind. Suddenly the thumping in her chest returned, and her face started to redden. Penny tries to make the thought go away, but Ivori’s words keep replaying in her head, and memories of Whitley pour in with it. Her face gets redder and redder until she’s at the max amount of flushed her body can be. She tries to speak her mind still jumbled.

Penny: I-I d-don’t have r-romantic fe-feelings for hi-(hiccup)

Penny quickly rips her hands from Ivori and covers her mouth, astonished that she had somehow just said a lie.

Kobalt: The hell was that!

Penny: N-nothing (hiccup)

Neon: Wait a sec, I’ve heard about this. She hiccups when she lies. You lied, you’re totally crushing on this guy, aren’t you?

Penny: No I’m not-(hiccup)

Kobalt: Holy shit, that’s fucking adorable! Do it again! Do it again!

Neon: Penny’s got a crush, Penny’s got a crush.~

Neon chants in a sing-song voice, Kobalt chuckling at her side.

Penny: No, I don't-(hiccup) Stop it!

Neon continues to chant and Kobalt joins in, Penny just covers her face, silently praying for the ground to swallow her up and away from this as they continue heckling her. After a while Ivori decides that enough was enough and gets in the two jokesters faces.

Ivori: Both of you stop that right now! Can’t you see that hurting the poor girl’s feelings!

Neon: Ugh, Lighten up we’re were just kidding around.

Kobalt: Yeah, you’re supposed to tease people when they get a crush. We did the same thing to you.

Ivori: That was different, you don’t make fun of a little girl. Especially one like Penny.

Neon: Oh, come on, if she’s gonna be a soldier, she has to be able to handle some hazing.

Ivori: But you still shouldn’t be prying into her personal life like this.

Flynt: All three of you shouldn’t have been prying at all.

Flynt final chimes in, having stayed silent for far too long.

Flynt: Koco, Kitty cut it out right now; it's not funny. Ivy, you should’ve stayed out of it; you played right into their game and lost. Take your L and walk away.

The three listen and stop arguing, and Flynt turns to Penny. He takes off his shades, gives her a reassuring smile, and pats her shoulder.

Flynt: Penny, I understand you’re vulnerable and awkward right now, that’s normal. If you wanna talk about this, we’ll gladly listen but if not that’s okay too. We won’t push you, and I’m sorry if we made you uncomfortable today.

Penny: Thank you Flynt Coal, your apology is accepted.

Flynt: Okay, now if there’s anything you need feel free to-

???: Excuse me.

Everyone stops in their tracks as a familiar voice rings out into the room. They look towards the door to see Winter walking towards them, stern-faced as always.

Winter: Apologies if I’m interrupting your conversation Team FNKI, but your time is almost up, and I need to have a talk with Penny. And since it seems like you have already finished up, I’d like you all to leave.

Flynt: Yes Ma’am, let's go people, time to bounce.

Flynt gives Penny a wave and heads towards the door, followed by Ivori, who gives her a sweet smile, followed by Kobalt, who ruffled her hair, and lastly Neon, who gave her a peace sign as she rolls past. Once they’ve left the room, Winter and Penny are left to converse.

Winter: Penny Polendina.

Penny: Yes, Winter Schnee.

Winter: I understand you have had a change in schedule.

Penny: Yes, I have.

Winter: When you return to your usual schedule, I’d like you to join me on my errand.

Penny: You mean the-

Winter: She’s asked for you, said that your presence was calming. I’ve already spoken to Ironwood, and he’s approved the change. As soon as your investigation is over, you’ll be accompanying me for this task twice a week. Understood.

Penny: Affirmative.

Winter: Excellent, now run along the carrier for the evening shift is leaving soon.

Penny: Yes Ma’am, have a good day.

Penny exists the room, leaving Winter alone to train, soon she’s back in Mantle and headed to the station to fill out her daily reports. It doesn’t take long as it has been a very uneventful day so she finishes in around two hours. From there she walks home, unlocking the door and stepping into the living room, turn on the lights as she enters.

Penny: I’m home-

Penny begins her usual greeting before remembering that she’s alone. Her smile drops and she heads to her room, taking off her boots along the way. She sets her backpack and boots down the flops onto her bed, she looks up at the ceiling, wonders what she should do until it’s time for her to sleep. She pulls out her scroll, hoping to find some entertainment, and notices a text from Neon reading “If you wanna any advice on how to get a date with Atlas boy, text me 😸🌈😉.” She goes red at the memory of teasing she received early and responds with a simple “No thank you.” She decides to go on her Individeo, a video, and streaming platform, app to watch some videos. She pulls up a video on making your own custom guns, she had seen the tile and saved it for another time days ago. As she watches she remembers that she saved this specific video to show her dad because she thought some of the ideas for the weapons could be used to improve some of their own guns. This realization weights on her as all the ideas and facts she wanted to discuss with her dad float around with nowhere to go. Speaking of her dad he wanted her to eat whiles he’s gone.

Now Penny could survive solely off of electricity but thanks to her biofuel converter and new nervous system she could enjoy food and turn it into fuel, making her more eco-friendly. She closes the video app and searches her memory bank for phone numbers for local restaurants that delivered. She forms a long list of options but as she has limited funds and would hate to inconvenience anyone Penny starts disqualifying the higher prices and further away eateries. Soon she narrows it down to a list of three options, a pizza place, a burger place, Ms. Ling’s. From there she evaluates them base on quality, quantity, and service rates. In the end logic and curiosity wins out as Penny picks out the one she never had before, pizza. She calls in for one medium-sized cheese pizza, just to test out the taste, and is told it will take 45 minutes to deliver. She takes this time to wash up and change into her pajamas. When the food does arrive she goes downstairs, pays, and takes her pizza. She sits the box on the table, opens it, and takes out a slice. Penny takes a bite and it’s greasy in a good way, the cheese is nice and stretchy, the tomatoes sauce compliments the cheese, and the crust has a pleasant crunch. But it just doesn’t feel tasty, it tastes good but for some reason, it just doesn't feel the way to supposed to. Penny eats two more slices then puts the rest away in the refrigerator. She goes back upstairs, brushes her teeth, plugs up, and heads to bed early.

She closes her eyes hoping to see her dad’s smiling face when she wakes again.

[jalapeno-princess]

The Other Woman

CEO Mark X Receptionist Reader

Word Count: 11K

Genre: Angst with a fluffy ending

Warning: Cheating, mentions of sex, insecurities

Summary: What started as a one night stand with your boss turned in to a secret love affair. In the beginning, your relationship with Mark was strictly just sex. Only a couple of months later do you realize that you made the mistake of falling in love with him and the worst part, is that he’s already in a relationship.

A/N: Hey guys! So I stumbled upon the song “What She Thinks About Me” by Chloe X Halle last night and I literally wrote this in less than a day (which is why it might suck ass LOL) but it’s whatever. I love their entire album y’all should totally go check it out. I just want to say I am totally against cheating and having affairs. (If you no longer love your partner, deadass just leave why continue hurting and lying to them?) I don’t know how this story came about but like I always do whenever I listen to a song for the first time, I got inspired and this was the product. I hope you all enjoy! (I’ll also be starting up work and school here soon so I won’t be able to write as much but I’ll try my best)

I wonder what she thinks of me when you're coming home I know that she smells my perfume under your cologne I wonder what she thinks of me when you stay awake After you make love to her, but I'm still on your brain

I'm not the jealous type, I like the other guys I wish you all the best, I'll help you pick her dress Then you can both go to Paris, you live in the lavish I'm actually happy for you So tell me, tell me, baby, all of this is crazy You've done this before, so who are you to judge me, me? It's never wrong when you're in love

As the two of you were getting closer and closer to your highs, it seemed as if everything surrounding you seemed to heighten as well. Both your moans and his only got louder, the closet mirror was fogged up entirely, the sound of skin on skin slapping against each other bounced off of your walls, his grip on your waist only tightened which you were sure would leave a mark and your bed continued to creak with each and every thrust. 

You and Mark were going at it for almost four hours. No matter how tired you were, or how your legs were practically jello because of how relentless and rough his pace was, you didn’t know when the two of you would be able to make love to one another again. You knew he must’ve felt the same way since he was the one that indirectly hinted at fucking you for multiple rounds. 

When you felt him hide his face in your neck, you knew he was about to cum. You’ve had sex with Mark countless times to know when he was about to release, so you whispered sweet nothings in his ear before leaving chaste kisses all around his face. Once you felt his warm, creamy liquid fill up your velvety walls, you absentmindedly let out a whimper. But it wasn’t because you were upset that he came, no; you loved it whenever he filled you up to the hilt with his cum. You were upset because once the two of you called it a night, he was going to leave you and return back to his apartment. The one he shared with her. 

“Come on baby, I know you’re close. Fuck, you’re so beautiful y/n. So fucking tight—so wet. I can never get enough of you—come for daddy.” 

He brought his fingers down to your wet and over sensitive pussy, shoving two of his fingers in to your entrance as he continued pushing himself in and out of you. There was nothing you loved more when you were having sex with Mark than when he would use both his fingers and his well endowed cock to bring you to your orgasm. To your dismay, you found yourself releasing your juices all over his length and his fingers, earning you a delicious moan from his pretty pink lips. 

“That’s my good girl. I’m gonna miss you so much y/n.” He brought his hand up to your cheek and cupped it ever so gently before connecting your lips together. During most of your hookups with Mark, you were usually the dominant one. You’d always lead your love making sessions, you were almost always on top and you were the definition of dominant. 

Since Mark was always the one everyone depended on, he loved whenever you took charge in the bed room. He was always telling his employees what to do, so he enjoyed it whenever you would make him beg to cum, or if he wanted you to suck his dick, he’d have to beg for it. You were the only person Mark ever submitted to; but tonight, you allowed him to do whatever he wanted to you. 

“How long are you going to be gone for again?” He brought one of his hands up to your hair and began running his fingers through it before plopping on top of you. 

“Ew Mark! Gross! You’re all sweaty and heavy. You’re crushing me!” His adorable little giggle against your neck sent shivers down your spine and it was in the moments like this; after sex or during pillow talk right before the two of you would fall asleep that you’d find yourself wishing this could be your reality. That you and Mark could be more than what the two of you actually were. That he would come home to you every night and stay with you, not leave the minute he filled you up with his load and left not too long afterwards. 

What started as a late night together in the office turned in to a steamy love affair between the both of you for the last six months. Although you loved how things were going between you and Mark, there were some days that you would regret this entire situation. It’s not that you ever regret falling in to bed with Mark the first time that led to fucking him almost every other day whether it be in his office, one of the storage rooms at his company, in either of your cars, or back at your apartment. 

Mark Tuan was a dangerous addiction; an extremely bad habit that you couldn’t find yourself to quit no matter how terrible it was. What made things even worse, was that you had no intention on ending things between you and Mark anytime soon and you could only hope and pray that neither did he. You tried to lie to yourself for the last few months that you were in it strictly for the sex, but deep down you knew exactly why you were staying around for so long. Sure Mark was an amazing and generous lover in bed, but you could have sex with anybody if you really wanted to. You made the mistake of falling in love with him and you were screwed. 

Mark was going on a trip to Paris with his girlfriend of two years and no matter how hard you tried not to let it bother you, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. You didn’t think you had a right to be jealous. He was in a relationship; you knew exactly what you were getting yourself in to the minute he threw you on to his desk and attacked your body with wet and impatient kisses. Deep down, you knew it was wrong. The first time should’ve been the last time. He was your boss for God sakes; but you were selfish. 

You loved the way Mark took care of you. On the night of your first hook up, you stayed back at work to help Mark with a very important contract that was due by midnight. Since you both finished early and turned it in to your client three hours before they needed it by, Mark ordered some food with the intention of celebrating. However, while you were waiting for the food, the two of you began to talk slowly and as time went by, Mark began to inch his way over towards where you were sitting until your thighs were practically touching each other. 

Before you could process anything, you felt his lips on yours and it was such a breathtaking feeling. You’ve kissed quite a few men over the years, but there was something about Mark that warmed up your body in ways that no one has ever done before. Red flags went off in your mind the minute he smashed his mouth against yours; you knew he had a girlfriend. 

She came to visit him every now and then and she was such a sweetheart. She always said hi to you, complimented you on your outfits and even brought you pastries on a few occasions as a way to say thank you for always being there for Mark when he needed it. You didn’t even want to think how she would feel if she were to find out that her boyfriend had you pressed up against the window in his office as he fucked you doggy style with your breasts against the cool glass. Nor did you want to know where she thought he was every time he found himself with you. 

From what you heard throughout the office, you were aware that she was very intelligent. Not only did she have her masters in political science, but she was also one of the valedictorians of her graduating class. You could see why Mark was with someone like her; but he reassured you that he only continued his relationship with her because of the relationship he had with her dad. 

Her father was an extremely successful businessman and he’s been one of the company’s biggest clients even before Mark took over his dad’s position as CEO almost two years ago. He was afraid of the backlash he would get from breaking up with her, but you thought cheating on her was even worse. However, you never questioned Mark about his intentions ever. Nor did you beg him to leave her or question what he thought of you and your relationship together in fear of losing him. 

For someone so smart, his girlfriend must have lacked common sense. Did she not wonder about his whereabouts? Who did she think he was texting and calling in the wee hours of the morning? When you and Mark took a month long vacation together across Polynesia, did she not question exactly what kind of business he was going there for? Did she not see the scratches on his back that you left whenever he went animalistic on you? And what about the hickeys you’d leave on his neck every now and then by accident when you took things a little too far? How dense could someone be? 

It was obvious Mark was having an affair. You didn’t even realize how obvious it was that Mark had another woman on the side until one of your colleagues gossiped about hearing him having sex with someone in the conference room while they knew his girlfriend was away on a family trip. Every time Mark’s affair was brought up, it seemed as if everyone was talking so negatively about you; but you couldn’t blame them. 

What a whore. Such a slut. Home wrecker. She’s obviously only with him for his money. Somebody should tell his girlfriend. I don’t care that he’s my boss, what he’s doing is wrong. 

Each and every word felt like a stab to your chest, but they were right. You were a home wrecker. A pathetic bitch who slept with another woman’s boyfriend. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to stop. You were just as hooked up on him as he made it painstakingly clear that he was for you. In the beginning of your secret rendezvous, Mark would only reach out to you strictly for sex. It never bothered you, you enjoyed messing around with him and as bad as it sounded, the idea of fooling around with someone who was taken excited you. It was thrilling and exhilarating. 

However, only a month after the two of you began your affair, Mark started calling you and texting you once the both of you went home. He confided in you with his worries about the company, some self doubts and insecurities. You were shocked to say the least the first time he called you crying because everything was getting too much for him to handle. Everyone expected so much from him and sometimes he wished he didn’t take over his family’s company and would have preferred going in to his dream career as an architect. 

Out of all the people Mark knew and all the friends that he had, you were shocked that he trusted you enough to tell you everything that fell from his lips that day. He went on for almost two hours and from that day on you decided you would do anything in your power to be there for him and to help carry the burden for him so he wasn’t suffering alone. Then came the gifts; he claimed it was a token of appreciation for all that you did for him, but each and every time he bought something for you because he claimed he thought of you when he saw it, your heart would always flutter at the idea of him thinking about you other than when the two of you were having sex. 

It was wrong; it felt so wrong yet it felt so right. Nobody you have been with loved on your body like Mark did. Nobody got you screaming and squirming so easily the way he did. Nobody got you on your knees with him fucking the living shit out of your mouth like he did. Nobody had you running back like a lost puppy like Mark did and that’s when you knew you were fucked. You found yourself contemplating on multiple occasions whether or not you should allow this to continue. 

Not only was he hurting his girlfriend who seemed to really love him by the way she constantly checked up on him, made him meals to make sure he was eating and bought him things he needed, but he was fucking with your mind as much as he was with your body and driving you to the brink of insanity the longer this continued. 

You were never the jealous type; you never had a reason to be. When you got in to a relationship; whether it be a friends with benefits situation or an actual relationship, you made your partner aware that you should be the only person in their life and you proved your worth with your patience, generosity, kind-hearted personality and most importantly, in bed. Most of your ex-boyfriends were hooked on you like a drug, the exact way you were currently acting towards Mark, but you could never hold a relationship for more than a couple of months. 

You had a tendency of getting bored with someone and the constant routine that came with relationships. This was the longest you were with anybody and you weren’t actually with them. You’ve never been a side chick or a mistress before and because you knew Mark was only using you for sex, or at least that’s what you were sure he wanted you for, you didn’t feel the need to get jealous over his girlfriend. 

You were meant to help him with his carnal urges and burning desires whereas she took care of him in ways that only girlfriends should be allowed to. But the longer you allowed your relationship with Mark to continue and the deeper your feelings grew for him, the more you’d feel the green monster of jealousy on your back each and every time she was brought up in a conversation or whenever she came to the company and would kiss him in front of you. 

It made your skin crawl and you wanted nothing more than to walk up to him, pull her away from his embrace and show her that she wasn’t the only woman in his life. Hearing that the two of them were going to Paris for her birthday made you want to throw up. Not only was he going to be gone for two weeks, but they would be alone together in one of the most romantic cities in the world. Even if he’s never told you whether or not they were intimate, seeing as how she was his girlfriend, you were sure they had sex every now and then. 

It didn’t matter if he had you, if a man was horny, they’d fuck whoever they wanted to just to get themselves off. Knowing how easily Mark would get turned on, you knew there was a chance that the two of them would probably be intimate at least once during the trip. Especially since they were going for her birthday. There was one time you found love bites on his chest that you knew you didn’t leave, but you couldn’t be bothered. She was his girlfriend. He may have been fooling around with you, but at the end of the day, she was the one who got to wake up next to him and go to sleep in his warm embrace. 

“Hmmm, you weren’t complaining just a few moments ago when my sweaty chest was pressed up against your shoulder blades as I blew your back out—you would think with how many times you hit me that you’d be this rough in bed. The trip is two weeks long. But don’t worry, I’m gonna make sure to call you and text you whenever I get the chance. And expect some gifts; Paris has a lot of cute shit I’m sure you’d love. Maybe you and I can plan to go sometime soon. We could visit the Louvre and the Champs-Élysées, get some rose shaped gelato I’ve seen you looking at on Instagram a couple of times and then I could fuck you at the end of the night in our hotel room while we look out at the Eiffel Tower. It would be perfect.” 

You gave him a small smile in attempts to hide how heavy your heart was knowing he was going to be away for what you felt like was going to be a long time. Although you wanted to be happy hearing that he planned on contacting you and buying you gifts, you couldn’t find it in yourself to give him a genuine smile or to act like nothing was wrong. You wanted to tell him how you felt. It was at the tip of your tongue, those three little words that could either make or break a relationship. 

You had a huge feeling it would be the reason why Mark decided he no longer wanted to continue your affair. That’s why you kept your mouth shut. You’d tell yourself that you would give up on him completely if he told you that he felt nothing for you, or that even if he did harbor any feelings for you, you weren’t worth leaving his girlfriend and losing one of his top clients for. You were just a convenient fuck y/n, get over it. 

“What’s wrong baby? Why are you tearing up? Did I hurt you? Fuck y/n I’m so sorry—“ Yes he hurt you, but not in the way he probably thought he did. The pleasurable soreness in between your thighs was a pain you enjoyed; a pain you could endure. The pain in your heart however was something was was causing you to slowly fall apart. 

“I’m fine Mark, I think I’m just tired. Are you gonna leave now? Should I walk you to the door—“ He released a soft sigh and furrowed his brows; something you weren’t quite used to. 

“Trying to get rid of me so soon y/n? I um—I was actually planning on staying the night tonight but I can leave if you want me to.” It was rare for Mark to stay the night once the two of you were finished having sex, but you loved it whenever he did end up sleeping over. 

There were a few times he actually stayed for or even made you breakfast and when his girlfriend went on business trips, he’d spend the entirety of her absence at your place. You found yourself questioning the status of your relationship countless times. It took you months to come to the realization, but you couldn’t help but feel as if you were no longer just a fuck to Mark and the minute you accepted the fact that you were in love with him, you knew you wouldn’t have any romantic feelings for him if he didn’t give you a reason to. 

He knew exactly what he was doing whenever he would send you memes or videos he found funny. Or when the two of you had to stay back to work on a project and actually focus on the project, he would constantly ask how you were doing, if you were thirsty or hungry and if you needed a break. 

When you had a problem at work, he’d send you kind-hearted and supportive messages to raise your spirits and secretly bought you sweets from the coffee shop downstairs. Every time the two of you were apart, whether it was because he was on a business trip you couldn’t tag along on or you went home to visit family, he would always call you and text you because he claimed “your voice was extremely soothing” and “made him feel at ease.” 

You didn’t think there was a chance that he loved you, but you were confident he cared about you and held some kind of feelings for you. Feeling him wipe the few tears that fell from your cheek caused butterflies fill up your tummy. Why did he have to do such intimate and romantic things to you only to leave you and return back home to the arms of another? 

“No, no—you can stay. I’m just never used to you staying the night. I’d be lying if I said I don’t enjoy going to bed with you in my arms. I‘m fond of your company and I sleep better whenever you’re here. Plus, you are leaving me for two weeks, so I have to make the most of the time I have with you.” 

This was the first time you were admitting things you felt was considered taboo in your affair with Mark. Why were you acting so clingy? He’s been away on business trips many times, but this was the first time he was going away with her. You weren’t sure of how they acted together behind close doors, but you did witness the look of boredom on his face whenever she would call to talk to him. There was one time where you and Mark luckily had just finished a quickie in one of the storage rooms and returned back to his office where she was already waiting for him. 

You pretended you were there to work together with Mark on a proposal and thankfully she bought it and didn’t question your disheveled look. You could tell she wanted to be alone with Mark, but she didn’t ask you to leave. It wasn’t like Mark was going to allow you to anyway. When you stood up and excused yourself in order to give them their privacy, he stopped you completely and told you that she wasn’t going to be there for long. He didn’t look at her the way most boyfriends would look at their girlfriends; nor did he really react whenever she would kiss or hug him. 

You were sure he kissed you as if it was his life duty to do. He hugged you as if he would lose you if he were to let go and you’ve caught him looking at you in what you assumed was adoration and admiration a few times. Why couldn’t he come with a legitimate reason to want to break up with her? He had many successful clients, why was it so important to continue his partnership with her father? Unfortunately, you’ve heard him tell her he loved her but his “I love you’s” always sounded so insincere; as if he was only saying it to impress her. You didn’t think much of your words, but after he went silent for a couple of minutes, you knew you fucked up. 

As you were right about to try and explain your sudden confessions, he cupped your cheek with the palm of his hand and lightly placed his lips against yours. This kiss was different than most of them. The word gentle and delicate weren’t in his dictionary. His kisses were always so needy, so passionate and full of electricity. No matter how many times Mark has kissed you, you’d melt in to a puddle every single time. 

This kiss in particular was not one you were all too familiar with. It’s as if he was hesitant, or scared even to deepen the kiss. For someone who was drilling in to you like a bunny rabbit over an hour ago, this was new territory for you. He continued to kiss you so gentle and feather-like while bringing his other hand up to your neck. 

The longer the two of you made out for, the more it hurt thinking about being away from him. When you felt his growing erection up against your thigh, that’s when you decided to pull away; you weren’t physically prepared for an eighth round even if you were craving him yet again earning yourself such a cute groan of disappointment. It surprised you when he placed his forehead against yours and pressed a soft kiss on your nose, but you weren’t complaining. 

“I hate—having to leave—you. I wish I could stay over more often—I just—I don’t want to look suspicious—I know. I’m so fucking hypocritical and if I’m being honest, the thought of being away from you even if it’s just for a short amount of time fucking sucks y/n. I really like staying up and talking to you after we make love and I’ve never told you this, but you make me feel safe. You make me really happy y/n and I just want you to know that you mean a lot to me. I’m thankful for all that you’ve done for me and continue to do for me. I’m really lucky to have you in my life. Y/n, I really shouldn’t say this but I—“ 

Hearing the ringtone sound off made your skin crawl. You didn’t even need to look at his phone to know who was calling. It was in his facial expression and the way he threw his head forward in to your chest before groaning. It’s as if she knew he was with someone and that he was on the verge of telling you his true feelings for you. You were so close to screaming out of frustration and wanted to pick his phone up before he could and throw it at the wall. But you didn’t want him knowing of your feelings. Shit would hit the fan as soon as you were to act on them. 

You could tell he didn’t want to answer it; he let the phone ring while leaving sloppy kisses across of your chest. Your hands absentmindedly made their way in to his hair as he continued to show love to your breasts, nipping and sucking gently on your hardened peaks. The vibration of his soft laughter against your nipples made you stifle back a giggle yourself. Mark never failed to make you laugh at the most inconvenient times but that was one of the things you loved about him so much. He brought one of your breasts in to his mouth while massaging the other one with his palm and began twisting your sensitive nub earning himself a breathy moan. 

You selfishly allowed him to continue; breast play was one of your favorite types of foreplay during sex and Mark was very vocal about how obsessed he was with your breasts and how much he enjoyed loving on them. To your dismay, his phone began to ring a second time. You wanted him to ignore it and with the way he continued to fondled your mounds, you knew he was planning on doing so himself. However, the guilt was eating away at you. It wasn’t the first time she called during one of your love making sessions. 

One time she was right outside his office waiting for him to come back from what she thought was a meeting. Little did she know he was right inside his office with his hands gripping and kneading on your ass as he guided you up and down his cock in a quick manner. You felt bad for her. If it were you, and your boyfriend was having an affair with his receptionist right under your nose, you would be devastated. So why did you feel no remorse the longer you continued fooling around with her boyfriend? 

Was it because it wasn’t you who was being made a fool of? It wasn’t you calling to see where he was at two in the morning, it wasn’t you waiting patiently outside of his office to go and get lunch with him while he was pounding himself in to another girl. But you also weren’t the one he was taking to Paris for her birthday. You weren’t the one he introduced to his family as his girlfriend. You weren’t the one he bought a puppy for because she had always wanted one nor were you the girl who had his promise ring around her neck and maybe that was your karma. You would never be his. 

One day, they would settle down and get married and you would be nothing but just a brief lapse of judgment; an honest mistake Mark made with his other head. Even if they didn’t end up together, he would find someone else. Someone who’s father was extremely rich and successful and could help in supporting Mark’s company. You were just a mere receptionist. You weren’t anything special. As much as you didn’t want to think about it, you knew that one day he would get tired of you and end up leaving you in the dust. 

“M—Mark—maybe you should—mmm—answer the phone. It might be important.” He let out a frustrated grunt and playfully brought your nipple in between his teeth before releasing your breast from his mouth and placing a quick kiss on the corner of your mouth. 

“Hello? Everything alright? Oh I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you—I needed to stay back here at the office and go over a couple of contracts and proposals before we leave tomorrow. You called me ten times already? Shit sorry—my phone was in my briefcase. Yeah I’ll be coming home soon. All my stuff is packed anyway—alright—get some rest. See you soon. Love—love you too. Bye.” You weren’t ready to hear that four letter word fall from his lips even if you knew it was coming. 

He was with his girlfriend for quite some time now, it was only natural for them to say it to each other. But you knew Mark didn’t love her. Not only did he show disinterest in her when you’d watch them interact, but he wouldn’t have allowed your affair to continue if he really did love her. The thought of cheating on her, breaking her trust and hurting her would have bothered him; but it didn’t. He continued to fool around with you; continued to love on your body, continued to sneak out of his place to be with you. Why was he continuing to lie to her, to himself and pretend that he genuinely cared about her? You felt yourself tensing up at his sweet words, words that weren’t being used towards you. 

Why did you let things get this far between you and Mark? It was inevitable to gain feelings for him and you were aware that your affair was dangerous. He got exactly what he wanted from both you and his girlfriend; it was an ideal situation for him but for you, you were sure it was going to tear you apart. When you looked up at him, it was obvious that he knew hearing him tell her he loved her had some type of effect on you. He looked at you with such sadness and a hint of what you thought was remorse. 

“Baby—“ You shook your head; not wanting to hear what he had to say. The question of what he was about to say earlier was at the tip of your tongue, but you didn’t want to make matters worse and stayed silent. 

“You should go Mark, you gotta be up here pretty soon. We don’t want her going out to look for you.” Before he could do anything else and end up making things even harder for you, you got up and made your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up a bit and to take a breather. A laugh of disbelief fell from your lips when you took a look at yourself. Your hair was messy, your cheeks were pink and you had bruises all along your body. When you began washing your face and brushing your teeth, you heard the bathroom door creek open and you felt him before you saw him. He wrapped his arms lazily around your waist and placed his chin on your shoulder. 

“After you’re done, can I hold you for a couple of minutes?” You should have said no, but you found yourself leaning in to his chest and nodding against his neck. Two weeks without Mark was going to be hell, you just knew it. And it wasn’t just the sex you were going to miss, you’d miss the intimacy, you’d miss holding him and being held by him. His contagious laughter and breathtaking smile. You were going to miss the way he’d comfort you when things were hard at work and his reassuring words that you were doing the best you could. You were going to miss him. 

He placed a gentle kiss on the juncture of your neck and giggled at the many hickeys he left a few hours prior. His scent was strong; you always loved his cologne and you were sure you probably smelt like him. But there was a hint of your vanilla perfume on his chest and it made you wonder, did she not hug him? Did she not kiss him or did they not lie close together in bed for her to smell your scent on him? She had to know there was someone else. If she had any idea, she was probably just allowing him to continue his affair because of the love she had for him. 

The second you finished brushing your teeth and putting on moisturizer, Mark threw you over his shoulder and playfully slapped your butt before bringing you back in to your room and roughly throwing you on your bed. 

“You’re so beautiful y/n, I can never get enough of looking at you. I’ll try my best to contact you and send you pictures and promise me you’ll do the same please? I expect three nudes a day. And try not to pleasure yourself while I’m gone. We all know only I can get you to go crazy with just my tongue alone. I’ll probably end up flying back home as soon as we land. We’ve been away from each other on many occasions, I don’t know why I’m having such a hard time leaving you right now. Kiss me baby.” 

The two of you made out for a couple of moments; it started off rough and passionate, the need to touch each other was constant and every time he tried to pull away, you’d reconnect your lips together. He left a few more gentle pecks on your lips before looking around your room for his clothes that had to be somewhere on your floor from when you practically ripped it off of him earlier. A mischievous smirk rose on his face when he saw your panty on the ground and he picked it up, placing it in his back pocket. 

He sent you a wink and whispered that it was for safe keeping to which you laughed at. You decided to walk him to the door and you could feel tears building up knowing that he was actually leaving and you couldn’t stop the voice in the back of your mind telling you that this might be your last time together. For all you knew, two weeks were enough for him to actually develop feelings for her; to actually return the love she had for him. If he spent enough time alone with her, he could come to the conclusion that he was content with just being with her and that he no longer needed you. 

He pulled you tightly against his chest all the while leaving gentle kisses in your hair. With one more long, sloppy kiss on your lips, he was gone. You decided to mope around for the rest of the day, staying in bed and taking as much of the warmth and his scent left on his side of the bed while watching sad love movies on Netflix and only going to the bathroom if you really needed to. The rest of the week passed by extremely slowly. Worked seemed as if it went on for hours. You were so tempted to go in to his office but you forgot he wasn’t there. 

While he was away, he tried his best to contact you in any way possible whether it was text, or sneaking away to the bathroom in the early hours of the morning to face time you. But the two of you had a few obstacles in the way. First came the time distance, if it was morning in Paris, it was night time in California and he would go to bed right as you were heading to work. It only got more and more difficult for you as the days went by. 

I wonder what she thinks of me when she sees that mark On your neck, oh, no, I didn't mean to got that far I wonder what she thinks of me when she sees my name On your phone screen, you drop everything just for me

You know behind the scenes you tell me everything I know you don't forget how much you needed me? And while you do enjoy Paris, your loving is careless But it's not ever with me

Unfortunately, only a week after he left, you woke up with the most excruciating pain in your left abdomen. You quickly assumed that it was just period cramps, but never were your period cramps this painful before. You went in to work as if nothing was wrong, you accomplished everything that Mark had scheduled for you to do while he was away; but the pain was still there and only two hours in to your shift, you passed out on your desk. 

When you woke up in the hospital with multiple tubes in your arm, you were confused and waited patiently for a nurse to come in. Looking at your phone to see what time it was, you noticed the few messages Mark sent to you and your heart warmed at the notifications, but you didn’t have enough energy to see what he said nor did you feel like responding. Just a few minutes after waking up, the on-call doctor came in to explain to you exactly what had happen to you and to see how you were doing. 

Hearing that you were not only dehydrated but malnourished didn’t surprise you. You had no appetite whatsoever and you felt pathetic since a lot of it had to do with Mark’s absence. You couldn’t eat nor sleep knowing the many possibilities that could happen during their trip and the lack of hearing from him took up the entirety of your thinking. The doctor also informed you that your water deficiency caused you to develop a kidney stone. That’s what was causing you so much pain. 

Right after your doctor left, the nurse told you that you could either get it surgically removed but that you would have to stay at the hospital for two more days or you could go home and wait for it to come out naturally, but there was a 50% chance you would need assistance so you decided to go with the first option. Since they had to prep you for surgery, you had to go one day without eating and the amount of medication they were giving you on an empty stomach caused you to go in and out of slumber. 

For the first night of your stay in the hospital, you asked one of the nurses to inform your workplace that you would be out for a few days in which she told you that they already gave you the rest of the week off to heal. You were so focused on resting and trying to get the stone out that you failed to notice the many messages you were receiving from Mark. Although he was on a trip, HR left him a voicemail that you passed out at work because they could be liable for your collapsing if you decided to try and get worker’s compensation. 

To say Mark was worried was an understatement. His mind was filled with the thought of you even more than it already was. Sure he was already missing you and counting down the days till he returned back to you, but now his mind went to your physical well-being and he couldn’t stay on a trip meant for celebration knowing that you were suffering all alone in the hospital. Not hearing from you was quickly driving him insane. Were you okay? How much pain were you in? Why were you not able to respond to him? He couldn’t help but think that something bad had happened to you; which is why he found himself giving his girlfriend an empty apology while telling her that something terrible happened back at work that he needed tending to. 

He didn’t even care if she was going to return back with him, the only person he cared about in that moment was you. As soon as he packed everything in his bags, he was right about to storm out the door when his girlfriend arrived to their hotel. He attempted to reach for her to pull her in to his embrace, but she did the unthinkable and placed her hand out in front of her to prevent him from touching her. 

“Y/n—you’ve been having an affair with y/n haven’t you? Be honest with me. You can try and lie to me all you want Mark I already know the truth. I’ve actually known for a while now, but I didn’t want to say anything until I gathered up all the information to prove your infidelity. I had a gut feeling you were cheating on me the longer you stayed back in the office. You used to continue your work at our apartment, but then you started staying back and I realized it was right after she started working there. Then there were the phone calls in the early hours of the morning; I understand that as a businessman, you have clients all around the world with a huge time difference. However, I don’t think you call any of your clients baby nor do I think you would tell them that you couldn’t wait to hold them again.” 

For someone who had known that their significant other has been unfaithful, she was extremely calm which worried Mark. He knew that she was going to find out sooner or later and he knew there were consequences to his actions, but he didn’t know what she was capable of. He was scared that if she were to tell her father, he would do whatever he could to take down Mark’s company; the company his parents worked so hard on to start. All because he was in love with someone else—wait, what? 

“You’re not exactly all that secretive either. The love bites, the scratches on your neck, the bruises; you and I haven’t been intimate in months so I already knew you were seeing someone else. I should have known it was y/n. CEO’s are notorious for sleeping with their secretaries since they’re constantly around each other and I see the way she looks at you with so much admiration and dare I say it—love. She looks at you like you’re the most amazing human being—the way I wish you would look at me. I’m sure if I were to catch you looking at her, you’d have that same exact gaze. As much as I didn’t want to, I snooped around your phone yesterday and read a few of your messages, that’s when I knew she was more to you than most receptionists. I don’t—I don’t know what to say. I really don’t know how to respond to this. Sure I’m angry, but I can’t hate you no matter how much I want to. I can’t force you to stay in a relationship you’re no longer invested in. I still don’t understand why you continued to stay with me. You should’ve left the minute you began fooling around with her.” 

As he saw the tears building up in his eyes, his heart hurt for her. She didn’t deserve this. She was a very kind and warm-hearted person. She did things for Mark without hesitation or complaining. He was always his main priority and all she wanted was him to be happy; specifically with her. She was right. Why did he allow himself to continue lying to her and taking advantage of her trust knowing he no longer felt anything towards her? How could he allow her to continue giving him the world on a silver platter knowing he was doing that for you? 

“I wanted to confront you once I came to the conclusion that you were cheating on me but I was so scared to lose you. I prayed and prayed that you would one day find it in yourself to stop your affair and to find love again with me but look Mark—you don’t even have to say what happened at work I know it has to deal with her. You love her. As soon as you got the message you’ve been so worried and so antsy it gave me anxiety. If it was another one of your employees, you wouldn’t have given two shits but because it’s y/n, you’re willing to leave our trip to go be with her. I bet you wish it was her that you were here with, not me. Go Mark, I can’t continue staying in this relationship anymore knowing where your heart lies. I hope she makes you happy. I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you.” 

It wasn’t that he didn’t care for her; the two of them knew each other for years and he did love her for a little while until you came in to the picture. When Mark first hired you, he found himself stealing looks from you every now and then. He’s seen and worked with many pretty women before, but there was something unique about your beauty that captivated him in ways nobody, not even his girlfriend has ever done before. The longer he worked with you for, he learned how hard working and dedicated you were and he admired how you were willing to do anything and everything he asked of you. 

Mark knew he was fucked when he started craving your presence when you had a day off or once you left the office. He’d find himself wanting to learn more about you and wanted to text you and call you for reasons outside of work. He should’ve ended it with his girlfriend the minute he found himself looking at you in ways that a man in a relationship shouldn’t look at someone else. 

He should’ve thought about leaving her when he pictured making love to you every time they were intimate. When he’d go on trips and see little trinkets, he no longer thought about buying them for her; he bought them with you in mind. For weeks, he tried to convince himself that he just enjoyed what a wonderful employee you were, not that he had any sort of feelings for you. But as soon as he roughly pushed all the papers off of his desk to lay you on top and rearrange your guts, it was in that moment Mark accepted that what he felt for you went beyond just appreciating how you were as an employee. 

He was in shock with how she was acting towards the entire situation. He expected her to yell, to scream, to cry and instill any type of pain on him yet all he got was silence and he didn’t know what was worse. Honestly, he would rather have her be angry with him than to have the silence and tension filling the air. A part of him wanted to reach out to her, to apologize for being such an awful boyfriend and that she deserved better, but nothing came out. When he came to the conclusion that he should just let things end the way the were, he took his things and left the hotel room, calling a taxi before sitting down in the lobby. 

Mark was aware that he was handling this all wrong and he hated that he felt no remorse, but it was probably because he no longer held any feelings for her anymore and he just couldn’t stop thinking about you. Deep in his gut, Mark had a feeling that his now ex-girlfriend was going to tell her father everything in hopes of ruining their company’s relationship, but then again she didn’t seem to be the type to do such a thing or so he could only hope. Her words began to replay over and over in his head. 

You love her. You’re willing to drop everything to go and be with her. Mark knew he was in love with you. He’s known it for quite some time and he found himself contemplating on telling you how he felt on many occasions, but he knew he couldn’t have done that. Not only was he in a relationship, but he didn’t know where your heart lied. For all he knew, you were only having sex with him to please him because he was your boss. However, he knew that wasn’t true. He also couldn’t force you to reciprocate his same feelings knowing that there was no way the two of you could be together. 

Mark knew he was in love with you when your love making sessions turned in to him staying over and learning how to make blueberry pancakes because it was one of your favorite breakfast items. He knew he was in love with you when he took you to Japan for a conference once and saw you help carry groceries for an older man who looked as if he was struggling. He knew he was in love with you when he found out good news and wanted you to be the first person to know. He knew he was in love with you when his parents asked how his girlfriend was doing and his thoughts wandered to you instead. 

When he got the message that you had fainted, his heart sank to his chest and he felt like he was about to throw up. It was a feeling that he’s never felt before. Sure, there were times in his relationship where his girlfriend would get a cold or the flu and he would try and help her in any way possible, but he never felt worried for her the way he was practically suffering at the idea of you in the hospital. He was in one of the most beautiful cities in the entire world and he wanted nothing more than to fly back home to be with you and to nurse you back to health. 

Actually, the night before he left, he decided he was going to tell you exactly how he felt about you and the L word was about to fall from his lips until his girlfriend called. Whenever he would tell her he loved her, it felt like such a chore and he would only say it so that she wouldn’t get suspicious if he didn’t but when it came to you, he’d find himself accidentally slipping sometimes because he did genuinely love you and he wanted to know it. The hour before your surgery, your nurse explained to you everything that was going to go down and what the aftercare for patients who had kidney stones were like. 

Everything she said went through one ear and out the other. You just couldn’t wait to get out of there. Hospitals were your least favorite place to be; even more so because you were alone. An hour later, you were being prepped for surgery and they had brought you in to an extremely bright room. The nurse put some tubes inside of your mouth which were filled with anesthesia and notified you that you would fall in to a deep sleep for a few hours while the urologist took out the kidney stone. 

When you woke up three hours later, you were informed that the stone was successfully taken out and that they inserted a stint in your uterus that you had to leave in there for a few days to help restore your kidneys. You were in so much pain and even if you were asleep for over three hours, you wanted to go back to bed. You felt your eyes getting droopy and the nurse who was bringing you back to your room giggled at how tired you were. 

“Oh y/n, your boyfriend is here. He’s very handsome and he looks so professional. Poor thing looks so worried though. It’s like he hasn’t slept in days.” With all the strength you had, you looked up at her in confusion. Boyfriend? You didn’t have a boyfriend. The only person she could be referring to was Mark because he was the only man in your life at the moment and he was away in Paris probably having the time of his life with his girlfriend. However, when the nurse had you stand up from off of the wheelchair and helped you walk in to your room, the figure slumped on the chair near your bed quickly caught your attention and made your heart sore. 

What was he doing there? He still had one week left of his trip, or what you assumed. Since being administered in to the hospital, you had no clue what day it was. When Mark heard the door open, he quickly lifted his head and wasted no time farting over to where you and the nurse were. He didn’t even let the two of you walk to steps before he picked you up bridal style and carried you over to the bed. 

“Wow what a gentleman. This one is a keeper y/n. I’m sure he’ll take amazing care of you once you’re out of here. Don’t hesitate to buzz us if you need anything but if I’m being honest, I’m sure everything you need is in this room. It was nice meeting you Mark sweetheart.” Once the older lady left the room, you looked at his crestfallen expression and immediately brought your hand up to cup his cheek. 

“What are you doing here Mark? Your trip—“ he gave you a sad smile and placed a gentle peck on your lips. God, you missed the beautiful man in front of you. 

“My silly girl, you had me worried. When I got the call that you were in the hospital, I went insane. I jumped on the first flight back and came straight here as soon as I landed. You weren’t answering any of my calls or texts so I just assumed the worst and nobody at the company seemed to know exactly how you were doing so I took matters in my own hands. Are you alright? How are you feeling? The nurse said you got a kidney stone from dehydration. I’m gone for one week and you forget how to take care of yourself. I uh—there’s something I have to tell you. Quite a few things actually. But give me a couple of moments to really take you all in. I’ve missed you, so much and to hear that something happened to you made me sick to my stomach. Scoot over, I want to hold you.” 

You looked at him in awe. Did he just admit to leaving Paris just to check up on you? He put his entire trip on hold to come and make sure you were okay. You couldn’t process the information but it did make you scream internally at the idea. After making room for him on the bed, he pulled you up against his chest and began running his fingers through your hair. Was this really happening? You had to be dreaming. What exactly was in that gas that they gave you to fall asleep? When he noticed the look of curiosity on your face, he let out a snicker and left a kiss on your forehead. 

“She broke up with me. We were at dinner when I got the call and I rushed back to the hotel with intentions of returning home. I explained to her that somebody collapsed at work and that I needed to take care of it but I didn’t say who. However, right as I was about to leave, she stopped me and that’s when everything came out. She’s known for months that I’ve been having an affair, she just didn’t know how to approach me about it and I guess she wanted proof before accusing me. She’s seen our messages, the hickeys, the scratches on my back, found a few of your things in my bag and apparently there was lipstick on my collar one night after I came back from your place. She took it quite well. I actually expected her to throw things at me, hit me or scream at me but she didn’t do anything. I’m sure she’s probably upset about it and I’ll probably pay for my mistakes later on, but it was worth it—you, you are worth it.” 

He brought his thumb up to your cheek and began drawing circles against it to help calm him down. But if anything, the skin ship was adding to his anxiety of how you were going to react to his love confession. 

“I know I probably sound like a complete asshole, and what I’ve been doing to her is wrong. Hell, what I’ve been doing to you too was just as bad and I’m sorry y/n. I’ve been taking advantage of you for these last couple of months and I’m sorry. I’m sure it was hard for you, having to be with someone that was already in a relationship and I don’t know how you feel about me or our affair, but I want you to know that you mean everything to me. I am in love with you y/n. I have been for a while now; longer than I’d like to admit actually. It was never just sex to me. I liked you from the day I met you. You radiate this bright and bubbly energy, you’re always there for me whether it be for work or for personal reasons, you made me smile for the smallest reasons and whenever things got tough for me, the thought of you made everything better. You’ve captivated my heart in ways that I didn’t think were possible. For years, I felt like something was missing in my life. I didn’t know what it was, even after I got in to my relationship I still felt so empty. The day you came in for your interview with that breathtaking smile of yours, I knew that you were going to be someone special in my life.” 

You were sure if you were to see yourself, you’d probably be as red as a tomato. Each and every one of his words filled your stomach with butterflies. This man left Paris to make sure you were okay, what more could you have asked for? 

“By the way, I’m taking you to Paris once you’re completely healed. Don’t get me wrong, it was extremely beautiful and the food was amazing, but my experience there was shit because I wasn’t there with you. Oh, and please don’t feel like you have to reciprocate my feelings—I really don’t deserve it—I don’t deserve you. At all. You’re a wonderful person y/n. Honestly the most ethereal being I have ever met. I want to be with you, I want you for as long as time permits me to. As long as you’ll allow me to. I know it’s a lot to take in and if I’m being honest, I only prepared this speech on my way here from the airport, but every word I’m saying is sincere. My feelings for you is sincere and the love I have for you, I can’t even describe it. I feel like I’m being consumed by the ocean and that I’m drowning but I don’t want to stop.” 

You didn’t know how to respond to all of that. You wanted him to know that you felt the same exact way. That you were upset with how things turned out between him and his girlfriend but that you were excited to see how things were going to end up between the two of you. Not once in your affair did Mark force you in to doing things you didn’t want to, nor did he make you feel like shit for what you were doing with him. Mark was your home. He meant just as much to you as he claimed you did with him. With all the strength you had, you flipped both of your bodies so that you were straddling his lap and smashed your lips against his all but gently. 

You wanted him to feel the immense amount of passion that you felt for him before explaining yourself. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss before pulling away to catch your breath. It was going to take some getting used to since you were his secret lover, but you wanted him completely and you were going to allow your relationship to bloom without any worries or regrets. 

“I love you too. So much Mark. I’ll admit, I didn’t want to get involved with you in the beginning only because I hate home-wreckers. I hate cheaters and mistresses and I hate people who stay in relationships and claim to love their significant other only to cheat on them behind their back. The first time should’ve been the last time but I’m really glad it wasn’t. I never thought I was good enough for you, so I pushed the thought of being with you to the back of my mind. You’re a CEO of a very prestigious technology company Mark. I’m just a receptionist. I heard about your girlfriend a week after getting hired and I didn’t think much about it. You were just my boss, I never looked at you in a romantic light until that fateful night we spent together. I let go of all my beliefs and my sanity and I was selfish for allowing us to continue knowing you had a girlfriend. The guilt ate at me each and every time she came in to the office knowing I was fucking her boyfriend behind her back.” He giggled at your choice of words while rubbing your lower back. 

“I just—I couldn’t help myself. I know it was selfish but I loved being around you. I loved spending as much time with you that I possibly could. I wanted to be there for you; for every up and down; every trial and triumph. I wanted to be the one you’d run to when things got rough. I wanted to call you whenever I was feeling down and just needed someone to talk to. And don’t even get me started on how much I love kissing you and how badly I wanted to kiss you while we were working knowing I’m not able to do so unless we’re behind close doors. When you confided in me that first time, I was overwhelmed with excitement. It meant that you trusted me enough with your demons and the problems that no one knew about. I think I realized I was in love with you when I wanted to be yours. My family and my friends would ask me about my relationship status whenever we’d talk and I had to stop myself from telling them about you because you weren’t mine to claim or flaunt off. Even when she would come to the office, it took every bone in my body not to walk up to the two of you and kiss you in front of her so that she knew she wasn’t the only one. God, I sound like such a pathetic bitch and it’s all because of you asshole.” 

His laughter immediately filled the room and he playfully pinched your cheek before motioning you to continue. “I’m sorry for not responding back to you and since we’re putting everything out there, you’re the reason why I’m in the hospital right now. Before you say anything—I couldn’t do anything while you were away because not only did I miss you so much, but the idea of the two of you alone made my skin crawl. The image of you fucking her replayed over and over in my mind and practically drove me to the brink of insanity. So I was barely eating and drinking any liquids which led to exhaustion, malnutrition and my fucking kidney stone. I hope you never question the love I have for you. If only you knew exactly what I had to go through during my four days here. I love you Mark and I would love to be yours.” 

He grinned widely at you and pulled you down against his chest so that your bodies were smashed together and connected your lips together. You could get used to being the lucky girl who got to love the devastatingly handsome man in front of you. To your dismay, you felt him pulling away from your embrace but before the whine could fall from your mouth, he placed his finger against your lips to prevent you from saying anything. 

“Do you know how long they want you to rest your lower region for? I’d like to make love to my beautiful girlfriend without the risk of breaking something—what? ONE WEEK WITHOUT SEX WAS TORTURE Y/N. Oh, and I’ve never touched her more than once since you and I started seeing each other. There was one drunken night but that was a mistake and I pictured you the entire time. Now, are you going to ask your doctor when we can fuck again or should I? Don’t give me that look baby you’re forever stuck with me.”

So tell me, tell me, baby, I know this crazy You've done this before, so who are you to judge me, me? It's never wrong when you're in loveTell me, tell me, baby, I know this dangerous You've done this before, so who are you to judge me, me? It's never wrong when you're in, you're in love

Love

Tell me, tell me, baby, I know this dangerous You've done this before, so who are you to judge me, me? It's never wrong when you're in, you're in loveIt's never wrong when it feels right I'll hold you close and pretend you're mine I'll be the sun against your skin I'll be there when she's not listening

You can call me crazy, boy Oh yeah, we'll both be crazy, boy Tell me you love me, 'cause I just wanna be your baby Well, that's the price I gotta pay I wonder what she thinks of me