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literaila · 2 months

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moving in

gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary: today’s the day

warnings: literally nothing so short it makes me want to cry

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year three

“you know that you’re supposed to be helping, right?”

your hands are sore from lugging bags in for the past hour. you feel a bit out of it—with this change, the shift in atmosphere.

and still, satoru doesn’t seem to care. he’s been sitting there for thirty minutes, watching you and the kids lug your things into the house.

(so maybe he’s finally convinced you. and maybe you’re settling into his guest room, ready to be a part of this daily life—this satoru-filled house. maybe it’s moving day, and you’re not even worried about it).

his feet are up on the couch, hands behind his head as he smiles idly. “i’m watching to make sure that you’re all doing it right.”

his voice echoes in the large room. a part of you is angry at him, and another part is amused. how you let him convince you of this, you’re not sure.

you would cross your arms, were it not for the box occupying them. “because there’s an incorrect way to carry in boxes?”

“i think i heard megumi drop at least three.”

“and yet you’re still sitting there. not helping.”

“i told him it was fine,” satoru argues, his grinning voice evident. “you probably didn’t need whatever was in those.”

“get up.”

“i cant,” he groans, tilting his head back.

“you said you would help,” you remind him—because he swore to you when you settled on today for moving things. because you know that satoru is a liar, but it’s not like you’re not going to call him out for it.

his hand waves and you pretend not to pay attention to the veins you can see on his wrist.

“i am helping,” he tells you. “moral support is very important.”

“so is physical help.”

“if you want some help physically,” he smirks, “you only have to ask.”

“im going to move back out.”

he laughs, moving his feet off of the coffee table. “too late,” he tells you.

“c’mon, satoru. we’re almost done.”

“see? you don’t need me.”

“i’m going to take the kids out for sushi without you if you don’t get up.”

“you wouldn’t,” he pours, very seriously.

“try me.”

he groans but doesn’t move.

“get up,” you repeat.

satoru turns his head to the side, and then back to you. he whines. “but i hate moving. it makes me all sweaty, and my hair gets messed up, and i already showered today.”

you roll your eyes. “you smell anyway.”

“why couldn’t we just hire someone to do this?” he asks, for probably the fifth time today.

“um, because we’re not losers,” you retort. “there’s four of us. we’d probably already be done if someone had helped out.”

not that you have a lot to move in. back at school there wasn’t a ton of room for anything, and you’ve kept the habit of an empty living space since.

unlike satoru, who decorates like his life depends on it. who’s house feels more like a museum, cluttered and spacious.

“yeah, megumi,” satoru adds, as the boy lugs in another box, his face covered completely.

megumi lowers the box to his waist, shaking his head at satoru.

unlike satoru, both of the kids have been very helpful. they’re both excited to have you there—according to all three of them. it’s probably the reason you haven’t started looking for another apartment.

megumi frowns at the man, turning to you with deflated hair. his face is a bit flushed from running around. “is he getting old?” he asks you, very seriously.

“what?” satoru gasps.

“is that why he can’t move boxes?” megumi continues, and tsumiki creeps up behind him, looking towards the three of you. “he hasn’t done anything.”

you snort.

tsumiki pouts, looking between the two of you. “will it hurt him?”

“well, kids,” you say, evil grinning towards the senior man. “satoru just needs to take it easy. i mean, look at him. see how his hair is already starting to grey?”

“it’s white,” satoru pouts, gaping at you.

“yeah, i saw him pluck some of it in the mirror the other day,” tsumiki frowns at satoru.

“and those wrinkles,” you nod, sadly. “yeah, we better make sure he doesn’t overdo it. maybe we can take turns chewing his food and feeding it—“

“enough,” satoru says, up in an instant and stealing the box from megumi’s arms. his face is bland, annoyed. “i am the youth here.”

you laugh as he trudges down the hall, double the speed any of you have moved, and storms back outside to get another box.

the three of you watch this for a moment, and then you look to megumi, winking. “thanks.”

he gives you a private smile and then follows satoru to the truck, your hand on his back to lead him.

and then the three of you watch as satoru drops the box he’s trying to juggle, the distinct sound of glass breaking through the air.

“it’s fine!” he calls, and he’s definitely lying.

satoru wakes up in the morning all alone.

actually, it’s not like it’s that unusual. except that megumi is usually flicking him awake, or tsumiki is kissing his cheek and asking him how he slept.

he never sets an alarm anymore. why would he?

but this morning, he’s all alone when he wakes up, drool covering his pillow, neck sore from the weird way he slept.

there are no children disturbing his dream, no smell of burnt breakfast coming from the kitchen.

he wakes up alone, and immediately he’s searching for the children with his eyes.

he gets up out of bed, stretching briefly, before he walks to megumi’s room, not bothering to knock as he opens the door.

but there’s no little boy cuddled in the blankets.

so he moves to tsumiki’s room, right next door—sometimes he wakes up and they’re already fighting with each other, probably plotting his demise.

but her room is empty too.

so, in a last-ditch effort, satoru walks to his old guest room—now yours—and again, doesn’t knock as he creaks open the door.

and as soon as his eyes set sight on your bed, he wonders if he’s dreaming again.

there you are, cuddled with megumi and tsumiki on either side of you, chest rising and falling.

and, god. satoru cant believe you’re here. all of you.

he can’t believe he gets to keep this family—this home he’s created—for as long as he can.

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dontexpectmuch · 3 months

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hiii

can you do a oneshot of jude being clingy all day to the female reader?

thank uu

your limbs felt heavy, almost like you were tied down to your bed, your chest the only thing that’s moving as it moves up and down, deep breaths leaving your nose as you slowly but surely come back to your senses.

you try to open your eyes, the brightness of your room making it harder than it needed to be. taking a nap during the day was definitely one of your favorite activities, especially after a long university day. and though your room is already filled with warmth radiating from the heater, you feel almost uncomfortably hot.

that is when you realize another source of warmth behind you, chest moving against your back as he deeply breathes in and out. not only is your body being covered with his body heat, no, jude also has his arms wrapped around your head, kind of like a deadlock, your cheeks being squished between his biceps.

you want to enjoy it, really, but with the heating on, the blanket over your bodies and judes naturally warm body, you feel stuffy.

his grip around your head isn’t tight, you could easily slip away, which you try, though you feel his arms tightening around you, now his leg thrown over yours under the blanket.

you tap his arm, voice low as your throat feels dry, “jude.”

you hear him mumble something under his breath, meaning he was awake, though he wouldn’t let you go. instead, he nuzzles his cheek against the top of your head, his body pressing against your back even more.

you try again, “jude, please, it’s warm.”

“five minutes.” his deep voice sends shivers down your back, and if it wasn’t for the heat surrounding you and your bladder reminding you that it needs to be emptied, you’d happily comply.

so, you do what any person in your position would do, you bite his arm, hard.

“dude.” jude whines, removing his arms from your head and turning to lay on his back, nose scrunching and eyebrows furrowed.

you laugh at his your expression, pressing one last kiss on his bare chest before getting up, heading to the bathroom.

the sound of the pasta boiling in the pot next to you feels the kitchen, drowning your voice as you hum long a song that was stuck in your head all day long. though you decided to take a break, you can`t help but think about all the studying that needed to be done. your shoulders feel tense, your head is pounding from the mere thought of sitting in front of all those books and understanding all those theories from your professor.

only when jude rests his head on your shoulder, his strong arms around your waist and his body pressed against your back, you relax, sighing as you lean against his body, lazily stirring the sauce in the pan.

“lets cuddle.” his breath feels hot against your neck, goosebumps feathering your skin.

you turn your head to look at your boyfriends face, smile gracing your lips, “lemme finish this, babe, we can cuddle afterwards.”

jude groans, lightly bumping his head against yours, “wanna cuddle now, miss you.”

if it wasn’t for the water in the pot that was threatening to spill over, you would have given in. but you quickly step out of his hold, moving forward to stir the pasta in the pot.

“i will come as soon as i am finished, babe, `kay?”

“but i want you now, it`s so boring without you, babe.” jude moved his hand up to your neck, thumb drawing circles against your skin.

yo take his hand to press a kiss against bis knuckles, a subtle way to apologize, “food needs to finished first.”

“`m not that hungry anyway!”

“jude.”

“fine.”

“where are you goin`?” jude immediately sits up as he watches you get up from the couch, stretching your arms above your head. his eyes are wide, all the sleepiness he felt a minute ago vanished.

“gotta pee.” you chuckle at his behaviour, “and, uh, you?” your ezes follow him as he, too, gets up, blanket abandoned on the couch.

“let`s go.” is all he says, holding your cold hand in his warm one, guiding the two of you to the bathroom. you are at a loss for words as you watch him take a seat on the side of the bathtub, opening the lid of the toilet seat, signaling you to, well, do your business. with him. watching you (?)

you don`t know why, but you decide to wait a minute, hoping that he will get up and leave you alone to do your business, though it never happens.

“babe?” jude looks at you confused, “everything okay?”

you sigh, “well, uhm, i was waiting for you to get out, y`know?”

jude giggles, shaking his head, “c`mon, `t`s not like i`ve never seen you naked.”

you scoff, taking his hand to make him stand up before you push him out of the bathroom, “still, i wanna do this, eh, in private. go back to the couch, won`t take long.” you shut the door behind you, judes big eyes looking at you pleadingly being your last sight of him.

as soon as you`re done, you open the door, eyes landing on jude who seems to have stayed on the same spot, waiting for you.

you laugh, “babe, for real?”

he shrugs, his hand finding yours once more as you walk back to your living room, taking place under the blanket again, his arms now around your waist and your head on his warm chest.

“i missed you.” he sighs, his cheek resting against your head.

you decide to not comment on his weird behavior today, enjoying his presence, “i missed you, too.”

exams are a pain in the ass, hope u still like this one though it is a bit short.

good night. 🥹

#jude bellingham #football x reader #football one shot #jude bellingham x reader #x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham x you #football #jude bellingham fluff

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baldursgat3 · 6 months

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Well I was bored so I did what everyone does and wrote a 3.5k word fanfiction and made a brand new blog to post it on. So.

Anyway that thing that Gortash did to his parents was pretty fucked up right? Oh hey Ascended Astarion what are you doing here?

gn Tav, cw for some allusions to some non-con-ish stuff, haven't even done an ascended run yet but it's fine also spawn Tav

He so rarely called on his ability to compel you, but you felt the sensation begin to creep at the back of your mind. It felt like a spider climbing up your brain stem to weave it's web inside your skull. "Astarion, please don't-" "You are going to watch and listen. Do you understand? You are going to learn what is expected of you. And until you have, you will be obedient and silent. Am I clear, my darling?" "Yes, my love."

It was only supposed to be temporary - a punishment for having escaped yet again. It didn't matter that you had every intention of returning as soon as the sun began to poke over the horizon, you had still found yourself cornered in the streets by your darling. The look of anger in his eyes only dampened by his annoyance.

"It's like you don't even try to listen to me, dearest." He had hissed, crowding you back against a wall. "Tell me how I'm supposed to keep you safe when you insist on sneaking around and frolicking off to the worst parts of the city in the dead of night."

"I'm sorry." You dropped your gaze to the ground. "I just- get so bored sometimes…" Maybe if you blame yourself, your own poor impulse control, maybe that would satisfy him.

Instead he just laughed. A short, almost incredulous chuckle. "Oh, you're bored. I see, well of course that's all right then. By all means, throw yourself to the wolves then, my love. Since you're bored."

He grabbed your hands in his, muttering a quick spell, and you were home. You watched as he opened his eyes again and his shoulders relaxed. You were here and safe beside him again and he could breathe once more.

But still, "This was the fourth time in less than a month. What do I have to do to make you understand?" Astarion's grip on your hands tightened.

"You could just let me go…" You mumbled bitterly before you could think any better of it. The instant the words escaped your mouth you had regretted them.

His eyes darkened and he pulled you in closer. He brought one hand up to wrap around the back of your neck, holding you firmly in place. "We are not having this discussion again. You know you belong here."

"But if you would just let me out once in a while I wouldn't-"

"It only takes once, don't you get that?" He hissed, his fangs bared. "One person, just like me. Hiding in the shadows, waiting to strike. Do you understand how high profile you are? Do you not see other nobility out with their guards? They don't prowl the dingiest taverns they can find for good reason, my love."

"I can handle myself!" You snapped back. He was already angry, you were already screwed, how much worse could you possibly make it?

You watched countless emotions fly across his face before irritation settled. Truthfully, not the worst possibility. "I know that you're strong and capable. But it's been years since either of us have lived that kind of life. Those skills don't just stay sharp, you know that. You can hold your own against one, maybe two people. But what happens when you're surrounded? And you're alone, I don't know where you are, I can't help you. Do you not understand that I'm trying to protect you?" He spoke, almost as though he was trying to rationalize with a child.

In his defense you did huff like one. "So I'm meant to stay locked up here forever because you're afraid?" That was the wrong word to choose. The annoyed look fell into anger as he pulled you in even tighter.

"Yes." It was short and filled with a venom that shot a wave of fear down your spine. He so rarely called on his ability to compel you, but you felt the sensation begin to creep at the back of your mind. It felt like a spider climbing up your brain stem to weave it's web inside your skull.

"Astarion, please don't-"

"You are going to watch and listen. Do you understand? You are going to learn what is expected of you. And until you have, you will be obedient and silent. Am I clear, my darling?"

"Yes, my love." Were the words that came out of your mouth. They certainly weren't the ones you were intending, though. What do you mean? What are you talking about? What are you doing? All questions that were desperately trying to escape, but none came.

His face softened as he pulled his hand away from your neck to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear with a gentle smile. "There we are. I love you, you know? So much. I just… I don't know what I'd do without you."

~*~*~

For something you found so horrifying, Astarion was remarkably calm about what he'd done to you. "As irritating and, honestly, pathetic as he was, Gortash did manage to strike me with a touch of inspiration." He had explained as you helplessly smiled back at him.

"The magic he used against his parents was… clever, I'll say. It was terribly cruel of him to leave them like that, trapped in their own minds forever. You have to understand, that's not what I'm doing." He looked so sad, suddenly. He grabbed your hand in both of his and held tight and you felt your face drop to match his emotions.

"I love you. Please, trust me. You don't know this life like I do. You're so- so kind. So trusting and wonderful and lovely. And it's going to get you killed. This is only temporary. I can keep you safe like this while you learn what you need to. This life is politics and swindling and scheming. It's not heroics and good deeds. One day- one day I swear we'll go back but for now this is what must be done. Please just… just trust that I know what I'm doing. And that I love you."

You felt the cobwebs clear for a moment, brushed aside to give you a chance to speak again. He was giving you a choice, though you weren't entirely sure what either outcome was meant to be. You did trust him though, you loved him. And maybe he was right. You had no idea really what the life of this caliber was like. He had been of nobility his entire life. "I trust you."

You felt the cobwebs fill your head again as he smiled, so gently, so sweetly. So why did it make your stomach turn?

~*~*~

He never gave you any sort of timeline. You had expected it to take a few months though. He was training you, shaping you into the perfect little accessory to attach to his hip. It wasn't always horrible, especially at first when he would clear the cobwebs away at night to discuss how you were feeling and what you were learning.

It did feel a bit demeaning. He was your partner not your mother, after all. But you could tell how relaxed he was now that he wasn't worrying about you so much. And it was always easier to learn by doing, even if it wasn't technically you doing anything.

Still, you saw the way you responded to other nobles when they asked you things you had no clue about. Truthfully, you found yourself hoping Astarion might just do this for every big event you went to. The idea of trying to remember all of these names and titles and schemes was daunting. It'd be easier to keep him happy if he was practically speaking through you and it took a huge pressure off your shoulders.

It was when the people left that you began to have a problem. Even when it was just the two of you alone. He allowed the compulsion to drop less and less frequently. Some days you wondered if he'd forgotten it was there at all. You hated when he would spend his time talking with this fake perfect version of you.

Jealousy. It must be. And you felt so stupid for it too. It was still you, your voice and body. And, honestly, half the time the responses this fake you gave were the exact same ones you would've given anyway. So what did it matter so much?

It was frustrating not being able to control your own body. You missed being able to reach out and grab his hand whenever you wanted. There were a lot of things you missed. Most things, actually.

You missed kissing him. It's not that he didn't kiss you like this, or that you couldn't feel it. When he kissed you it just felt awful. Your stomach would churn and all you wanted to do was pull away. You honestly didn't even feel that terrible the time he had forgotten you were in there while you had sex. (Something he had apologized for profusely, long after you'd forgiven him.)

But the kisses were so tender and sweet and they were for someone who wasn't you. It was this fake you that he made for himself and you just couldn't stand it. Next time he dusted you off, you had made up your mind to ask him to stop.

If only you'd made that decision a touch sooner. It had already been over a week since you were last freed from your compulsion. As the days ticked by, you grew less and less confident that you would get the chance to ask.

It has been months already. You weren't entirely sure, but it must've been closing in on a year since he'd first started this project. It didn't feel like it but it was winter again so it must've been.

You kept hoping, every night when you went to bed you silently begged Astarion to hear you again, to let you out of your mind. He never seemed to hear you. Instead he would pepper you in kisses and speak to you like nothing was different.

Weeks turned to months. Every day that went by without being in control of your own body was beginning to take a toll on your mind.

Astarion's touch became less and less welcome until you wanted to shriek and tear at your own skin every time you felt him near you. You screamed and begged and agonized, hoping that if you could just yell loud enough maybe he would hear you.

He had forgotten about you. You became more and more certain with every evening spent on your back for him now. The first time he'd used you like that he was devastated. The idea that he'd had a change of heart was somehow even more crushing than being forgotten. You couldn't entertain that idea.

It made more sense that he'd forgotten you anyway. It had been so long, he'd gotten so used to you like this. He couldn't hear you screaming and thrashing inside your head. And when you were alone, he truly hadn't changed that much about you. Perhaps some of the comments you made were a touch closer to something he would say, but that really only served to push the real you further from his mind.

You had to accept it. You were trapped in your own mind, helpless against the man you adored. You were angry and frightened and so, so desperate to be free. It ached in your chest every time words that weren't yours escaped your lips. You raged every time you felt his touch on your skin. His kiss left you longing to tear out your hair and shriek until your throat burned.

You were truly, utterly helpless.

~*~*~

It was summer now. You were pretty sure, anyway. It was a bit hard to tell exactly when spring ended and summer began when you never saw the sun.

Astarion was hosting a rather large event that evening. You weren't entirely sure what it was for or why. You had stopped bothering to pay attention to these things once you realized it was no longer about learning how to engage with high brow politics. The you that had control would handle it anyway.

You were dressed in a lovely ball gown, a favorite of Astarion's. He liked the wide hoop skirt, it kept people from getting too close to you.

It was like any other stupid high end party. Food that was so decadent and rich you could barely eat any of it. Most of it would be thrown away. What a waste. One of the few thoughts you had as you essentially dissociated through the party.

Your body picked up a small hors d'oeuvre, delicately biting the bite sized snack in two. It was far too unbecoming to pop the entire thing into your mouth, despite it being shaped for exactly that.

"Any good?" A voice from behind you startled you and your false self out of your tiny food related thoughts.

The fake you recognized him first, as your mind still tried to bring the world back into focus. You felt yourself lunge forward, hoop skirt be damned, as you threw your arms around the person in front of you now. Somewhere in the back of your mind you found it extremely strange that fake you would be allowed to do such a thing.

When you finally pulled back, you were present enough to see who you were hugging and it, truthfully, made even less sense. "Gale!" You heard yourself as you bounced excitedly on the balls of your feet. "Why are you here?"

"Oh, it's a big event isn't it?" He grinned, patting you on the shoulder. "Should the famed Wizard of Waterdeep not receive such an illustrious invitation?" He laughed, taking a small step towards the food table. "No, Wyll was invited. He brought Karlach as a plus one. She told me and I pestered Astarion to invite the rest of us. He didn't tell you?"

That sounded about right. You couldn't help laughing. Gods you'd missed them all. "He didn't, but everyone else is here too?"

"Well, no. I got them an invite, that's the best I could do. Shadowheart and Halsin are around here somewhere. Who knows about anyone else." He said, filling up a plate with tiny snacks. A small part of you was happy at least someone was eating like a normal person.

"Come on then, and fill a plate for Karlach would you? I said I'd bring them all back something." Gale smiled back at you as he began filling another plate, presumably for Wyll.

"Have you seen Astarion yet?" Oh, that was a good question actually. At least fake you was thinking about your love.

Gale nodded, picking up the second plate. "He met us when we first got here. Honestly, I expected you to be with him. Barely had a moment to talk, though, before he got pulled away."

"Precisely why I'm not with him." You laughed, picking up the plate you'd made for Karlach. "An event like this is going to have him pulled twenty directions. I'm supposed to stay over here to watch over things but-" But? Fake you didn't argue with buts. How strange. The power of friendship perhaps? Or Astarion's attention being so split with such a large event was allowing even the perfect version of you he hand crafted to slip through the cracks. Either way, you weren't arguing. "Well, it'll be fine to slip away for a moment." Strange.

You followed Gale back to where Wyll and Karlach were standing just a bit too close as they chatted. They were both dressed to the nines, Wyll in a well fitted suit with a short, ornamental cape draped over one shoulder. Karlach was putting him to shame though, in a floor length strapless dress with a slit that traveled halfway up her thigh. You'd never taken Karlach for a dress person and, watching the way she awkwardly moved in it, you'd assume you were right. That didn't stop anyone with eyes from stopping and staring as she walked by. You even found your own gaze lingering a bit too long. Very strange.

"Hey, soldier!" Her voice rang out loud and clear as soon as she spotted you. Before you knew it, you were wrapped in her arms and lifted off the floor with ease. You couldn't help laughing as you carefully tried to keep the plate of food balanced.

Your skirt swished back into place as she set you down, beaming at you. "It's been way too long. Just because you can't go out in the sun doesn't mean Astarion has to lock you away in the dungeon." She laughed again. If only she knew.

"I was surprised I even got an invite." Wyll chuckled, stepping closer. "I don't play his political games, but I'm happy to enjoy some good food with some old friends." Gods he was so sweet. If you didn't know just how genuinely he meant it, you wouldn't trust him.

"Well, I'm certainly happy to see all of you!" It's been so lonely cooped up in here, I've missed you so much. Your lungs longed to scream out to them, to beg them for help.

It was enough they'd taken you away from your post, you knew it was too much to ask for your voice to break through as well. It didn't stop you from wishing with your whole heart for your friends to hear you.

Instead, you had a pleasant conversation about what they've all been up to. Stories of the adventures Karlach and Wyll had been on, an anecdote about Tara that made everyone laugh. Halsin and, later, Shadowheart found their way into the circle, bringing their own stories. It would've been lovely were you not begging to be heard.

Karlach noticed first, of course she did. You saw it happen. You weren't sure what did it exactly but, as you were speaking, you saw her brow knit together. She watched you a bit closer. Fake you must've noticed as well, you felt yourself straighten up a bit more, talk a bit gentler.

It wasn't enough, she'd clocked something and now she was watching. The conversation shifted away from you but her gaze lingered. The you in control longed for her to look away, while the real you screamed for her attention. I'm here, please see me, gods please hear me!

You felt her watching you for at least ten minutes before she leaned in to whisper something to Gale. Oh gods, now he was watching you like a hawk. They both knew something was wrong but they couldn't tell what.

If you hadn't been watching them, you would've missed the small hand gesture and whispered incantation from the wizard. You didn't feel anything but clearly he didn't get what he wanted.

Then you felt it. A small tingling sensation in your head then, suddenly, it was as though the doors to your mind had been thrown open and you felt yourself recoil as though sunlight was pouring in. He was digging into your thoughts.

"Gale!?" You called out desperately in your head, watching as he blinked in shock. The gentle, practiced smile that remained stuck on your face completely opposed to the desperation he heard in your voice.

"Are you all right?" He asked, out loud, much to everyone else's confusion. Particularly Halsin's, who had been actively speaking when Gale interrupted.

"Gale, please! You can hear me?" Your mind screamed.

"Oh, me? Oh, I'm fine." Your mouth replied.

"I can hear you. What's going on?" Gale pressed forward, ignoring the questioning looks he received.

"Um, Gale-" Wyll had started but the wizard was disinterested in interrupting whatever connection he had with you right now.

"Gale, gods, Gale." What could you even say? You had to say something. But how could you explain this? You knew they all disapproved of the way Astarion kept you squirreled away but they never argued because you were both happy and it really wasn't exactly their business. But this? This was different. This was… well. Fucked up.

He was smart though. It didn't exactly take much to put two and two together. Two different answers, two different versions of his dear friend. "What happened? Does Astarion know about this?"

You would've flinched had you been in control of your body. "Really, Gale, I'm all right, I'm not sure what you're talking about." You still smiled warmly.

"He- he's the one who did this but-!" You panicked as you watched a darkness take over Gale's face.

"Okay, does anyone know what's going on right now?" Wyll tried to interject again, only to be met with a misdirected scowl from Gale.

"It would seem our resident vampire lord has gone a bit too far." He practically spat. He had never been overly fond of your relationship in the first place. You were never sure but Astarion was certain it was jealousy - partially why you were so surprised to see Gale had been invited at all.

"Use your words, Elminster." Karlach folded her arms, already impatient to know what was happening.

Gale turned back to you as his anger turned towards sadness. "I don't know how, but he's puppeting them. This-" He waved a hand at your calm, relaxed smile. "This is all fake. I can hear them, they're trapped in there."

"Gale, please, don't get angry, please." You were trying to do damage control now. You didn't want this to break bad for Astarion, you just wanted to be let out. "I- I just think he might've forgotten me, if you just-"

"Forgot you!? What do you mean forgot you? How long have you been in there?"

"Gale! Please don't cause a fuss, please. This- this doesn't have to affect the night. He just needs a reminder, that's all, it's all right."

"How long."

"I… I don't know. Over a year…" You knew saying that would be a bad idea. The rage took over his face again, while the rest of your companions watched with varying levels of confusion.

"Over a year." His voice was flat, his typical affectations and charming cadence gone. "Would someone be so kind as to request the presence of Lord Ancunín? I think we need to have quite the conversation."

#bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion #sorry fkdjskdjdkfhsl

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kazumist · 8 months

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3 hours, 27 minutes, and maybe around 2 seconds. no, miya atsumu is not going insane. what do you mean? he's perfectly calm. but with the amount of missed calls, ignored messages, and attention that he's been giving to the time right now, maybe—just maybe—he's losing his mind a bit.

he had no idea what he had done wrong to deserve this. of course, there was the possibility that you slept in since it is currently a sunny saturday after all, but between you and atsumu, he was the one who would usually sleep in until god knows when.

atsumu had made prior plans for the day. and that was to go out on a walk with you (a quick date to a café as well), go back to his place, and either play video games with you and osamu or watch some movies while cuddling. a perfect plan for a lazy saturday if he had to say so himself, if only he didn't fail at the first step: asking you out for the day.

well, technically, he didn't fail. it's just that you have been responsive as of now. atsumu is at least 90% sure that he did nothing wrong. when he walked you home yesterday, you were quite fine! you even gave him a quick peck on the cheek before going inside your home (that made atsumu actually go to bed while smiling like an idiot, but of course you don't need to know that).

it took him another 5 minutes of waiting before saying fuck it, and getting himself ready to check up on you himself. (actually, he made sure to stop by a convenience store first to buy a few snacks to bring you.)

the moment the door in front of him opened, he expected to see you. but the one who greeted him instead was none other than your younger sibling. "are you here for (y/n)?" your sibling asked him. "uhm. yeah, i am. they haven't been responding to me at all," he says.

"sick in bed, so they've been there ever since this morning."

oh, so that's why you haven't been responding to him.

"can i come in then?"

your sibling opened the door more and stepped aside, a sign of inviting him, which he gladly accepted. he started heading to your room, a plastic bag filled with snacks still in hand. he gently knocks on your door, waiting for a go signal to get in.

"yes mom, i already took my medicine!" he heard you say in a sick voice. from what he could tell so far, your nose was probably clogged right now, which was why your voice sounded a bit different than before.

"i didn't know i was your mom now." atsumu chuckles.

"tsumu?"

"the one and only, baby."

"you can come in." your boyfriend gladly opens the door and waltzes into your room. however, he didn't expect you to be so wrapped in your blankets. "sorry about earlier. mom has been nagging me a bit about my medicine."

atsumu places the plastic bag on your desk nearby. "i tried reaching out to you everywhere, but you weren't responding, so i got worried and decided to check up on you," he says, proceeding to sit on the edge of your bed. you pull up the blanket on you, covering half of your face. "sorry about that, my phone died on me last night. it hurts me to move around right now, so i haven't plugged it in."

"it's alright; you shouldn't move around that much anyway," atsumu replies before getting up and plugging your phone in right after. he was about to go closer until you stopped him. "wait! don't come closer."

"what? baby, why?"

"i might get you sick as well if you do," you pout.

he chuckles at your words: "my immune system is pretty strong, you know?"

"but still…"

"baby, it's fine." he kisses your forehead. "i got you some snacks, by the way, but with you being sick right now, i don't think you can eat 'em."

"awe.. just one bite?"

now, don't look at him that way. not when you both know he's weak to that pleading look on your face, especially with those pouty lips that he'd love to kiss right now if you weren't having a burning fever at the moment.

"fine… just one."

yet one turned into two, two turned into three, and so on!

if there's one thing that could make miya atsumu weak in the knees, it's you.

(by the time your boyfriend got home, he was sneezing, and when the time came, it was your turn to take care of him now.)

a/n: i dont like this one bit tbh... i also forgot to change the you and your to ya and yer 😭 probably ooc atsumu but this is just pure word vom 🧍‍♀️

#( rambles )#haikyuu x reader #hq x gender neutral reader #hq x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu #atsumu miya #atsumu fluff #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu #hq #x reader

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rogueddie · 3 months

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Buckingham, 1,760 words, for @thefreakandthehair’s Spicy Six Winter Challenge, with the prompt; snowball fight.

Winter, and Christmas especially, has always been Robins favorite time of year.

Or, more accurately, it used to be.

With the heavy snow, December of '85 is starting to become the worst month of Robins year. She can't even bring herself to enjoy the snow. Nothing her parents usually do to cheer her up works either.

"Until the roads are cleared, I've got to walk," Steve repeats. "I'm sorry, Robs. Maybe the snow will clear tomorrow."

"Maybe," she reluctantly agrees, ignoring the fact that he'd said the same thing yesterday... and the day before that... and the day before that. "At least we're on shift tonight, right?"

"Oh..."

Steve's tone only fills her with more dread.

"What?"

"Keith called me before you," Steve says. "Family Video is closed for the day. Something about the snow being too much and no one shopping in this weather anyway."

"So, hey, maybe school will be cancelled too," Robin tries, though they both know school won't cancel.

"I'll walk you home from school," Steve offers. "Or we can go back to my house. I still have that cake we made."

"Yeah, alright, whatever. I'll call you at lunch, yeah?"

"Ok. Missing you already, Robs."

"Love you too, Dingus."

Hanging up, she drops her head against the wall with a soft 'thud', grumbling complaints under her breath.

"No Steve today?" Her mother asks.

Robin turns, glaring when she sees the teasing smirk. "No, no Steve today. By the time he clears his driveway, I could have already walked to school and waiting... whatever. It's not a big deal."

"Mhm," her mom hums, chuckling. "Sure it isn't, sweetie."

"It isn't! It's not like we need to be together all the time. We can go one day."

"Your uncle and I used to use those same excuses, you know. We weren't any more convincing than you two. Now, come on, get ready. You'll be late if you don't leave soon."

Reluctant, and groaning, Robin takes the coat her mom holds out for her. She picks her bag up, sat by the door, and sitting on the stairs so she can pull on her boots.

"Don't rush, there's a lot of ice," her mom warns. "And keep your coat zipped up. And-"

"I know, I know. I love you, too. I'll see you later!"

"Bye sweetheart! Be careful!"

The air outside is freezing. It hits Robin like a brick wall when she steps out and, despite her mom's warning, the idea of spending longer is the cold than she needs to is horrifying.

She jogs, careful to avoid patches of roads and sidewalks that look icy.

She makes it most of the way with only a few stumbles before, inevitably, she slips over.

"Oh my god," someone yelps. "Are you ok?!"

Robin flushes, muttering curses, when she realises that, not only did someone see her fall over and eat shit- Chrissy Cunningham saw her fall over.

"I'm- yeah, fine, totally," she chokes out, forcing a laugh.

"Here," Chrissy pants a little, having ran over to her, offering a hand.

Robin takes her hand, a little surprised at how easily Chrissy pulls her up.

"Thanks," she says, trying to smile.

"Are you sure you're ok?" Chrissy frowns, looking her over. "We have a first aid kit if-"

"Oh, no, that's not... I am ok, really."

"if you're sure." Chrissy shifts, glancing back to the drive. "I'd over to drive you the rest of the way, but..."

Robin leans to look around her, wincing when she sees the drive.

The snow is piled high in the driveway and, despite how much has been cleared, there's no way that Chrissy is going to clear the rest in time.

"Why don't we walk together instead?" Robin suggests.

She almost takes it back, wincing at her own boldness, but Chrissy lights up.

"Yeah? I mean, yeah, let's! Lemme grab my bag, ok?"

"Ok, yeah, that's fine."

Robin wraps her arms around herself, starting to step side to side in an attempt to keep warm while she waits.

Luckily, it doesn't take Chrissy long.

"Ok, I'm ready!" She smiles. She pulls the strap to her back a little further onto her shoulder, the polite smile faltering. "Oh, are you cold?"

"Uh, yeah, but I'm fine, really, it-"

"No, don't worry," Chrissy twists so she can root through her bag. "I've got a spare... aha!"

She pulls out a scarf that's mostly green and white. She wraps it around Robins neck before she can protest.

"You can give it back later," Chrissy easily dismisses, starting to walk down the street. She raises an eyebrow when she glances back at Robin. "Come on!"

Robin stumbles a little in her rush to catch up.

"Careful," Chrissy says, taking hold of Robins right arm and cradling it in both of hers. She glances down at her boots. "Do you have enough grip with those?"

"What? I mean, yeah, these are great, they're sturdy and build for ice- mom got them specifically because they have great grip. The problem is with me, I'm not good at running. Like, I have terrible co-ordination- Steve is always joking about how I run like a windmill and, yeah, I do, but he learnt to walk slower than I did so really, he's the weird one here- I mean, what type of baby tries to crawl backwards, right?"

Robin finally pauses for breath. She glances at Chrissy, who is struggling to stiffle her giggles.

"Steve Harrington?" Chrissy asks, when she finally realizes that Robin isn't going to continue.

"Uh... yeah... don't tell anyone I told you that."

"My lips are sealed."

"No, really, that's- I think he told me that in confidence or something, I shouldn't have told you that, I just can't stop rambling when I get nervous around- and you're- oh god. I'm shutting up now. No more conversations. We're just... having a nice- silent- walk to school together. Just... me and Chrissy Cunningham. Jesus."

"You say that like I'm scary."

"Well, I mean..."

That only makes Chrissy giggle harder. "You think I'm scary? Really?"

She leans heavily into Robins side, one of her hands curling up around Robins bicep. She's looking up at Robin with an expression that's painfully familiar.

It's the same expression she's seen girls pull out when they're hitting on Steve. The same moves too.

But what would Steve do? Robin thinks, panicking.

She's grown so used to old conversations with Steve repeating in her head, his bad jokes and questionable advice a constant and welcome companion.

But, now that she actually needs him, he's nowhere to be found.

After a few seconds of panicking, Robin is desperate to break the tension that is quickly turning from flirty to awkward.

She ducks down, grabbing a handfull of snow, and throwing it against Chrissys coat.

Robin jerks up, standing stiff upright, frozen and stunned at herself, whilst Chrissy is equally frozen, staring at Robin with her mouth agape.

It doesn't take long for the shock and confusion to vanish though, and soon Chrissys grin turns wicked, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"I'm sorry?" Robin tries.

"Are you?"

'That means she's flirting, just... in a more playful way', Steve voice finally rings in her head. That day had been confusing for Robin- she hadn't known if the girl had been flirting with him or bullying him. 'I kinda prefer it. It's nice to know you can roughhouse a little with a girl, you know? It can be fun. Sexy'.

That had been one of his more successful dates, Robin remembers. He'd gushed about her for the entire week between their first and second date. She can't remember what went wrong, but he was confident that-

Chrissy ducks down, quick, scooping up a pile of snow with both hands.

Nope.

She takes off running, barely darting out of the way of the snowball in time.

"Hey!" Chrissy yells after her. "Get back here!"

But she's laughing as she says it.

So, almost tripping onto her face as she ducks down, she scoops up another ball of snow. She turns, aim going a little wild with how fast she keeps running.

She yelps, stumbling a little heavier when the snowball sent back in return smacks directly in the back of her head.

"Careful!" Chrissy yells.

"Then don't aim for my head!"

"It's not my fault it's an easy target!"

"Hey!"

Robin scoops more snow, turning and sliding to a stop. Chrissy doesn't have enough time to stop, but she does duck out of the way so it hits the side of her head instead of directly in her face.

She realizes her mistake a second too late.

Chrissy, unable to slow her momentum on the same patch of ice that Robin had slid across, slams straight into Robin.

Robin winces when her back slams into the ground, the snow doing nothing to cushion the fall. She feels lucky that her head didn't also slam into the ground.

"Oops?" Chrissy says, pushing herself up slightly but making no move to get off her.

"No, it's ok, that's on me."

"Yeah..." Chrissy trails off, voice weak- distracted.

Robin holds as still as she can, irrationally worried that if she moves then she'll startle Chrissy out of whatever moment she's having that has her looking down at Robins lips, cheeks flushing.

For a moment, Robin is sure that Chrissy is going to kiss her. Her eyes flutter, shifting up so her face is above Robins, tilting her head and starting lean down, to-

Someone wolf whistles, loud.

Chrissy jerks back, throwing herself off of Robin- but she is immediately glaring at the two boys, laughing and leering at them.

"Fuck off!" Chrissy yells. "Jerks!"

She ignores them when they try yelling back, instead focusing on Robin and helping her to her feet.

"Ignore them," Chrissy mumbles, grabbing hold of her hand and gently dragging her along, walking fast. She glances back, seeming to relax. "What assholes."

Robin glances back, relieved when she realizes that they're turned around and started walking in the opposite direction.

"Yeah," she agrees, turning back to stare at Chrissy, awed. "You're so brave."

"What? Oh, no, I'm not."

"Yeah, you are! Scary, too."

"I am not!"

"Scared those two."

Chrissy huffs, leaning in so their shoulders bump together.

"You're something else," Robin continues, emboldened. "It's impressive. You're, like, actually cool. Not just popular kid cool, but... truly, really, awesome."

"Shut up." She's mumbling, but she's smiling. She's blushing. She's looking up at Robin through her eyelashes.

"Nope," Robin grins.

#stranger things #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #buckingham #bandqueen #ficlet #chlprm

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sirianasims · 4 days

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Chapter 43.5

Idiot.

The voice in my head is persistent. It’s been over two months but it’s not letting up.

I try to focus on the lines, struggling to keep the faint remnants of my Tartosan accent from creeping into Llama Man’s commanding voice. It’s always more difficult just after I’ve been home.

Idiot.

Images from the last year keep flashing by, little details seared into my brain. Her green eyes. Her smile. The delicate birthmarks artfully strewn across her face. I used to insist on kissing each of them goodbye before I left and it always made her laugh.

It was the best sound in the world.

Idiot.

The more recent images are a different story. Her tears. The look of shock and confusion in her eyes. She didn’t understand, of course, and some days I’m not sure I do either. Am I an idiot for leaving her? Or for letting myself fall in love with her in the first place?

Both?

“Alright, Paul, that was good, but let’s do an extra take just to be sure.”

I nod at the sound technician and start over.

“I’ve sent the files off to Mike. Personally, I don’t think he’ll demand another round, the last two takes were flawless.”

“Thanks. I’m sorry for dragging you in for pick-ups again, I’ve been feeling a bit off lately.”

“Hey, it’s a pay check. And I’m going to need it for the move. We want to get settled into the new house before my son’s wedding so we’re already packing.”

“Did you find a job in Henford yet?”

“Not yet, but my wife got an offer. We’ll make it work. My kid is the only family I have left, so if he moves abroad, we follow. And I never liked staying in one place for too long anyway, I get restless.”

“Well, best of luck over there, Charles. The new sound tech will have some big shoes to fill.”

“Thanks, Paul. It’s been a pleasure working with you.”

Charles leaves, and I turn on the coffee machine.

I’ve just finished pouring two mugs when Lee arrives.

“Oh, you must have read my mind, love, I am positively dying for a coffee right now.”

“When are you not?”

Lee settles onto the sofa with a sigh.

“It’s been one of those weeks, deadlines put such a damper on my creativity. But how was Tartosa? Did you have a nice birthday?”

“It was fine. I didn’t feel like making it a huge thing, but my mother had arranged a family dinner at the vineyard.”

“Ah, just an intimate and completely non-threatening gathering with fifteen to twenty people, then.”

I lean back against the counter and take a long sip of the coffee to avoid responding. It’s still too hot, and I grimace as the liquid burns my mouth. Idiot.

Lee isn’t so easily deterred, though.

“So, that’s it? You’re just never going to see her again?”

“Lee, first of all, she blocked me. On my birthday, no less. So I’m going to take that as a big fat hint and respect her wishes. Second, I broke up with her because it was a dead end. She’s not going to settle down for another decade, and when she does, she’s not going to pick some fifty year old relic.”

Lee raises an eyebrow.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Yeah, I said it. Sorry to break it to you, Lee, but you’re old. Ancient. Practically dust.”

“I’m choosing to ignore your hurtful remarks because you’re clearly heartbroken and out of your mind with grief.”

I snort. “Sorry. I’m fine, really, I’m just annoyed at myself.”

“For irrationally breaking up with the love of your life or for stubbornly refusing to reconsider?”

“For being an idiot in general, I guess. I knew it was a bad idea. I even told her as much the first time I met her. But then I just had to go back and talk to her again like a complete dumbass and she practically invited herself back to my hotel. How could I say no to that?”

Lee chuckles. “Oh, but you couldn’t, of course you couldn’t. I mean, she’s not exactly my type, but I can still appreciate the aesthetics, as it were.”

“Right? And that might even have been fine if it never went any further, but I got carried away and kept seeing her even though everyone could tell it was going to end badly. We’re both better off like this, I’ll get over it.”

Lee just looks at me over the rim of his glasses.

“Are you sure? I may be a dusty old relic but as far as I’m aware, the only way you could possibly know that she blocked you is if you spent your birthday trying to look her up.”

“Thanks, detective. It was a moment of weakness, you don’t need to rub it in my face.”

“I’m not trying to rub anything in your face, love, I know it’s not your thing. But you were clearly serious about her if you were planning to bring her to Tartosa. And just because the poor girl understandably got slightly intimidated, you drop her like a newborn giraffe. Why not give her some more time?”

“I didn’t… Lee, it was the sensible thing to do! I just turned forty, I can’t just spend years waiting for her to make up her mind and hope for the best.”

“I don’t share your fetish for monogamy, but I believe all relationships are like that, you can never be certain. But you’ve always been stubborn so I’ll just give you the usual break-up advice. Get a haircut, hit the gym, put yourself back out there. Will you at least see my stylist?”

“Never. I am not brave enough to let Jessica Clemons near my wardrobe.”

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#duchellilegacy #duchellichapters #duchelligen5 #paul romeo #charlie ward #lee thompson #oh hi charlie #bye charlie?#two protagonists? in this economy?#it's more likely than you think

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peanutpinet · 11 months

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Safe with Me - CEO Jung Jaehyun x worker fem reader

A/N: this is basically a journal story of me trying to let out my own anger and frustration that has been happening at work; specifically towards a certain human being :))

To those who are facing a similar struggle, I hope that you are still taking care of yourself first and foremost. And it's okay to be angry because it's just a part of your emotions and who you are

To the quiet ones who feel they don't have a voice, this one is for you

Warnings: toxic working environment, toxic higher-up/supervisor, cursing, strong language, illegal activities, degrading (not in a sexual content)

Summary: you were just a fresh graduate that has finally gotten their first full-time job but as time went on, you slowly realised how toxic the working environment and supervisor are that you started to apply elsewhere but the universe heard your cry and brought you to your personal place of comfort and safety.

[08:14 am] - “Shit, I completely forgot to bring my wallet. Is it possible to just send it to my office?” you heard a man that sounded in his late 20s asked

Looking back at the line that you were just in, you saw a man that looked the way he sounded. Like he was in his mid to late 20s, wearing a white sweater with black suit pants and a coat. His hair was styled down, bangs were framing his face, accenting the strong features of his face like his high cheekbones, sharp jawline and eyebrows.

You didn’t mean to eavesdrop but when the worker said that their system was currently down and not accepting any kind of online purchasement, you somehow headed back and handed some of your remaining cash to the cashier.

“How much for the coffee? I have some spare. Let me pay” you stated, shocking the man that was just about to turn away

“W-wait, you don’t have to pay for my coffee” the man spoke, about to stop you but you handed the cash anyways, paying for the man’s coffee

Now up close, you finally got a closer look at the man’s features. How he was much taller than you were despite he wasn’t wearing any shoes that heightened his height that much and how his features were sharp yet soft at the same time. His eyes were rather filled with uncertainty but you smiled at him and told him that it was fine.

“It’s fine, really. Don’t worry about it. I know some people need their caffeine to get through the day” you smiled back, bowing as you heard your name being called out

“Oh, that’s my order, I’ll be going now. Enjoy your coffee, sir” you replied again and headed to get your own order before sitting down at the cafe, starting your day of job hunting

Though he didn’t get to say his thanks, a smile pop up on Jaehyun’s face when you offered to pay for him. Jaehyun was surprised but pleased to see that there were still people who were genuinely nice and helpful. Though he thought that you must’ve recognized him as one of the top CEO’s in the country, he was shocked at your polite but genuine behaviour.

Smiling, Jaehyun took his coffee but as he did, he managed to catch a glance of you sitting by the corner and on your laptop. Though he isn’t the stalker type of person, Jaehyun wanted to repay you in some way. Jaehyun asked the barista if you were a regular here and they mentioned that you would always come by every morning at around 7.30 am.

Shocked at how you were already at a cafe this early in the morning, Jaehyun asked if the barista knew your name and if you were working or not. Another barista came by and mentioned your name to him whilst telling him that you were working in a beauty company. Thanking the barista, Jaehyun took a candid picture of you before sending it to his trusted IT (ehem, hacker, ehem), Jungwoo to find out more about you.

As for you, after your short encounter with Jaehyun, you went to the small corner of the room to start your day off by applying for jobs. The truth was that even though you currently work a 9-6 and have a somewhat stable income, the workload was getting too much and the pay just doesn’t add up with the workload you have on your plate.

You weren’t one to be snobby and ask for more because you know the privilege of having a job and stable income amidst of the highly competitive industry. But let’s be real, you need money to survive while still being able to save up for the future. So, that’s how you started to apply for new jobs in your 10th month of working for the company.

Once you saw that the clock was reaching 8.30, you knew that it was time for you to head out and go to your office. You went through your day like usual up until around 3 pm when one of your workmates pointed out to check your email. When you all opened each of your work emails, the room was instantly filled with sighs as your ‘useless’ supervisor set a sudden meeting for Friday morning regarding a potential business collaboration with the number one e-commerce of the country, Neo Commerce Tech.

Sighing, you immediately put that meeting in your planners so you wouldn’t forget and start drafting the presentation of the brand that you were managing so that you won’t have to worry later on.

Lucky enough, time passed by faster and it was finally time for you to head back. You bid your workmates goodbye as you went down and into your car. You stopped by at the mall nearby to meet up with your friends and have dinner after not seeing them in several months.

Arriving at the mall, you and your friends promised to meet for some Korean dinner which you went to the restaurant to book a seat first. Whilst waiting for your friends, you decided to scroll through your phone and apply for other potential jobs that interest you. As you were doing so, a familiar deep voice soothes your eardrums.

“Looks like we meet again” the deep voice was welcomed in your ear, making you look up from your phone and met those soft dark brown eyes that you saw this morning

“H-hi. Yes, looks like we meet again” you replied, putting your phone down and was about to stand up to bow at the man but he took his hand out, signalling you that you didn’t have to, making you sit back down

“Job hunting?” the man asked. “Huh? Oh, well, sort of. Was thinking that I need a change of environment” you replied as you motioned the man to sit which he did

“What kind of job are you looking for?” the man asked

“Oh, me? Well, I’m more of a writer kind of person but my current job somewhat forced me to get into marketing so I guess somewhere around there. But honestly, for me, I just want a job where I enjoy, have a decent pay that can provide me more than enough to live for the month whilst still having more to save up but also have a work-life balance because honestly, I don’t feel that with my current job. Even if it was in an industry that I’m quite passionate about” you rambled on

“Is it alright if I ask further on why you don’t have that work-life balance? Or are you waiting for someone?” the man asked, catching you off guard

“W-well, I’m just waiting for my friends but it appears that they’re running late. H-how about you, sir? Are you waiting for someone as well?” you asked

“Jaehyun. You can just call me Jae. You don’t look like you’re that far in age compared to me. And yes, I too am waiting for my colleagues but it looks like they’re running late as well” Jaehyun stated, making your cheeks flush a bit

Right then, you told Jaehyun about your current situation in your company. About how you and your workmates are all currently suffering because of the messed up system at the company that made all of you have to do like 5 people’s jobs but under 1 contract and only 1 person’s payment (#storyofmylife). Hearing your story, Jaehyun was rather pissed at your company for not creating a concrete system first and foremost before moving forward and how they have basically useless supervisors that the juniors had to be independent and have this much of a burden for their level.

“How long is your notice period?” Jaehyun asked, catching you off-guard once more. “S-sorry?! My notice period?” you asked back, making Jaehyun chuckle

“Yes. Your notice period. I might know a job for you that’s more than willing to pay you more” Jaehyun stated, definitely getting your interest

“Well, I’d say 2 months. 1 month for the company and another for myself because in all honesty, my current job really took a toll on my mental health” you admitted, making Jaehyun smile because he adored your honesty

“Alright, give me your number and I’ll let my friend know to hit you up” Jaehyun stated, handing you his phone

Though you were reluctant at first, Jaehyun nudged you. “Trust me, I’m not here to take you into some dark company or anything illegal. I promise. Plus, you don’t have to accept directly. I just want to help you. I mean, I haven’t gotten to repay you from this morning” Jaehyun reassured you

“Oh, you really don’t have to. Anyone with a decent understanding would do the same thing” you replied as you key in your number in Jaehyun’s phone, returning it to him

“Trust me. Not everyone is as kind or caring as you are, peach” Jaehyun complimented as he stood up from his seat. “My colleagues are here. I’ll have my friend contact you again. Have a great dinner” Jaehyun stated, giving you a slight wink before taking is leave right at the same time when your friends finally came

Throughout dinner, you just tried to get your mind off of work and had a catch-up with your friends which was very well-needed. But as it was getting late, you and your friends decided to head back; it didn’t help that you were still living under your parents and still had curfew. You and your friends made your way to the cashier and was about to pay but the staff told you that your table was already paid by the man that was in the VIP room.

Right when you were about to ask who was the man, you saw the staff pointing towards the VIP room and saw Jaehyun coming out with 2 of his colleagues. Jaehyun too saw you and gave you a soft smile that showcased his dimples wide and clear before giving you a slight wave, bidding your stunned self goodbye.

A few days since that day has passed and just as Jaehyun told you, a friend of his called Doyoung had interviewed you the day after you first met Jaehyun. The day after the interview, Doyoung sent you an offer letter regarding the position for the new job along with the contract for you to review first and ask if there was anything that you were unsure of. Along with the documents, Doyoung stated that you don’t have to rush to fill the position so you can have your 2-month notice.

Ecstatic, you texted Jaehyun about the offer from his friend which he congratulated you and reassured you that he only provide some recommendations and he didn’t force his friend to choose you or anything. Jaehyun also suggested that you write and hand in your resignation letter as soon as possible so that you can confirm with Doyoung.

That night, Jaehyun decided to call you to reassure you about the job and answer any questions that he could answer. Plus, Jaehyun was the one to help you write your resignation letter since this is your first time resigning from a full-time job. After much back and forth, you were finally finished with your resignation letter. Seeing the time, you apologised to Jaehyun for keeping him up late.

“No worries, peach. I don’t typically sleep early either. I normally sleep quite late anyways. But I figure that you would want to sleep early since you have work tomorrow” Jaehyun replied, his voice somehow getting deeper after each sentence, calming your nerves since you were going to hand in your resignation letter

“You should still sleep earlier, Jae. But thank you, for helping me find a new job and even write this resignation letter. I’m nervous about tomorrow. Especially since there’s an important meeting and later on I’ll have to hand in my resignation but I dunno, I’m also excited to go on this new journey. Thank you, Jaehyun. Really. I don’t know how to repay you” you replied, laying down, slowly getting sleepy

“You getting out of that shithole is rewarding enough. And knowing that you’ll be working with my friend means I know that you’re in good hands. Also, I’m sure we’ll see each other again soon. Until then, take care of yourself. That’s all I ask of you. Good night, peach” Jaehyun replied back softly, ending the call

Eventually, Friday finally rolled around. You were nervous to hand in your resignation but you eventually did it right during lunch so that everyone won’t pay that much attention. When you hand in your resignation, to say your supervisors were surprised was an understatement. Their reactions appeared as if they did not expect you to resign when nearing your 1st year in the company.

Despite handing in your resignation and even telling them about getting an offer letter, your supervisors were not willing to proceed with it and insist that you stay for another 6 months at the very least. Not wanting to debate any further, your supervisors mentioned about the meeting that you all had and said that they’ll talk about this situation further after the meeting is over.

Sighing, you have no other choice but to agree. You and your workmates then grabbed your things and headed for the meeting room. Seating down, you all talked amongst yourselves; some of your friends asked you how handing your resignation went. Before you could answer your friends, the door to the meeting room opened and well, shock might as well be the most overused word in your dictionary because the man that walked through the door was Jaehyun along with 2 of his friends.

The 3 of them then sat down with Jaehyun literally right across from where you were seated. Nervous, you decided to avoid Jaehyun’s gaze since you could feel him watching your every movement. Luckily enough, your supervisors saved you from any sort of embarrassment and started the meeting.

Your supervisors started the meeting by opening up about the company as a whole before letting each of you and your workmates continue presenting the brands that each of you was managing. As you were all done presenting, Jaehyun and his two friends just sigh; indicating that they were either bored or fairly not interested. The atmosphere was tense until Jaehyun was the one that speak up.

“Thank you for the presentation. If you may, send my team your presentation and I’ll personally review it before making my final decision” Jaehyun spoke up

“Of course. I’ll share the file with you as soon as…” your male supervisor spoke up but Jaehyun cuts him off

“I meant the brand managers. I’d like to review each of their presentations. You can just send me the key points that you presented” Jaehyun stated, making the rest of us snicker but we did as we were told; especially when one of Jaehyun’s colleagues, Jungwoo, told us the email we should send our presentations to

After you’ve all sent your presentations, Jaehyun concluded that the meeting was over but he had to talk with the higher-ups so he allowed the rest of us to be excused. One by one, my workmates tidied their things and excused themselves; not forgetting to thank Jaehyun and the others for coming.

As you were about to leave, Jaehyun called your name. Shocking you but more so your supervisors because they were wondering why Jaehyun called you specifically but not your other workmates as well.

“Y-yes?” you stuttered, turning around and finally meeting Jaehyun’s own gaze that was softer compared to during the entirety of the meeting

“Sit down. I think there are things we need to discuss, don’t we?” Jaehyun stated, patting the seat next to him as you compiled and sat back down, this time next to him

“Have you handed in your resignation?” Jaehyun asked bluntly, making your eyeballs bulge while your supervisors look between you and Jaehyun

“J-jaehyun, w-what are you doing? Why are you asking this now and here of all places?” you whispered to him while Jaehyun just smiled and look at your supervisors, his stern gaze was back

“Did you receive her resignation?” Jaehyun asked your supervisors, neglecting what you just whispered to him

“H-how did you know? Since did you both know each other?” your supervisor questioned back, avoiding the question Jaehyun pointed out

“I know because it was me that helped her write that letter since she had already been accepted under my company” Jaehyun pointed out bluntly, making your heart just drop down to your stomach

“J-jaehyun!” you exclaimed, grabbing Jaehyun’s arm that diverted everyone’s attention

“Sorry I didn’t tell you about it, peach. But I assure you that you got the job with your own skills and abilities” Jaehyun reassured you, taking your hand and holding it in his

“She got the job with her skill or charmed her way with you that she got the job?” one of your supervisors’ pointed out

“I think I should be the one questioning you about that since judging from your presentation, you barely could present it. Not to mention that I’m willing to bet that you don’t even know the brands that well. Also, the fact that your brand managers are doing 5 other people’s job but you only pay them the bare minimum? Not even the bare minimum. You pay them slightly under the minimum wage because their wage is still gross and you cut it to pay their taxes when they should receive a net wage” Jaehyun scoffed, his tone was mocking your supervisor

“If anything, you’re the one that should be questioned on how you got your position considering that you have no background nor interest in the beauty industry. Your English is very much rubbish for someone who claims that they've worked in Australia. You don’t even have any background in retail at all. You graduated with a design degree which doesn’t really justify your lack of design taste or how you layout your presentation. So, how is it that someone with those sets of skills becomes a manager for a beauty company?” Jaehyun stated, shocking you with all the information he found regarding your supervisor

“At least I have the experience. What about her? You’ve never worked with her so how are you able to recommend her for your company? The only thing possible is her charming you or even…” your supervisor scoffed but Jaehyun stopped him from talking any further

“If you dare to continue your sentence, I might actually do something that might cause you more than just your career” Jaehyun threatened

“Jae…He’s still technically my supervisor” you whispered again

“Some shitty supervisor he is, that’s for sure. Sorry, I got lost track. As I was saying. You’ve all received her resignation letter, right? If you haven’t, then you’re pretending to not know” Jaehyun stated. Hearing his statement, you instantly tugged his hand, somewhat pulling his senses back

“What I’m trying to say is. Regardless of your rule that she has to provide you with a one-month notice so that you would have time to find a new replacement. I, however, am not fond of the idea that you now know that I know her during her last month. So, I’m here to give you some options. Option number 1, she still does her final month with you but completely online. Meaning, she is not obligated to go into the office and if you were to need to meet her, I’d suggest you to meet her outside of the office. Or, option number 2, you let her go immediately and I’ll gladly pay the compensation for her sudden departure” Jaehyun mentioned casually, surprising both you and your supervisors

“Hey, (Y/N). Do you really think that his company will be better compared to us? Why don’t you think about it for a second? Don’t you like this industry? And didn’t you learn so much in a short period of time?” your supervisor taunted, annoying you for the nth time throughout your almost first year

“For the first time in my almost one year here, I’d have to agree. Sure, companies out there might not be better or some might be just the same. But one thing for sure, at least when I jump companies, they’re willing to pay me more rather than being ‘loyal’ to this company that doesn’t even compensate when we work overtime on a workday” you started, your tone clearly annoyed. “Oh, and yes, I did learn quite a lot. I learn that having a skillless, cheap, highly ego supervisor is the same as not having a supervisor at all. But hey, at least I learn so many more skills, right?” you taunted back, making Jaehyun and his friends chuckle

“To answer your question, Mr Jeong, we’ll go with the first option. Her sudden departure will create sudden chaos so we will need her to complete one more month while we find her replacement” your boss replied

“B-but, sir?!” your supervisor was going to argue. “Enough. What Mr Jeong said wasn’t entirely wrong. You weren’t so much of a supervisor to the juniors that they had to be independent to do their job. Even your job, I wouldn’t consider it reaching my expectations” your boss replied back

“Good. I’m glad to know that you’re more considerate than your subordinate. Oh and, the least you could do is pay her fully for the next month. Consider it compensation for all that she has done by managing 2-3 of your brands. Then I might consider the proposal” Jaehyun replied back, nudging you to stand

“If there is nothing more that you would want to discuss with me or (y/n), I’ll be borrowing (y/n) for the rest of the day” Jaehyun added on and your boss allowed Jaehyun to take you with him

Because Jaehyun was waiting for you, you had to pack up quickly without being able to update your workmates much about your sudden departure during the midday of work. As you were heading out, you accidentally bumped into your salty supervisor who was moreover still salty about what just happened.

“And here I thought that you were the quiet and reserved kind of person that just moves on with your own life. Who knew that you turned out to be such a whore when you’re outside of the office. Charming handsome rich men into helping you with whatever it is you want or need” your supervisor commented, triggering you with the harsh comment

“You know, I pity you. You think so highly of yourself when in fact you’re nothing but just a highly egocentric person that takes credit from everyone that did the work. You can say whatever you want about me or someone else but it doesn’t change the fact on who you are as a person. How sad and pathetic you’re living your life always degrading others. Maybe that’s why you’re so short” you commented back, letting out the frustration and anger that have been building up for a long time

Before your supervisor could say or do anything, Jaehyun came up to see what was taking you long and when he saw your supervisor again, Jaehyun made a mental note to himself to ask Johnny to find your supervisor later on. “I thought there wasn’t anything else that you were going to discuss with (y/n)?” Jaehyun asked, raising his eyebrow as he got closer to the two of you

“Just some last discussion about her final month and what should she prioritize more” your supervisor countered but Jaehyun was much taller and hovering over him

“You can email her about that. (Y/N), we should be going soon. I have another meeting with another beauty company and I’d like you to be there with me and let me in on your thoughts since you’ll be our brand executive” Jaehyun stated, lacing your fingers with him, softly pulling you away from your supervisor

“Yes, of course. We should hurry and go now. Goodbye, sir. Do email me regarding your concerns for my final month. If you have any, that is” you replied, not even batting an eye at your supervisor as both you and Jaehyun left your supervisor and the office into his car

In front of his car, Jaehyun being the gentleman he is, opened the door and ensured you go into the room first which you did and Jaehyun quickly followed in and sat right next to you. Neither of you spoke a word until the car was out of your office’s area.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you about my job or even my position. Or the fact that I was the CEO that you and your team would be meeting today. I wanted to know more about you and your work by myself. I also wanted to know if your supervisor was truly what you told me about. I did my own research about him and that’s why I was even more frustrated with the way he presented. As if he was the one that know it all when in fact, he can’t speak to save that presentation or himself. But I’m not sorry that I say all those things about him cause he fucking deserved to be put in his place” Jaehyun stated, letting out a big sigh

“I feel a bit betrayed that you didn’t trust me enough to tell me more about you but I can get your perspective and I respect it. But I was more so scared about how my supervisors will perceive me when they know that you and I know each other. But hey, at least because of this, I managed to speak up. But still, a heads up would be nice, you know” you argued, puffing up your cheeks, making Jaehyun chuckle

“I’m sorry, alright? I’ll make sure to give you a heads-up next time. But then again, you’ll be working under me very soon and I trust that you’ll be able to do your job well so I don’t think I need to give you a heads-up anymore. You’ll be stuck with me 24/7 anyways” Jaehyun replied, grabbing your hands in his

“Bold of you to assume that I would want to work 24/7” you scoffed, wanting to pull away but Jaehyun gripped your hand tighter

“Unlike those heartless higher-ups, I pay my staff whenever they work overtime. Of course, if they need to work overtime. Otherwise, I would make sure that everyone goes home exactly on time. Everyone has a life outside of work. You including. But I would also pay you more just to spend time with me” Jaehyun bluntly stated, making your cheeks heat up

“Do you do this with all your staff because if so, I’m not interested. I’m not a money digger” you scoffed, pulling away with much more force but instead, Jaehyun yanked you so that you nearly fell but he instantly caught you and made you sit on his lap

“What I meant to say was if you would do me the honour of going out on a date with me because you’re a special girl, peach. I won’t lie. You intrigue me so much that I want to get to know you so much more because if I don’t then someone else will do it first and I don’t want that. You’re too precious and deserve so much more. Deserve to be treated with the utmost respect. I promise you that even though I make mistakes as well, you’re safe with me and that I will treat you with the respect and love you deserve. Give me a chance, peach?” Jaehyun pleaded, almost begging since his eyes were much softer

“Alright. Stop with those soft eyes. You look like you’re going to cry at any moment. Just promise me that you would communicate with me for anything. Work, family or even your feelings. And just respect my space whenever I need it” you requested, making Jaehyun smile again, his dimples also giving the illusion that its smiling

“I will. As long as you communicate with me too. And while you’re working under my company, you’re not working directly under me so we won’t really clash with each other. But if there’s anything, just let me know alright? Also, we’re going on that date right now. I was just joking about having a sudden meeting just as an excuse for your useless supervisor which reminds me. What did he do or say to you?” Jaehyun asked, his hand finding their way on your waist

“Nothing that important. Don’t worry, he didn’t do anything. Promise. Don’t waste your time on someone that is a nuisance and only becoming a burden for others” you reassured him, rubbing his shoulders to lose some tension

“If you say so, peach. I’ll try not to think about it. But I’m serious. If any of your supervisors or higher-ups text, email, communicate or threaten you in any sort of way, let me know. I don’t want you to have to think about them anymore” Jaehyun reminded, making you smile and pecked his cheek

“I will. Don’t worry about it. Thank you, Jae. Really” you replied and for the first time in your life, you finally found comfort and safety

Bonus Part - Jaehyun’s POV

After that day, (y/n) has been finishing her work at her previous company before taking a one-month break then working at my company. Ever since that day, I’ve also been keeping a close eye on her supervisors and higher-up to make sure that they wouldn’t cross the line that we’ve already agreed.

But of course, that idiotic, useless supervisor had to test my patience again because he has been nothing but a toxic root in that company. Still pestering (y/n) regarding her job and always so persistent but all his talks make no sense and he’s just making an embarrassment for himself.

Well, no matter. After I’m done with him, there might be more sense in him. And if he still hasn’t gotten any sense then might as well just sell his organs to others that need it more compared to him because for sure all he does is talk pointless things with no call to action.

“Jeong Jaehyun. Care to explain why you rented a wholeass abandoned factory in the middle of nowhere?” Taeyong exclaimed, barging into my office

“Relax. I just need a quiet place to let out my anger and frustration” I bluntly stated, signing the last of the documents that I needed to sign

“Yo, Jae, I got the guy already. He’s right by the waiting room and getting some snacks” Yuta stated bluntly

“Guy? What guy? Jaehyun…what did you do?” Taeyong questioned

“Nothing much. Like I said. Just wanted to let out my anger and frustration. The documents for the collaboration with NCT are already done on my table. Let me know if there is anything else. Now, if you excuse me, I have other business to attend” I stated, patting Taeyong’s shoulder as I walked past him

“Mr. Jeong. Hello. I guess you want collaborate? We discuss further?” (y/n)’s supervisor stated

“Yes, I’d like to discuss further but elsewhere. You wouldn’t want your boss to know that you’re going behind his back and coming here on your own, now would you?” I replied, showcasing my annoyed smile as I directed him outside and into the car

Throughout the car ride, (y/n)’s supervisor just babbled all the way, making everyone’s head hurts throughout the entire ride that Yuta eventually had to shut him up by headlocking his head, cutting the airflow and eventually making him pass out.

“Well, that’s one way to shut him up” Johnny snickered while eye-roll

Arriving at the abandoned factory, Yuta immediately took the idiotic supervisor and chained him on the chair while Johnny prepared all the toys we were going to play with while I took off my suit and changed into my leather jacket right as that useless man finally woke up and of course, he just started to complain.

“W-what the hell?! You can’t do this?! I call the police” the brainless man stated while the rest of us just chuckled

“I’d like to see you try. Let’s be real. You’re nothing if you didn’t have connections to your current boss. You’re just a walking highly egocentric man. No wonder you’re so short since you have a very high ego. Oh well. Even if you were gone from that company, I doubt anyone would miss you” I stated, contemplating between using a scalpel to skin him alive or a bat to beat some senses into him

“She’s probably just using you. She always seems like a seeking attention whore” he mentioned, making me stab the scalpel right on his thigh. “I thought I’ve warned you before. If you finished your sentence, I’d do something that would cause more than your career” I threatened, leaving the blade in his thigh and I went to grab another one

Circling around like a prey towards their predator, a smirk formed on my lips as I saw how his body was starting to shake whenever I asked him any information regarding the brands his juniors were handling. Because, with every wrong answer, I would lightly scar any parts of his body with the new clean blade as if my blade was the canvas while his body and blood were the paint. Clearly, his body was trembling at this point since he had all the wrong answers. Well, it wasn’t until I placed the blade under his chin while yanking his hair back did I stop the scaring.

“Had enough?” I asked but all that came out of his mouth is just whimpers. Music to my ears.

“Well. Don’t worry. I only have one more thing that I want to carve. And once I’m finished. Maybe then we’ll finally have some progress. Let’s see how well you’ll behave without that big pointless mouth of yours” I smirked, scoring my blade from the end of his side jaw, over his mouth and towards the other end

A/N: again, to those who are struggling, please take care of yourself first because your health (be it physical or mental) are more important than any work. And if you feel you're being pushed to work OT, don't (unless they pay you). Remember that you have a life outside of your work and also, loyalty to a company gets you nowhere :)) stay safe and happy xoxo vinet

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whumpshaped · 6 months

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can i get enthralled for vampire bingo? O.O

this was the last bingo prompt in my inbox! im always open to more :) its some more mundane whump. just some idle time. i wrote so much enthrallment already, so i decided to just make it the topic of this one

masterlist bingo card

tw vampire whumper, dehumanisation, lots of talk about mind control

"You said you'd never taken a human without magic before."

"I did say that, yes."

Beck poked at his evening fill of macaroni with his fork, pretending he was more interested in that than the question he was about to ask. He was very casual about the question, obviously. It was just a little chat over dinner. "Why'd you do it this time?"

"Why..." Helle shifted on the other end of the sofa, putting down the rubik's cube they were fiddling with. Beck glanced at it briefly — one side of it was all blue, but the rest were mishmash. "Forgive me for saying this, but I doubt you would understand the situation I had been in before I made that decision. You know... like not being able to have a single meaningful conversation because everybody is affected by your magic to an unhealthy degree, essentially forcing them to change their entire personality and all their values to please you."

Beck nodded. "Yeah, no, that's... not very familiar."

"I had a hunch. But let us explore this fantasy for a moment. I assume you would immediately use those powers to do... whatever the hell you wanted. Because you can. Nobody is objecting. Nobody is saying no to you. In fact, everybody is very eager to do whatever it takes to make you interested in them."

"But it's wrong."

"Yes. It is. But I also left out the part where your only options are this, or severe malnourishment that actually leaves you unable to obtain even the lesser quality food you had been eating up until that point."

Beck stared at his macaroni. Would he have wanted to eat it if it was sentient? Would he have wanted to make it want to be eaten? Well, if the other option was to have it kick and scream... possibly, yes. Thankfully, his macaroni was wonderfully unfeeling.

Plus, this entire monologue was supposed to eventually lead to why Helle wanted their macaroni to scream. "Sorry," he muttered. "Go on."

"So you do that for centuries. You enthrall people, you feel like you are on the very top of the world. Nobody can touch you." They paused for a moment, and Beck looked up to see them smiling at him. "Now, does it not sound a bit lonely? Is it not natural to want to be touched?"

"I still can't touch you." He turned back to his dinner and took a bite, and he found he felt less worried about stating that than he probably should've. Maybe the constant fear had tired him out. Made him numb. "You're a vampire. You're faster, stronger..."

"Oh, but you can. You absolutely can. You choose not to." The concept almost made Helle giddy from the sound of it, like it was revolutionary. "You can sit here and tell me that I am wrong. You could throw that entire plate of pasta at me. You choose not to, because yes, maybe I would get out of the way, or maybe I would shove your face into a pot of boiling water and make some Beckaroni, but you could."

Great. As if his appetite had been amazing before. He really needed the image of Beckaroni in his head.

He put the plate on the coffee table and sat back. "Okay. Fine. I could. If you're so interested in me having a choice, why are you taking it away anyway? Why are you doing all this? You do nothing but intimidate me into going along with whatever you want. At this point you could just enthrall me."

"Oh, so I am only allowed to spend immortality without getting so bored that I want to stake myself if I then respect all the humans I choose not to enthrall."

"I mean– I mean, yes! Yes, that's actually what I'm saying. Otherwise it's fucking cruel."

Helle considered him for a moment, actually thinking about his words before they responded. "I suppose with the information you have been given, that is quite a reasonable conclusion to reach. I have left out another important detail." They looked Beck in the eye, their expression darkening in a way he couldn't even explain. It was like the air was being sucked out of his lungs as they stared him down, making him tremble and immediately wish for the easy atmosphere back. "I am cruel. I want you to have those choices specifically so I can take them away from you in a more thrilling way that is fun for me, and me only."

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quillsareswords · 2 years

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I gotchu bestie

How about doing Damian's makeup for a Halloween event 👀 I can picture him wanting something cool like a skull

Omfg you're the best 😘

DAMIAN WAYNE X READER

WARNINGS: language, a kiss

MASTER LIST in BIO

"Will you hold still?"

"I am holding still. Your hands are shaking."

"They are not–" you suck in a deep breath. "You know what, just. Hang on."

You set the pallet of cheap face paint down on the edge of the sink a little harder than strictly necessary. With both hands now free, you grip his shoulders and steer him to lean against the counter.

He takes a deep breath to resteady himself while you pick the paint back up. He closes his eyes so you can fill in the big black sockets you've already drawn on in eyeliner. "What time is it?"

Your gaze cuts toward his phone, laying face up on the other side of the bathroom sink. "Seven-fifteen. All things considered, we're doing pretty good here." His eyelid twitches like he's about to open it right as you set the brush down, and you have to restrain yourself from snarling.

"You mean, considering we knew nothing of this party until three hours ago?" There's a tone there, squished between his vowels. Blame, irritation—something along those lines. "There were hardly any costumes left on the shelves. It's a wonder you found these." He plucks limply at the skeleton print hoodie and sweatpants set he's wearing. You're wearing an identical one.

"Well, it would have been much easier if–"

"If I'd listened to you and gotten costumes weeks ago, yes, yes, I know. You were right about someone deciding to throw a party last minute."

"I was going to say if somebody wouldn't have insisted we match, but yeah, that too." You chuckle, setting your pinky finger on the bridge of his nose to steady your hand a little better. "But go ahead, keep telling me how right I was."

He cracks open the eye you aren't painting and clicks his tongue. "Firstly, it will be easier to find one another this way. Don't even pretend you aren't enjoying it. Secondly, that's the only time you'll hear it tonight."

You roll your eyes as you go back for more pigment. "Right, because I'm definitely not right about the fact that we should have bought Halloween candy last week. I'm sure the stores will have plenty."

"We won't be here to hand it out on Halloween, anyway, Beloved. We'll be at Father's, remember?"

You switch to his other eye with a moment of warning. "Don't open your other eye until the paint's dry. Yeah I know we won't be able to hand it out. It would be for us, stupid."

He scrunches his nose, creasing some sti-drying paint, and you have to resist the urge to accidentally stab him in the eye. Guess you're gonna have to rinse the brush to change colors again. "You don't think Father will have plenty?"

"I'm sure he will, at his house. I was going to hold you hostage and make you eat it all with me while we binged all of the Time Burton classics, but fine. Whatever. Guess you just don't love me." You turn to set the paint down and reach for a wash cloth to start fixing his nose.

Instead, he plants his hands on your hips and turns you back toward him. He manages to catch you off-guard when he presses his lips against yours. He must be in terribly good spirits, because he's smiling when he pulls away. "Darling, if that's a it takes, I'll rob every child in Gotham to present you with a hoard if candy any king would be jealous of. We'll be so sick by the end of it, neither of us will be able to work the next day."

You tilt your head, gazing gently at him. There's a beat, soft silence drifting through your friend's second bathroom, and he hopes you're swooning on the inside, but then, "That was really sweet, and I love you more than I think I'll ever be able to describe. But you just completely fucked up both of our makeup and I think I'm going to kill you."

#damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne blurb #quillshalloweencollection

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sentientcave · 3 months

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Part 1 - Part 2

Contains: Gals being pals, homoerotic speculation, brief mentions of alcohol and kink (conversationally)

SFW - Word Count: ~2.8k

You only had a few days to get used to living with Soap before she was gone again, but now, without her exuberant presence, the apartment feels emptier than it did when it was just you living there. You fall into a familiar pattern, running the occasional errand, but mostly just getting up, getting coffee, going to work and going home. It’s… lonelier than you expected.

You’re not sure when to expect her back. When you’d asked, she’d just laughed. “As long as it takes, kitty. Dinnae worry. I’ll have Katie send ye the rent if I’m no’ back before month end.” She didn’t explain who Katie was, and you were a bit afraid to ask. She’d probably just tell you that it’s a classified matter anyway.

The idea that she could be gone that long, or even longer, makes your stomach clench with worry. Perhaps you’ve only known Jamie for a week or so, really, but she’s already gotten under your skin and made a home for herself. There’s signs of her all over your apartment too— The big green couch, her 3 in 1 soap in the shower (That you’re pretty sure she didn’t use once during the days she’d been there, electing instead to use your products), her winter jacket in the closet, her ‘going out’ boots in the hall. A picture of her and her cousins stuck to the fridge with a Rangers Football Club magnet. It’s the only picture you have of her, and it’s many years old, featuring a gangly, teenaged Jamie that hadn’t filled out into the powerhouse of a woman that you’d met.

You’re wiling away the hours at work, when your favourite barista, Alex, comes in after her shift and chats with you while she browses the romance section. She only ever buys the ones with horny oil paintings on the cover. For the aesthetic, she says, but you're pretty sure she's just a harlequin fan. You can’t blame her. You love a good romance too.

"You ever go to those workshops?" she asks while you’re cashing her out. She gestures at the board behind you. "I've been thinking about going to the ropes one, but haven't worked up the courage to go alone."

"No! I probably should sometime. I think my landlord runs one of them. I'm not sure which though." You slide her books into a paper bag and hand her the receipt.

"Here. I'll give you my number in case you ever want someone to go with. I think it could be fun." She scribbles down her number on the back of her receipt and slides it back across the counter to you with a smile. “I’ve been thinking about—”

The door jangles. “Heya, kitty!” It’s Jamie, grinning ear to ear, a freshly healed scar on her chin and a bandage on her arm, covering half of her SAS tattoo. She sidles past Alex and comes around the counter to hug you tightly. She smells like sweat and gunpowder. She must have come straight to you after getting home. “Missed ya. Been a right slog the last few weeks. Ghost got hisself shot and ugh, he’s all fine out in the field, carryin’ on no problem, but as soon as we’re back at the safe house he’s cryin’ about how much he needs me tae take care of him. Just an absolute wet biscuit of a man.” She glances over at Alex, like she hadn’t even noticed her standing there. “Oh, hello, cutie. Sorry, didnae mean to interrupt.” Her eyes zero in on the reciept with the phone number scrawled across it.

“Oh, it’s, um, it’s fine,” Alex says nervously. “Are you— Um—”

“Alex, this is Jamie. She’s my new roommate. Jamie, Alex. She works at the coffee shop down the way.”

Jamie sticks a hand out, but leaves her other arm wrapped around you. “Nice ta meet you. Been in there a couple times but ye must work the mornin’ shift, aye? I’m always due on base early mornin’.”

“So, you’re, um, military?” Alex asks. She winces slightly when Soap shakes her hand.

“Sure am. Sorry, hen, didnae mean to squeeze so hard. Ye get used to it bein’ a bloody cock measuring contest with the lads on base. Gotta adjust for civvies.” She smiles apologetically. “What were you girlies goin’ on about before I came in? Don’t want to leave your conversation unfinished before I get to monopolizin’ our girl’s time, aye?”

“We were just talking about the workshops. On the board. Alex mentioned that she was thinking about going to the ropes one.”

“Is that the one yer handsome landlord runs?” Soap asked. “And is it like, knots for boats and whatnot, or the fun kind? Wouldnae mind tyin’ ye up, kitty.”

“I’m… Not sure. It’s kind of unclear, but there’s an email listed. I’ll get some clarification.” You give Soap a side-long glance. She looks a bit more excited than you’re sure what to do with. “And besides that, there’s no way I’m letting you tie me up.”

The light in her eyes only gets more intense. “You gonna tie me up, kitty? Have yer way with me?”

Alex clears her throat, looking a bit nervous. “Well, um. I’ll see you around. Text me and let me know about the course. Or if you just want to hang out. I’m free after one like every day.”

“I can also keep you apprised of when we get a truck-load of harlequins in, give you the first go through,” you say. “I’ll see you Wednesday, eh?”

“Yeah. Bright and early.” She smiles at you. “And, um, nice to meet you, Jamie the roommate.”

“See ye around, Alex the coffee girl.” Soap waited for the door to close behind Alex before she spoke again. “Looks like she’s got a little crush on ye, kitty. Didnae know I had so much competition.”

You roll your eyes. “She doesn’t. She’s just being friendly.”

“Oh sure, kitty. Me too.” Soap withdrew a step and leaned against the counter. “Ye want to come out for a pint tonight? It’s a tradition, with me and the lads. We go out, get blootered, captain goes home early, Gaz flirts with someone’s girlfriend, and then we have a scrap outside an’ Ghost breaks it up. Ye can help him, it’ll be good ta have another voice’f reason to balance us out.”

“I think a pint is a far cry from, er, getting blootered,” you say, laughing. “But sure. I don’t start work till eleven tomorrow. I can stand to get a little silly. So long as you’re sure the lads don’t mind. I don’t want to overstep.”

“No’ possible. They like you a lot. Maybe a little too much, if ye ask me. I’m goan to head home and get cleaned up, aye? Do ye mind if I eat the leftovers in the fridge? I’m starvin’.”

“You already ate them, didn’t you?” you ask. There was really no other reason why she would know that there were leftovers to eat.

“Weal. Yes. But yer a kind soul, kitty. I knew ye’d say yes. I’ll buy all yer drinks tonight tae make up for it.”

“Oh fine,” you say. It’s hard to even imagine being mad at her. You suspect that it’s a waste of energy, when she’s just a big puppy dog of a person. Scolding her for anything isn’t likely to change her behaviour, it’s just going to make her feel terrible during the scolding. And you don’t quite have the heart to scold Soap, with her big blue eyes. “I was going to go round to the shops tonight, so maybe you can go tomorrow? I have a list, and I can give you money for it. I just work till five and I won’t have a chance.”

“I can do tha’, kitty. When d’ye get off work today? Three?”

“Five. A couple more hours. Shouldn’t be long.”

“Hours! Aw, c’mon, kitty.” She pouted, as though that were going to get you out of work any faster. “Can’t ye close up early? There’s no one here.”

“Jamie, it’s my job. If I closed up early every time I felt like it I wouldn’t have a job for very long, and then you’d be the one looking for a new roommate.”

Jamie grumbled about how she wouldn’t let that happen, as if she had any control over the state of your finances, but headed home to shower without too much more complaining, although she rather disconcertingly mentioned offhand, as she was heading out the door, that she would go through your closet and find you something cute to wear. You really hoped that didn’t mean pull everything out of your dresser drawers and make a mess.

Things pick up at the shop enough to keep you from dwelling on what Jamie was up to— And she was uncharacteristically quiet on her end as well, only texting you once with a blurry picture of Red Herring scampering down the hallway captioned with CREATURE SIGHTING, and a second one of her and Red cuddled up on the couch, faces smushed together. You take a sneaky picture of a customer with a yellow coat and bright orange boots with Big Bird: Confirmed written across it. You’re careful to leave their face out of frame, but you do feel a bit bad about it, and elect to ‘accidentally’ not ring through one of the books, giving it to them for free instead. The return text makes your transgression against public decency almost worth it.

LMFAOOO<

Finally, it’s time to lock up the store and walk home. It gets dark early now, and the sun is already setting over your street, the shadows growing long, the gold light of dusk painting the edges of the clouds, and the buildings with a little gilt paint. It feels good to know that Jamie’s home. You feel like you can breathe properly again, like you’d been holding your breath for weeks and weeks, not knowing if she was alright. You’d been sleepwalking through your days, and you’re finally awake again, able to appreciate the colour of the sky and the half-familiar and familiar faces you walk by. You know you must be smiling, because you get plenty of smiles in return.

Happiness is an infectious thing.

You check the mailbox for the usual pile of flyers and bills, and sort through them on the way up the stairs. Mostly just junk, and your internet and credit card bills. And an envelope with so many stamps on it that your address is written off to the side in cramped letters. There’s no return address on it.

You unlock the door and drop your bag to the side, in it’s usual spot. Soap’s work boots are neatly placed beside the nearly identical ‘going out’ boots, dusty and worn in from the weeks away. Jamie is sitting at the table, scribbling in a notebook, Red Herring sitting on the table beside her, bapping at the end of her pen every time it approaches his side of the notebook.

"Hm-- Oh! Hi, kitty!" Jamie closes the notebook, tucking her pen inside, and gets up from her seat at the table. Her hair is wet, down around her shoulders to air dry, and she's wearing a tank top and a pair of black boxer shorts with a skull pelvis on them. You suspect that they belong to Ghost. The idea that he wears skulls all the way down to his skivvies makes you like him even more.

Are they dating? You're not sure what the rules are for military relationships, but you suspect that a lieutenant dating a sergeant is not allowed under usual circumstances. Not that you could blame them. Ghost is huge and actually pretty sweet, under the growly voice and mask. He was covered in cat hair by the time he'd gone home, all those weeks ago, because Red liked him so much. And Jamie was a tall, beautiful, muscled-up amazon woman. And they had their whole warriors bond thing going on. It wouldn't be a surprise for them to be interested in each other. The flirting she’s been doing with you is likely no more than just playful fun. You don’t really mind, you just have to keep yourself from reading into it too much.

“Welcome home, by the way,” you say as Soap grabs you into an even tighter hug than before. “I missed you. And I was starting to get worried.”

“You didnae get my letter?” she asked.

“Letter?” you ask. You hold up the envelope with all the stamps. “This?”

“Oh! Guess it didnae make it back before I did. No time to read it right now, kitty. Ye’ve got ta get ready.” She pulls the stack of mail from your hand and tosses it down on the counter before dragging you down the hallway towards your room.

“Do I have time to shower?” you ask mildly.

“Do ye need to?” Soap leans in and sniffs you audibly, trying not to laugh. “Smell fine to me, kitty.”

You giggle and swat her away. “I could smell better. But mostly it’s just so I can wash out the ponytail crease in my hair. It’d take ages to get rid of it otherwise.”

“Bah. Fine. I’ll wait in yer room, I found a few cute outfits for ye.”

“You don’t have to. I’ll be a few, if you want to get ready yourself.”

“Psshh, it only takes me a minute. Want ye to help me with my eyeliner too, if you don’t mind. Ye do that little swooptie thing? Whenever I try tha’ I cannae get them even.”

“Of course.”

You shower and towel dry your hair, and wrap your towel around yourself. It's one of those nice extra big ones that actually covers everything. You bought it after making a mad dash across the hall when Fern's boyfriend was staying over, trying not to flash him, and made the decision immediately after to not go through that kind of stress again. He had become a too-regular presence in your home to ignore in the months before Fern moved in with him.

Jamie makes you try on five different outfits before letting you settle on a skirt that hits around the knee and a flowy yellow tank top, and she finally goes to get dressed herself while you dab on makeup and style your hair. After weeks apart, having Soap back is refreshing, even if she does have a low tolerance for personal space. Out in the field, that closeness is probably necessary, it probably keeps her and her teammates alive, but here it only serves to fluster you and set your off balance. Jamie doesn’t seem at all aware what effect she has on you, and her flippant, flirty comments don’t help matters either.

Helping her do her makeup is the trickiest part, really. She’s twitchy and fidgety, and you end up pinning her flat to the flat to your bed, one hand holding her jaw and the other holding your eyeliner pen, a knee on either side of her rib cage. The angle is awkward when you do the other eye, and you have to lean in closer, steadying your wrist against her forehead. You don’t remove your hand from her jaw until you’ve finished either, well aware that she’ll start talking the moment you release her and make it impossible to finish up neatly.

“There!” you say, sitting back to admire your handiwork. She blinks up at you for a long moment, her blue eyes made all the more bright by the contrasting band of black on her upper lid. “Actually—” You twist and grab your makeup bag, and grab her face again, adding a swipe of peachy pink lip-gloss to her mouth.

Uncharacteristically, she just lays there for a moment, still quiet, looking dazed and flushed. For a moment, you feel a rush of… Well, you would hesitate to call it euphoria, but there’s a certain satisfaction in rendering Soap speechless and pink, when she’s an amazon, and you’re just a round little woman who’s idea of a workout is stocking shelves and crating books around.

But then again, you are sitting directly on her diaphragm, and you know you aren’t light. “Oh, goodness, I’m squishing you, aren’t I?” you scramble to get off of her, and offer her a helping hand up. “We should get going.”

“Right. Yeah. O’course, kitty. Let’s go.” She pulls in a deep breath, shaking off the daze, her familiar devastating grin sliding back into place. “Wouldnae want to keep the lads waiting, aye?”

Maybe it’s just wishful thinking, but you think, just maybe, she does want to keep them waiting. You snag a cardigan from your closet and stop to to give Redd Herring a scritch behind the ears before you follow her out into the hallway and lock up the apartment.

She offers you her arm, like she’s some kind of gentleman (which she would not be, even if she was a man), and you take it, looking forward to the night out.

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#cave writing #cod mw #Fem!SoapxfemReader #xReader #Femsoapxreader #mostly just fluff #sorry this took me like a month to do #I was working on like anything else lmao #Jamie Mactavish could get it tbh

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esthermitchell-author · 27 days

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The Additions (or Why I'm Not Done, Yet)

So, for those of you wondering why it's taking me so bloody long to get done adding a few spicy scenes to my GO fanfic book... Weeellll... It turned into a little more than that. In making a couple of alterations necessary for one or two of the sexy scenes, I stumbled over a few places were scenes important to the overall story or character arcs got skipped. Things I didn't mean to or want to leave out or leave to an offhand mention later on (the offhand mentions were actually supposed to remind me to go back and fill in the scenes... then I got ahead of myself and in my excitement to share with y'all, I sort of forgot to write those scenes 🤦‍♀️🙄).

So, please bear with me. I really am trying to make this the best version it can be (and I will be re-uploading the non-explicit version with the important additional scenes that aren't sex-oriented, once I'm done with the additions). If you're wondering what I mean, here's an important scene that ended up missing from the original release... This is supposed to happen right after the lectern sculpture scene, but at first writing, I was busy weaving scenes from other stories into the overall book, and so I left myself "note" in the following chapter (the Christmas scene) to come back and fill in -- and then never did. It (and it's follow-up scene about the crepes mentioned later) will be in the update of BOTH versions of the book. But, for now, you can enjoy this part, right now... (Scene Under Cut)

Crowley leaned against the open doorway into the kitchen -- Aziraphale miracled it into being back during the pandemic out of boredom and a desire for something to nibble on -- watching his angel putter about making himself a cup of tea. Aziraphale swore there was a whole process to making a proper cup of tea. Personally, Crowley never touched the stuff, but he was relieved Aziraphale was starting to enjoy his little Earthly rituals and pleasures.

"You know it's okay to eat, yeah?" He rested his head on the door frame, letting his gaze drift over the angel's still sparse -- compared to before, anyway -- form.

Aziraphale tensed for a fraction of a second, but it was enough Crowley caught it, before the angel half-turned his way with a vaguely exasperated smile. "Why do you keep trying to get me to eat?"

Crowley blinked in surprise, sucking in a small breath against the instant clench of pain at the sorrow and fear he could see buried deep in his angel's eyes. "Because food makes you happy. You're not happy, angel, and I don't know how else to fix it."

Aziraphale startled. "Of course I'm happy! You're all I need to be happy, Anthony--"

"Not that kind of happy, angel." Crowley sighed heavily. "Happy with yourself, I mean."

Aziraphale lifted one eyebrow. "And you think I need food to be happy with myself?"

"I dunno." Crowley straightened from where he slouched, tension crackling through him. "Yeah. Yeah, I do. First time I ever saw you enjoy any-blessed-thing was that night in Job's cellar. Every time you eat, it's like you're back there, again, enjoying yourself for the first time. You have no idea how much I love seeing that."

Aziraphale turned back to what he was doing, leaving Crowley at a loss for how to get through to him. Except, maybe... Crowley slipped his mobile phone from his blazer pocket and sent a quick text to Maggie.

He glanced up as he heard the clink of metal against ceramic, before Aziraphale turned from the counter where the kettle was, cup and saucer in hand and a soft smile on his face. "I really do appreciate you looking out for me, love, but it's entirely unnecessary for me to eat, and I'm perfectly fine."

As if that wasn't, as the Americans liked to say, the biggest crock of shit he'd ever heard. Still, Crowley bit back his argument. He was already forming a plan. He knew he was right, and he wasn't giving up on this.

As Aziraphale headed back toward the sitting area with his tea -- all the proof Crowley needed that his angel wanted his creature comforts, but was denying them for some reason -- Crowley's phone pinged in his hand, and he glanced down at the message on his screen.

MAGGIE: You want Justine's number? Why?

Crowley rolled his eyes and typed, It's a surprise. For Aziraphale.

MAGGIE: Oh, that's brilliant! How about I just give her your mobile number, and she can contact you when she's not busy?

Fine.

Tucking his phone away, Crowley was just turning to head out to snuggle up with his angel when something caught his eye he'd never noticed before. What he'd always assumed was just another desk or table covered in books, wasn't anything of the sort. He should have recognized the shape on sight -- he blamed the piles of books masking its appearance -- since he'd spent close to a decade after the Great War playing one in speakeasies and cathouses of the American South, trying to stir up all sorts of Hellish mischief during Prohibition.

"Hey, angel?"

There was a moment of silence, before the clink of teacup against saucer, and then, "What is it?"

"Do you actually have a Steinway upright piano tucked back here? When did you get it?"

"Oh." The quiet rustle of movement reached him, and he looked over his shoulder to see Aziraphale pause in the open doorway from the sitting area.

"I acquired that shortly after the Great War. The quiet around here was... unsettling. Music helped chase away the memories, so I had the idea I might learn to play the piano. I thought it would help." A flush stole up the angel's face, even as he shrugged. "I'm afraid I never did quite master it. I have the ear, but kept tripping over my own fingers. I keep it tuned and maintained the way the purveyor said I should, but I'm afraid it mostly just sits there, like... well, like that."

The desire to feel the ivory keys beneath his fingers again, and to provide his angel some kind of comfort, settled in Crowley. "Mind if I give it a go?"

Aziraphale blinked at him, confusion clear in his cerulean eyes. "You play?"

"Haven't done since the '20s, but I can't be that rusty, yeah?"

A small smile flickered at the angel's lips, before he waved a hand and the books covering the piano disappeared. "By all means."

As Aziraphale headed back to the sitting area, Crowley slid out the bench, flipped open the lid over the keys, and flexed his fingers as he tried to remember if he ever learned any soothing melodies. He didn't have much of a refined playing style, since the only places he'd ever played before didn't have anywhere near the level of musical sophistication his angel did.

Here goes nothing.

Settling onto the bench, he placed his fingers over the keys, drew a breath, and began gently setting his fingers down over the keys. For being over a hundred years old, the piano's notes played true and clear. Not that he was surprised. His angel was meticulous at keeping things in tip-top shape. Crowley closed his eyes and let the sweet notes he drew from the old piano flow through him, his love of the music, and of the angel for whom he played, inspiring the placement of his fingers.

After a time, Crowley allowed the notes to fall off gently, until silence filled the room again as he hung his head, uncertain if he felt more exhausted or elated by the emotions he'd poured out in that melody.

"That was beautiful."

The sound of his angel's voice drew his attention, and he turned his head to look at Aziraphale -- now seated at the table watching him, so much gentle, healing love on his face, all Crowley could do was turn on the piano bench and open his arms. Aziraphale came to him without even a flicker of hesitance, and a grateful sigh shuddered from Crowley as he wrapped his arms around his angel's waist and leaned into what remained of the soft cushion of his angel's body. He felt Aziraphale's arms on his shoulders, and the stroke of one hand through his hair, even as the angel pressed gentle kisses to his forehead and temples. He loved this angel, whatever corporation he took, but his throat tightened around pained tears as he wished fervently to have his angel back -- the angel who thrived surrounded by books, who sighed happily at a cup of cocoa or tea, whose eyes lit at the sight of good food and who could never say no to sweets. The angel who got pleasure from comfortable, well-worn clothes, a glass of good wine, and a stirring symphony.

So far, Crowley had seen only glimpses of his angel, since Aziraphale came back. And he was desperate to break through whatever was holding the angel back.

"Please," Crowley rasped brokenly, nuzzling his face against his angel's body. "Please eat, angel. I'm begging, here."

Aziraphale sighed softly, and Crowley felt the press of the angel's kiss against the top of his head. "I'm sorry, love. I can't. I just... I can't."

"Please." Crowley tightened his grip, his fingers digging into warm flesh covered in soft cloth. "Please, just give me a chance to remind you."

He felt the angel's fingers in his hair, then another small sigh, and a kiss to his forehead, before Aziraphale murmured, "All right. Only for you, my love."

#See what I mean? Important scenes missing #born of starlight #good omens #good omens fandom #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #crowley #azicrow #ineffable spouses #fanfic #good omens fanfiction #gomens #gomens fanfic #go fanfic #good omens fan fiction #good omens fic

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nidianddeepspace · 16 days

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The Tale of the Hoodie Thief

❥ Xavier x OC ❥ An OC remembering loving moments with the Star Baby ❥ stealing your beloved's hoodie, wearing it because it smells like them, FLUFF FLUFFITY FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF ❥ College/University AU, the (my) MC and Xavier as University Students

Hoodies - an essential part of anyone's wardrobe and doubly so for the college student that chooses comfort over everything else. It's a simple garment - you just throw it on, decide if you want to wear the hood or not, and bask in the warm comfort of the fabric before going on with the rest of your day.

I am no stranger to hoodies. Back then, half my closet was filled with them, a range of colors and styles that were sure to impress any and all comfort-focused fashionistas. But there was one particular hoodie I loved more than the others - a pink cashmere hoodie my auntie gifted me last Christmas. I didn't wear it very often, but when I did, I felt like I was the walking epitome of luxury loungewear elegance. Now granted, I didn't know if that was an actual thing, but I didn't care either. I felt what I felt.

So when I realized that it was missing the afternoon I was suppose to hang out with you for a bit, I was exasperated and heartbroken. No matter how many times I rummaged through my closet, I just couldn't find it. I was so upset that my room, usually very neat with everything in it's place, resembled the aftermath of a fashion explosion. I want to curl up into a tiny ball and cry 'til I had no more tears. If I had plans to meet up with anyone else, I would have ghosted them due to my grief. But since it was you, I pressed on.

If there was anyone who could comfort me about my missing hoodie, Xavier, it was you.

As I walked to your dorm, trying to keep it together, it began to rain. But I wasn't about to let some water further ruin my day - I was prepared. As I opened up my umbrella, I started thinking about that night we got caught in a rainstorm on the way home from the arcade. Our good time was washed away by the relentless downpour which neither of us were ready for.

"This is BS! I'm so sorry, Xavier." We rushed through the streets as fast as we could, pelted my the largest droplets of rain I'd ever seen. "At this rate, the both of us are going to get sick."

"It's okay, your dorm isn't that far."

"Yeah, but we're already drenched as it is. This is my fault, I should have checked the weather before we left."

"Don't worry about it, it's fine." Even in the middle of a thunderstorm, you were still so calm and collected. "Try not to worry too much."

Soon, we were rushing into my dorm room, huddling up together to keep warm. You sprung into action, grabbing towels from my closet, helping me to dry off. The rain hadn't washed away the scent of your cologne, and I could smell that faint scent of the forest and the musk as you used one towel to dry off my hair and shoulders. If you wanted to, you could have heard my heart fluttering, so painfully aware of how close we were.

"Y-You don't have to do this," I stammered, looking away. I hoped you didn't see the crimson spreading across my face. "Besides, you need to get that hoodie off you. I wonder if any of the dryers on my floor are free."

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me."

"Too late for that." I'm always worried about you. I care about you so much, can't you see that? I didn't dare say those words aloud. "Anyway, aren't you afraid of getting sick. We have that big test next week."

"if I get sick, I just won't go to class. I can study on my own and if I ask you nicely, you're share your notes with me, right?"

"Well yes, but..."

"Then I've got it covered. So please, don't worry." He smiled as he finished dry my hair, tossing the towel side. "I don't like it when you worry."

"Ah...well, you can stay here until it stops raining. In the mean time, at take off your hoodie and grab one of mine from the closet."

You arched an eyebrow. "One of your hoodies? Would they even fit me?"

"Don't look at me like that, of course they will fit you. Most, if not all my hoodies are oversized. Just pick one and give it back to me later. I'll go see if I can wash and dry your hoodie, hopefully the machines are free."

I came to a complete stop just steps away from your door. It was all coming back to me - you'd left before I'd had a chance to see what hoodie you chose. You sent me a text letting know you were really tired so you had to go. I thought nothing of it at the time. I washed and dried your hoodie, I gave it back to you a few days later, and we went back to the arcade the following weekend.

Realization hit me like a freaking bus.

No...you couldn't have done that...right? No, you...wait...did...did you?

Xavier, did you actually grab my pink cashmere hoodie?!

There was only one way to find out.

(To Be Continued)

#love and deepspace #ladsedit #love and deepspace xavier #lads #xavier love and deepspace #xavier #lads photobooth #lads seiya #xavier x oc #lads xavier

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Love is but a Walk in the Park

Disclaimer: This is the second part of a series I am starting about the reader dating Ford while they are in college. Once again, I really appreciate the support, and I hope everyone enjoys it!

Summary: Ford and the reader are going on their first date after the reader drunkenly confesses their feelings to him.

“So, are y’all boyfriend and girlfriend, or what?”

You made eye contact with your roommate in the mirror of your bathroom. You were finishing up applying mascara. “I mean…maybe? I think so. I don’t know,” you answered. You turned around to face her. “Okay. How do I look?” You did a little spin for her. You were wearing an orange halter top with matching flared pants. You ironed some flower patches onto your back pockets last night to spruce them up a bit, as well.

Your roommate nodded in approval with a grin on her face. “You look foxy!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “He’s going to drop dead when he sees you.” After she said that, there was a knock at the door. “Ooh! There’s your lover boy now!” She handed your purse to you. “Go get em’, girl.”

“Thank you so much. I’ll tell you about it when I get back,” you replied excitedly. You opened the door to see a very well-dressed Ford. He was wearing a yellow button-up tucked into nice blue jeans, and his sleeves were rolled up to reveal his muscular, slightly hairy forearms. He was holding a bouquet of purple lilacs that were wrapped in a white ribbon.

You gasped. “Ford, these are beautiful! You got these for me?”

He handed you the flowers. “Of course. Do you like them?” he asked shyly.

“Like them? I love them!” you gushed, throwing your arms around his neck. He chuckled and hugged you back as you breathed in his scent. He smelled like bourbon and trees. This must have been some new cologne because he had never smelled like this before. Did he wear this just for you?

“Let me put these in my room, and I’ll be right back out,” you said with a huge smile on your face. You opened the door to your roommate standing there with a vase already filled with water.

“I’ll take those,” she stated, grabbing the bouquet delicately and putting them in the vase. “I was eavesdropping on y’all, so I went ahead and got this ready for you,” she said with a wink.

You laughed. “Thanks! You’re the best!” you replied, waving at her, and walking back out to Ford. He had a slight blush on his face. “Where are you taking me, handsome?” you asked, hooking your arm around his. This caused his face to redden even more. You loved making him flustered.

“Well, uh, I was wanting to take a walk in the park with you…gorgeous.” Your heart fluttered in your chest at his pet name for you. This was going to be a good day.

| At the Park |

It was a beautiful sunny day at the park y’all went to. There were flowers everywhere and some peculiar playground equipment that included a life-size chess game. It seemed as if maybe it was more for adults rather than children which interested you. Ford’s attention quickly went to the large Rook piece that was sat a couple of yards across from him. He looked at the piece and back at you. “Do you know how to play?” Ford asked giddily.

You smiled back at him. He was adorable when he got excited. “I actually don’t, but I would be happy to learn.” He beamed at you taking your hand in his and leading you towards the board game.

“What color would you like to be?”

“Hmm,” you wondered. “I’ll be white, if that’s okay with you.”

“That’s perfectly fine! I always choose black anyways.” He then began to explain to you the rules of the game thoroughly, but he might as well have been talking to a brick wall. You couldn’t focus on anything when the sunshine was hitting his whiskey eyes just right, and the wind was blowing his hair in a way that it made look bouncy. If this was the desert, then he was your pitcher of water.

“Does that make sense?” he interrupted your daydreaming.

You snapped back to reality. “Yes. Definitely.” It didn’t, and he had to help you a lot, but he didn’t mind. It was an excuse to come over and guide you. He admired your concentrated face and the way your nose scrunched when you were thinking hard. It was a sight he was taking a mental picture of.

As you were picking up and moving a piece across the board, Ford said, “I love the patches you put on.” You turned your head over your shoulder to look at him. You were going to mess with him.

“Ford Pines, were you looking at my butt?”

He began stuttering to explain himself. “No! I mean, yes, I was, but not in that way! Not to objectify you. Your butt looks nice. NO! The patches do, but not that your butt doesn’t-‘’ Ford stumbled over his words.

You burst into laughter. “I’m just joking with you, Ford. I put those patches on for that exact reason,” you purred, sending a wink his way.

“Oh. I see,” he chuckled. He would never want you to think that he only wanted you for your body. (However, he did want your body.) “I just didn’t want you to think I’m some kind of jerk,” he explained. You walked over to him and put your hands on his broad shoulders.

“Ford. You don’t have a jerky bone in your body. I have never once thought that about you,” you reassured him. You looked back at the chess game. “Since you’re about to win, would you like to go for a walk?” He smiled back at you.

“Yes. I would like that very much.” You took his hand into yours and started your walk in the park. You and Ford sniffed flowers, went down elaborately built slides, and climbed fake rock walls. There was so much to do at this park, and it truly was a fun time.

After doing some goofy poses with some statues, you both decided it was time to get something to eat. You continued your stroll together until you reached the end of the sidewalk. To your left was a little stand called “The Snack Shack” that smelled delicious. It had an ice cream cone and a hot dog painted on the side and was covered in red and white stripes.

“Ooh, this place looks good Ford! Do you want to eat here?” you asked, looking at him. He was already looking at you with a warm smile on his face. He darted his head to the building to make it look like he wasn’t already staring at you, even if it was obvious.

“Sure! My treat,” he answered, as y’all walked towards the check out. An older man in a Hawaiian shirt was standing behind the check-out. Next to the register lay a sleeping cat. It was a light orange, but the first thing you noticed was his paws.

You gasped. “Look Ford!” He was studying the menu above him, so you grabbed his arm to get his attention. “This cat is like you!” The cat woke up with a big yawn and stretched out. This cat has six toes on each foot.

Ford giggled. “How about that. It’s polydactyl. Extraordinary. What’s its name?” The cat rubbed its head against his hand and purred at the affection it was receiving. The man at the counter chuckled.

“Her name is Hex,” said the man fondly. “She’s my baby. Had her since the day she was born.” His gaze was drawn to Ford’s hand. His face began to look confused, and you were ready to sock this guy in the nose if he had anything smart to say. “How about that,” he laughed. “That’s something you don’t see every day. You got six digits, too! You know they say that’s supposed to be good luck, or something.”

Ford looked at you with a twinkle in his eye. “I would say so.”

| At the Bench |

Ford and you sat on a bench finishing up the pretzels and soda he got you two. A mother duck and her babies swam around in the pond in front of you, diving for food. You were under the shade of two trees, and a few people jogged on the asphalt track around the pond. It was perfect.

You leaned your head on his shoulder and observed the scenery around you. “Ford, this has been such an amazing day,” you sighed dreamily. He put his arm around you and scooted you closer to him.

“I concur. I have truly enjoyed this day with you, Y/N,” he replied softly. You could fall asleep you were so relaxed, but you wanted to spend as much time as you could with him at this moment. You looked up at him; he was a vision. You decided to make a move.

You removed his arm from around you and sat on your knees to face him. His head had turned to look at you, as well. You held your hand against his stubbly cheek. He jumped a bit but quickly leaned into it. “Ford… Can I kiss you?” You were so nervous asking. You weren’t used to making the first move, but you guessed so wasn’t he.

His face went red. “Yes please.” He seemed eager. You grinned and began to inch your face towards his. “But wait.” You stopped. “This is my first kiss, so I apologize if it’s bad, “he apologized. You were now millimeters away from his lips. You ran your hands into the side of his hair.

“Let me be the judge of that.” You pressed your lips into his. Every nerve in your body lit up. He sighed contently when your lips touched his. It was heaven. He tasted like the Cola you were just drinking earlier, but you didn’t mind. His mouth was so soft. Ford’s hands had trouble figuring out where to be until you placed them on your waist. His strong hands moved down to your hips to squeeze them. You moaned which seemed to fire up Ford a bit. He separated from the kiss to plant his lips on the side of your jaw. He left a trail of kisses down your neck making you shiver.

You would have loved to keep going, but it seemed that Ford forgot y’all were in public. Those joggers from earlier were coming around the curve any second now. You held his face in your hands to make eye contact with him. “Easy there, tiger, we got an audience.” His face went red, and he awkwardly waved hello as two people in athletic wear speedwalked pass you two.

As soon as they were gone, he cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately. His hands were exploring the exposed skin of your back. He unlocked your lips and looked into your eyes. You knew your face was flushed, and his pupils were insanely dilated. “I’m sorry, my dear. You are just so intoxicating,” he whispered. You could feel arousal building up inside you. You craved more of him.

“Should we take this somewhere more private?” you suggested.

| THE END |

Author’s Note: Third part: yay or nay?

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╭﹐♡︎﹕ Hello Kitty Obsession ﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 — 𝖲𝖠𝖤 𝖨. 𝖪𝖤𝖭𝖸𝖴 𝖸. 𝖬𝖤𝖦𝖴𝖱𝖴 𝖡.

ఌ requested by @yuujis-sunshine “Hello once again, I would love to send another request. Sorry if I feel like I'm requesting too much, I just can't help it. You too much of a good writer! Anyways, my request is Sae, Kenyu and Meguru with a s/o who is totally obsessed with Hello Kitty and even wears outfits inspired by the characters. Also, in one headcannon they wear onesies of a Hello Kitty duo plz and thanks. Have a good night/ day!”

cw/tw. fluff, black!reader

an. damn girl 😭 i can tell you love my writing, but you don’t have to say sorry it’s okay 🫶🏽 this idea was cute to write. I hope you enjoy your request <3

summary.- you’re obsessed with hello kitty and your boyfriend finds it cute.

SAE ITOSHI

Secretly he found it cute but didn’t wanna admit it.

He had a bored expression as you held up two onesies in front of him. One for you and one for him pleading and begging him to match with you. “Saeeee pretty please!? It’s only one time.” You pouted as you looked at him. Sae looked at the matching onesies before looking at you sighing in response. No matter how much he wanted to say no- he couldn’t, he spoiled you too much, he just couldn’t say no so with a fat long sigh he gave in, “Fine.” He mumbled watching how your eyes became bright squealing in excitement handing him the matching onesie, he looked at it in disgust but quick to wipe it away not wanting to upset you taking it in his hands going into the bathroom to change.

What the hell am i doing..

He groaned as he looked at himself in the mirror with the bright colors blinding his eye sight. He had to mentally tell himself..it was for you. It was for your enjoyment. Your happiness. And your terrible obsession with Hello Kitty. He breathed in one last time before walking out of the bathroom spotting you already in your onesie with your Cinnamoroll plushie, your matching slippers and blanket with a wide smile, he couldn’t help but feel his lip twitch up at how cute you looked. The onesie was a bit baggy on you which made you look like a marshmallow, you walked towards his taller frame looking at him with a smile, “Well don’t you look cute.” You teased watching how he rolled his eyes with a small red blush, “You’re so obsessed.” Was all he mumbled, he wasn’t WRONG- i mean have you seen your room? It was filled with so much Hello Kitty merchandise, you had slippers, custom shoes, hoodies, pjs, posters, hair accessories and so many plushies..so many that it covers your entire top part of your bed!

But you couldn’t help it..you were practically raised by your little love for Hello Kitty.

You rolled your eyes playfully pushing him to the side to walk over to the couch, “It’s not that bad.” That bad..he could practically feel that giant eye roll come. It WAS that bad, he’s spent so much money on nothing but Hello Kitty, you see something at the mall and says “Hello Kitty” you instantly want it. So of course- Sae being the good boyfriend he is..and the love of spoiling you (Secretly) he gets it for you. He regrets giving you those gifts for Christmas but as long as you’re happy with your little weird obsession it makes him happy. He sighed once more walking towards the couch to sit next to you, pulling your body to lean onto him placing your head on his chest as you scrolled for a movie. You softly hummed looking at the tv screen with a focus gaze, “What should we watch?” He shrugged looking at the movies as well, all of them seemed so boring..until- “We should watch Princess and the frog!” You yelled excitedly seeing the movie pop up, Sae furrowed his eyebrows but nodded his head. He’s never watched this movie but by the cover it looked interesting, so clicking on the movie you grabbed your phone from the coffee table to turn off the lights now it’s completely dark with only the tv light.

An hour into the movie Sae was focus the whole time when watching. At first it was weird of how she got turned into a frog but the adventures and music that was showing was making him interested. He was enjoying it, he was so focus on the movie he didn’t realize you had fallen asleep till he felt your head fall to his lap, he looked down to spot you fell asleep with the Cinnamoroll plushie in your arms holding it tight with small snores. He found himself softly smiling seeing his more cute you were cuddling with the plushie like that, he slowly took out his phone taking a quick picture of you before placing it down, turning off the Tv picking you up to take you to your room. You hummed sleepily cuddling your head into his chest as he walked towards your room, when he got to your room he was met with of course all the Hello Kitty stuff you had, he rolled his eyes walking towards your bed placing you down as well getting in bed with you, wrapping his arms around your waist holding you close.

You were gonna be the death of him.

KENYU YUKIMIYA

He found it cute and kind of concerned.

He knew since the first day he’s seen your outfit and the charms you had on your book bag you were a Hello Kitty girl. He didn’t really have much to say other than say he was concerned but later got used to it telling himself you’re just obsessed with Hello Kitty and that’s that. He didn’t think it would be a problem in your guys relationship but oh boy..every anniversary gift he gives you it’s Hello Kitty, a Hello Kitty plushie, a note book, slippers, even a robe. But seeing how excited you get for his gifts it never failed him to make him smile.

Just as for now, you two were on a movie date. Boring i know but you liked boring stuff, besides after the movie you guys got to eat at your favorite restaurant that was in the mall you guys were at. After you guys were done eating and laughing you both walked around the mall to see if you found anything interesting….not even ten minutes in you already spotted a store that had all types of Hello Kitty and other stuff in there. When he heard your gasp and hand tighten around his, he looked up to see you looking at the store that had Hello Kitty and other stuff in the display window, his eyes widened slightly, “Oh no.” He mumbled before getting pulled towards the store with a squealing and excited girlfriend, when you both walked in it felt like you entered heaven..there was all kinds of things. There were notebooks, back packs, shirts, earrings, plushies..your eyes were sparkling.

In the matter of seconds Kenyu lost you. He doesn’t understand how when the store is so small, when he looks one way he spots you at the accessories aisle, he blinks and you’ve vanished to the clothing section- it was like taking a five year old to the candy store telling them to get anything they wanted no limit. By the time it hit 6:30 he was drained, you guys been in the store for the past 20 minutes finding stuff you liked and wanted, he was relieved that you we’re done getting what you wanted checking everything out, he watched as the cashier rung up everything but couldn’t bypass seeing Spider-Man socks…and guess what?

He got the socks.

You saw him grab the pair of socks with a raised brow about to say something but raised a hand, “Don’t even say it.” You giggled shaking your head watching him pay for everything. The total came to $75.95, you would say that’s the cheapest you’ve gotten apart from the $1 keychain at Hot Topic but other than that at-least it wasn’t a bad shopping spree..right?

Right.

When you two walked out of the mall the sun was already setting, you guys walked to his car putting everything in the backseat as you got in the passenger seat and him getting in the drivers seat starting the ignition. “Today was fun.” You said looking at him, he looked at you with a smile nodding his head leaning in, “It sure was.” He mumbled bringing his hand to grab your jaw pulling you closer to him feeling his lips ontop of yours. You sighed softly leaning more into the kiss, for a more seconds you pulled away pecking his lips a couple of times pulling back fully staring into his brown eyes with a smile, “I love you.” He smiled also feeling his heart flutter,

“I love you too, my love.”

MEGURU BACHIRA

He found it adorable.

You had always been a fan of Hello Kitty. From your bedroom decor to your phone case, to your clothing and even shoes! Everything was Hello Kitty themed. Meguru had always found it cute and endearing, it was cute how child like you would get whenever you get Hello Kitty themed stuff but lately, your obsession had grown to new heights.

It was just a normal when Meguru decided to come over to your apartment only to be surprised with two bags and a giant Batz-Maru plushie on the couch. There were was a bag filled with some new clothes but he didn’t bypass how you got three new crop shirts to go with your collection, posters, and EVEN A FREAKING HELLO KITTY MIRROR?. Your boyfriend couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, he shook his head as he made his way towards your room spotting you on the floor with a a broken down table, nails, a hammer and other building stuff.

He took a good look to see it was a beauty stand of Kuromi, he sighed sitting next to you on the floor watching how focus you were, “Don’t tell me you bought a Kuromi beauty stand.” His voice spoke, all you did was smile devilishly, “I bought a Kuromi beauty stand.” He groaned clinging onto making you fall back on your carpet, you gasped feeling your heart drop as you fell on top of him, “Meguru!.” You scolded, he only giggled in response starting to peck your cheek and lips kissing you all over, “You’re. So. Obsessive.” He said each kiss he gave you, he wasn’t wrong..you were highly obsessed but it wasn’t that bad! You rolled your eyes staring into his golden eyes with your (E/C) one’s, “I’m not that obsessed..” You defended Meguru mocked you rolling his eyes as well, “Yeah yeah whatever..but anyways i have a surprise for you my monster.” You cocked an eyebrow. “Surprise? What is it?.”

…

The moment Meguru told you what the surprise was you froze into his arms as he stared at you with a grin, “Today?..like today today?” You asked still in denial about what he said but he nodded his head making your heart increase, in seconds you jumped ontop of him straddling his waist as you hugged him tight mumbling “oh my gosh” into his neck. Meguru laughed sitting up holding you still on his lap, “Baby you did not-“ “But i did, i know how much you love Sanrio so i decided to get us tickets to Sanrio Puroland.” He said proudly watching you come up from his neck with a face of disbelief, “Oh my gosh Meguru!” You whined leaning your head back onto his shoulder, you were so excited yet still in denial there was no way you guys were going to the theme park..THERE WAS NO WAY.

But there was a way. The day you guys got to the park your eyes were sparkling with stars staring at everything, you were in heaven you wanted to faint- but you didn’t. All day at the park you and Meguru went on rides, ate delicious foods and treats and even got more stuff animals to go with your collection. At the end of the day Meguru was absolutely pooped, he was in relief that you guys were finally going back to the hotel room wanting to take his ass to sleep. Right when you entered the room he instantly stripped down to his boxers grabbing his white sleeping shirt and grey sweatpants plopping ontop of the bed closing his eyes with a satisfied groan. You softly giggled to yourself, dropping the stuff you guys got at the park before stripping into your night wear getting in bed with him feeling his arm instantly wrap around your waist, “Thank you Guru..” You whispered pecking his cheek feeling a small squeeze on your waist as a response. You smiled at the small gesture, closing your eyes letting sleep of your own take over.

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