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daddy-bradley · 2 years

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Reunited

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Summary: After leaving for a dangerous mission, the memories between you and Bradley start to resurface as you anxiously wait for him to come back safe...

Warning(s): Some cursing, some angst, overall fluff, a lot of switching between flashbacks and present moments, so sorry if you don’t like it, just going with my creative flow.

Author’s note(s): First post, please let me know how I did! Flashbacks will be indicated.

*Flashback*

You didn’t expect to fall in love so quickly. But let’s be honest, no one does. The day you met Bradley Bradshaw was the day you knew that this man was going to be in your life for a very long time. It was a usual day at the hard deck, you were on the clock, serving your usual customers as Penny took control of the bar. It was packed with its usual civilians and navy men and women who come here to relax and get a nice cold beer after a long day. Today was no different, until a six-foot-one giant walked through the door.

His skin was sun-kissed, his dark brown hair singed with some natural sun high lights, dark blue jeans, heavy-duty boots, and a blue Hawaiian shirt. To put it simply, he was sex on legs, and you have never seen someone like him that could ignite that sexual attraction within you so suddenly.

Throughout the night you continued to serve the customers, and clean the empty tables, but your eyes somehow always trailed back to him. It wasn’t until you suddenly hear the sound of the jukebox cut off unexpectedly and began to hear the keys of the piano starting to play. As you got closer to the bar where Penny was currently taking an order, you could spot the Hawaiian shirt sitting at the piano.

The tune of ‘Great Balls of Fire’ began to play and enter your ears. And of course, to show off his musical skills even more, he began to sing. And already he had you hooked.

*Present*

You woke up to yet another day to see his side of the bed gone, empty, and cold. His scent is starting to fade more, something you always loved to smell when he was away. You haven’t heard from him since the day he left for the mission. All contact was nearly cut off and extremely limited. You were unable to hear his voice, but most importantly you were unable to see him.

The only thing that kept you from negatively was the amount of memories that you had captured with him. Photos, videos, letters, songs he had written for you, everything and anything that reminded you of him.

Every morning you wake up, the first thing ou do is grab your phone, open up your voicemails, and play one that he had sent you when he was away for a previous mission.

voicemail:

“Hey baby, I know you are probably asleep right now cause its about 4:30am over there, but I just wanted to call. I should be home within this week, and I can’t wait to see you. I know its probably lonely without me there, but just know that I love you and I’m always thinking about you. I’m gonna come home, I promise you that. I love you baby.”

End of Voicemail

He always promised that he was coming home even though you told him not to do that. You remember the last time you had told him not to say that-

*Flashback*

Today was the day.

He was leaving for the big mission, and although he couldn’t tell you every little piece of info, you didn’t care right now. All you cared about was holding him for what you hope would not ever be the last time.

“I’m gonna come home to you baby, I promise.” He whispered softly in your ear as he gripped you tight to his chest. You were no different, squeezing and holding onto him tightly just as well.

“Don’t promise me that. You can’t.” your voice started to wobble, and you tried your best not to let it break free because now was not the time to cry. not when he was leaving, and you didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that he could truly not return home if things went bad.

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me.” his finger tucked itself under your chin as you looked down at his chest, right where his heart hiding underneath and beating, keeping him alive. He lifted your chin up so your eyes met his and it took everything in that moment not to crumble. You had to be strong. You WILL be strong.

“I can promise you that.” he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and let his palm rest on your cheek.

“I’m gonna come home. I WILL come home to you. I know there is a chance that something bad could happen. But I promise you that at the end of it all, I will be home. I’ll come home straight to you, kiss you like its been a lifetime since we’ve each other, love on you any chance I get, and one day, hopefully, we’ll have a family. That is why I can make that promise to you, and why I’m making it now. I’ll be back baby, just trust me.”

With that, he leaned down and smacked his lips onto yours, but you weren’t complaining. You embraced it, the feeling, the taste, the warmth, every ounce of love that you had for him poured all in one for that one kiss. You didn’t even have to tell him that you love him out loud. He knew. You both knew.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw, we’re ready to proceed. Mission is a go.” His commander voiced in the background.

This was it now, he was leaving, and you had to accept it. Pulling away from the kiss, you hug him tighter to you than you ever have. This was a temporary goodbye you had to tell yourself, not a permanent one.

“I love you, Bradley.” You said in your last moment with him.

“I love you too.”

*Present*

You lied there staring at his empty bed as the voicemail had ended almost five minutes ago. Soon, he would be home and back in your arms. But when that was going to be, you had no clue. All you knew was that you wanted him there more than ever, especially now as you felt the little thumps pressing against the inside of your stomach.

You let your hand rub over the area where your unborn child was currently kicking at you to get on with the day. Stretching out your arms, you finally get out of bed and start your morning. You did your normal routine, shower, brush your teeth, get started on some early morning cleaning and then prepare to go on your annual walk on the beach with Penny.

As you grabbed your things for the walks, you notice the framed picture hanging up on the wall of you and Bradley. It was your wedding photo, you in your white porcelain gown, him in his naval uniform, your friends and family in the background as you guys are captured kissing concealing your lives as one.

You feel the tiny kicks again as you continue to stare at the picture.

“I miss him too baby.”

*Flashback* (Last one I promise..)

You felt like your heart was about to beat out of your chest. Or, you felt like your stomach was going to explode with nerves. Either way you felt a lot of things and you didn’t know whether or not it would be something you should be happy about yet.

The pacing back and forth was the only thing you could do to at least distract you from the timer.

“Relax baby, your pacing is making me nervous.” Bradley chuckled as he sat at the edge of the bed.

“I can’t relax Bradley. We’ve been waiting for so long, I just wanna know already.” you stressed as the pacing continued. You didn’t notice him standing up until his arms reached out to stop you.

“Honey, you need to calm down. Working yourself up over this is not healthy. You need to stay positive no matter the outcome.” he comforted you as he kept his arms wrapped around you, rocking you from side to side to ease your mind.

“We’ve been trying for a year now, and nothing has come out of it. I just want to start our family already Bradley. I want to experience being a mother, and you a father.”

Your journey to parenthood has been a long and rather difficult one. You didn’t have any medical issues, nor did Bradley. But for some reason, it just was not as easy for you to get pregnant. You both had come to a decision to start trying earlier this year, and while it is a fun process, the end result sometimes if not all the time left you disappointed.

You wanted nothing more than to give Bradley a son or daughter. Knowing he would be a great father just like his dad was. And he had no doubt that you would be a great mother just like Carol. But you just had to accept that you would have to be patient.

“We will experience that. It may not be today, and it may not be next month or next year. But we will have a child one day, I know it. You’re just putting too much pressure on yourself. You need to stay calm and not over-stress yourself, you’ll only make it worse for your health.” he explained.

He continued to comfort you as you took in his words. He was right. You knew he was right, and although part of you wanted to be stubborn, you knew you couldn’t deny it. As much as it pained you that the test could come out negative, doesn’t meant that you would never get the chance to potentially have a child. It’ll happen, you’ll just have to be patient.

Suddenly the sound of your timer went off signaling that you could now look at the test that would determine whether or not you would have a family. Hesitantly you both walked forward towards the bathroom and sink and mentally prepared yourselves for the result.

“It’ll be alright baby.” you heard Bradley whisper as you picked up the test. Taking a deep breath, you slowly turn it over and couldn’t help but let out your emotions.

“It’s okay baby, we’ll keep trying.” Bradley pulled you towards him to hug you, but what he didn’t know was that those tears you were letting out were tears of extreme happiness.

“We don’t need to try anymore honey. It’s positive.” you tell him while trying to keep your emotions stable as best as you could.

He pulled back and the look of shock was evident amongst his face.

“W-What?” you smiled as the tears continued to fall and flipped the test over that showed the positive sign towards him.

“You’re gonna be a dad Bradley!”

It was like a weight was finally removed from both of your shoulders. Finally, you guys were getting the family that you both so desperately wanted. You were able to make Bradley dad and yourself a mother. As you both embraced each other Bradley couldn’t help but wish that his parents were there to witness this moment. But deep down he knew they were there to see it. He just hoped that they are very proud of him.

*Present*

As you walked along the shoreline with Penny and Amelia, you couldn’t help but think of the past that led you and Bradley to where you are now in your lives. His recent mission was definitely a surprise and unexpected. Bradley didn’t want to go since you only had about two months till your due date but he had no choice.

An order is an order, and as a Lieutenant, he knew he a responsibility to uphold.

“Have you heard from Bradley at all?” Penny’s question had interrupted your train of thought as you both walked in the sand with your arms cradling your stomach.

“Not since the day we said goodbye before he left. He said communication was going to be very limited and that we might not even get to speak at all. I was hoping to at least get one call, but so far nothing.” you explained to her.

“I’m sure he’ll be home soon though, i know he can’t to be away from you and the baby. I thought Pete was going to have to carry him out of the house to get him on base.” You chuckled at her comment.

There was no doubt that Bradley was indeed very protective and most of all clingy now that your bump has gotten bigger. The sign that your child was very much alive, and very well healthy.

“Hopefully before the end of the week, cause I’m tired of the little one constantly kicking my back.” You grimaced as you remembered one point in time when the baby had given a strong kick one day that had you almost huddling over in pain. A true-tell sign that this was definitely Bradley’s kid.

“Actually, I think he’s gonna be here much sooner than you think.” You heard Penny said.

‘What makes you say that?” you asked her. All you had gotten in response was Penny lifting up her hand and pointing out in the distance. Sure enough, you had spotted the blue bronco pulling up the beach.

You know those glasses and shirt from anywhere. You know exactly who it is, and if it wasn’t for your seven-and-a-half-month pregnant belly, you would have tackled him on the spot. But you couldn’t. So, you did what every normal pregnant woman would do. You waddled as fast as you could as you ignored the pressure on your lower back and tried to get to your husband as fast as you could.

“There’s my babies!” Bradley shouted as he began to sprint towards you. It was all becoming a bit over-stimulating. Part of you thought that this was a dream, or some sort of hallucination but it proved to be real the moment you got in his arms.

His scent. The scent that has been comforting all this time was more pungent and evident. His hands elicited warmth that began to spread all over you, and the overall feeling of just being in his arms sealed the deal.

He was home. He kept his promise.

“I missed you so fucking much baby. You and our little one.” he held you as tight as he could, careful not to cause too much pressure to you and the baby. You couldn’t even speak, too in shock that he was actually here, in this moment, in this time.

“I love you. I love you both so much.” Finally, after what felt like a long time, you had found your voice, and although what initially came out were sobs of joy, you finally were able to speak.

“I love you. I love you. I love you, Bradley.” your hands held his face and finally after what felt like forever you kissed him. And it was the best feeling ever, minus the happy kicking that your child was currently doing as you both celebrated your family being reunited again.

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curator-on-ao3 · 7 months

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For the directors cut thing: I would absolutely love to hear you talk about "Facets of Belonging". I love this story soo much and I read it like a million times because it makes me so happy and warms my heart. It kind of became my head canon for pikeuna ❤️

Hello, hi, I love you! I’m extremely honored by you rereading that story, @azalealunalight, and, hoo-boy, am I happy to talk about it. ❤️

This is going to start a little down but get better.

Facets of Belonging was actually my second pass at trying to unpack Among the Lotus Eaters, an absolute garbage pile of an episode with shipper glasses off and even worse with shipper glasses on. My first try, a one-shot called The Curse of Memory, I very much wrote with my head as an attempt to make sense of at least some aspects of the garbage pile. That story got interesting comments along the lines of, “This writing is good, but I don’t like seeing Pikeuna like this.” And I didn’t either. I had tried for canon-consistency and made myself — and my characters — unhappy.

So fuck that.

Fuck that on the bathroom floor, actually.

So I wrote Facets of Belonging from my heart as a way to let love breathe the way I think it should — freely, honestly, with two people trying their best because they owe that to each other. And I had an absolute blast writing repressed Chris, Una who would have made a pass at him years earlier if she had believed he had any game whatsoever, and both of them not understanding why Batel dumped Chris (I wanted everyone to be somewhat valid there and I hope I succeeded).

It was extra fun to include all the “they were already married, your honor” details like Chris using the secret knock on Una’s door for their shared fresher, Una flawlessly reading Chris’ body language, and Chris and Una having chosen the bathroom rug together years earlier. (The first part of the story goes on and on about how comfortable and fluffy and thick the rug is because I know me and, if the story hadn’t done that, I would have spent the later parts of the story wincing as they made love on that same rug. But it’s okay because the rug is comfortable! and fluffy! and thick!)

In terms of the technical stuff, I enjoyed the shifting third person limited point of view. Having Chris and Una mentally vibing but him more brave while she’s always a step ahead and more calm as he worries — that felt right. Part of Una being a step ahead, for me, is how her consistent adjective for Chris is “exquisite,” while he thinks she’s “beyond beautiful, beyond gorgeous. Something else. Something new.” because he hasn’t gotten to “exquisite” yet … but he will.

In terms of other things that happen after the story ends — if bathroom plumbing on the Enterprise works in any way similar to bathroom plumbing in multi-family homes today, you’d better believe other crewmembers on their same plumbing line heard Una’s ecstatic screaming in the middle of the night. I like to believe Spock is among those crewmembers. Vulcan hearing and all. Gonna be quite a morning on the bridge, amirite?

Oh, and I feel like when Chris lets himself look at Una and actually consider shifting their friendship to romance, the primal attraction he feels truly put the “id” in “idiots in love,” if you will. (And him being like “whaaaa?” she called him “sweetie” was great fun.)

For me, Facets of Belonging is a Marie Kondo story — it sparked joy to write, cleaning out the mess from before. I’m absolutely pleased and honored and delighted that the story makes you happy, too, and that you asked about it. Thank you, thank you, thank you, @azalealunalight, from the bottom of my heart … and the fluffiness of Chris and Una’s bathroom rug. ❤️

Want more information about a fic I wrote? Send me an ask.

#fanfic director’s cut #i love asks #when the episode immediately after this one was the ‘there was only one couch’ episode i screeched #the joyful screech of a fic writer whose ability to believe the lovingly crafted fuckery she posted could be canon for just a little longer #and when we also saw chris’ bathroom in that episode and it has the extra door? even more fic writer joyful screeching #(do i extra love ‘charades’ for these reasons? yes - yes i do)#pikeuna #pikeuna fanfic #pikeone #pikeone fanfic #christopher pike #una chin riley #this story makes me really really happy so it was extra great to revisit it #thank you again #azalealunalight

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what-if-nct · 4 months

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I don’t care to go on anon because you usually know it’s me ANYWAY!!!

I cannot tell you how clingy and needy I feel today. Idk if it’s because my period is about to end or what but I have been craving affection for days. I think it’s because my friends stayed at my house last week but they’re not physically affectionate and now that they’re gone I just feel empty and sad.

Also, I’ve been extremely jealous of the fact that the literal witch that I work with gets more attention from the doctors than me. It makes me so mad because she brown noses the people in charge, but she acts completely different (manipulative, mean, antagonistic) to me and my team. I have a very ill-placed crush on one of the doctors, and when I tried to speak to him she butt right in. She knows I like him (because I can’t hide my crushes to save my life the room of affection is made of freshly cleaned glass!), and she will constantly do things to make sure I don’t get to talk to him.

But all I can think about is just being held and kissed on and I think I’m just not having my physical touch love language filled. I will survive, though. I can wash and dry a blanket and make it through the night.

Saaaame, I was literally crying the other night for no other reason than I want to be held plus my period is on the horizon. So I totally feel you. It sucks when your love language is physical touch and you get none. For me that's when I start to act up but because I'm trying to behave I have to suffer till my next date. Which we're going slow but I wanna go fast, I wanna go fast. And I totally get that empty feeling when a friend leaves even if they aren't as touchy. It's still like a person you're close to is nearby and it's enough. And I hope one day soon the nurse gets seen by the doctors for who she truly is. Cause the absolute nerve. And I hope you receive all of the doctors attention especially your favorite doctor. Me personally Id try to get a hug from him in the morning not saying you should try to and see what happens if you don't already. But if don't maybe who knows it could be a daily thing but I didn't suggest that. I was always able to get hugs from my crushes. Once in highschool when my crush was really high he hugged me really tight for a really long time and was super touchy and playful. So I'm not saying go for it but.... And there is just nothing like being held and kissed and adored I can't explain it. Maybe it's a fire sign thing. Cause every fire sign I've met is so touchy unless there's heavy earth. Now if there's heavy water like me oh the clingy touchiness is even stronger. But I really hope you get the chance to be held and kissed soon and you get your physical touch needs met.

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cecilysass · 1 year

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Still Feeling My Father Ascend (2/4)

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Chapter Two

Memory: 1972

She likes the movie. She likes it because at first no one listens to the girl character, Bernadette, but she keeps telling the truth, and in the end, everyone has to listen to her.

“Ahab,” she says, in shock, as the end credits roll. “Are you crying?”

“This one always makes me cry, Starbuck.”

“Why?” She is truly curious, climbing into his lap, trying to see his face better.

“I couldn’t say, exactly.” He shakes his head, slowly. “It just gets to me, I guess.”

“But Daddy, is that all real?” She gestures to their TV set, and her small brow furrows. “It all really happened?”

“You know it did,” he says, smiling. “Saint Bernadette was real. Your aunt has some water from the spring in Lourdes. She showed that little bottle to you, remember?”

“But Daddy,” she persists, “how do they know Saint Bernadette really did see the Virgin? She was the only one who saw her. What if she only thought she saw the Virgin, and she convinced everyone else it was real?”

“The spring in the grotto healed people,” her father points out. “That’s the proof.”

Scully doesn’t say anything to that, but she thinks of how sometimes at school her classmates are convinced that wearing your pajamas inside out makes it snow, or that taking a piece of people’s hair and putting it under your pillow makes them fall in love with you.

“Has Aunt Olive used her water to heal anything?”

“I don’t know, Starbuck. You should ask her, I guess.”

“If the water heals everyone,” Scully says, “then why do we even have medicine and doctors? Why don’t we just give out bottles of the spring water to everybody in the whole world who’s sick?”

Her father rubs his hand over his mouth, as though he is hiding a smile. Scully balls her hands into fists anxiously. She doesn’t want him to think her questions are funny.

“And—Aunt Olive has that big thing, that wart on her neck,” Scully continues earnestly, lowering her voice. “Why wouldn’t she use the water to heal that?”

Her father bursts out in an open guffaw, then tries to keep his face more serious.

“Why are you laughing?” Scully asks. She feels her cheeks go pink.

“I’m not laughing at you, Dana, I promise,” he says. “I just love how you think.” He ruffles her hair. “Personally, I think there are rules, Starbuck, like onboard a ship, and God’s a captain who respects the rules.”

Scully nods, toying with the end of her hair, watching him.

Her father shrugs, gestures at the credits on the screen. “But they’re His rules. It’s His ship. And sometimes, on very special occasions, He decides to break them. We never know exactly why.”

“Why did He pick Saint Bernadette to see the Virgin?” she asks.

“No one knows,” her father says. “He decided she was worthy.”

After that, Scully occasionally daydreams that God has given her a special task, that she has been considered worthy.

January 1994

Mulder doesn’t have a bottle of wine, for which he is very apologetic. He can offer her only the same inexpensive powdered hot cocoa that she herself purchased for him a few hours ago. He also has no marshmallows, whipped cream or flavored liqueur.

But he is being extremely solicitous, especially for him. After her hot shower in his mostly clean bathroom, he manages to find her an entirely clean sweatshirt and pants. He also provides her with a blanket, which she wraps protectively around herself on his couch. He carefully carries a mug of hot cocoa from the kitchen, passing it to her with an eager eyebrow lift.

“Comfortable?” he says. “Need something else?”

“No, I’m fine, thank you,” she says with almost comic formal precision. She isn’t used to receiving the full blast of Mulder’s personal attention. Not for the first time in the past few weeks, it makes her uneasy.

She takes a cautious sip of the cocoa as he wanders over to the window, bending his blinds down to look out at the snow.

He whistles. “Wow. Can’t see a damn thing,” he says. “Looks like we’ll be here until spring.” He turns and flashes her a winning smile. “Just kidding, Scully.”

Dana, he had said, just two days after her father died. Dana. He’d said it more than once. Her first name sounded unnatural from his lips, like he was an actor saying the wrong lines from the wrong play. Then he’d touched her cheek: like a family member, like a lover. All wrong. All out of place.

He crosses back to lower himself onto the couch next to her. “Want to watch a movie or something?”

She eyes him suspiciously. “I don’t especially want to watch The Spirit of Seventy-Sex, if that’s what you’re suggesting.”

“Please. I would never suggest that. It’s January, and that’s a Fourth of July film.”

She has a saucy rejoinder ready — “That one really puts a whole new spin on ‘the British are coming’” — but she comes to her senses and bites her tongue. She needs to make herself a whole new set of rules for Mulder.

They settle on turning on the TV. The local news has worked itself into a fever pitch over the blizzard, proudly flashing broken records over the screen. “Stay in, stay warm, and stay safe,” the meteorologist warns metro D.C. sternly. “Dangerous conditions out there, and those temperatures are no joke.”

“You should have listened to this wise advice,” Mulder says, making a tsk-tsk sound and wagging his finger from the other end of the couch.

Scully rolls her eyes and burrows further into the blanket. “Let’s find something else to watch, please.”

Mulder flips through the channels, pausing occasionally to gauge her reaction and determine if something appeals to her. He lingers briefly on figure skating, but she keeps her face impassive.

He stops again on “The Love Boat.” She sends him a withering look. “No? Okay,” he says. “I thought everyone liked Love Boat.”

She dismisses the home shopping network and People’s Court with a terse shake of the head. He clicks quickly past a series of cartoons and kids’ shows, apparently finding them not worth asking about.

When he lands on a young woman’s face in a black-and-white film, Scully hears herself say, “Wait.”

The young woman on screen wears a pale veil, her face heart-shaped and beatific.

Scully remembers this, remembers this so well. She remembers sitting on the floor in front of the couch, leaning against Ahab’s leg.

“Leave it here,” she says, her voice ragged.

The dark-haired girl is speaking with a stern man in an office. “Once you can mistake a dream for something real,” the girl tells the man, “but not six times.” Her face is swathed in light; her eyes shine unnaturally.

“Scully?” In her peripheral vision she is aware that Mulder is staring at her. “What is this?”

“It’s just…” Scully purses her lips. “It’s my dad’s favorite movie. You don’t see it a lot these days, so it‘s a strange coincidence that it should be on.”

“Oh.” Mulder turns to look at the screen for a moment. “What is it?”

“The Song of Bernadette,” Scully says. “From 1943. Jennifer Jones. Have you seen it?”

“No,” Mulder says. He stretches out his legs, sticking his feet up on the coffee table, and he looks over at her. “But it’s about Bernadette Soubirous, right? St. Bernadette of Lourdes? I know the story.”

“Do you?” Scully raises her eyebrows.

“Of course,” he says. “It’s an X-file.”

Scully’s face blooms into a smile. “Yeah,” she says. “I guess it is.”

Mulder apparently takes that as reason enough to recite the facts of the case. “Bernadette is an innocent young girl who meets the Virgin Mary in a grotto in Lourdes. No one believes her, because small minds always fail to grasp encounters with the numinous. Right?” He innocently bats his eyes at her. “The spring in the grotto develops miraculous healing powers.”

“That’s the story,” agrees Scully.

“The faithful claim the water has the power to heal in real life, too.”

“They do,” Scully says. “Someone brought my Aunt Olive back a flask of it once from France.”

“Do you? Believe it has the power to heal?” He leans back to see her face fully, as though this is a question he is very interested in.

Scully doesn’t feel like having this conversation with him, like exposing her conflicting feelings to his scrutiny. “Do you?”

“No,” he says, leaning back his head against the couch. “It’s sheer hagiographic fabrication.”

“Ah, so there are some things you don’t believe in.”

“And some, it would seem, that you do.”

His statement hangs uneasily in the air like a forbidden apple on a branch. Scully is afraid to touch it, knowing that it could lead them to talking about the Boggs case, afraid of the questions that might knock loose.

She turns her eyes to the TV again, to poor innocent Bernadette trying to convince the world she’s seen an otherworldly visitor.

“I always thought it was a strange movie to be my dad’s favorite,” Scully adds softly. “Not a movie I would have ever guessed he’d love, if he hadn’t told me himself.”

“Why’s that?”

“I would’ve thought he’d prefer a war movie. Maybe a western,” she says with a shrug. “He wasn’t an especially sentimental man.”

“Was he religious?”

Scully considers. “Yes, in his way. He went to Mass, he prayed over meals, he did the things Catholic fathers do. But it was my mother who cried at our First Communion. It was her who helped us with catechism. She’s the one who talks about the saints and Our Lady like she knows them.”

She shifts around until she is facing Mulder. His head is lolling back against the couch, but he is watching her with his intent green eyes.

“But when my dad watched this movie, it was remarkable — he would become quiet, his eyes would actually well up with tears,” she tells him. “He was so… moved by Bernadette’s belief, her suffering. It seems out of character for him, looking back.”

Mulder smiles gently at her. “People are contradictory and complicated.”

“Yeah,” Scully nods. “Yeah, they are.”

His eyes hold hers. Scully has the disquieting thought, looking into Mulder’s eyes, that she might never in her life have the strength of belief of either of her parents. Nor of Mulder, either. Maybe her fate is to live always in principled doubt, in the shadow of others’ certainties.

Abruptly she breaks eye contact with Mulder to look back at the screen. She finds to her horror that her vision is blurring. She blinks quickly, but she knows it will only be seconds before Mulder notices her tears. She is filled with regret, telling him that story. It’s exactly the kind of thing she should be avoiding, for her own good.

Mulder doesn’t have a chance to see she’s crying. Just at that moment, everything stops.

The room is plunged into silent darkness.

“Scully?” comes Mulder’s voice into the blackness.

&&&

Phone pressed to his ear, listening to the automated message for Dominion Power, Mulder stares towards the feeble gray light radiating from the window. He can barely make out Scully’s slumped silhouette on the couch.

He clicks the phone off abruptly. “It says power is out for 770 households in Alexandria and Fairfax County. No update yet when it might come back on.”

“Not great news,” comes Scully’s tense voice. “It’s going to get very cold in here very fast.”

“Hmm,” he agrees. He looks around the room critically, wishing he had a fireplace. His poor fish, he thinks wistfully. Not meant to survive in the frozen food section.

“I suppose we could risk driving your car,” Scully considers. “We could try for a hotel with power—or my place.”

Mulder walks to the window again and peers out to a haze of white static. “The weather does not look cooperative, Scully. It’d be worse to be stranded in the car.”

He turns to face her. The pale glow from the window allows him to see Scully’s expression more fully: she seems to be growing resigned, accepting this reality stoically. “Okay,” she says, tightening the blanket around her a little more. “Then what’s our plan, Mulder?”

“This happened once or twice growing up,” he says, trying to sound confident. “Nor’easters on the Vineyard knocking out our power. This is the drill: you pick one room, shut off the rest of the place, wrap yourself up, stay still, and try not to lose body heat.”

He sees Scully’s throat bob, an almost imperceptible swallow. “Fine,” she says. “Seems reasonable.”

“Living room makes the most sense,” Mulder suggests. “With a way to get to the bathroom when necessary.”

“Show me where all your blankets, bedding and towels are,” Scully says with a sigh that is barely a breath. “You’re not supposed to be lifting things.”

In another half hour it's accomplished, more or less. They have shut all the doors to the living room and stuffed towels underneath for more insulation. Scully has dragged every piece of bedding Mulder owns—or every bit she can find, anyway—into a pile in the living room.

The temperature is already changing. Scully has helped herself to a red scarf he’s owned since he was at Oxford. She stands in the center of his living room now, scarf wound around her neck, and she stares at the pile of bedding.

“The best thing is probably…” She trails off. “It would probably be better for us to stay more proximate to one another. Body heat is valuable.”

Her eyes fall speculatively on his sleeping bag, lying innocently there next to the pile. It’s an expensive sleeping bag, designed for serious camping and backpacking, and he has used it only a handful of times, preferring to use the Bureau’s equipment while on a case. Once upon a time it had a matching mate: a hers version to go with the his. The pair had been a gift from his father, who no doubt thought that Mulder and his FBI agent fiancée would enjoy an adventurous hobby like backpacking. But Diana left, and so did any notion of camping, and so did the matching sleeping bag.

Now there is only one. And the idea of shimmying inside, completely flush to his prim and serious new partner’s body, makes his stomach tighten nervously.

“Are you suggesting… the...?” Mulder says, gesturing to the sleeping bag, unable to completely keep the unease from his voice.

“No,” she says quickly. “No, that’s a last resort. Maybe we could sit side by side on the couch. Insulate with bedding. It might be hard to sleep, but…”

“I doubt I’ll be sleeping tonight anyway,” Mulder says. “Yeah. Come on. Let’s cuddle up, Scully.”

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They sit on the couch close together, so that the warm sides of their legs and torsos touch. Scully pulls one of Mulder’s quilts over their laps, tucking it in around them, and Mulder unzips the expensive sleeping bag, which he drapes around their shoulders. Scully piles some more of his bedspreads and sheets around them, trying to create some barriers against heat loss.

Sitting pressed into him, she can feel the reassuring flow of Mulder’s personal body heat: radiating from his shoulder, his hips, from his long legs, from his abdomen. She edges slightly closer, trying not to feel strange about it.

Mulder has a distinctive smell; she’s noticed this before, sitting next to him in cars, planes, in motel rooms. It’s probably the scent of some deodorant or aftershave or product he uses, but she’s overwhelmed with it now, coming off of him and emanating from his bedding. A slight spice, something woody. Her subconscious associates it with challenge, with argument, with excitement, with feeling well matched. She frowns.

Mulder glances down at her, shifting his position to try to see her better in the low light. “How’s this?” The closeness of his voice, its soft cadence, startles her.

“Fine,” she says, clearing her throat. “I’m warm for now.”

“Me, too,” he replies, nodding cautiously.

Human bodies are warm; this is just a reality. Scully knows that this is the most sensible course to take. But this isn’t what she wants at all. She wants professional, she wants impressed respect, she doesn’t want curling up with a boyfriend on a ski trip.

“Looks like we have some time to kill,” he says lightly, seeming to settle into the nest of blankets. “What do you want to talk about, Agent Scully?”

Scully considers. “Oh. I know. I’ve been meaning to tell you—we still haven’t finished the paperwork from the L’Ively case from before the holidays. There’s a set of additional forms to do when you work in tandem with international law enforcement. We should deal with that right away, Mulder.”

She feels Mulder’s body tense slightly beside her. “Wow,” Mulder says. “What a fun conversation topic you’ve landed on, Scully. Paperwork and Phoebe Green.”

“It’s on my mind, Mulder. We can’t let it go undone much longer.”

“Fine, fine,” he replies. “Do we want to do it right now? Seems like it’s going to be a little hard to do without a computer or a light.”

“No…of course not.”

“Okay then,” he says. “When we’re back in the office, we’ll do it.”

There’s a moment where they say nothing. Mulder shifts around, as though he’s uncomfortable. Somewhere out on the street, Scully hears an ambulance siren. She wonders how it’s managing to make its way down the ice-choked roads.

“Listen.” His change of tone immediately worries her. Too kind, too tender. “I know that you don’t want me to ask,” he says. It’s her turn to tense now. “But how have you been doing, Scully? With your father, the Boggs case—”

“I’m okay, Mulder,” she says. “Really. I’m doing fine.”

She hears the soft hiss of his inhale. “I think I was too hard on you during the case.” She turns her head to see his face better in the dim light, and she can make out that he’s closing his eyes. “I don’t know why. I said that stuff to you—about being afraid to go on the record sounding like Spooky Mulder.”

“Mulder, you weren’t—”

“No. I really think I was.”

She’d believed Boggs, even though she hadn’t wanted to. She’d been convinced by him singing her parents’ song, she’d followed his tips, even though Mulder thought they were bogus. All of that makes her hideously embarrassed now, makes her cheeks inflame, and she’s grateful for the dark.

“It wasn’t fair to accuse you of being afraid to sound like me,” he says. “On multiple occasions you’ve put yourself and your reputation at risk for even associating with me.” He releases a small bitter huff of a laugh. “Shit, I don’t even really understand why you do it. I don’t have any right to question you. I’m just … sorry I said that.”

His voice is rough, and she feels something well up in her chest in response, something so powerful she can’t identify what the feeling is. She swallows it back. She’s suddenly aware, too aware, of the contours of his long body next to hers. He’s an inconveniently good-looking man, Mulder. Scully wishes he were not quite so overtly attractive.

“It’s fine, Mulder,” she says, as evenly as she can. “I understand why you said it.”

“No, it’s not fine. Especially because you’re grieving. I’m just trying to say that—”

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore,” she says suddenly. “I made a mistake. I thought Boggs was something he wasn’t, and I don’t want to dwell on it. Lesson learned.”

He shifts in place again, clearly agitated. She braces herself for more questions.

“What lesson is that, again?”

“My personal life,” she says firmly, “needs to stay out of the work. And work out of my personal life. Or I’ll be prone to irrational decisions.”

He makes a thoughtful humming noise, considering her statement, and because he’s so close, it sends sympathetic vibrations through her arm and shoulder. She feels hairs stick up on the back of her neck in response.

“You mean like I am?” he says, after a moment. There is no resentment in his voice. He’s perfectly matter-of-fact.

She turns to look at him, but in the waning light she can barely make out his expression.

“Oh, Mulder, no,” she says. “I wasn’t thinking of you. You said it yourself. My personal feelings were clouding my judgment in this case.”

“No,” he says. “That’s not what I said, Scully. I said being back to work without time to process your loss could be clouding your judgment in this case. That’s not the same thing at all.”

“I think it makes me a less effective agent,” she says. “When I let … too many other things in.”

“That’s interesting.” Mulder’s tone is somber and difficult to read. “Because I think it makes me a better agent. Or more accurately—I think it’s the only way I know how to be an agent.”

She thinks of his haunted eyes, sitting on the floor of the motel in Bellefleur, telling her in monotone about his sister. She thinks of his broken voice on the tape recorder, under hypnosis, describing Samantha calling out his name. She thinks of his vulnerable expression when he listens to Phoebe Green giving the facts of a case.

“You know it’s true, Scully,” he says, a trace of self-deprecating humor in his voice. “I have absolutely no professional boundaries.”

“It’s different for you,” she says softly.

“Because I’m Spooky Mulder?”

Because you’re a man, she thinks. Because you’re tall and wear ties and people respect you on sight. Because you’re a profiler, who trades on personal connections with others. Because you have no personal life, really, because your professional life is your personal life, so what would there be a boundary between anyway?

“Because belief is your professional strength, and belief is intrinsically personal,” she says.

He’s quiet for a moment. “Well, Scully,” he says, “that’s kind of a flattering way to put it.”

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#x files fanfic #xfiles fanfic #the x files #beyond the sea

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xxiamtiebrousxx · 2 years

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Chapter 8 "Two Can Play This Game" (The Woman in Red | Spy x Reader)

Y/n didn’t even bother going into the club that night. She stood hidden in the entrance, watching Spy look for her. The car outside, the accent slip, the manners and the destinations. That night when she was nearly mugged. She figured it out.

Spy was playing with her, messing around with her and pulling at her heartstrings as two different men. Of course, this wasn’t Spy’s actual plan, but Y/n didn’t know.

So, in a fit of rage, she just went home, leaving Spy worried, then sad. He drowned himself in wine and beer. He even tried out a combination of whiskey, beer, wine and hot sauce mixed together. He came home late at night drunker than Demoman. The remaining mercenaries who were up were concerned for Spy’s current state. The booze got to his head and he was rambling about Y/n’s pretty lips.

“You okay?” Scout picked up Spy by the arm since he had fallen to the ground, laughing.

“You know, I think she stood me up,” he said, slurring. “Or, I stood her up?”

“She stood you up, clearly,” Scout. “Now let’s get you to bed, big guy.” So everyone went to bed.

Y/n was beginning to feel bad about leaving Spy/Jacques at the club all by himself. But he deserved it! Right? This guilt ate away at Y/n. She couldn’t sleep, so she went to Ms. Carmen for advice about her situation. She explained everything, including how she felt about the whole thing. And Spy.

“Well dear,” Carmen said, adjusting her glasses, “it seems you need to make it up to that dear man.” Y/n sighed.

“I know, but he’s messing with me,” she said.

“Maybe that isn’t the case,” Carmen replied. “How I see it is that he’s trying to prove something.”

“And what would that be?” Y/n asked.

“That he would love you the way you truly are.” She blushed, but she shook it off and laughed.

“You think I'm pretending to be someone else?” she asked, knowing the truth. “You think I pretend I’m a hotshot singer and not some tired server working hard at a terrible job I don’t like!” Carmen stared at her. Y/n bit her lip. “Okay yes! I love to pretend to be Y/n L/n the singer! I hate my life, I hate my tired waitress side. Martha tortures me everyday! I only have time for myself on the weekend. Then one day, a super suave guy who’s really attractive walks in my life only to tell me he’s two guys trying to show he’d love me as who I am and that’s hard because I don’t love who I am!”

“That seems to summarize everything,” Carmen replied. “It’s one a.m, you should be resting.” Y/n was panting. She took deep breaths until she was calm.

“Thanks Ms. Carmen,” Y/n said, leaving. “Goodnight.”

The next morning, Spy woke up with an extreme headache. He groaned, rubbing his head. His mask was still on and covered in drool. He removed his mask, which was covered in more than spit.

“What happened?” he said. “Oh right, I got boozed up.” He got out of bed and took a long shower, thinking about Y/n. Maybe she had just forgotten or whatever she needed to do made her so exhausted, she stayed home.

Or maybe she found out.

He showered for two more hours, taking up the hot water that Sniper was using.

Y/n slept in until the afternoon, when Martha started to call and ramble about how she was late.

“Aw, do it yourself!” Y/n exclaimed. “I’m tired of you! I quit.” And she hung up. “What was I thinking?” she asked herself. She buried her face into her pillow, groaning.

Today was terrible. She thought she was going to prove to Spy that two could play his game, get to work early, and then after realizing that she needed to make it up to Spy, go home, cry, and go make it up to him.

Taking Carmen’s advice from last night, Y/n cleaned herself up and walked around town, searching for Spy.

Spy also decided to take a walk to clear up his head. He walked around town secretly hoping he would find Y/n.

Coming up near the club, they both met at the crosswalks opposite of each other.

At first, Y/n was nervous. She didn’t want to be mad at him, but she wanted to be with Spy. She’d rather be with him than mad.

At first, Spy was relieved to find her. He missed her, even though they were apart for a while. So he crossed the street to her.

“Bonjour Y/n,” he said, kissing her hand. Y/n blushed.

“Hi,” she said. “Sorry I left in a rush.”

“That’s okay, cherie,” he replied. “I coped well with it.”

No he didn’t.

Y/n smiled. She rubbed the back of her neck. She should ask about Jacques? Or act oblivious to the fact?

“Would you honor me by staying for dinner at my place?” she asked. She wanted to act oblivious. Maybe she could get him to confess.

“Sure cherie,” Spy said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I’ll come over, if you promise I will cook tonight.”

“It’s a deal,” Y/n replied. “I bet you’re a better cook than I am.” They walked hand in hand back to her apartment. Cariolen and Carmen watched as Spy opened the door for Y/n like the gentleman he was. Carmen sighed, nodding her head.

“Young love,” she said. “It’s so beautiful.”

“Agreed,” Cariolen said. “Now stop watching them like a hawk! Let them enjoy their time together.”

Y/n had luckily kept her house clean for guests. Spy followed her into the kitchen where she showed him around.

“If you need anything, just let me know,” she said. “I can get some food if you need anything for tonight’s dinner. I’ll even stay out of the way.”

“No need, cherie,” Spy said. “I won’t mind if ‘ou stay and watched. I’d like the company.”

Author's note: Three comments and I will post my own art.

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madisonhunn · 16 hours

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May 27- AAAAHHHH!!!!!!

When I read through the list of churches to present on before leaving… I absolutely jumped on Santa Maria Della Vittoria SO. FAST.

But that was the last place we went so, I’ll get to it. I’ll get to it.

Today was a big church day. Something about the “sexy wine” from the dinner the night before must’ve made me wake up at 7:30. Good thing Ella did too. Class at 8 and we have to make a 30 minute walk? Not happening. Luckily we hopped up and got going within fifteen minutes. It was insane how fast we ran through the streets to get to Il Gesù.

It’s always the first church that I think has weird energy. And it’s definitely because it’s early and usually there aren’t many people around. But I did like this church. We were in there for not that long, but me and another student were talking briefly with one of our professors about the theatricality of the ceiling here and baroque art, and “respecting the craft”.

The next church we stopped at was San Luigi dei Francese. This church has three Caravaggio paintings about Saint Matthew. I looove Caravaggio. He hits all the notes for me. I love an unhinged punky man doing his thing and doing it well. Getting to see his works in person have been a definite highlight of this trip.

I also really enjoyed the Caravaggio [Pilgrim’s Madonna, 1604] that was in the Sant’Ignazio. Unfortunately and unsurprisingly, the Trevi Fountain was so busy and also being cleaned. So I will look at it better at an earlier time and different day. Also unfortunately and unsurprisingly, the San Andrea al Quirinale was not open either so that was off the menu too.

Nearing the end of our class day, we popped into San Carlo alle Quattro Fontane which was smaller than I expected. It was beautiful and super… delicate? Yet extremely expressive and also had super weird stairs and interestingly designed open space.

Then… my church. I’ve been excited the whole time to see this and truly have no excuse as to why I didn’t go before this day (Rome has been difficult in ways I can’t verbalize) but I was so so so excited to see Bernini’s Ecstasy of Saint Theresa. There’s just something so special about her personal account that pulls me in to it and to see this marble recreation of what Bernini would visualize for her just tickles something in my brain that nothing else can. It is so god damn gorgeous, I want to steal it. But I can’t without taking the whole chapel with me. They all work together too well to separate. But oh my god I need to look at this every day.

Anywho… rest of the day was chill. I went with a group of girls back to the UNIQLO store and then to dinner. I ate a pizza with a ton of tomato sauce (of course I didn’t know it was going to have an entire jar on it….) so everyone should be proud of me. Or don’t because I’m a baby and ate it with like only 10 complaints. So maybe everyone should be proud of me for not complaining 11 times. A win is a win.

In order:

1. Ceiling in Il Gesù. Sooooo theatrical.

2. Caravaggio’s The Calling of Saint Matthew, 1599-1600

3. The ceiling in San Carlo alle Quattro Fontane

4. Weird stairs

5. AAAAHHHHH!!!!!

6. Giant Calico Critters at the toy store next to the UNIQLO… why were we in a toy store? Why not? We live a little. We look a little. We love a lot.

7. Big fluffy dog in the UNIQLO store awww

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nella09archive · 8 months

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Marriage. 71

Chapter 71: Happy family

After all the crying, last night was just amazing. For the first time in 7 years, my neglected body was showered with affection. Even though we didn’t go far, I was still in bliss on how he was making me feel. From the way he kissed my breast, to when he made me feel that forgotten feeling. The moment he was between my legs, I was sent to heaven. What made it even better was how he was holding me as we slept. Dropping kisses on my neck, one hand holding my breast, while the other in between my legs. And This I was showered with the same attention, till we heard someone trying to open the door. Guess Goten is up. We shared one more kiss, and got ready for the day.

During breakfast I notice Gohan trying to avoid looking at me and Goku, and Goten seemed to smile at me. Either way, I was feeling extremely happy this morning. When I was collecting the dishes, Goku stopped me, and collected them himself. He even asked the boys to give him a hand cleaning them. I wasn’t going to argue; I just smiled as I watched them. I did twitch once or twice, from seeing a plate or two cracked. But I’ll let it slide this one time. He was trying to help, and it felt nice. I was going to start my usually morning routine, till he suggested I join them for a game or two. Maybe even a quick spar. Goten looked so excited at the thought of me and Goku sparring. I couldn’t say no. I don’t know how, but it somehow became a day about me.

Even the boys took care of lunch. Goten looked like he wanted to run, when he tasted Goku’s cooking. Gohan on the other hand, was super happy. Even I was super happy with the meal. Goku is awful at cooking, but it’s been years since I had it. Even though it tasted awful, I still enjoyed it because Goku made it. It took some work, but Goten finally ate it. “At least you can eat it, and it taste like something. Way better than Bulma’s.” Gohan trying to encourage Goten to eat every bite. I couldn’t help smile at that, and I even saw Goku smile at that.

After lunch, I was still not allowed to be by myself, or do any of the housework. Goku wasn’t allowing it. I should feel mad, but I felt happy. It’s been years since I truly took a break. Even when I took small breaks, they only last for a moment. I just couldn’t stay still. I became such a busy body. Somehow, with Goku back, I finally got a little break. It slowly feeling like a weight is being lifted off my shoulder, and it feels wonderful. After dinner, we sat and watched one of Goten’s favorite movies, and then Gohan’s favorite. As we sat on the couch, the boys were on the floor, and Goku had his arm around me. I couldn’t help to rest my head on his shoulder. This was truly a wonderful moment.

…

Daddy is doing dishes! And he asked me and Gohan for help. Mom isn’t yelling or telling us no. This is so awesome. I never get to help with the dishes. Unless you count the times, mom got sick and I helped Gohan take care of her. Mom didn’t like that. She would still do everything around the house, and when either me or Gohan tried to help, she yelled at us. But not today. Today mom is smiling at us. What is it about daddy that he could get mommy so relaxed? He got mom to spar with us. That was so amazing. Gohan looks so happy, but why is there’s tears in his eyes? “Did mommy and daddy do this a lot when you were growing up?” He said the last time he saw them spar, he was 3. Oh. So, that means it was before Gohan life changed. Now this is even more special than I would have thought.

Daddy made lunch, and it tasted awful. Why is mom and Gohan smiling as they eat this stuff? Dad looks sad that I don’t want to eat his cooking. But I can’t help it, it taste disgusting. “At least you can eat it, and it taste like something. Way better than Bulma’s.” I gave Gohan one more look, before eating a whole spoonful. He wasn’t kidding about it being better than aunty Bulma’s, but it’s still awful. I’ll eat it, but I sure won’t like it. As I ate, I noticed mom and dad smiling at me. Somehow it made the food taste better. How is that possible?

Afterwards, dad dragged mom outside, saying how she wasn’t allowed to do any housework today. That’s so not fair! If me or Gohan try that, mom would get so angry and yell at us. But dad did it and mom is just smiling. Is that the power of dad, when it comes to mom? Is dad supposed to be making sure mom is happy? Wait. Is dad job supposed to make us all happy? When Gohan used to try to make mommy or me happy, mom always said how it wasn’t his job to do so. So that means… It is dad’s job! That thought just made me super happy. So much, that I ran up to my parents and hugged them. But then something felt missing. When I looked back, Gohan was still by the house. Big brother get over here! He wasn’t moving. I then was picked up by dad, and he carried me and mom over to Gohan. Now the hug was perfect, cause now Gohan was getting hugged too. We ended up napping under a tree, till dinner time. I felt super snugged with my family surrounding me.

Dad even cooked dinner, and this time I was super happy to eat it. Afterwards we all were watching movies. I got to pick the first one, and it was my super favorite. As I sat on the floor, with Gohan, mom and dad were on the couch. Whenever I looked back, they were hugging, and had big smiles. When I noticed Gohan saw too, he also had a big smile. Somehow, today just felt super perfect, and I felt all warm inside. When bedtime came, mom read me a story, while Gohan and dad acted it out. It was so fun. I even got kissed on the forehead by all three. Today was really perfect.

…

Dad did the dishes. Finally, mom didn’t argue about getting help. Dad even got mom to spar with us. I couldn’t get emotional when I saw them go at it. It has been forever since I saw them like this. It’s been forever since I saw how carefree my parents were. I actually felt like I was crying. But I was crying because how happy I am to see my parents like this.

Dad even cooked lunch. It’s as awful as I remembered, and that made it even more special. Poor Goten. I tried pointing out that at least he’s able to actually taste the food, and it’s better than Bulma’s. When he actually starting eating it, I saw how happy that made my dad. It even made mom happy. This just became the best meal I had in my life. Dad cooking is perfect in my book.

Dad was able to drag mom outside; this is too good to be true. Watching Goten run up to our parents, and hugged them, made me feel happy, but also sad. Somehow, I felt like I was the outsider, just watching everyone else become happy. Somehow, it felt like I didn’t belong or deserve any of this. Big brother get over here! I can’t. I feel stuck to where I was. I was even thinking of going inside, till I saw dad walking over, carrying mom and Goten. When they reached me, I was engulfed in a hug. At that moment I let whatever tears I had fall. I then felt mom and dad trying to comfort me. Then dad did the most embarrassing thing ever! He had put on his shoulder. I can’t believe this! Dad is really treating me like a little kid. Even though I was feeling embarrassed, I was also liking the feeling.

We ended up taking a nap, under dad’s favorite tree. The same tree that had markings of his childhood, mine, and even Goten’s. Dad was even holding us very protectively. It was such a comforting and warm feeling. Dad even cooked dinner, and Goten enjoyed it this time. While watching movies, dad was hugging mom, like he used to do. It even gave me a warm feeling, that I couldn’t help smile at. We all told Goten a bedtime story. And dad actually read me a bedtime story. Mom always read and dad acted it out. But having dad read it to me, made me feel all special inside. Today was just perfect.

…

Good. I made everyone smile today. I got Chichi away from doing housework, and she didn’t scream at me. I got to spar with her, and I couldn’t help notice the looks the boys were giving us. Chichi looked happy, Goten and Gohan were the ones that had a lot of emotions written across their faces. During lunch, it kind of upset me that Goten didn’t want to eat my cooking. I don’t blame him, but it still hurt. But the moment Gohan said those words, and Goten finally ate, it made me happy. I know my cooking is horrible, but Chichi deserves a break.

After lunch, I had to drag Chichi away from trying to start house work. Not today. Now what to do? We could spar again, or something else. As I was thinking about what we could do as a family, Goten had ran up to us, and gave us a hug. He look like he was crying, I wonder where’s Gohan. When I looked up, I saw that he was crying, and looking alone. None of that. My big boy isn’t allowed to feel anything negative. I carried the two with me, as I walked over to Gohan. As we hugged as a family, my poor Gohan began to cry. Oh no. I can’t allow that. When he finally settled down, I carried him like I used to do. He tried covering his face.

We ended up taking a nap, and I held my family close. My perfect little family. The most precious thing in the world to me. I left all of you, and you all hurt. Not anymore. I’m here now, and not gonna let you get hurt anymore. Dinner time Goten looked excited to dig in, when I gave him his plate. It actually made me happy. We then spent family time watching movies. This was just so wonderful. I actually was starting to feel at peace. That long forgotten feeling, that I thought would never come back. When tucking Goten to bed, it felt awesome to do it as a family. And when it was time for Gohan, I felt maybe I should give reading him a story this time. He is older, and he never witness me reading. So, it’ll be extra special, just for him. Seeing him smile like that, made me feel I did the right thing.

Now that me and Chichi was alone, it was time to give someone special attention. I locked the door, and walked over to her. “Now tell me, do I have to ask?” She was blushing, and looking down. She was doing that thing I always find cute, and she only did it when alone with me. “Come on. Play nice.” She just giggled, and then hugged me. As I held her, I started to undo her bun. Once her hair was loose, I ran my fingers through her silk-like hair. “Shower or bath?”

“Definitely bath.” I smiled at that. As I gently scrub her body, I craved for more. Last night and this morning was such a tease, that it was madding holding back. But something caught my attention the other day, and I think it’s worth the wait. “Goku?” I hug her from behind, and ask what’s the matter. “What’s going on?” Um? “Well, Mr. Impatient is acting very patient after getting permission. So, unless you’re planning something, you better time me.”

I couldn’t help chuckle as I went back to scrubbing her. “Well, it’s really nothing important, or even a big deal. I just happened to notice you keep the calendar in the same place.” I then purred in her ear. “And I saw that a full moon is coming up soon.” She let out a gasp, and I nip her earlobe. I then kissed my way down her neck, and was all too happy to see my mark. I licked and gave it a little nibble. “Unless you want the boys to hear those amazing sounds, that I love, I suggest you either send them to your dad’s, or Bulma’s.”

“But Goku.” I licked my mark. “Ah.”

“Come on. I’m not asking for too much, am I?”

“No.”

“So, what do you say?”

“Ok.” I started kissing her neck. “Now come on, it’s my turn to clean you.”

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marlasomething · 1 year

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(my) Mag a Week: Falling Power

Hello there! I am participating in the "a mag a day" idea by @a-mag-a-day which is BRILLIANT and I decided to do "statement a week", rolling dice with the characters and fears that were ftw that week in the episodes I have listened. For today I rolled Archivist!Martin and The Vast (Eps. 192-198). It's a Season 5 style one...only one left after this one! As usual, please do forgive my quick tipper and non-native speaker mistakes, Marla Allons-y! CW: suicide, moraly grey or directly black behaviour, self-depricating speech Also on AO3!

Of too much freedom and loose limbs.

Audio recorded by The Archivist, in situ. I am so, so sorry. Not even you deserved this.

You can drink and eat all you want; your body will still register none of it. Just as breathing, even less, since when you breath at least the oxygen particles do something for you, not only disappear as they enter your organism.

Well, they used to do something, not anymore.... Actually, you can also breathe all you want! Or nothing at all! Isn’t this a freeing experience? Your whole physical form is beyond all exterior influences! Or interior, you can sometimes even hear how your organs dance, now gangly, since they have no function to cover.

For sure, maybe the world isn’t as hospitable as it once was, but…it’s not as if your tiny puny human form was going to go to many places, right? Even covering the whole planet Earth is but a crack in the entirety of the universe. Coming to think about it, since now you don’t have the whole Big Blue for you anymore…all you can visit in the corner that is feeding upon you, but without bothering much, you must admit…is almost freer, right? Imagine being able to choose a trip one day, but that doesn’t mean you cannot do another one right the following morning! Isn’t that just delightful ?!

All you can see is yours. Not to take, as it was before; it is far too vast for you to take, obviously. But to enjoy, let yourself loose…come on, don’t be anxious; there isn’t a cranny to lie down upon until everything is embraceable again.

Also, it won’t be.

Mikaele Salesa has always had everything under control. Not in a Mother-Of-Puppets-style, but in an I-know-exactly-where-everything-is-and-how-to-operate way. He had become an expert on having everything he needed at arm’s length…but those days were gone. He should have known, he should have known Sims, even if he had finally succumb to the Web, had still a very strong, unbreakable sense of justice, and he was not about to allow him to get away with decades of collateral damages.

So he had broken his camera, and he had then expected to be claimed by The End (since he has been escaping death as long as he has been alive), or The Web (for all his twisted plots), or The Beholding just because that was the World they were in now…Hell, he even thought of The Corruption, being him an independent and extremely clean man himself.

Never would have he imagined The Vast would be the one making of him a very long meal.

It made sense, though; now, there was nothing he could truly grasp, everything was far too immense for doing so and his very own body was just…also a floating mass linked to Earth for no particular good reason.

Even his limbs were a bit too free on its moves, the articulations twisting in directions no human body part is supposed to be twisted. He tried to run, but what people would have seen, having the mobility of a wooden puppet, having to drag the rest of his physical mass to…reach the door? What was beyond the door?

He didn’t want to know, because it was almost certainly more of this liminal open-sky space he currently occupied, another place to be remembered of his insignificant by giving him twisted versions…of…

…fuck, he has begun to forget how the real world worked. Enough of this; there were other ways of being a “good victim” of The Beholding.

He managed to put his whole body (limb from limb, almost finger from finger) at one of the Edges so cheerfully marked.

And he jumped to the vast uncertainty.

Forever, or, at least, as long as the current forever lasted.

I think that, if we maintained regular calendars…Salesa has resisted that jump for almost a century. This means that, well, he has lived more than he would have ever lived if Jon hadn’t taken away the camera…and used it to preserve himself as human as possible (the breaking thing was all a play).

To stay human… For me. Fuck, Jon…the camera has stopped working, Jon is starting to become…less himself. I am too; I have been for a while, even before Basira chose to join Daisy, walking into that End domain with…brute force.

So, with what we had managed to discover…We are about to do it, save this world, let everybody start from where they left…where I made them leave.

I don’t know if I will survive, or if Jon will become Jon again…maybe we both pass to another world, and get to be monster Somewhere Else.

At this point…I…

I don’t know.

#a mag a day #a mag a week #mag horror #statement #original statement #the magnus archives #fanfic #tma #magnuspod #mikaele salesa #martin blackwood #archivist martin blackwood #fic #the vast #magnuspod season 5

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honeyleesblog · 2 years

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can you microwave a blender bottle

A blender bottle is a plastic mixing cup designed with a secure and tightly sealed lid, typically containing a spiral metal ball made from surgical steel. The blender bottle is very easy to use when you want to mix some ingredients including both wet and dry ones to make a tasty blended drink. Besides, if you want to create smoothies or all kinds of savory and sweet sauces, salad dressings, then blender bottle can help you do it quickly. Therefore, the blender bottle proves to be highly portable and convenient as part of the package especially you are on a mission to get yourself in good shape at the fitness center. Besides, you and your family can also use your blender bottle for many other purposes to take full advantage of its great features. Due to its many advantages, a blender bottle is becoming a popular choice for many people and manufacturers are also introducing many different kinds of models to meet such demand.

As I said, a bottle blender can be used to make a good recipe easily, but how about heating your food in that bottle blender in a microwave at home. However, many of the blender bottle models on the market today claimed to be microwave-safe. So is it truly safe to use them in the microwave? You may see the answer to this topic varies across the Internet. Therefore, it is what I am going to discuss and I would like to share some information on this topic in this article.

As we may all know before that microwaving plastic releases some chemicals called dioxin which can cause cancer if you eat the food containing dioxin. However, that warning is not completely true because plastic does not contain dioxin itself but dioxin is created when plastic is burned. If you use your microwave and do not burn your food, your food is safe from dioxin. Recently researchers find out that there are plasticizers called bisphenol-A (BPA) and phthalates which are substances added to help shape and stabilize plastic.

They may leak and a small amount of these plasticizers may migrate into food. This amount proves to be greater with fatty food such as cheeses and meats than the others. They then regulate all plastic containers coming into contact with food. There is an agency to carry this test. Then manufacturers are required to test their container products to meet this leaking standards and specifications. Through the test data result, then the product is approved for microwave safe use or not.

Only the product passes this test has a microwave-safe icon on its label. The word “microwave safe” means that it is approved to use in a microwave oven. How about products without a microwave-safe label? They may be safe or unsafe just simply because they haven’t been determined or tested yet. However, it is safer to follow the popular belief, check the label to see if your plastic container can be safely used in a microwave. Always remember to ask if your blender bottle is BPA free.

Like I have mentioned, there is no major issue with using a plastic container or blender bottle in a microwave; however, there are a few things you should take into consideration.

Microwave is a very popular household appliance and extremely convenient for every family today. It is a common choice for those who want to heat food over that you have already cooked especially soups, stews, and casseroles. It is quicker and does require minimal cleaning. The key thing to remember is to know which thing you can put into the microwave and which one you cannot. It is best to follow the instruction carefully before using to avoid damaging your microwave with unsuitable items.

Regarding whether to put the blender bottle into your microwave or not, make sure to remove the metal ball inside your blender bottle before putting it in the microwave. Metal is a natural conductor that easily makes electricity flows through it. If you do not want to destroy your microwave, then keep metal items outside of it. Keep in mind that metals and microwaves don’t go together.

Second, blender bottles are designed with sealing lids to avoid spilling. When you put it in the microwave, the liquid inside then becomes extremely hot and a tremendous amount of pressure inside your blender bottle may also rise quite a lot and need to escape somewhere. Due to the unique pressure-seal lids on the bottle, the pressure will not be released until you open it. Then imagine what may happen, the hot liquid will spray and cause burn or injury for you or the lid may pop off like a cork leaving a champagne bottle and spill your food everywhere. So if you do insist on using a blender bottle for in this case, please be extremely careful and you must ensure your safety before opening the lid after heating it in the microwave. You are then not going to experience some potentially dangerous spraying of hot liquids as releasing the top.

How about BPA-free blender bottles? It seems like an obvious choice and it is crucial to know that you don’t need to worry about any potential toxic from heating your plastic blender bottle.

So far, everything all sounds good until now if you know how to use it.

Here is my conclusion on the question of whether Blender Bottles are Microwave Safe.

Regarding the question of whether blender bottles are microwave safe, the answer is that the choice is yours. It is always essential to prioritize your safety when putting something into the microwave that you’re not pretty sure about what may happen after that. It is probably safer to avoid microwaving that item in such a case. Then there is no need to answer the question of whether blender bottles are microwave safe but rather why you still want to use them in the way which they are not designed for. In my opinion, while you do everything with caution and ensure that you have already removed any metal blender balls or any metal parts of it as well as always slowly, carefully removed the bottle lid, I agree that you should not put your blender bottle inside a microwave at home.

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youmightaswell · 2 years

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Die!

The Bagel Dilemma Update

I wondered if I was the only person who found going into the bagel shop I wrote about in my last entry, stressful.

STAYED TUNED FOR MY OWN REVIEW

There are many positive reviews (the bagels are good!) but here you go:

Carly Cherone 1 review·1 photo 11 months ago I used to get bagels from here all the time. I stopped going into the store because the workers were rude and it gave me anxiety. But I still ordered their bagels sometimes because they taste good. Today, I found a latex glove (a whole finger) inside of the cream cheese spread. I literally almost ate it. How could they not notice this? Was it done on purpose? Grubhub gave me a refund and I called the restaurant to let them know what happened, and they hung up on me. Don’t get food from here.

K 1 review 4 months ago I am finally writing a review because I have had enough of feeling frustrated when I leave the store. I have been coming here for many years because they have the best bagels in New York. I look forward to inviting people over for brunch and ordering a couple dozen bagels from them on the weekend. Unfortunately the service is terrible, they are rude, and they charge you for every little thing, including slicing your bagel in half.

I noticed that when you ask for something that they are out of, like an everything flat bagel, they give you a substitution without telling you, like a whole wheat everything flat bagel. You only realize after you pay and are about to eat. They also make your food the way they think it should be made. Today I ordered a bagel toasted with butter. The employee told me that he didn’t toast it because it was “hot enough,” and refused to remake it, but at least he knows for next time. At around $3.20 for a toasted bagel with butter, my bagel should actually be toasted. The manager is always unavailable when I ask to speak to them.

kyle witz 12 reviews·23 photos a year ago I’ve gone here my entire life. You can see that I reviewed positively with 5 stars under the same name about five years ago. This place has fallen apart, even as they’ve renovated and cleaned up. And the reason is for the service. The bagels taste just as good as they always have. But the place has had it’s good vibe destroyed by the extremely rude behavior of it’s employees, but especially by one man who I believe even his own coworkers dislike. And he is the taller guy who works the register. He is always humiliating and disparaging his co-workers, talking back and behaving rudely towards customers, and creates problems and confusion with everyone. Then on the other hand they will mess up your order because their system for taking orders is highly flawed and then try to make you feel bad for asking them to make what you asked for. Three stars because the bagels and coffee are good, the place is clean with a bathroom.

Charlie Panoff 10 reviews·1 photo 4 months ago The bagels are so good that I have given them chances time and time again. The staff, however, is unable to get any order right. The lady at the register just makes up prices on the fly. I once ordered a toasted everything bagel with cream cheese and the guy says “plain bagel with veggie cream cheese?” I then repeated my order and ended up with a sesame bagel with butter. I was the only one in the store at the time. I also ordered the same thing four days in one week and paid $15.80, $14.50, $17.25 & $15.67. Huh? I ORDERED THE SAME THING. Go to another location for your own sanity.

Hannahkatherin3 2 reviews 3 months ago Truly some of the worst, most unkind and uncaring staff I’ve ever encountered. They sometimes will outright refuse to make something on the menu for no reason other than literal laziness. The bagels are fine but 9/10 times I’ve gotten it toasted it came burnt. They are also very expensive for no reason. The only nice staff I’ve ever seen here is a young man and he’s not usually there, it’s typically these grouchy old men who seem to make their own rules

Samantha Nowak 3 reviews·1 photo 2 months ago Wow, just incredibly poor service, snarky guy taking our order gaslighted us into thinking we had messed up our own order twice. The ill-mannered tall man was not even wearing a mask like the rest of his team and seemed to think he was above the situation at hand. Then when we asked to change it, he haphazardly gave me a cold bagel still with the wrong cream cheese. My order is an everything bagel toasted with cream cheese, not that hard. For $6 to get a cold and incorrect order is just a waste of my time and money. Does it help to say that the bagels are mediocre at best? Needless to say, we will never be coming back here!

K S 5 reviews a week agoNEW Unbelievably rude. I walked in behind a family and the gentlemen helped them I stood there at the same spot the family ordered from for 10 min. The guy then yelled at me to get in line. He wouldn’t take my order where the family ordered bc I was not in the right line. They are unbelievably overpriced but delicious however nasty and angry. No thanks I will go elsewhere .Note to management step it up with the employees. They don’t care about the customers. This is the second time something like this has happened. You are not the only bagels in town.

Patrick L Local Guide·87 reviews·72 photos a year ago The bagels and coffee were very decent. The staff, however, was weird. Seemed to be annoyed that everyone was ordering food and drinks. Overall not a bad experience and the food was good.

Sharon Kenney 13 reviews·12 photos a year ago The staff are so rude and seem like they are always in a bad mood. Very disorganized. They do not have a good system of ordering and waiting. The bagels aren’t bad, but you can find much better at other bagel shops close by. The terrible service makes it completely not worth it.

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shawtuzi · 2 years

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Our Favorite Girl

i haven't been seeing enough fics with tengen AND the wives so you already know i had to make one myself for the girls so pls enjoy.

minors dni obvi 18+ content warnings include: fem!reader, polyship, a whole bunch of praise, oral (female receiving), soft!dom tengen, barely any plot i went straight for the smut lol// word count 2.7k+ (if i missed any warnings so sorry)

It started off as a normal job it really did! You were simply a maid for a nice gentleman and his even nicer wives. Yes wives plural. It was a little odd at first but after a couple times being at their house you began to be intrigued by the way they interacted with each other. The wives are all extremely nice and caring about your wellbeing insisting that you work too hard when actually it seemed to be the opposite.

Whenever you broke the slightest sweat scrubbing the floors Makio would get on her knees and help you, eventually in the process telling you to take a break while she did the rest. While you would be doing the dishes Suma would stop by shyly asking if she can help you, and of course you couldn’t say no so you gave her the job of drying while you washed. Trying to do any job in front of Hinatsuru was pointless. She used to be like Makio helping you then insist you take a break but now she would just simply do it herself. Tengen never disturbed you while you worked but every night when he bid you farewell he would always whisper a soft, “you’re too good to us truly…see you tomorrow Y/N.”

Today was no different. You were cleaning the pool while the three wives were sunbathing practically begging that you ditch the work and soak up the warm sun with them. “C’monnn Y/N we wanna hangout with you” Suma pouted sitting up straight her breasts bouncing lightly as she did so. You gulped looking at her perfect body shaking your head, “I-I really shouldn’t don’t you guys wanna go swimming in a nice clean pool?” you asked while skimming the water. Makio was the next to get up, she walked over to the pool and pushed her sunglasses up inspecting the pool. “Looks good to me” she smirked turning her head to the other wives, “guys wanna get in the water feels amazing” she yelled, swishing her foot around in the water.

“That sounds like an amazing idea,” Hinatsuru smiled. Getting up she grabbed Suma’s hand bringing her over, “Y/N you should join us we don’t want you to overheat now do we?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow. “No we don’t and she’s already wearing a swimsuit!” Suma piped up hearts practically appearing in her eyes looking at you in your bikini and jean shorts with the button and zipper undone. “C’mon Y/N pleaseee” Suma pouted, giving you those doe eyes you can’t resist. You sighed a small smile coming onto your face, “I mean I guess it is beautiful today.” The wives broke into beaming smiles all getting into the water.

You got in immediately covering yourself with your arms. They were all so damn beautiful and perfectly in shape. Don’t even get me started with Uzui. “Don’t cover yourself love, you’re beautiful” Hinatsuru frowned, pulling your hands away “very beautiful… does your boyfriend ever tell you how beautiful you are?” she asked, referring to your now ex. “Uh we actually broke up” you mumbled, swirling your fingers around in the water.

“Ohh no Y/N what happened?!” Suma cried swimming over to you wrapping her arms around you tightly, she nuzzled her head into your neck and you couldn’t help but feel a warmness in your chest at the affection. Suma pulled away but moved her hands down to your waist keeping a slight grip. “Yes what happened honey” Makio frowned coming over as well, she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear making you shiver. All three women were huddled around you with frowns and sad eyes.

“He wanted me to quit my job here… kept saying I spent too much time here” the three of them in sync raised their eyebrows, looks of disgust washing over their once saddened faces. Before they could interject you spoke again, “it was either quit the job or break up and it looks like I made the right choice. You guys and Uzui care more about me than him” you said, making them break into smiles. “It’s true Y/N! It’s true we care about you so much” Suma spoke and the other wives agreed nodding their heads.

“We really do. Especially our husband, he may not say much in front of you but just know you hold a place in all our hearts” Hinatsuru whispered, rubbing soothing circles on your back, toying with the strings of your bikini every once in a while. “Mhm you’re way more than just a maid to us Y/N, right guys?” Makio spoke not taking her eyes off of you.

The atmosphere was completely different now. It went from a comforting environment to there being tinges of sexual tension in air growing thicker by the second. “I-I care about you guys too and Tengen…so much thank y-” before you could finish your sentence Suma pressed her soft lips against yours making you gasp in surprise. She took the opportunity to shove her tongue in your mouth.

“Sorry about that, you know how Suma can be, she can’t help herself when she wants something” Hinatsuru laughed moving her body behind yours, she brought her hands to your breasts massaging them gently making you moan. “It’s true it's too cute” Makio giggled, pressing a kiss to the side of Suma’s head before bringing her attention to you. She left kisses up and down the side of your neck toying with the waistband of your bikini. “Do you want to go inside? I’m sure it’d be more comfortable” she whispered in your ear nibbling on the lobe. You nodded your head dumbly too distracted in Suma’s sweet kisses.

Fast forward to when they take you to their gigantic master bedroom. You sat on the bed and they made quick work ridding you of your bikini. Makio came behind you untying your top while Suma pulled down your bikini but the sight of your bare chest made her stop in her tracks stopping midthigh. “Oh wow Y/N they’re so pretty” she said bringing her hand up to your right tit brushing her thumb over your nipple. Seconds later she attached her mouth to it, swirling her tongue around your nipple. Suma pulled your bottoms down the rest of the way, once they were off she released your nipple with a lewd ‘pop’.

“Go on, spread your legs darling” Hinatsuru said, kneeling next to Suma. The look she gave you could’ve made you cum right then and there but you held it together slowly spreading your legs making Suma gasp. “O-oh! Y/N your pussy is so pretty isn't it Hinatsuru?” she squealed pressing kisses on the insides of your thighs. “Mhm it is baby” she whispered licking her lips at the sight of your soaked pussy. “May I?” she asked not taking her eyes off your pussy. You nodded slowly, your eyes fluttering shut when you felt Makio leave wet kisses on your neck. She gave you a small smile before licking a stripe up your cunt moaning at the taste of you.

“Mmm she tastes so good here Suma taste” Hinatsuru brought her hand behind Sumas’s neck bringing her in for a sloppy kiss. Hinatsuru pulled away a line of spit connecting their lips, “tastes good yeah?” she whispered and Suma breathlessly nodded, licking her lips. “C-can I have some more?” she asked, bringing her eyes to your dripping pussy. Hinatsuru nodded a smirk coming onto her face, “of course you can baby go ahead.” She pushed Suma’s head gently towards your pussy and Suma wasted no time wrapping her lips around your clit.

You let out a broken moan resting your head back on Makio’s shoulder. “Feel good Y/N?” Makio whispered in your ear leaving gentle kisses on it. “Y-yes oh-!” you squealed out when you felt fingers prod at your entrance. You looked down and saw Hinatsuru spreading your legs open even more, her fingers slowly pushing into you as Suma continued to lap and suck at your clit.

Little did you all know Uzui was leaning against the door taking it the scene before him. It was really a sight to behold. Makio was kissing and sucking at your neck leaving little hickeys as she did so, meanwhile Suma and Hinatsuru were kneeling on the ground playing with your pussy. Suma was licking at your pussy moaning at the taste and Hinatsuru was pushing her fingers in and out of you at a quick pace while rubbing Suma’s clit through her bikini bottoms. And you…

You looked completely blissed out. Your eyes were clenched shut and you hands were fisting the covers beneath you while grinding your hips against Suma’s tongue and Hinatsuru’s fingers.

“I-I’m gonna cum” you whimpered your legs starting to shake from all the pleasure you were receiving. Being the sadist he was, Tengen decided to step in the room ruining your almost perfect orgasm. “Well what do we have here?” he chuckled, taking slow strides towards the bed. “Suma got excited and kissed the girl” Makio giggled, pinching your nipples making you gasp. “My poor baby can never help herself can she?” he smirked, running his fingers gently through Suma’s hair before gripping it roughly pulling her back, “can you?”

“N-no I can’t” she whimpered, making Tengen’s smirk a little wider. “Oh leave her be Uzui, if anything we should be thanking her” Hinatsuru cooed pressing a kiss to Suma’s shoulder. “Now let her get back to what she was doing, poor Y/N was about to cum” she said, dragging her middle and ring finger between your folds. Tengen complied, releasing his grip on Suma’s hair, as soon as he did Suma returned to her place between your thighs licking up your wetness.

Between the wives toying with your body and Tengen’s hard stare you were cumming within minutes your thighs shaking at the intensity. Uzui hummed bringing his hand to your face to caress it lightly, “do my wives make you feel good Y/N?” he questioned brushing his thumb over your bottom lip before shoving it in your mouth. You moaned around his finger nodding slowly. “Would you ladies mind if I joined you?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow. “Yes of course you can!” Suma beamed standing up making quick work to undo his tie and buttoned down shirt. Hinatsuru joined in removing his suit jacket while Makio got on her knees undoing his belt, “my babies are always so helpful” he cooed, pressing a kiss to Hinatsuru’s lips while Suma pressed desperate kisses on his neck.

Makio pulled down his slacks and briefs allowing his already hard cock to be set free. “How long were you watching us perv?” Makio giggled, stroking his cock slowly. He groaned licking his lips, “not long but can you blame me?” he chuckled, patting her on the head. You watched them like you were in a trance rubbing your thighs together to ease the aching between your legs. “Y/N?” you heard Uzui speak up and you quickly brought your attention to him. “I want you to ride me” he bluntly said, making you gulp.

Fast forward once more to you straddling Tengen’s stomach as you hovered above his cock the three wives undressed as well. “It’s okay love we got you” Makio whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You took a deep breath as you lowered yourself onto him, whimpering at the stinging stretch of him practically splitting you open. “Good girl” Makio giggled, gripping your chin between her fingers and pressed a loving kiss to your lips, “now can you keep being our good girl and make our husband feel good?” she mumbled against your lips and you nodded, grinding your pussy against Tengen making him groan.

Your slow grinding turned into frantic bouncing as you rode Uzui like your life depended on it. Hinatsuru took this as an opportunity to sit on Tengen’s face and he wasted no time licking and slurping at her cunt. “Mmm T-Tengen” she whimpered, finding balance on his hard chest. While the three of you were tangled up in each other Makio had Suma on all fours eating her pussy from the back like a woman starved. You looked over at Makio and bit your lip seeing her wet pussy on display begging to be touched.

You took it upon yourself to slip a finger into her pussy making her moan loudly into Suma’s pussy. “S-so wet” you muttered, sliding another finger in. Uzui wrapped his muscly arms tightly around Hinatsuru’s thighs before bucking into you roughly. “O-oh my gosh” you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut but not once stopping your quick movements on Makio’s sopping pussy. Hinatsuru pulled you in for a kiss, shoving her tongue in your mouth without warning. The sounds in the room were downright disgusting but it was music to Tengen’s ears hearing his girls feel good.

With the way you were riding his dick he was fighting the urge to put a ring on your finger right then and there. “M’gonna cum” Hinatsuru whimpered against your lips grinding her pussy harder onto Tengen’s face practically suffocating the man. It wasn’t long before she was cumming all over his face, your orgasm soon following along. “Fuuuck” Uzui groaned, feeling you cum all over his cock, your wetness dripping down his balls. He lifted Hinatsuru off his face with ease, licking his lips “tastes amazing as always angel” he smirked winking up at her making her face flush.

“Suma baby come sit on daddy’s dick” he rasped slowly lifting you off of his cock and onto his face. Before he dove him he craned his neck to the other two women, “Hinatsuru take care of Makio my poor baby’s pussy has been neglected for too long.” Hinatsuru nodded obediently before laying next to Uzui she smiled at Makio, “on my face love.” Makio quickly crawled up her chest lowering her pussy onto Hinatsuru’s face, immediately moaning loudly when she felt Hinatsuru wrap her lips around her clit.

“That’s my girl’s” he smirked before bringing his attention to you burying his head in your pussy. He groaned when he felt Suma’s pussy on him, the vibrations making you shiver. “O-oh Uzui feels so good love you so much” Suma whimpered, bringing her hands to your shoulders for balance. “Love you more baby. Love all of you so fucking much even you Y/N wanna make you my wife” he grunted bucking his hips into Suma making her squeal. “Please marry her daddy she’s so fun we l-love her” Makio moaned, threading her fingers into Hinatsuru’s soft hair.

You gasped when you felt Uzui suckle at your clit making your thighs shake, “y-yes wanna be your guys’ wife please make me your wife” you whimpered feeling your orgasm approach. Your words made each of them moan. The effect you had on them was crazy. It wasn’t long before Suma was cumming all over Tengen’s cock with a loud moan almost collapsing from pleasure. Makio and you followed suit cumming all over Hinatsuru and Uzui’s faces soaking them from the nose down.

“F-fuck I’m gonna cum you all know what to do” he rasped making them all squeal. “C’mon Y/N this is our favorite part!” Suma smiled as she got on her knees along with the other wives sticking their tongues out. You quickly followed behind doing the same as them while Tengen stood up aggressively jerking his painfully hard cock. He was cumming seconds making sure each of you had a taste. “Before you swallow I wanna do something” he said before quickly searching for his phone and taking a picture of the beautiful sight before him.

“Swallow” was all he said and you all quickly obeyed, making him smile. “My perfect girls, let’s get into bed Y/N will be staying with us tonight if that’s okay with her of course” he said, making you smile. You nodded quickly following the other wives into the bed. Uzui was in the middle with his arms stretched out and you snuggled into his side while Suma nuzzled her way into the other. Hinatsuru wrapped her arms around Suma while Makio wrapped her arms around you leaving a small kiss on your shoulder.

“Sleep tight angels, I love you all so much.”

#demon slayer smut #uzui smut #tengen uzui smut #uzui x reader #tengen uzui #tengen smut #tengens wives #kny smut #kny x reader #kny x you #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer x reader #my writing #tengen <3

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ch4nb4ng · 3 years

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Ruined Silk

Pairing: Prince!Jisung x afab!servant reader

Contains: virgin reader, cocky jisung, fingering, corruption, praise, penetration, abuse of power (?), unprotected sex (don't be silly wrap your willy !), soft!dom jisung, virgin!inexperienced reader

Word Count: 6.9k (this was only meant to be like 3k LMAO)

Summary: Being a servant to the royal family was everything you had dreamed of since you could remember. But what happens when you become the servant of the prestigious prince? Only time will tell.

Tagged: @changbinscypher !

You were finally at the age. The grand age where you could work at the palace of the superior. The highest kingdom in all of the land. The Han’s. It felt like a dream; something you aspired to do since being a little girl. Working for the most royal of royal families was your future.

“Rise and Shine everybody!”

You arose from your slumber, head foggy and eyes drowsy as you quickly jumped out of bed, heading to the shower for another day of housework. The feeling of the hot water on your skin, the absorption of the scorching liquid pouring into your muscles was an extremely soothing feeling. It was hard work, aching muscles and sore joints since you had begun your employment at the Han residence. Nevertheless, it was a rewarding job once all of the necessary work was completed. A clean palace, food served, royalty satisfied; was there anything better than that?

A knock was heard at the door.

“Just a minute!”

You quickly turned the handle, covering yourself with the somewhat rugged towel as you opened the door, but only enough for the head maid to see your face only.

“Good morning y/n, hope you slumber was decent.”

Master Chan was one of the nicest people you ever had the pleasure of meeting. Yes, he was strict about work, but he was fair. You were grateful that he took you under his wing when you had arrived, especially since you were the only one chosen from your hometown. Most of the new maid’s knew each other, so it was difficult at first to get into the groove. But it was when Master Chan introduced himself to you on the first day, that it wouldn’t be as difficult as you had previously thought it would be.

“Morning Master Chan.”

You smiled, keeping a conscious effort to not embarrass yourself by accidentally letting the towel fall to the floor, or pushing the door too far open. His smile was pure, innocent. The kindest one you had ever laid your eyes on.

“On the house chores again today?”

“Uhm, no actually,” he paused, clearing his throat, unsure if he should explain now or when you were fully dressed, “Why don’t you get dressed and we chat about today outside?”

“Oh, uhm, sure, I’ll be out in a minute!”

You were slightly confused, unsure what else you could possibly do around the house as a new maid. Nonetheless, you were just as enthusiastic. Making quick use of your hands, you dressed yourself promptly, mastering your appearance in the mirror, before stepping out of the bathroom. You grinned as you saw Master Chan sitting on the edge of your bed. His hand moved with grace, lightly patting the material next to him as an invitation for you to sit down.

“So.”

He began, letting you get comfortable first.

“You have been doing fantastic. At first I was nervous, seeing as you were the only person selected from your hometown, but you truly have surprised me with how fast you are learning.”

“Oh wow” you gasped, taken aback by the large compliment, “thank you so much, that really means a lot.”

“Of course y/n, but that’s not it. I want to put you up a few ranks.”

Oh my god. Oh my god. Already? Wow was all you could think to yourself. This was definitely going to be a big step.

“Wow Master Chan, are you sure y-”

“Yes,” he interjected, patting you on the back, “I know you are more than capable of doing such a task. There’s just a few things we have to discuss before you do this.”

“No worries,” you beamed, still over the moon at the abruptness of your work status changing, “I’m more than happy to discuss anything of course.”

“Great! Now follow me.”

And on your trek did you begin.The layout of the castle was pretty straightforward. The first and second floors of the mansion were accessible to everybody; it was the standard. Third for house cleaners, forth for food servers, and fifth level for servants strictly for the royals. The fifth level was a no go zone. That was the level where the royals resided. Only Master Chan and a handful of servants were allowed up there. There were all kinds of stories that would come about level 5. The royals seemed nice enough though, anything you had previously heard tended to go through one ear and out the other.

He pressed the button on the elevator, motioning his hand for you to enter first. You turned around, back resting against the exterior as the doors closed. You looked at Master Chan’s fingers; were you seeing this correctly? Because you swore you could have just seen him press the number 5.

“Master Chan,” you gasped, grabbing his wrist in an attempt to pull his hand away from what you thought was a big, big mistake, “why did you press 5? This has to be a mistake”

“Well, I was going to wait until we got up there, but it’s probably best for me to tell you now thaaaat, we are meeting with the king and queen.”

“The WHAT?”

If you had a mouth full of water, the perfect time to do a spit take would be right about now. The king and queen? You weren’t ready. You could feel the droplets of sweat encasing your palms, a large gulp following as you tried to calm yourself down from the sudden panic caused by Master Chan’s statement. A silence had fallen over the elevator.

“Relax y/n,” he chuckled, like he didn't notice how obvious your nerves were, “they are very nice people.”

“Why on earth would they want to speak to me?”

“Because y/n, they want you to be the prince’s personal servant.”

What? As in, Prince Han Jisung? You had to do a double take, trying to find any form of comedic relief across Master Chan’s face. There was no way he could possibly be telling the truth. A special fact of the kingdom was only those who were employed there got to see the prince of the Han family. Everyone knew the king and queen, but no one got to see the heir that would take over the throne until they were crowned. It was a very sacred event. It was mainly for security purposes. If other people outside the Han kingdom knew who the future king would be, it would pose a great risk that they simply did not need.

“Oh would you look at that, we are here!”

The elevator made its usual sound to symbol the arrival of the designated floor. As soon as the doors began to open, your eyes squinted with discern. It was bright, shiny, you name it. You had never been in such an indescribable environment. Filled with so much beauty. You were truly speechless.

“Y/n? Y/n, come on.”

He quickly snapped you out of your wondrous thoughts, gently grabbing your wrist and walking you to your destination. That destination being two very, very large golden doors. As soon as Master Chan knocked, the grandest sound that you imagined to be luxury had erupted. Your eyes widened as you looked to see both the King and Queen of Han kingdom sitting on their esteemed throne.

Every part of your being was doing it’s best to keep your jaw glued shut as you looked at them. God, they looked so rich, like it was oozing out of the walls. All you could do was stare, Master Chan huffing at you silently to follow him. You nodded, barely as you followed him, now only a small distance from them.

“Hello, miss y/l/n, is it?”

The King began speaking and wow, was his voice mesmerising. Yes, you had previously heard it on announcements on the TV from home, but usually it was much louder and higher pitched. Now, he spoke with such calmness. Such elegance. You had almost forgotten to bow in front of them.

“You are correct, your highness,” Master Chan answered for you, “This is the one I have been talking to you about.”

The side eyes you had given Master Chan was well acknowledged by him. You plastered a smile across your face, hands over your chest as you bowed once more.

“Hello, your highness, I am miss. y/l/n, but please, call my y/n.”

A fancy chuckle came from the queen.

“Y/n, it’s lovely to meet you, but you don’t need to worry about the way we address you. That will be the prince’s job.”

The heat creeping on your skin was becoming a great concern to you as you nodded at their orders. Master Chan was right, they were very nice people. Kind, not intimidating in the slightest. You kind of wished that you were becoming their personal servant, then there definitely wouldn’t have been anything to be concerned about. It was the fact that the prince was now your job. The truth was, you hadn’t even met him yet. None of the new servants have. You were still in the dark, just like everybody else.

“Oh yes,” you chuckled politely, “thank you so much for the opportunity.”

You paused, placing your hands across your chest.

“I promise I will do the best job I can to take care of your son and make sure he is happy at all times.”

An innocent chuckle could be heard from both the king and queen.

“Your enthusiasm is fantastic, quite refreshing, isn’t that right my dear?”

“Oh yes,” the queen smiled, “It’s very nice to hear. We know that he can be a handful sometimes.”

A handful? You ignored her comment. You’re sure it wouldn't be that difficult, especially if his parents were this nice. Master Chan had bowed to them both, patting your shoulder as a sign to start leaving. A quiet ‘oh’ left your mouth as you turned around, slowly making your exit. You smiled once more at the king and queen, before continuing your steps back to the main headquarters. Your nerves were slowly disappearing, excitement replacing them instead. Getting to see a part of the palace that only a handful of people get to see? This was what you wanted, this is what you had imagined your life to be.

You accidentally bumped into Master Chan as he abruptly stopped at another unfamiliar door. Your eyebrows furrowed, looking at the absurd pattern he had just knocked on the door. A faint ‘come in’ could be heard from the other side, and that was when your heart dropped to your ass. This is it, this is it. You and the prince in the same room. The door finally opened, leading you to what looked to be a very large room, a long table situated on the other side. You began to pace forward, adrenaline starting to kick in as you got closer and closer to the esteemed hair sitting in front of you.

But it wasn’t until you were finally up close, and pretty much personal with the prince. You finally looked up, tearing your eyes away at an instant, his own gaze knocking the wind out of you. He began to smirk at your intimidation. As if it wasn’t obvious enough how nervous you were, and how attractive he was. Soft brown hair that was pushed up, forehead exposed and glistening under the chandelier as he kept his eyes on your frame. You could feel your knees becoming weaker by the second, and if he didn’t offer you a seat soon, you would just be embarrassed. You had to do yourself the courtesy to look away as he began to spread his legs, sinking into his precious as his way of getting comfortable.

“You must be y/n.”

He finally spoke. God his voice was sexy. So deep and soothing, ears burning the longer he stared at you. Your throat was caught, unable to speak, even a squeak barely audible as you attempted to introduce yourself.

“Ah yes-”

“Yes sir,” Chan interjected, graciously saving your life, “this is y/n, who is also your new personal servant.”

He stood, frame standing almost over you as he took your wrist, letting your hand fall flat against his lips. The soft contact made you blush even more. Everything about him was so tantalizing. His aura was very strong, the complete opposite from when you had interacted with his parents prior. A small scoff could be heard from Master Chan. He was very used to this by now. After working for the Han family for such a long time, he was bored, very used to the princes ‘tactics .

He pulled his lips away, eyes raking across your entire figure as he bit down on his bottom lip, a hand running through his hair. It was like he was a wizard. He was casting a spell on you. Leaving you completely hypnotized.

“It’s really, really nice to meet you miss y/n.”

The prince returned to his seat, motioning his hand to the other end of the table.

“Have a seat, we should get to know each other so this can be a smooth process, shall we?”

“Y-yes sir.”

Thank god you though, following his orders and taking the empty seat across from him. You waited patiently, the awkward silence getting louder as you kept your eyes on the floor, way too fearful to fall back into the prince's hypnosis.

“Well, Chan, it was nice seeing you again, but shoo please. I’m busy getting to know my new favourite star pupil.”

Master Chan rolled his eyes as the prince snickered, raising the glass of champagne winking at him , sending him off in a rather abrupt manner. Master Chan was always taken aback to a new level at how cocky the prince truly was. Born into wealth and royalty, heir to the throne. The prince lived a life that most people could simply not visualise. Master Chan liked him, but he wouldn’t say that the prince had never got on his nerves.

“Sure thing sir,” he smiled politely, “take good care of y/n, she’s a good one.”

“Yeah, yeah, blah, blah, I’ll be the judge of that,” the prince mocked, shooing him away with his hand, “now get out please.”

Master Chan followed, leaving you, with the prince, alone. Your heart rate accelerated at the shutting sound of the doors; you truly had no one to save you now. Your hands stayed in your lap, fingers fidgeting as you waited in anticipation for the prince to say something, anything.

“So,” he perked up, snapping you out of your anxious thoughts, “what made you want to work for the richest people in the land?”

“Sorry?”

“Is it the money? Do you need money?”

“What? I mean, no sir.”

Such an arrogant smirk was plastered across his face as you resumed your eye contact with the hubristic individual as he continued with his blunt questioning style.

“Are you sure? You seem like the type.”

He brought his glass to his lips, chugging the champagne like it was a glass of water as he stood up out of his throne, striding towards you.

“You barely know me,” you mumbled, beginning to feel extremely uncomfortable with his presence.

“Of course I know you y/n.”

He chuckled to himself, kneeling down in front of you. The look of confusion on your face became more suspicious to the prince.

Wow, was he close to your face? He looked even better up close. Soft skin, piercing eyes, lips. Plush pillows of moisture came to your head as you continued to stare, unable to hide your mesmerisation with the soft flesh attached to his face.

“You’re like all the other maids I have ever had. Doing whatever you can to get a look at the top secret prince that is locked away in a castle. Am I just like Rapunzel to you?”

“Uhm no sir,” you replied, “I’ve actually wanted to be a part of the service for the royals since I was little.”

“Aww,” he cooed, standing on his feet, “how cute.”

His eyes were squinted as he brought his fingers to your cheek, caressing your skin softly with his thumb.

“I’m sorry,” he pouted, ingenue, “you’re a sweet little girl, aren’t you?”

“Uhm, I’d like to think so sir.”

You could feel your left leg beginning to shake restlessly the longer you felt the pads of his finger tips lingering on your skin, heat rising under his caress. You had never been this close to a man before. It was a combination of exciting, intimidating, mortifying, arousing. You had never felt this before. It felt something like a dull ache between your legs. You wanted to run as your lack of control grew between your legs. You weren’t sure if you were suddenly suffering from some kind of medical condition, seeing as the tenderness between your legs was an unfamiliar territory. All you knew right now, was that the closer the prince got to you, the deeper the pitter pat on your core intensified.

“Master Chan has spoken very highly of you miss y/n,” he smirked, leaning in closer and closer to you, foreheads almost touching, “are you willing to do anything to make me happy?”

“Of c-course, sir, I-”

“Shhh,” he whispered, peering at your slightly agape lips, “I know you can. That old man doesn’t just recommend any kind of maid to me: he offers the special ones. The ones who really have potential, and aren’t you lucky that you get to serve me?”

You couldn’t answer, afraid that if you did that your lips would touch, which would be completely against protocol. Your temptations were gradually getting the better of you as the prince would not let his position up. The prince’s eyes stayed glued to your lips. The ache was growing, becoming an acute throb. You could feel the prince’s breath fanning across your face. It was sweet, the smell of the light champagne he had previously consumed evident. You leaned in closer, almost becoming desperate to feel those lips against yours. You wanted to, you really really wanted to, but it was against the rules. Unless he initiated it, fraternising with royals was strictly prohibited. You didn’t want to lose your dream job, but the longer he lingered, the more delectable his lips were really starting to look.

“I’m just joking, pretty girl,” he chuckled, standing up with perfect posture, “that was all a test, I know you’re more than capable.”

His sarcasm was infectious as he walked back to his seat. You sat up, desperate to see the way his body sunk into the chair, man spreading as much as he could with his voluptuous long legs. You prayed that the prince did not notice the sigh of disappointment once he created distance between your bodies.

“Get on your knees and crawl under the table to me.”

You began to choke as he requested his demand halfway through a glass of water. Were you hearing right? Are you sure you heard them correctly? Did he really just ask you to, crawl to him?”

“Yes, you heard me correctly princess. Get on all fours, and crawl to me.”

You froze in your seat. Was he just playing another prank? How could he seriously ask you to do such a thing?

“Come onnnn,” he whined, “didn’t you say you would do anything to please the royals?”

“Yes but,” you replied, completely flustered at this point, “are you sure sir?”

“Yes.”

His sudden change in tone proved that he was definitely not joking. So, with reluctance, you dropped to the ground, lifting the table cloth over your head as you made your way to the prince on all fours. Giggles erupted among the room as the other servants looked at how ludicrous his command was. All they could do was laugh. Knowing the prince, it seemed like this was typical behaviour to do such things to belittle the ones he came into contact with.

The end of the table was near, and another surge of adrenaline coursed through your body as his feet got closer. Almost there. Almost out of this super embarrassing demand. The way he was exerting maximum dominance over you at such as his first impression was bold. If anything, the way it was making you feel was quite the opposite of embarrassed. The ache between your legs was deepening, becoming of some concern to you. It was a very unfamiliar sensation that you really could not recall feeling. The feeling that you needed to bring it up to the prince was looking like a better idea once you had reached his ankles.

“Sir,” you whispered, waiting for him to lift the cloth and reveal you hiding, “I think there’s a problem.”

Number two rule: always notify the closest person if you weren’t not feeling up to standard. The prince huffed at your statement, completely aware of how humiliated you must feel by obeying such a callous order. He looked down, the sight of you below him, eyes ogling with concern was sending him into a lustrous head spin. You looked so delicate, so pure; all he could think about was ripping it all away, corrupting you in a way that he was sure no one had ever done.

“What is it baby?”

“I d-don’t feel well, sir.”

“Shhh,” he purred once more, reaching out his hand to you, “why don’t you sit on my lap so I can examine you?”

He didn’t have to ask you twice this time, finding comfort in the way he grabbed you by the waist and placed you across both of his legs. He tucked a loose strand behind your ear, replacing the tips from your lobe to your chin. The colour in his eyes had suddenly changed. The lust filled, dark energy that clouded them before disappearing as genuine worry filled his brain. Yes, it was fun for him to make his servants do whatever he could, but at the end of the day, he would protect them with his life if he had to. The prince was rough around the edges personality wise, but he just wasn’t good at expressing his true emotions well. He cared deeply, and he wanted to make sure you were okay, regardless of if you were new or old. You were now part of his family.

“Now what seems to be the problem darling?”

“It’s well, it’s kind of embarrassing sir.”

You heed was now buried in his chest. How on earth were you supposed to admit that you were having a medical emergency because your private parts were throbbing at an uncontrollable rate?

“Jisung, darling.”

“Pardon sir?”

“Please call me Jisung from now on. Not the prince, not sir, not your highness. Just Jisung, okay?”

“Yes sir-I mean, Jisung.”

A smile of content was noticeable on his lips, eyes still full of concern as his thumb moved from your chin to your cheek, soothingly stroking your sensitive skin.

“Now, y/n, tell me what is wrong incase I need to call the ambulance.”

“O-okay, well, there’s a, well, there’s a pulsating sensation,” You paused, looking down at yourself, “down here.”

Jisung closed his eyes shut, reopening them in complete disbelief. The sinister smirk crept back onto his lips, realising exactly what you meant, well aware that he was also beginning to feel a similar sensation coming from himself. He grabbed your hands, manipulating your fingertips to now have them wrapped around his wrist.

“Tell me sweetheart,” he purred, lips moving closer as he spoke, “where is this, pulsating sensation coming from.”

“Please sir, don't make-”

“Shhh pretty girl,” he whispered, pressing his lips against yours in between every word, “use my hand, show me where it hurts.”

The reluctance to let Jisung help you was slowly disappearing as the sensation grew every time you felt his lips on your skin. On your lips first, then gently scattering all over; your cheeks, chin, jaw, neck. It was overwhelming, yes, but the throbbing was starting to feel really good. His hand, which you were controlling by the way, was inching closer and closer to your heat, a small whine escaping your lips as the faintest touch of his digits brushed against you. A deep chuckle left Jisung’s lips as you buried your face in his chest once more.

“Right here, huh princess?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled against his chest, “how do I fix it?”

“Don't worry y/n, I know exactly how to fix it.”

Jiusng’s digits left your core for a brief moment, instead, they were felt on either sides of your body, grazing down into your sides, turning your body around so your back was flush with his chest. You gasped, somewhat impressed by how attentive and swift Jisung’s movements were. His hands began to roam once more, travelling back down your stomach, past your waist, fidgeting with the hem of your dress. You jolted forward, putting your hand on top of his to stop him. What the hell was he doing? He turned to look at you, your face full of uncertainty. He pressed a kiss once more, allowing you to ease before he spoke again.

“Do you trust me y/n?”

“Y-yes Jisung, I trust you.”

Your reply was almost instant, you even surprised yourself at the blind trust you had suddenly developed.

“Okay then baby, listen,” he purred into your ear, “I know what is happening to your body. Let me fix it like I know how, okay?”

You nodded, releasing his hand and letting him continue his dirty ways. The edge of your dress was moving out of his frame, a small gasp flew out of your lips when you felt his fingers exactly where you wanted them. They moved tantalisingly, Jisung adding to the overwhelming sensation by attaching his lips to your neck. Your hips began to buckle, slightly pushing against his fingers.

“Tell me baby, tell me how it feels when my fingers touch you like that.”

“R-really nice sir,” you whined, letting your body completely relax against him. A deep hum bellowed from his chest as he watched you completely submit to him; and that was what got him off. The way you could make such a filthy act so sweet. He wasn’t used to it. If anything, he was the one who always previously submitted, and it made him frustrated. He was the prince; he wanted power. The ability to dominate anybody. And oh my were you giving him the power.

His fingers travelled to the edge of your panties, pushing them to the side as he ran his fingers through your folds, digits heavily becoming coated in your juices as he circled them around your bud.

“Oh my god,” was all you could say, heavily breathing into his neck. Such filthy profanities left your mouth as he continued his playful assault . Another hum of satisfaction came from the prince beside you. He lifted his middle finger from your sopping core, tapping you on the shoulder so you could look at the way he stuck his tongue out, licking a long stripe all the way down. Your eyes became wide as he engulfed your juices in his mouth. He was very adamant, repeatedly bobbing his head in a fast rhythmic motion. His spit overpowered the wetness of you as you dived right back into you, rubbing your clit back and forth in a painfully slow matter.

“MMM,” Jisung vibrated, teeth pressing against your lobe, “you’re so wet for me baby.”

“Is that normal?”

“Of course baby,” he smiled, voice diving into a new, deeper octave, “I’m so good at making you feel good, aren't I?”

“Yes Jisung,” you moaned, somewhat embarrassed. How could such a simple motion make you feel so good? His touch was super light. To anyone else, this would be nothing. They would be begging, squirming at the waist for more friction, greater pressure.

And boy, did he want to do more. Jisung wanted to throw you onto the table, flip you over and pound you until the whole castle was overbearing with the lewd sound of skin clapping together. His goal was to destroy you, but right now, it wasn’t taking much.

His fingers were sliding closer to your hole, your legs beginning to shake vigorously the closer he got. You weren’t sure if it was the room, or the face that Jisung touching you vigorously, but your body temperature was now reaching an all time high, an uncontrollable whisper of pleasure escaping your lips as he slowly slid one finger into you, your pussy involuntary clenching against him, taking Jisung by surprise.

“You’re such a good girl,” Jisung groaned against your lobe, biting down gently, “so responsive to me.”

A string of powerless cries broke from your lips. His touch was so magical, so fucking good. The selfish part of your body was telling you to ask for more. You knew what that was supposed to lead to, but you were clueless on how to approach it. You had almost forgotten that this was the first time someone has ever kissed you, touched you like this. You had heard stories from your married friends, but the conversations would end quickly, making you too embarrassed to even talk about. All you could think about now was him sliding inside of you; not just his miraculous fingers, but more.

“M-More,” you whimpered. You wanted to mentally facepalm yourself. This was humiliating. The thoughts of your currently impacted brain accidentally falling out into sound.

“You want more do you? Of course you y/n, I tend to have that effect on people.”

His arrogance was starting to get on your nerves, but you truly could care less. Your mind was falling into bliss, nothing but the sounds of squelching and blissful moans filling the room as Jisung touched you with more vigour, doing everything in his power to help you enjoy the touch of him.

“Tell me baby,” Jisung moaned, the smallest of friction against his clothed crotch igniting his own pleasure. The way your ass grinded against his hard on was one thing, but the way your body reacted to him, so submissive, so powerless, so fragile. He could cum on the spot if he really wanted to.

Nonetheless, he waited, patiently telling him what more you wanted from him.

“Please,” you whispered, “I want you to, to, ah, you know.”

Jisung’s eyes went wide. His hands moved quickly, ripping away from your slit and flipping you around. His fingers became nimble, barely unable to unbutton your dress, eventually just giving up and ripping it apart, buttons flying everywhere.

“Jisung please be carefu-”

“Shhh pretty girl, let me give you what you want okay? You haven’t done this before, have you?”

Your face heated up. You wanted to lie, make yourself look better. Pretend to know what you are doing. Maybe you should stop. It was getting really far now, and for a moment you had forgotten that you were now his personal servant. You would have to see him everyday. Maybe things would be awkward now. Your mind was in a frenzy, thought running a million miles an hour as you contemplated how you should approach this.

“No,” you blurted out, “I’m a.. a.. I’m a virgin.”

Your head became buried in his chest once more. Your body was working as a completely separate entity from your brain, executing the polar opposite of what you were thinking. You couldn’t bear to look at him, feeling ashamed and embarrassed was an understatement. Jisung chuckled, placing his index finger underneath your chin as he lifted your head to make eye contact with him.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart.”

He pulled you closer, attaching his lips to yours. This kiss was extremely sensual, full of need and desperation from both parties as Jisung reached down to his belt simultaneously. You had no idea how to kiss, with tongue, but Jisung could tell you were a fast learner, especially at how you moved with this tongue at a thrilling pace.

The belt was off, his pants were down; all that was left was his boxers. It was prominent. His erection was pressing hard against his right leg. Your mouth opened at how big it seemed to be. Not that you had anything to compare it to, but you were lying if the thought of being inside of you didn’t terrify you a little bit. Nevertheless, Jisung read you like a book, cupping your face and fixing your gaze onto him.

“Y/n, do you trust me?”

You nodded again, grabbing one of his wrists and placing it back on your heat. A smirk, almost a look of pride clouding his features wiped across his face. Corrupting you was a lot easier than he thought it would be.

“Good, now be a good girl and touch it for me.”

You gulped nervously as your mind became possessed, hand lightly brushed across his hard on, a blunt hiss erupting from Jisung’s lips. The small, yet detailed veins you could already feel through the thin fabric of clothing was sending you into a head spin. Hands trailing to the elastic band, you pull down on it slowly, the animation of his dick springing free becoming very entertaining. The pulsating veins, swollen tip, oozing liquid from said tip. It was a mesmerising sight that you truly were unaware of missing out on.

“Can I?”

He nodded, guiding your hand to his base. A deep bellow of a groan escaped from Jisung’s lips as you gently slid your fingers up and down. He had previous handjobs, many, many times; but nothing had ever felt so good.

“F-fuck, baby,” he sighed, enjoying your face of concentration and commitment to make him feel good. Every muscle on his body was doing it’s best to keep him still. Refrain him from bucking his hips into yours. He really wanted to, but his thoughts were focused on not pushing any boundaries and making sure you were comfortable.

You snapped him out of thought, moving your hips in anticipation, lifting yourself off of him for just a moment, lining yourself up with his cock. He resumed his position at your sides, very taken aback by the way you were taking initiative, helping you slowly, very slowly, as you slid down onto. A high pitched moan, mixed with pleasure and pain erupted from your lips, eyes screwing shut and how thick he was, stretching you out completely. Jisung made an attempt to muffle his moans, not wanting to scare you but god, did his cock feel good being buried inside of you.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he blurted out, “are you okay? Is it hurting too much?”

“It d-did at first, but now it feels really good.”

A sigh of relief was heard from the prince. The green light was given to move. Knowing you were unsure what to do, seeing as you did not think this far ahead, he assisted, lifting your hips just slightly off of him, pushing you back down soon after. A small moan escaped your lips at the feeling, already clenching around him and he continued his playful pace. Your eyes were screwed shut, hand placed on his chest as you rode him.

“God,” Jisung growled, “you’re so fucking tight. Does it feel good baby?”

“Mhm,” you stifled, barely able to vocalise anything coherent to your partner. But he was not satisfied with this answer.

“Louder baby, let me know how you really feel.”

He let one hand leave your sides, thumb returning to your throbbing clit. A loud moan ripped from your chest, satisfying Jisung’s need for validation that he was good at what he does.

“That’s it baby,” he purred, stealing your lips for a quick kiss, “I’m the one that’s making you like this.”

He let go of your hips, resting his palms against the back of his head, leaning back on his chair of superiority as he watched you calculate your careful movements. The satisfying sound of skin on skin echoing through the large room as you quickened the pace, continuing the unconsciously clenching around him with every thrust.

“Look at you, such a quick learner aren’t you? So dirty, Just for me huh?”

“Hmm, j-just for you sir.”

The noises that dribbled from your mouth were becoming louder and louder, Jisung enjoying every moment. He was getting close, but he was quiet, trying not to put any pressure on you, but he could tell that you were feeling it. The way your hips slowed, movements became sporadic. To him, the idea of being your first orgasm was the hottest thing ever. Knowing he has the ability to do something that would make you explode with pleasure, it was all he ever wanted. And as sick as it was, the want to use you like a sex toy was triggering his deeply rooted fantasies; you just happened to be the perfect candidate.

“Can you feel it baby? Can you feel that knot in the out of your stomach as you ride my cock like the good little girl you are?”

“Yes! Jisung please.”

Your whines are turning into plain screams now. You were helpless. Completely helpless and at the prince’s mercy, feeling the supposed curl in your stomach. This was inappropriate. Super inappropriate, but the hunger for Jisung’s cock was escalating at a rate out of your control. Your legs were shaking helplessly now, earning a snicker from the prince as he placed his hands on your side, coaxing you through the intense feelings of arousal coursing through your veins.

“Such a good girl,” he hummed, slowly bucking his hips into you, “you’re gonna cum, okay?”

“H-how will I k-know?”

“Because you’ll feel it. Oh my god,” he moaned, feeling his cock beginning to twitch against your walls, “it will keep building, and building, and building until it reaches a point of eternal bliss, my little sweetheart.”

Your heart fluttered at his gentle nicknames. But you took little notice in the moment, paying attention solely to the way Jisung accurately described this feeling deeply situated in your stomach. Your face began to contort, eyes rolling back to your head as you felt yourself reach your climax. All of your muscles that were previously tensed now loose.

“That’s it baby,” he murmured, “let yourself fall into the ecstasy of my cock.”

Fingernails carved into the prince’s shoulders as he cooed you through your high, rolling your hips over his cock as your body spasmed against him. It was like pure paradise. The aching that was previously overriding your thoughts was replaced with a large shudder.

“Oh my god.” He gasped, unable to make any attempt of pulling out, filling you dumb with white spurts of liquid. The tenderness of your pussy was critical, too out of it to see the way you had soaked the prince’s prestige pants. The silk that was once glistening now faded.

Jisung helped you to your feet, asking one of the servants to fetch you a new pair of panties and a towel, especially since he had failed to get them off, way too keen to ruin your once innocent pussy. You could barely stand, losing your balance for a split moment as you looked up at him.

“Did you need anything else from me sir?”

“Huh? Oh, No baby girl,” he smiled with content, standing up and pulling you into his waist, “I forgot for one second that you were my little maid now.”

He snapped his fingers at you, reaching for your attention as he pointed to the mess across his pants.

“You know you did this to me right?”

The heat that drained from your face previously had returned in moments. It hadn’t been one hour and you were already ruining things. The sudden thought of being fired popped into your mind. Your life would be over. You would have to go back to your hometown, find a regular job that brought you no thrill or satisfaction. Regret and guilt began to bubble in your throat as the urge to burst out crying was becoming a reality.

“I’m very sorry sir. I can have the dry cleaned for you-”

“I think you misunderstood me. I don’t mind it, I mean I have plenty of other pants like these ones.”

“Oh,” you sighed, feeling like a massive weight had just been lifted off of your shoulders, “I thought you were going to fire me.” Jisung chuckled with admiration for you.

“Silly girl, I would never do anything of the sort.”

He paused, letting his finger tips linger across your chest, playing an abstract pattern.

“It’s a nice little reminder for me of how good I could make you feel.”

He gave you one last kiss, lingering on your lips as you giggled and pulled away, fixing yourself to a presentable manner as you stood in front of him, waiting for your next order.

“Is there anything else I can do for you today sir?”

“Hmm, not today, I can tell you’re pretty fucked out right now. But can you promise me one thing?”

“Of course sir, I am at your service!”

Jisung beamed, the smile of innocence coming back to your face.

“Promise you’ll come to me the next time you feel that throbbing sensation again?”

A small giggle came from your lips as you listened to his cheeky request.

“Of course sir, I think it’s already starting to come back.”

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rafescoke · 3 years

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All I Ask ; Rafe Cameron (Part 2)

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#Part 2

#Part 1

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Reader finds herself in the arms of her best friend’s brother after finding her boyfriend cheating on her

Warnings: Swearing, cheating, hella angst, JJ being an extreme asshole

A/N: you guys are truly amazing. thank you so much for the countless amount of love & support for my last works, i love you!

p.s, my request box is always open! go ahead and drop any ideas bae

“Hey,” he said softly. “You’re okay?”

(Y/N) emitted a laugh, her eyes focusing on the road, but her mind was somewhere else. She cleared her throat, “Um, I don’t think so.”

“Want to talk about it?” he said, and she noticed the grogginess behind his voice. She felt bad now, knowing that she had woken him up, but she was desperate for someone.

She couldn’t go to the pogues; her only friends, not when they knew. They knew all along about Kie and JJ but they didn’t try to talk to her. She thought about Pope, how he had looked so nervous around her since a month ago and how she had thought of it as nothing more than anxiety for his new upcoming scholarship application.

(Y/N) groaned, tightening her fingers around the steering wheel. Why had she been so naive? Why couldn’t she realize the signs sooner?

“Are you okay?” Rafe asked, suddenly jolting up from his bed when he realized how quiet she has gotten. Ever since they got close 4 years ago, there was never a long silence between them as (Y/N) always has a random topic to discuss about. He would tell her that he doesn’t care, but he truly likes the new information she’ll give him.

Like how the word ‘who’ is the oldest English word in the world.

“Like, the owl?” he asked, scrunching his face. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, licking the slowly melting ice cream, and Rafe had a sudden thought of stealing her snack.

“No. God, you’re stupid. It’s who.”

“Yeah, the owl,” he grunted, thinking hard. (Y/N) looked at him with her bored eyes again, and Rafe took a quick glance at the dripping ice cream.

“No, Rafe, that’s woo. I’m talking about who.”

“You should write it.”

Rafe watched as she used her pointer to write the word ‘who’ on the table using her ice cream. Rafe laughed, finally understanding the joke, and he smiled wider when she returned a grin.

“No,” her voice croaked, and she could feel her tears slowly rolling down her red cheeks. God, she felt stupid. Why would she cry over stupid stuff like this? She had told Rafe before that she couldn’t understand why Bella Swan was too sad over Edward’s flight, saying how Bella had Jacob all along to help her get over him. Rafe rolled his eyes at this statement, muttering something along the words of ‘this is a movie’, ‘Edward is hotter’, and ‘Jacob look like that cashier guy at the hardware store’.

But she understood everything clearly now because she too, felt like staying in her room for the rest of her life.

“What happened? Do you need me to pick you up?” Rafe asked again, finally standing up from his bed and walking towards his bedside table to retrieve his car keys. He rubbed his eyes, still so tired, but he wanted to make sure she was safe.

“It’s alright, Rafe, you don’t have to pick me up, it’s just, um-” she took a deep breath, “Can I come over?”

Rafe stopped in his tracks, not sure if he had heard her right. He waited for a few seconds, “Huh?”

“Can I come over?” (Y/N) bit her lips, making a turn towards the road heading to Figure 8 from the Cut. The road was deserted, and she looked at the dashboard to check on the time.

2.43 a.m.

“Yeah, sure, um, when are you coming? I just have to wait for you, so you know the new passcode of the backdoor.”

“You guys changed it already?” she asked, and she was surprised to find a smile creeping onto her face. “When was the last time I came over? 2 months ago?”

“9,” Rafe muttered, “But it’s okay. I’ll wait for you, okay?”

“Okay,” she released a breath, “Thank you, Rafe.”

“Yeah,” was all he said before ending the line.

Maybe she did missed him.

When she arrived before the white building of the Camerons’ household, she could see a figure sitting on the front porch, bending over something that (Y/N) assumed to be a phone.

Rafe was mindlessly playing Candy Crush, just starting on his third level when he heard a car door being shut. He jumped to his feet, ready to greet the girl, but stopped in his tracks when he saw the state of her.

She was still in her party clothes, her (H/C) hair in a messy ponytail and her makeup all smudged. He tried to think of a joke, wanting to lighten up the mood, but his deed was interrupted when she finally had him in a tight hug.

“Whoa,” Rafe exclaimed, putting his arms around her waist. He let her stayed in that position for a few more seconds, liking the warmth, and finally parted after he cleared his throat.

“What’s wrong?”

“I, um-” she sighed, not looking into his eyes. “I got cheated on.”

Rafe was glued to his spot as he watched her wiped her tears with her sleeve, looking down to her glittery blue slippers. He couldn’t remember the amount of times he had prayed for his (Y/N) and JJ to call it off, but he didn’t hope for any kind of cheating to occur.

“I’m so sorry,” Rafe said, pulling her into a hug again. He rested his chin against the top of her head, letting the scent of strawberry wafted into his nostrils. (Y/N) cried against his chest, her face all scrunched up, and when she pulled away for the second time, she noticed the tear stains on his shirt.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she rushed, trying to remove the stain using her fingers even though she knew it was impossible. She was too tired to think logically; she felt like laying in bed and watching Love Island until the day she dies.

“You’re still stupid, even when you’re all fucked up,” Rafe sighed, but he watched her from the corners of his eyes in case his words had struck her, but she looked like she understood the joke. She smiled weakly, pulling on the hem of her dress that had rode up down.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling her by her wrist as he guided her through the backdoor to his room. He showed her the new passcode proudly, mouthing how it was his birthday date this time, and (Y/N) had emitted a small laugh.

Screw maybe, she did missed him.

“And still a mess,” she sighed, plopping onto Rafe’s blue bedsheet as she took a look around the room. The painting of a random boat in the middle of an ocean was still askewed, and his trash can were piling up. She made a face, pointing at the cause of disturbance.

“You have to clean that.”

“Sorry I couldn’t let you stay in our five stars suite, ma’am,” he said, finding an old t-shirt in his cupboard. “You know, since you barged in this hotel at this time, all there’s left is the 3 stars suite.”

“You’re calling this a 3 stars suite?” she laughed, tilting her head to one side. “Rafe, this room can’t even be rated.”

“Whatever,” he pulled out a yellow t-shirt, putting it aside before looking for a new pair of boxers. “Is your room still pink with that weird strawberry pound cake smell?”

“Yeah,” she laughed, crossing her legs. She was glad there were no crumbs on the bed, or else she would rather sleep in her car. “And that smell’s great. My sensory organs are blocked by all the dust you’re collecting in here.”

Rafe grinned, liking how she was back to her old self, and handed her the pair of boxers and the yellow t-shirt. (Y/N) muttered a quick thanks, her feet lightly padding against the carpeted floor towards his bathroom. She closed the door, leaning against the sink, watching her reflection in the mirror.

She did look miserable, and her eyes were all red and puffy. She always hate how puffy her eyes would get after a nice session of crying, having to endure the pain of soothing it down again.

She shook her head, not wanting to spend anymore time thinking about JJ or Kie or the pogues who had betrayed her, and tried to reach for the zip of her dress. After a few good tries she sighed, relaxing her cramped arms. The familiar yet uneasy pain coursed through her veins, and without wanting to abuse herself anymore, she turned the doorknob.

“Rafe? Can you help me?”

“Huh? Yeah,” he came to the door, closing his eyes before he halted right in front of the object. “Are you naked?”

“No, can’t seem to be, too. Can you help me unzip?”

Rafe opened his eyes, feeling his heartbeat quickening, and with trembling hands, slowly unzipped her dress and stopping directly at the curve of her bottoms, silently admiring the view.

He cleared his throat, shaking his head at the childish behaviour he just found himself in. “Yeah, done.”

“Thanks, Rafe,” she smiled, and turned to close the door again. Rafe listened to her breathing in the bathroom for a few more seconds, knowing how hard she was trying to ignore the aching feeling eating off of her. He wished he could take her pain away an make it his, knowing that at least he’ll have an excuse to snort more coke to ‘forget the pain’.

When she got out of the bathroom, Rafe had to stop himself from drooling over her in his shirt and boxers. She always look good, but she had never looked better in nothing but his yellow shirt and his boxers.

Rafe closed the light, remembering how she hates sleeping with any form of light either it’s tiny or big, and settled himself on the sofa. He wanted to give her space, not wanting to rush anything, knowing how tired she must felt from all the things she had to endure today.

“Rafe, we’re not 10. You can sleep on the same bed as I am,” she sighed, turning to face the other side. Rafe stood up, thanking the gods above, and settled for his new room.

“We never sleep in the same bed before,” he said, pulling the covers to shield himself from the cold. (Y/N) snorted at this statement, still not looking at him or even turning to face him.

The closest thing they have done to sleep right next to each other was in the car during a road trip, and when they woke up, they were both throwing disgusted faces and pretending to vomit.

“Stop it, you guys look stupid,” Sarah groaned, giving them a quick look over her shoulder. Rafe pulled his middle finger from under the blanket he was sharing with (Y/N), causing her to snort and struggling to hide her laugh.

. . .

“So yeah, that’s how you hit it.”

“You’re bluffing,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, taking over the club and watching the small hole in the distance, squinting her eyes. She took a step back, licked her teeth, and gave Topper the club back.

“See? I told you I’m right!” he exclaimed happily, clasping his hands together. He returned to the game, focusing on his goal, and hit the golf ball.

“That’s fine, I guess,” (Y/N) announced when he came back to the resting area, “For beginners.”

Rafe snorted, downing his mineral water before handing Topper the same bottle. Topper grunted at him, muttering how it’s unhygienic, but he took a full swing of it anyways, being so thirsty after sitting under the sun for hours long.

“We’re glad you’re back with us, (Y/N),” Topper smiled, removing his cap and fanning himself with the clothing. He opened his mouth to say something, but when he looked at Rafe’s expression, he quickly shut his mouth.

He wanted to ask her if she ever missed their old clique when she was with the pogues, but Rafe knew better. It had been 3 weeks since the incidence, and she had been doing so well in coping with the situation. They had been inseparable ever since, always attached to the hips everywhere they go; he couldn’t let one tiny mistake slip that can cause her another breakdown.

“Hey,” Kelce jogged to them, smiling apologetically at Rafe and Topper before placing a quick kiss on (Y/N) ‘s cheeks. (Y/N) smiled, knowing how sweet and gentle Kelce is, almost glad he still does the same thing to her even after they had not been hanging out for a year.

“You’re not dressed for the occasion,” Topper rolled his eyes, “And late. We’re already packing up, man.”

“I know, but I’m wondering if you guys would like to listen to Cage The Elephant this evening by the beach,” he explained, still heaving from his previous activity. He had drove straight from his home to the country club after getting 4 tickets to the show, excited to show his friends what he had gotten for her.

(Y/N) snorted, throwing her arms into the air. “Fuck off, Kelce. There’s no way they’re coming down to Obx.”

Kelce sighed, taking out his phone before showing her the proof in his photos. (Y/N) grinned, trying to contain herself, and looked at Rafe who seemed to be smiling as well.

“Thanks, Kelce,” she laughed, pulling him into a hug. They made her happy, and all the negative thoughts she had about them during her brief friendship with the pogues suddenly evaporating into the air. She squealed, jumping wildly, and she swore she has never felt this happy before.

Just them four. Like the old times.

Four hours later, (Y/N) took a step back when they arrived at the beach, the memory of what happened three weeks ago suddenly rewinding in her head. Rafe noticed how quiet she had been, and pulled her aside while Topper and Kelce went to check on the stage.

“Are you okay?”

(Y/N) bit her lips, nodding. She ran her fingers over the penguin charm Rafe had gotten her a week prior, saying how it resembles him when he sees her. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at him during that surprising moment, touched yet confused at the story behind the penguin charm.

“Okay. Do you need a drink?” he asked again, staring into her eyes. She shook her head, wetting her lips and putting on her usual smile. Rafe grinned at her, muttering how she’s doing so good, all while guiding her towards their two other friends.

“(Y/N)?”

(Y/N) turned to look at the source, not thinking much. She almost fell to the ground when she saw the person responsible, but Rafe still had his arms around her. He turned to check on her again, but followed her gaze when he noticed she was staring at the opposite direction.

“What the fuck?” Rafe yelled, pushing JJ’s chest with so much anger that he toppled over to John B. Sarah yelped, pulling Kie to her side, watching as her brother walked towards them furiously.

“Chill, man, I just want to talk to her,” he said, taking a deep breath. He noticed the crowd starting to notice them, and his eyes landed on a certain girl who was held up by Topper and Kelce, both asking if she was okay.

“Fuck off, pogue,” Rafe said, his eyes stern as he stared over JJ and his group of friends. “You have nothing to say to her.”

As he turned to return to his friends, his chest heaving from the near-fight he almost encounter with JJ, he bended to (Y/N)’s height to check on her state. Her eyes were glassy, her face red.

“So you’re fucking them all now like a whore?” JJ shouted, loud enough for everyone else around them to gasp, and some already had their phones out. (Y/N) was shocked at this statement, frozen on her feet, not knowing what on earth would make JJ say that to her.

He was never mean to her, even when they had a fight. He yelled at her sometimes, sure, but she had been the one yelling first. He never called her anything of that sort, not even during sex, where she had given him her full consent.

“You’re crazy,” she muttered, her lips trembling. “Go to hell.”

“No, no, because it has always been easy for you, right? You broke up with me, got on with Rafe, leave your own friends and come back to the country clubs?” he laughed, and she flinched at his words. If JJ had meant the pogues as her friends, then he was totally wrong.

“Fuck off, pogue,” Topper stepped out, and before he could finish his sentence, JJ landed a full punch on his face, causing him to fall onto the ground with a thud.

(Y/N) screamed, getting to his side as Rafe returned JJ’s gesture. Topper laid on the ground with his nose starting to bleed, causing (Y/N) to panic while she rummaged through Rafe’s backpack he had left on the ground for clean tissues.

Topper groaned, keep wanting to get up, but (Y/N) held him in place, not letting her friend go and hurt himself more just for her. She cried while she tried to wipe the blood, hearing the fight behind her.

“Fuck you! You stupid pogue! You should be in jail like your dad!”

Something cracked in JJ as he yelled something back in pure anger. He punched, kicked, slapped and hit Rafe who was already on the ground, spitting blood.

“JJ! That’s enough,” Pope pulled him back, trying to contain the wild animal as he thrashed to escape. He yelled more curses at Rafe while Pope tried his best to pull him away, obviously not done with hitting the boy laying on the ground.

(Y/N) cried, running towards Rafe’s side, cupping his face and looking into his swollen eyes. She groaned when Rafe’s laugh filled the air, not believing how he was still joking in a state like this.

“I’m okay,” he said, his breath ragged. “Don’t cry. I’m okay.”

Rafe stood up slowly and looked at the direction of the still thrasing JJ, hearing his muffled shouts with his arms around (Y/N) ‘s waist. He held her close as she sobbed into his shoulder, still trembling.

“Let’s go home?” he asked, and (Y/N) didn’t need to be told twice to follow him into his car. As disappointed as she was that she didn’t get the chance to see her favourite band, she wanted to take care of Rafe, who had been there since the day she found out about Kie and JJ.

The clock struck 12 in the morning and the grandfather clock in the living room chimed as Rafe groaned, feeling a certain girl with trembling hands and tired eyes gently wiping a cotton pad across his cut.

“Fuck! I said slowly,” he grunted, closing his eyes to decrease the pain. (Y/N) bit her lips, trying to concentrate all the while trying to contain her laugh. He hissed again when she dabbed on his cut, this time with his fingers gripping tightly around her wrist.

“I said slowly.”

“I’m doing it slow, asshole,” she smiled, and felt him softened when she finally threw the last cotton pad. She pulled the covers to his chin, fixing the front part of hair before going to the bathroom to wash her hands. When she came back, she found him still awake with his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.

“I really need you to sleep,” she sighed, “To heal your pretty face.”

Rafe grinned and though (Y/N) tried her hardest not to smile back, she couldn’t deny the warm feeling settling in the pits of her stomach.

“You think I’m pretty?”

There was no use denying it anymore.

“Yeah,” she shrugged, getting into the space beside him. “Even when you are all fucked up.”

(Y/N) could sense his smile even when she didn’t look at him, knowing how soft he usually end up being when she compliments him. She turned to look at him.

“Are you serious about not wanting a girlfriend?”

Rafe turned to look at her, his eyebrows raised. His insides exclaimed happily, liking the way his words had struck her. He meant what he said, but that statement didn’t apply to (Y/N).

“Why?”

“Just asking,” she shrugged, and made a move to touch his cut. He hissed, feeling a sharp pain soaring in him, but she looked so peaceful trying to figure out his wound.

“You can kiss them to make them feel better,” he grinned, and watched as she groaned, trying to hide her face against the pillow. Rafe laughed, and turned the lamp beside him off, knowing that he shouldn’t push it and leave her be.

Just as he was about to drift into a peaceful sleep, he felt her soft lips against his, to which it was quick and gentle before she pulled away, giggling.

“4 years.”

“Huh?” (Y/N) questioned, still smiling from the kiss she just initiated a few seconds ago. She couldn’t contain herself; he looked so peaceful, so sweet, and so handsome. She didn’t know why she hadn’t kissed him sooner.

“I waited for that since 4 years ago.”

“Now you’re just pushing it, Rafe.”

Rafe grinned against the darkness, and felt his heart soaring. “Can we kiss again?”

“Tomorrow,” she stated, and Rafe laughed.

Tomorrrow. The next day. Next week.

He didn’t care - as long as he will finally have her by his side.

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cafedanslanuit · 3 years

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♡ — pairing: kazutora x reader

♡ — summary: after a long day at work, you want nothing but to spend a calm night with your boyfriend. however, you have no idea this is the night were all his demons finally get the best of him.

♡ — tags/warnings: female reader, angst, breakups, hurt feelings everywhere, mention on mental illnesses and nightmares, based on ben platt’s song ‘carefully’, mention of tora’s job in one of the future timelines.

♡ — a/n: i enjoyed writing kazutora so. damn. much. also, i’m quite proud of this one and the small details i added~ thank you @ofoceansandtombstones for being my lovely beta <3

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And all this time you've had a gentle way of holding me

So could you please release me that way too?

— “carefully” by Ben Platt

“It’s open, come in!”

The first thing Kazutora sees when he opens the door of your apartment is you, kneeling on the kitchen floor and picking up pieces of a broken baking dish. Red sauce has splattered everywhere and his mind betrays him for a second, imagining an accident far worse than what has truly happened. He blinks twice and starts to notice the small details that finally slow down the fast beating of his heart. There are pieces of chicken breasts next to the open oven door and what he thinks are sliced carrots next to your right knee.

You hiss when you pick up a piece of the shattered glass, the sharp end pinching your finger. Kazutora comes back to his senses, widening his eyes as he realizes he’s just been standing there.

“Hey, let me. You’ll cut yourself,” he warns, walking up to you. Grabbing both your hands, he eases you into your feet and then guides you to the living room. “I’ll take care of it,” he promises as he goes back to the kitchen and starts cleaning up the mess.

You let yourself fall on the sofa with a loud thud and let out an exasperated sigh.

“I just had the most awful day,” you whine, taking off your apron and leaving it on the arm of the sofa. “Work was hell, I got scolded by something that I didn’t do— like always, only this time my boss was all like: ‘You gotta be more careful, we wouldn’t want to lose such a valuable employee’. Like he was going to fire me over someone else’s mistake?!”

Your voice is getting louder by the minute and you take advantage of the fact Kazutora is in another room to keep the volume. You have been waiting the entire day to see him and vent about what a trainwreck you day had been. Just as always, he listens intently, the only noise coming from the kitchen being a soft scraping sound as he picks up everything and throws it to the trash.

“Then, I went to the store and of course they had run out of basil. Tell me, how does a store that big run out of basil?” you ask. There’s no answer from the kitchen so you continue. “I mean, yeah, I could have gone to another store but my feet were killing me. I’m just not meant to work in heels the entire day,” you sigh tiredly, swinging your feet.

You reposition yourself, now sitting cross-legged on the sofa. Putting your right hand on your left shoulder, you stretch your neck, feeling your sore muscles releasing a bit of tension with a small ‘pop’.

“I ended up preparing something entirely different than I had planned for dinner. I tried to let it go but just as I was going to put it in the oven, it slipped my hands and—”

“I think we should break up.”

Words die in your lips the moment you listen to your boyfriend speak. The silence becomes loud and abrasive as you struggle to understand what was happening. Why was Kazutora breaking up with you with such a small voice? What had triggered him to come to that conclusion? Why had he decided to bring it up now? You turn your head to the kitchen door and watch him slowly make his way towards you, doubtful steps as he takes a seat on the other side of the sofa, avoiding your eyes at all costs.

“What?” you ask, your voice hoarse. His lips form a tight line and you see him swallowing nervously.

“I’m not doing okay— haven’t been for a while. I— it’s been two years since I left prison and I still haven’t— I don’t— I don’t know what I’m doing,” he explains, looking down at his hands.

You nod slowly, trying to comprehend where he’s coming from. Turning your body towards him, you take a deep breath before speaking.

“It’s okay not to know,” you assure him in a soft voice. “Just… take it slow. One day at a time and then I’m sure you’ll—”

“I haven’t been sleeping well,” Kazutora confesses and you notice his voice wavering a little. “I— I keep having nightmares about— about that day and— and also about the motorcycle shop. Those two mix up and…” he takes one of his hands to the side of his head, his fingers grazing his temple. “And I’m hitting Baji in the head. And there’s so much blood— so, so much blood and—”

Leaning forward, you take his hands. They’re shaking and extremely cold and you rub your thumb over his knuckles, trying your best to soothe him.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe now, Tora, you’re—”

Kazutora pulls his hands away hastily, leaving a tingling sensation on your palms.

“I can’t!” he says as he shakes his head. You spend a moment looking at your empty hands, never before having felt your boyfriend’s rejection. “I feel like I’m drowning and— You know what? I think relationships just aren’t for me,” he shrugs, his hands moving in exaggerated gestures. “That’s why I never cared for dating, never got myself involved in that kind of shit, not until—”

He finally looks at you and, fuck, you wish he didn’t. You’re not sure if you have the strength to deal with such hurtful discourse. You lick your lips and take yet another deep breath, deciding to ignore his hurtful remark.

“I’m… so sorry you’re feeling this way,” you say, slowing down your words, trying your best not to show how hurt you were. This isn’t him, you tell yourself. So no need for that tightness in your throat. “But you have to understand it’s not because of me. It’s because of everything that you’ve gone through and how hard it’s to deal with them. I don’t blame you, it is hard. But this… us,” you gesture to the both of you. “This is a good thing. Despite all the pain and hurt we’ve both been through, we—”

“Please, stop,” he says, raising his hand and pressing his eyelids together. “I can’t be with you anymore. That’s it, that’s all—”

“So you don’t love me anymore?” you counter. You scoff in disbelief, shaking your head. Kazutora’s eyes shoot open and you notice his pupils shaking in fear, like a deer caught in headlights.

“I love you,” he breathes out, and for a moment you see the boy you fell in love with in his amber eyes that are quickly filling with tears. “I do love you but it’s killing me. I feel like I’m dying,” he chokes out. He looks away from you once more and starts tugging at his fingers. “I’m rotting inside and I don’t know what to do to make it better. I just want it to stop. I want it to stop and— I don’t want you around when I’m like this. I want to figure out what the hell is happening and—”

“But if you love me and I love you then why—”

“I’m not happy with you!”

Kazutora widens his eyes, scared by his loud outburst. He parts his lips, silently muttering nonsense as he tries to come up with words that can make it better. You lower your head and he wants to punch himself over it. He doesn’t want to make you cry, not after everything you’ve done for him. Is he really going to be the person that hurt the one that made a home for him in her embrace? Is he going to hurt the only person that was brave enough to pick up the pieces of his shattered soul?

“I’m…” he babbles, in a soft voice. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

You snort. “No, you really did mean it, Tora.”

He can sense the hurt and sadness in your voice, even if now you’re the one that won’t look at him. He watches helplessly as you stand up and walk towards the living room window in complete silence. The apron you took off is still on the couch and the vast memories of all the times he embraced you while you were wearing it quickly fill his mind.

He wishes there was a way he could keep you. But no matter how much he wants to, he knows there really is no other way. He’s thought about this countless times. He has gone to work without getting proper sleep, stared at his blank tv screen for hours on end, trying to come up with a plan where he could keep you. Was staying with the person he loved the most too much to ask?

No matter in how many shades of light or with how much care he handled the memory of you, the only way he could spare you the greatest amount of pain was to leave you— even if he knew he’d end up shattering your heart as well.

Kazutora notices the way your fingers tightly close around the edge of the window, your knuckles turning white. He had come to terms that he’d lose you today, yet he never expected for it to be this way. It doesn’t matter, he tells himself. If hating him would mend your wounds faster, then he’d take it. Anything that would make the heartache he was causing you a little bit lighter. He knew you were the last person on Earth that deserved to go to bed carrying that much pain in her soul.

Looking out the window, you focus on a small girl walking her dog on the street. It’s a brown labrador and by the size of it, it’s barely a puppy. Rather than walk, it jumps on its four legs, his little head looking back at the girl every chance he has as he happily wags his tail. The pet shop Kazutora and Chifuyu work at immediately comes to mind. Would it be like this from now on? Small things eliciting memories of your days together without your consent and leaving a sour taste in your mouth?

You will need to find a new commute, you think, as you had been stopping by the pet shop on your way home for the past year. Is there another bus that you could take? As you try to remember the lines and their respective routes, you’re engulfed by the memory of the first time Kazutora dozed off with his head resting on your shoulder as you rode the bus together. You close your eyes and you can clearly see his peaceful expression and slightly parted lips as he slept, his fingers tightly intertwined with yours. His breathing is slow and his hands are cold and you wish you could go back, even for a minute and place a kiss on top of his head, since you wouldn’t be able to do so from now on.

Where exactly had you failed? You had just been complaining about your day when he dropped the bomb. Did you complain too much? Did you talk too much? Or was it you the one that was too much? You tried your best and supported him as much as you could but as it turns out, it hadn’t been enough. Good intentions were nothing but useless as you were now saying goodbye to the man you had loved the most.

You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt Kazutora’s cold knuckles against your cheek, wiping your tears. You gasp, startled by his touch and take a couple steps back until your back hits the wall. It takes a few seconds for him to bring his hand now, unsure on what to do next.

He looks so scared and small— it fills your heart with frustration. Your whole body is screaming to take a step forward and comfort him, cradle him in your arms like so many times before, assure him he’s safe with you and that he doesn’t have to worry anymore. That, if you can still go home to each other at the end of a bad day, you can take anything life throws at you.

But that’s the thing. You’re not each other’s home anymore. You don’t get to bury your face in his neck and hum happily when his perfume reaches your nose. You don’t get to have him take a nap on your lap as you watch a series or feel his lips ghost against yours seconds before colliding in a kiss.

You hate it.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, crossing his arms in front of his chest and looking down at his feet. “Please, don’t cry.”

“You know what, Kazutora?” you say, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. You taste venom in your words, yet that doesn’t stop you. “If you’re not happy with me, then what are you doing here?”

He flinches at your words. Biting his inner cheek, he nods, still incapable of holding your gaze.

“Yeah, okay,” he mutters. “I’ll go. I really am sorry.”

Kazutora turns on his heel, walking towards the door. Maybe it’s the way you know he’s not coming back this time that makes your desperation afloat. You don’t want him to go and you also know you can’t make him stay. And even if somehow you could find a way to keep him by your side, it would be worthless.

He’s just not happy with you.

“Are you happy somewhere else, though?” you ask, your words leaving your mouth before your head has time to process them. He stumbles on his feet and stops. “Because if you just can’t manage to be happy, then it’s not on me.”

Kazutora doesn’t have to turn for you to know he’s second guessing himself. The next seconds feel like years as he just stands there, mid-way to the front door, thoughts so messy and loud you can almost hear them.

“That doesn’t matter,” he finally says with his back to you. He closes his fists and you see his shoulders rising and falling as he takes a deep breath. “This way you don’t have to deal with... with the mess I am and—”

“Oh, please, I knew what I was getting into when I started dating an ex-convict.”

The weight of your words fall onto you the moment they leave your mouth. You squeeze your eyes shut, muttering a curse. It takes no time for you to walk towards Kazutora, standing between him and the door.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Tora, I didn’t— you know I didn’t mean it that way. Fuck, I’m so sorry,” you whimper, tears flowing free down your cheeks. Your wave your shaky hands, desperate to make your point across. “I just wanted to say I knew things would be difficult but I loved you— I love you and I—”

Kazutora shakes his head, a gentle yet sad smile on his face as he takes your hands in his. He holds them in front of his chest, squeezing them gently as they don’t stop trembling.

“Stop, it’s okay,” he assures you. “That’s what I am.”

“It’s not,” you protest. “I mean— yeah, but you’re more than that. You’re so much more than that. You’re caring, you’re noble— you’re so tender with the animals at your shop. You’re so sweet with me, always checking if I’ve eaten and offering to help me out if I have chores I need to do. You always come pick me up if I’m working late. You— you’re so fucking special to me.”

Kazutora’s lips form a tight line. “I wish I could see that,” he whispers.

“Then just— let me try. Let me try until you can look at yourself the way I do,” you almost beg. You let go of the hold he has on your hands to gently cradle his face. “I’ll do anything, but... don’t patronize me. I’m not a little girl. Whatever life throws at me, I’ve always been able to handle it. No— we’ll handle it. Together. Like it’s always been, you and me, I just— please, I don’t want you to go,” you cry. “We were going to be happy together, you were going to live with me and I’d give you half my drawers and half my closet and half… half everything. Please, don’t go. Don’t go, Tora.”

The sadness in his amber eyes only confirms what you’ve been fearing this whole time. You sob, your thumbs softly stroking his cheeks as you feel the world crumbling around you. This time, he doesn’t stop you, letting you cry as you hold his face, coming to terms with the fact he’s really leaving after all.

Your hands move to his hair, gently threading your fingers across his long, dark locks. Tracing the outline of his face, you push one of the dyed streaks away, only for it to fall back right where it was before. You can’t help the small smile that forms on your lips. He’s so pretty, you think, as the pads of your fingers gently caress his face. Your thumb grazes the space between his bottom lip and his chin and you dream of a world when he’s not saying goodbye, but rather falling asleep under your touch on your shared bed. You never knew loving someone as much as you loved him was possible-- yet the way your heart was crumbling in pieces was evidence of how much your soul was aching by being separated from the person it belonged to.

Sniffling, you rub your cheek against your shoulder to wipe your tears. You swallow before raising another question.

“Is this a… temporary thing? Or for good?” Your voice comes out in a whisper as you place down your hands on his shoulders.

“I don’t know,” he answers. He wants nothing more than to put his arms around your body like so many times before, but he’s aware that it will only make things more difficult. “But I don’t want to keep you waiting in vain. You should move on.”

Kazutora realizes how much he hates the idea as it leaves his lips. The idea of you starting over with someone else rots in his tongue. He doesn’t want you to hold anyone’s face the way you were just holding his. He wants to keep you all to himself, to go to endless visits to the grocery shop, to watch you fall asleep during movie night and then pretend you didn’t, to massage your hands as you tell him about his day.

But you don’t deserve the guck that’s forming inside his mind. He knows it’s only a matter of time before it comes out pouring and reaches you. And he’ll be damned if he lets himself ruin the one good thing he’s had in his life for many years. He promised to himself he wouldn’t let his ill state of mind touch his loved ones. Never again.

He watches you nod and feels his heart shattering, even if everything is going just the way he intended. You rub his shoulders and look into his eyes, a sad smile on the pretty lips he would never get to kiss again.

“Okay,” you sigh. “We’ll end this but… when you leave, never doubt how loved you were. No— how loved you are. I don’t know what is coming for either of us but… I do know a part of my heart will always belong to you, no matter who I hold hands with. I will always love you, Tora.”

Your words are enough to finally break him. Kazutora clutches your body tightly against him as he loudly sobs against your shoulder. You hold him, tears flowing free once again as you try and soothe the man you love, leaving small kisses on the side of his head and whispering soft reassurances that it’s okay. It’s not, you tell yourself. It’s never going to be okay. But it has to be.

Carefully, you move him back to the sofa, helping him sit down while he refuses to let go of his hold on your body. You lean on the back pillows, both your arms cradling him while he whimpers like a small child. Kazutora clutches the fabric of your sweater with desperation, wishing there was a way he could stay with you.

Why does he have to give up the person that had put a smile back on his face? He can’t quite remember a time when his stomach had hurt out of laughter before he ever met you. Or when he’d experienced such peace as the night he stayed at your apartment and got to see your sleeping face first thing in the morning. He’s never loved anyone as much as he loves you and, for all he knows, he may never love like this again.

But he could never risk tainting you. He would never be able to forgive himself.

Kazutora softly pulls away from your embrace. His eyes are blotchy and red and you’re sure yours look the same or even worse. His nose is red, like it always does when he cries. It’s endearing, you think. Everything about him, from his hair, to his eyes, his hands— you’ve come to love every part of Kazutora. And that’s exactly why it’s so hard to let him go.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he says in a whisper, resting the side of his head on the back pillows of the sofa.

“Like what?” you ask, gently pushing his hair away from his face and behind his ear.

“Like I matter to you. Like I’m making a huge mistake.”

You take a deep breath. Imitating him, you rest your head on the back pillows as well, so you’re both facing each other.

“I don’t— I don’t fully understand what you’re going through,” you admit, your eyes locked on his. “But if you need to… get away, then you should. You’ve been nothing but loving to me. All I’ve ever wanted was for you to be happy, whether it’s with me or not. You deserve to fully experience all the beautiful things life has to offer.”

Silent tears fall from both your cheeks and his.

“I should be thankful I got to love you for this whole year. Because even if it ends this way… God, I loved you so much,” you sniffle, letting out a small laugh. “And I felt so loved. Isn’t that magical in itself? That we got to love each other at the same time?” you wonder with a sad smile.

Kazutora parts his lips, yet the doorbell interrupts him before he can even speak. You look at the front door, your eyebrows furrowing for a moment before you realize who’s probably there.

“Food’s here,” you say, wiping the tears from your face.

“Food?” Kazutora asks, confused.

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Didn’t I tell you? The baking dish broke so I called that restaurant, the one with the burgers we like.”

“Sorry. I wasn’t really listening back then,” he admits with a pang of guilt. He sits up on the couch and turns his head at you. “I’ll leave you to it, then.”

You sit up as well. “I ordered for the two of us. C’mon, stay for dinner. Let’s… remember us this way, okay? Without so many tears and sadness,” you offer, tilting your head towards him. “I even ordered your favourite one.”

Kazutora rubs his face with his sleeve, erasing the trail of the tears he just shed. Looking at you, he nods, drawing a small smile on his lips.

“Okay. I’ll get it.”

He only walks a few steps towards the door before he feels you tugging at the back of his shirt. Turning around, he notices you’re standing right behind him. Your eyes look up to him, biting your bottom lip and not even a ghost of the smile you previously offered him.

“Before that, uh— I want you to know I… I mean it,” you firmly say, taking in all his facial features, loving how they soften every time he looks at you. “I’ll always love you. No matter how many years go by or if I ever stop being in love with you— I’ll still love you.”

“I’ll always love you too,” he replies, taking your hand and squeezing it softly. “I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted to.”

You finally let out a soft chuckle and squeeze his hand back. The doorbell rings again and you walk around Kazutora to get to it. This time, he’s the one that stops you, not letting go of the hold of your hand. Looking back at him, you notice the soft pout in his lips and how they softly tremble, looming more tears.

“It’s okay,” you assure him, and you know you’re saying it to yourself as well. “Who knows, we might get together again someday. Have our own Casablanca moment. We’ll always have the pet shop,” you joke, trying to fight back to tears that threaten to fill your eyes as well.

It’s Kazutora’s turn to chuckle, only this time he does it along with you. You let go of his hand only to hold his face tenderly, a soft smile as you look at the man you love. Standing on your tiptoes, you press your lips against the beauty mark under his right eye. You feel his hands setting on the small of your back and watch his smile widen when you fall back on your heels.

Locking your fingers with him once more, you open the door.

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