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forthevillains · 2 months

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Ok so here’s my idea… came from a video where a man hires a “wife” and pretends to have a loving family in order to get a promotion from his boss. The “wife” decides to play along and even refuses to get paid for it. The man falls in love with her eventually cause she’s so kind to him.

So i was thinking… what if Wesker had to hire someone to be his significant other to attend a big event/party held by Umbrella? Then he fell in love with her? Imagine he was forced to participate but didn’t expect to meet his love in a boring party 😭

This sounds crazy and kinda cringe but this got me so excited lol

I wanted to write something like that for so long so I feel u! I added a few things to make it work in my head so I hope you don’t mind🫶 (I wrote this while being sick so if anything doesn’t make sense, I apologize)

It was a very important evening to all workers of Umbrella. Everyone was invited and well, the more known they were, the more important their presence would be. Everyone was allowed and not just that - they were expected to bring their other halves, significant others. Wesker wouldn’t care at first. He didn’t want to come anyway, he thought of it as a waste of time, so why should he care? Though when he tried to talk to Spencer, to convince him that he could use that time to work on the research instead, it was to no avail. All Spencer did was tell him to bring some girl too.

Wesker’s annoyance and anger got the best of him. If people thought of him as grumpy before, he’s become an absolute Satan now. Especially when he got to know that he’s to take a woman to the party. Why would he do that anyway? He doesn’t have one, he doesn’t need one, it all sounded so stupid. Is he supposed to find a girlfriend that quick only to dump her as soon as it’s over? No that would be even more stupid.

Wesker knew he had to appear eventually and if he was to do so, he needed someone to act as his partner. An act is all it has to be…

Suddenly an idea popped into his mind. A genius one to be exact. He never thought that he’d come to do something like that, but the opportunity like this could not be wasted. If he didn’t have a spouse, he would simply hire one. And who would be better for the job than someone he already knows? Someone who’s worked for him for a while undercover, someone who always gets the job done - you.

"What the fuck did you just say?!” You nearly choked on your coffee when Wesker informed you about the situation through the phone.

"Just one night, you’re going to act like a girlfriend of mine, be nice to whoever talks to you and at least pretend to have manners. That shouldn’t be a problem, right?” He explains once more, his lips curving into a wicked smile at your reaction. You two weren’t on best terms exactly, but he was willing to pay how much you asked and you were willing to do any filthy job for him. You worked perfectly fine, however only as partners at work.

"I’m an agent, Wesker, not some of your whor-“

"How much do you want, dear?“ he interrupted you. He knew you couldn’t say no to such an easy job. All you wanted was money and he was willing to deliver. So you agreed, though you knew he wouldn’t make it easy for you.

You two made the deal and of course, he wouldn’t let you drown in your own questions about the evening, so you were properly informed, even gifted what you were to wear.

For the whole evening you tried not to leave Wesker’s side. As if he’d let you anyway. You knew what Umbrella was and if you felt anything apart from disgust as you entered, hand in hand with the head researcher, it was curiosity. You were nervous, yet made sure to be observant. It was your first time in there, although you’ve been working with Wesker for a while.

It didn’t take much time for people to notice you, their gazes not leaving you for even a second as realization of who you’re there with hit them. Some of them whispered to each other, some just stared in a surprise. It’s not like anyone would expect Albert Wesker himself to be close to someone, especially in a romantic kind of way. He was a loner, someone who didn’t trust anybody apart from himself, who only talked to two people more than was necessary.

Soon you met a few other scientists and you could feel how Albert was tense as he held you, his arm around your waist, gripping onto you tightly whenever someone was talking to you. You looked at him each time he did that only to find out that he was paying you no other attention. Or so you thought.

It was only about time you let loose finding out that there was no catch as you might’ve thought at first. You’ve began to seek fun instead of possible threats. Though when you were ready to leave Albert’s side he only tightened his grip on you, stopping you immediately.

"What do you want now?” You raised an eyebrow.

"You’re staying here with me like a good loving girlfriend would,” Wesker immediately replied.

"Oh right… I should’ve expected that if you had a girlfriend you’d treat her like a dog.” Your words were harsh and inappropriate, but that was the way you are - honest whenever you could. And since no one could hear the two of you as you kept the distance, you said what was on your mind.

"How I would treat a woman is none of your concerns. You’re staying here.” What you didn’t know is that he wanted you by his side to avoid any unnecessary interaction with others. There were too many people that despised him and it wouldn’t be far from truth that he felt the same way towards them, if not even worse. He needed you, you were the most comfort he could have there even if you were just an agent who happened to work for him.

"Albert! I-I mean we have been looking for you.” It’s no surprise that William with his wife appeared, but it almost made you jump, which made them turn towards you. "And who is this?”

Wesker let you introduce yourself on your own, to make it more difficult for you, grinning at you the whole time. It was quite entertaining seeing you struggle with saying out loud that you’re his girlfriend. You surely needed a shot after that. And this time, he even let you go. Which was probably not the best idea. You didn’t get too drunk, but enough to be a little tipsy.

You roamed around like a lost puppy, telling yourself that you were looking for toilets, but deep inside you knew you just grew more curious knowing this place is free for you to explore without any restraints. However Albert never really let you out of his sight. His shades were very good at hiding his eyes so that no one knew he wasn’t listening to them at all, that he didn’t even look them in the eyes as he shook their hands. You were his girlfriend for the day and he would not risk anything knowing how much you loved to play games with him. Even though he loved it too…

When you disappeared in the hallway, he was right behind you, immediately pinning you to the nearest wall. "Where do you think you’re going, dearheart?”

You gasped at the impact and looked up at him. "I needed to pee,” you said.

Wesker looked you up and down, thinking whether to trust you or not. But no matter how hard he tried to do just that, his eyes got stuck on how beautiful the dress made you look, especially in the cleavage area.

"My eyes are up here, Wesker,” you frowned. You maybe couldn’t see his eyes but you sure felt his burning gaze on your skin and the way his head was tilted downwards also hinted where he was really looking.

"Really?” Now he looked into your eyes and you wished nothing more than to see his own in that moment. Drunk or not, you’d always appreciate Wesker when he wasn’t acting like a grumpy old man.

He leaned forward, his nose brushing against your cheek lightly, before he whispered "I apologize, my dear, I didn’t know.” His words sent shivers down your spine and you tried to make a step back, even though you were so close to the wall it almost hurt your back. That made him smirk.

Wesker was never a touchy person, but right now, after he had few glasses of wine himself, he couldn’t resist the way you looked, not only talking about how good you smelled. And you were all his, for this night at least. Before you got the chance to ask him what the hell is he doing, he gently kissed your cheek, his lips slowly moving towards your jaw. He found it adorable when you threw your head back to give him more access, sliding a hand to your lower back to support your trembling body.

"This wasn’t part of the deal,” you choked out, trying your best to not let out any sound of pleasure.

"I feel like this is what couples do, though. Don’t you think so too?” His mouth moved even lower, his tongue caressing your skin before he nibbled at your neck lightly, drawing another gasp out of you. He felt unprofessional, he was suddenly nothing but a man in need. How the hell did you taste so sweet?

He began to kiss your neck, too caught up in the moment, in how good you tasted. His teeth kept grazing your skin, over and over again, teasing you, leaving you scared whether he would sink them into your neck like a vampire or not. You didn’t even want to think about it, because if you did - you’d probably come to conclusion that you like it.

Though, instead of sinking his teeth into you, he sucked in your delicate skin, forcing a moan out of you. It flattered him, it really did. The way you squirmed in his arms, the way your heartbeat quickened, breath ragged and pupils dilated… He was too caught up in all that, he got carried away (or maybe he did it on purpose).

Suddenly an echo of steps could be heard and he was forced to pull away from you, as a few of his co-workers walked by, already giving the two of you disgusted looks. Wesker only nodded at them to get going before turning back to you.

"That was a mistake.” He spoke, breathless, one of his palms already on your cheek, gently caressing it. And it meant one thing - he didn’t mean the words. All of his actions sold him out. No matter what he’d say, it wouldn’t save him now. No matter how calm he acted.

You were a totally different case though, your head was dizzy and you couldn’t tell if what just happened was real or a dream. You felt like you were floating, but still, you nodded. "We should… get back,” you then muttered and tried to make a step forward, but your knees failed you and you almost fell to the ground. If it wasn’t for your boyfriend for the night who quickly caught you. "Sorry.” You only added. He couldn’t comprehend whether it was the alcohol or his doings that got you like that, but he somehow found it cute. But you could never know, he was too good at hiding his own feelings.

When you got back, it was all the same, except for a few details that you probably wouldn’t even be able to catch. Wesker’s hold on you was firm, yet gentle, his gaze kept drifting towards you as he scanned your body language to know if you’re alright. He was trying to see if the moment the two of you had did leave a mark on you only physically or also mentally. He wanted to know how you felt. But he wouldn’t dare ask, not in front of all these people. So he just waited for the end of the night. Only taking in how beautiful you looked, how well you talked your way out of all the questions even with alcohol in your system. He truly admired your talents, how well you worked with people. Though what he enjoyed the most was your warmth. Something he hasn’t felt for a while as he was a workaholic, with no time for lovers, not even affairs. He thought he didn’t need physical touch, but your body next to his felt perhaps too good.

Finally, it was over. You were able to say goodbyes to the very few people that dared approach you, before the two of you finally left the building, both glad it was finally over. The silence between you was uncomfortable, tense and even though you wanted to speak up, you were afraid of making it all just worse. You might’ve talked your way out of discussions about opinions on animal or human testing, but for sure you couldn’t find one good word in a conversation with the man beside you.

Only when you two entered the car, Wesker in driver’s seat and you in passenger seat, then he sighed in relief as it was just the two of you. And that alone made you speak up.

"Don’t say anything, whatever it is, I don’t wanna talk about it, I’m too done for that,” you say before he has the chance to say anything and for once he gives up, knowing that it must’ve been draining for you. Especially knowing that you hate special occasions and tight dresses. But you still did it, for him. And also for money, but that didn’t really seem that important to you as you’ve actually quite enjoyed his company (you wouldn’t admit it though).

Wesker started the car and let you be without any other words. He wanted to give you space after what happened and so he did. You were quick to fall asleep in your seat, making it easier for him to look at you without being seen at all. His eyes kept drifting towards your neck the most and it took all his self control not to grin at the hickeys. God did he want to do it again.

His first intentions were to bring you to your house and drop you off in there, but as you slept in the seat next to him, he changed his mind. You were going home with him whether you liked it or not. He paid you for the whole night anyway, so you couldn’t say a word against it even if you were awake.

If you were still asleep when he got home, he’d carefully take you in his arms and carry you all the way to his bed. You might wake up alone the next day, but you’d surely know who was the one to take care of you. And even though he wouldn’t dare admit any feelings towards you just yet, he’s surely going to be way more gentle with you from now on…

#albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #oneshot #resident evil #resident evil wesker #wesker x reader #wesker x you

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auras-moonstone · 10 months

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can you write something of jack x shy!reader that are either working on a romcom together or she’s his interviewer?

hi! i actually really like how this turned out. hope you like it too💓

enchanted to meet you — jack champion

word count: 1,409

pairing: jack champion x fem!interviewer!reader

summary: y/n feels scared for her first job as an interviewer but jack’s warming demeanour makes her feel more comfortable as the interview goes on.

Y/N’S HANDS WERE SHAKY AND SHE CONSTANTLY HAD TO RUB THEM ON HER DRESS BECAUSE OF HOW SWEATY THEY WERE. To be fair, she was only 18 years old and doing her first interview. It was very sudden, she just started working on this known magazine and the woman who was supposed to go to the Scream premiere had an accident so they just sent the only person available: Y/N Y/L. And of course the person she had to interview was Jack fucking Champion—the six foot tall boy with unbelievable gorgeous factions and a killer smile.

Y/N was probably the youngest person in there. Everyone seemed to know each other and she was just there, alone and feeling extremely scared and anxious. She used to have a plan—start getting over her shyness with chill interviews so that in the future she could be ready to interview famous celebrities. But no, she was straight off sent to the premiere of one of the most successful franchises of all time. She was going to throw up.

The silhouette of the boy started to make his way to her “Hi!” his excited voice greeted her, pulling her out of her thoughts.

Y/N looked up, her eyes meeting a very bright brown set of eyes. The boy was even prettier in person (and taller). He was wearing a white tank top below his stylish black jacket and black trousers. He was so handsome. And did she mention he was really tall?

“Hi, sorry. I was lost in my thoughts” she apologised, her cheeks already turning red. That was a typical feature of her—always expect her to blush, her blood always betrayed her.

Jack was instantly enchanted by her sweet and soft voice. He had never felt so nervous during an interview—probably because he had never been interviewed by someone his age, and certainly not by anyone close to being as breathtaking as her.

“It’s okay” he assured her, his smile so shiny it almost blinded her.

Y/N smiled thankful “First, I’d like to congratulate you on your movie! I got to see you on Avatar and thought you did an amazing job. It’s fantastic that you got to work in such iconic franchises! Were you a fan of the Scream movies before getting the role?” her voice, thankfully, didn’t show how insanely nervous she was. But the hand holding the mic certainly did. Jack noticed her shaky grip, and he wanted so bad to put his hand on hers to comfort her, but he knew it would be too much.

“Thank you so much, you’re really sweet. And yeah, it’s honestly a dream come true” Jack pulled his dazzling smile and Y/N couldn’t help but take a quick look at it. He had perfect teeth, holy shit. “I watched the movies before we started filming and I absolutely loved them!”.

“Can I ask who your favourite Ghostface is?” Y/N questioned him. Very original, Y/N, she said to herself. Why did they hire her? She was really not qualified for this.

“Oh, I love that question!” Jack exclaimed. “You know, I always say Stu but now that I have re-watched the movies and read some opinions online, I also really like Jill! What are yours?”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise, she was not expecting him to ask her questions. It wasn’t usual during interviews for reporters to be questioned “Oh- I- I think Roman, Stu and Jill” she answered nervously. His eyes were so strongly focused on her that she almost melted on the spot.

“Roman is also a really good choice. You have great taste! And by the way, I love your outfit” Jack complimented her, looking at the black dress—it was like the one Courtney Cox used at the beginning of Scream 2. Y/N stood still. Did he know the effect those words had on her? Because she was two seconds away from collapsing.

“Thank you for saying that… your outfit is amazing too” she brushed it off with a little laugh.

“Thank you! Look, I have ghostface socks!” he said in an enthusiastic tone. She look down to see the black socks with patters of the mask and couldn’t help but smile.

“That’s adorable” the comment slipped out of her mouth before she could stop it. But far from being uncomfortable, Jack’s smile grew bigger. “Did you all know who was playing Ghostface from the beginning or was it something you found out towards the end of the shooting?”

“Actually, we didn’t know who would be playing Ghostface until the revealing scene” he answered, and admired the way her eyes shone in awe. “I take it you are a really big fan of the franchise”.

Y/N let out a nervous laugh, feeling a bit embarrassed “Is my enthusiasm that readable? I’m sorry, I literally grew up watching those movies”

“And now you are at the premiere interviewing the cast! That’s amazing!” he exclaimed loudly.

His happy aura was really contagious and it made her feel a little less shy “Well, thank you, Jack. Do you have any future projects?”

“Yes! I actually did a movie with Liam Neeson that will be coming out soon called Retribution and another one called Freaky Tales! So yeah, I’m very excited” he balanced on his feet.

“That’s amazing! Congratulations” Y/N gave him a genuine smile. Then they heard someone calling his name, telling him it was time to go. “Thank you for you time, Jack. Hope you felt comfortable”.

“I did! It was fun, and you were excellent” Jack smiled down at her. The team kept calling him but he wouldn’t move, trying to decide if he should just ask for her instagram or if it would be too weird. Maybe she had a partner, god he hoped not. Before he could even ask her name, Mason came to him and grabbed his arm.

“Jack, we have to go” his friend told him. Jack sighed, waving at the beautiful interviewer and cursing himself for not being quick enough.

Y/N turned around, ready to walk back to the van, completely wonderstruck by the charming young actor. She just prayed that wasn’t the last time they saw each other.

THE INTERVIEW WENT VIRAL IN LESS THAN AN HOUR, AND EVEN FOR A FAMOUS COMPANY, IT WAS UNEXPECTED. The people were going wild on the comment section, pointing out how the actor looked at his interviewer in complete amazement. No one would have thought it was going to have such a repercussion. Especially not Y/N.

championslover man was in AWE

liked by masonthegooding

landrydaylight pls the way he looks at her i need them to be together!!!

liked by masonthegooding, jennaortega, baileybass, jamieflatters and more.

haunted.ethan “look, i have ghostface socks” really jack??? 😂😂😂

devyn_nekoda i can’t believe he said that omg

jackchampion I WAS NERVOUS OKAY LET ME BE

ghostfacelandry the evolution on this two min interview was so heartwarming??? like she was really shy at first but then you could tell she got used to his presence omg i adore them

jacksrep the way she blushes!! girl is honestly strong cause i would’ve passed out from having him in front of me

spiderboyjack let’s go to the important thing: does anyone have her insta????

championslover i just found it, it’s y/n.y/l/n (holy shit she’s so pretty!!!)

jacksgf oh jack… i get it now!!!

jackchampion championslover thank you for your service 🫡

championslover oh he’s down BAD

liked by jackchampion

jackchampion started following you

Y/N stared at the notification in shock. And then her heart stopped when she saw another notification, this time it was a direct message.

hey! it’s jack

i really wanted to get your instagram the day of the interview but honestly i was too scared

hi jack!

well, i’m glad your fandom (who honestly should be called by the fbi) found it.

hahaha me too tbh

and i’m going to be forward, i can’t stop thinking about you ever since the interview and it was killing me that i didn’t even get your name (by the way i’m praying you don’t have a partner).

i can’t stop thinking about you either (nope, i’m single)

you made me feel really comfortable, and that is not something i can say about a lot of people… especially not those who i talked to for two minutes

i don’t know.. you give that special kind of vibe very few people have

you know how to make someone blush ☺️

i heard it was your first interview. i can’t believe it, you were amazing!

thank you! i was so nervous but it could’ve gone way worse

you made it easier, you were really sweet

i’m glad i was your first interview then :)

i was wondering if you’d like to have dinner with me tomorrow? i’d really like to get to know you better

i would love to, jack!

great! send me your address and i’ll pick you up at seven.

can’t wait 🤍

me neither😫 wanna facetime???

sure! text me xxx xxxx

#jack champion #ethan landry #jack champion x y/n #jack champion fluff #jack champion x reader #jack champion imagine #jack champion oneshot #jackchampion #jack champion fanfic #scream 6 #scream iv #ethanlandry

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margotwhites · 2 months

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Jason Todd x female reader

Summary: You pissed him off more than anyone else in the world. With your killing, with the dirty job you do. The truth is, you asked for what was coming for you. And he was more than happy to deliver.

Warnings: SHORT SMUT (it's not super long.) dirty talk, degradation, very mean Jason

Disclaimer: english is NOT my first language, so probably there are mistakes. Feel free to correct me.

Your heels collide against the floor of your apartment. It was a nice place — expensive, full of luxuries that you were able to provide yourself with. You were proud of yourself, really. Accomplishing so much in such a little age. You know how people see you. How your friends perceive you. A rich heir, a daddy’s girl. Little do they know you are your own daddy, or whatever the phrase is. It doesn’t matter.

Little do they know that you kill people for a living. You’re such a sweet girl. So polite and happy. You snicker, thinking about the idiots the surround you. None of them realize your little disfarce. They think you truly are the innocent, charming little girl that makes everyone love her. It’s almost irritating, how nobody ever sees the real you. They don’t seem to realize the person behind the smile, the killer behind the delicate body.

You grab a cigarette, lightning while sipping a Blue Label from an elegant glass of whiskey. Observing Gotham lights from your giant window, that extends from your feet towards the roof. Your office, inside your penthouse apartment. Today, today was a good day. Today you deserved a Blue Label. Nothing more; it wasn’t good enough for a Macallan Valerio 1926, even if you do have the bottle. But it was good enough for a Blue Label.

So you drink, and appreciate the view of Gotham. Gotham, that provides you with so much opportunities. It’s not a city for everyone. Hell, it isn’t the best city for almost anyone. But for you? Gotham was perfect just as it is. Dirty, rough and wicked.

Today is going to be a good night, you think. You couldn’t know how right you were.

Finally. He was finally able to track where that bitch lives. Jason is not one that usually delivers those kind of offensive words towards women. In reality, that’s his line. He is okay with murder, hell, he is one, but misogyny is the line for him. But you. You deserve every single bad word he can thinks of. He despises you.

Six months ago, a bunch of killings started to happen in the higher classes of Gotham. Entrepreneurs being killed at cold blood, for no clear reason. Then, his own targets started to come down too. The crime lords, the drug lords, the sex traffickers, all coming down, one by one. He thought it was a good thing. Someone else is also doing the job. He didn’t felt jealous his targets were being taken down by other hands. Hell, he was happy.

But those who remained, the criminals that remained, those weren’t being taken down. They were growing, expanding their business. And then he thought they would be over too, if not by his hands, by the hands of whoever that was ending everyone with such ability. But it wasn’t the case. He realized, maybe too late, that there were specific man who had protection.

With a quick research of his own, asking the right questions at the right contacts, he found out. It wasn’t a vigilante who was ending the criminals or the business man. It was a hired assassin.

And he knew he had to take you down when you started killing innocent people for money. When it wasn’t just the douchebags anymore. It was just rich people, being killed because your clients wanted to take over the money or the business. Does he have a huge amount of sympathy for rich snobs? No. But an innocent is an innocent. And he wasn’t letting that slide.

But you had a pattern, he realized. No women or children. Those were not killed. Mostly, your victims were rich, white man. It doesn’t make it any less worst for Jason. Well, maybe a little, but even so, he needs to take you down. But what really pissed him off is not the work you do. What pisses him off the most is how your always, always one step ahead of him.

But not anymore. He was finally able to track your home, after three months of search. Gotham is a huge city, and you hid your tracks so well he didn’t even know your name till now. He never saw your face. He just knows you’re a woman. And now, where you live. Well, he expects he is right about it, because if he isn’t, he’s going to invade an extremely wealthy apartment and that might cause problems.

So he just hopes his informants were right.

You were inside your bathtub, big enough for ten people, reading a deliciously smutty book and drinking red wine. You didn’t have much time for romance in your life, unfortunately. So you read books, that deliver you a tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach. Your hair was up in a bun, showing your elegant features.

Jason enters the apartment through the window of one of the living rooms. The sight of the luxurious apartment, bought with the blood of innocent people, disgusted him. He stepped carefully, observing the surroundings. The light was off. Maybe you were out working or attending to a ball. He knew you did that a lot. He gets into one of the corridors, and realizes there is no one in this floor. But there is stairs in the end of the corridor, and he goes up to the second floor.

The second floor is just as big as the first, and every light is off. He enters inside another living room. No — a library. Then at a second kitchen, a cinema room, and a lot of another stupid luxuries that he didn’t give a shit about. But there is a room he didn’t check already, and he opens the door. Big bed. A piano inside the room. More walls filled with books and paintings. Very elegant, cozy.

He notices then, a small light coming from under a door. He grabs his gun, and with no second thought, opens the door forcefully, making it slam on the wall. He points the gun at you, that is still inside the ridiculously big bathtub, full of bubbles. You close your book and stares at him, and then he stares at you, and for one second Jason truly believes he is in the wrong place, because there is no way a woman with that face could be a hired killer.

But then you smile. “Jason Todd. Came here to join me?”

A chill runs down his spine. How the fuck did you know about his identity? He tries not to demonstrate how shaken he is by your revelation.

“Get out of the tub. Hands up in the air where I can see.” He says, his voice cold. It sends a chill down your spine.

“That’s not a proper way to treat a lady, you know. I’d like some privacy.” You say, voice sweet like venom.

“Pity. Hands up.” He insists on the matter, gripping his gun tighter, his finger on the trigger. This woman is dangerous and he knows it. A single moment of inattention, she can end him like a snake.

You chuckle, and stands up, the bubbles and foam running down your exposed body. You step cautiously out of the tub, not really mind the fact that he could see your whole body in full display. Your mind is worried with a different thing: just how the hell you will get out of this situation.

You could kill him, yes. It would be harder than your usual target, but you both are inside of your home. He’s in your territory. Even if he’s the one holding the gun, you still have the upper hand; you just need to distract him enough to catch one of your daggers.

But the truth is, you don’t really wanna kill him. Yes, he’s been a pain in the ass the last six months. But he was a good man. You respected that, eve if you’re not good yourself.

"At least be a gentleman and handle me that towel." You say, pointing at the towel hanging close to where Jason stands. He thinks for a moment. Maybe it's a trick. But you are indeed naked, and he feels a little bad exposing a woman at an arrest while being completely naked.

So he turns around slightly to grab the towel, and that's all the time you need to burst running through the bathroom door. As soon as he realizes he curses loudly and goes after you, but you already caught a dagger that was in a counter.

He thinks about shooting you, that would make it all easier. But something inside his guts doesn't allow him to. So he keeps pointing at you, a dagger in your hand, and you're ready to strike.

The chill of the cold air makes shivers run down your naked body. you're still dripping wet, the bun now undone, your hair falling down till it's complete length.

Jason catches his breath. You were beautiful. He was working though, no time to get distracted by skin. Even if it is the most perfect thing he ever seen.

"Drop the weapon and get into your knees. Or I'll shoot." He says, coldly.

"I wouldn't shoot me if I were you. You'll create enemies I don't think you're interested in." You reply, and you're not bluffing.

You're crazy, he realizes. To burst towards him while he is holding a gun. He missed, yes, but he could have shot you accidentally is some vital place, and he doesn't want that either. You're nuts.

"On your knees. Now." He says, almost barking. Before he can say anything else, you strike forward. He shoots, but misses. In the meantime, you are able to draw a deep cut in his arm.

He hisses at the cut in his forearm, and you're about to deliver another one to his chest, but he grabs your wrist , shoving you against the wall. He is physically stronger than you, so you'll need to get out of the situation in another way.

"Be fucking quiet." He says, when you open your mouth to say something. You smirk, staring at him.

He can't help but feel attracted towards you, completely bare against that wall, his hand holding your wrists upon your hand. He looks at you and an urge to fuck you right there gets him.

Because he hate you, he really does. Even more now that you managed to play him for a fool. He hates you, and he hates that you're so hot, so tempting. He hates that he can't help but stare at your tits, or notice how small you look compared to him, and how tight you would be.

And he hates it even more because he knows he can't.

"You want me, don't you?" You say, noticing his silence. It's just a whisper. But you have a smile on your face. And then he knows, you want it too.

But you're still a damn assassin who needs a lesson. And he's glad to give it to you.

He grabs your hair, and with force shoves you into the ground, on your knees in front of him. You frown, looking up at his face. You try to stand up again, but he point the gun at you.

"Stay quiet." He says, his voice breathy. God, is he really going to do this? Yeah. Fuck it. He can see it in your eyes. You desire him too.

So with his other hand he starts to undo his belt, letting in fall on the floor. He opens his zipper, and without shame or regret he pulls his cock out, pumping slowly.

Your eyes widened. Okay. This wasn't what you were expecting, but it's way better than be arrested. So you go for it.

You open your lips, inviting him. He doesn't lose time, shoving his whole length down your throat, making you gag. He still points a gun to your head with one hand, the other moving your head, his balls hitting your chin every single time.

"Fuck- you should quit your job as an assassin, ya know? You're way better like this." He says, mockingly. You get irritated, and tries to push him away to do some snarky comment, but he pulls you into his hips again, making you close your eyes.

You relax your jaw and your throat, and lets him facefuck you. He grunts, you gag, and you don't know for how long the whole ordeal went, but suddenly he grabbed your hair again and pulled you up, his cock slipping out of your mouth with a pop.

"Turn around." He says, harshly.

"Fuck off-" you try to say, even when you feel your legs trembling at his hot, dominant tone.

He scoffs, the sound lightly different because of his mask, and with a pull on your arm makes you turn around. He grabs your ass and open it, kneeling behind you, observing your pussy.

"You're wet. Pathetic slut." He says, and stands up again. He doesn't waste time and shoves himself inside of you, making you moan softly. He was so big, and the stretch was so painfully delicious.

He starts to fuck you like you're a toy, not slowing down and not really giving a damn about your pleas. He grabs your throat, forcing your back against his chest, your breasts tightly pressed against the wall.

"Shut your mouth and take it like the good whore you are." He says in your ear, making irritation grow inside of you. You try to think about something clever to say back to him, anything really, but you can't.

All you can think about is how he hits all the sweet spots inside of you, making you squirm. He slaps your ass, grip tight in your throat.

"God- slow down-" You manage to say.

"Shh. I said for you to be quiet and take it." He says, slapping you again, harder this time.

He gets out of you, and throws you on the bed. You try to create some distance between you two, but he grabs your ankle and pulls you back into him. Not giving you time to think before he slaps your abused cunt.

You let out a little scream, trying to close your legs. No point in it. He forces them open, observing the wet mess that you are.

"Maybe I won't arrest you, after all. Maybe I should keep you to myself. As my personal slut. What do you think?" He whispers, and puts his dick back into you. You moan, unable to respond, too focused in getting fucked.

His hips slam against you, reaching a point so deep no one ever reached before.

"Jason- oh God-" You say, hands going to his shoulders, bringing him closer.

He chuckles, one hand going between your bodies to pinch your clit. You arch your back at the soft pain, moaning.

"You like that? You like being fucked like a whore?" He asks, giving you a little slap on the face. It's not hurtful, just a reminder of who is in charge.

And you find yourself nodding, too lost in the pleasure.

The pleasure is like a wave, with each thrust of his hips you find yourself moaning louder, almost shouting his name. He takes his mask off, and kisses you, his tongue invading your mouth and tasting your lips.

He moves positions again, putting you on all fours. It keeps going for a long time, your eyes rolling up your skull, one of his hands on your ass and the other one grabbing your hair, pulling your head backwards.

"Fuck- you're tight for a whore-" He says, chuckling.

"That's because I'm- oh- I'm not one!" You say, irritated.

"Oh, you don't like me calling you a whore? What about my little whore? Sounds better?"

You clench around him, because yes, it does sounds better. He notices and chuckles again, a little breathy, but still able to talk.

"That's what I thought."

After everything, he did actually arrest you. He gave you time to put your clothes on, the gun always pointed. But it doesn't matter. You'll be free in two days, and you both know that.

And Jason finds himself... excited about the thought of your freedom.

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the smut was a little shorter than what I planned, but I intend on doing more of this type of fics. with more smut. hehe.

#jason todd #jason todd reader #batfamily #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd deserves better #jason todd x you #jason todd blurb #jason todd fluff #jason x reader #jason todd smut

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dizzy-n-busy · 6 months

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★There's Peace in Submission ★

In other words, Rook is overworked and Auron helps!

{cw: Mildly/unintentionally suggestive(?), non-sexual kneeling, d/s w/ pet mention, Rook behaves pet-like and enjoys it}

I dunno why this thought has plagued me but have it 🔪🔪

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They were overworked.

They knew they would be, with a job like theirs and a Boss like that, it was bound to be straining.

However, it doesn't stop the fact that it's a lot. Yeah, Rook's a good employee who gets work done properly and has higher-ranked levels of experience compared to some of the other new hires, but it's still a lot of work.

Still too many words, too much blue light, too many hand cramps, back pains, repetitive gossiping voices they can just barely hear beyond the clicking of keys which seem endless but never enough.

It was maddening.

So much so that Rook had stood at the printer about 5 minutes after their papers were already printed, thoughts garbled and a migraine buzzing behind the pain killers they'd already taken. They swallow and blink out of their trance, collecting their papers and trudging off to their Boss's office.

They focused on the clicks their shoes made and not the vertigo peeking around the corner - which keeps happening everytime they're up for too long - thinking over their greeting for the red-head. Just a small and simple 'good evening sir, I have all the records you asked for' and they'd be out, filling out the rest of the hours till close with the constant humming overhead lights and blank stare at a screen.

Fun.

Rook eventually sees a shiny, copper colored name tag glimmering on a dark oak door. They straighten their spine as they walk down the hallway to it, barely remembering to knock first.

Knock, Knock...!

Two knuckle taps got a chilled 'come in'.

The doors hinges hardly squeaked due to upkeep but with how overwhelmed Rook's senses were, they were deafening.

Auron sat on the opposite side of the room, half covered by his desk and laptop, writing on a piece of paper with quick glances. Rook swallows down the exhaustion and creaks open their mouth.

" I have the records..."

They flinch at the crackly tone and poor introduction, their throat felt like bleeding from the misuse.

The voice seemed to shock Auron, given how he paused and glanced at who spoke. Behind the expanse of his pupils laid a bleak confusion.

" Rook? " He spoke differently, a bit softer than normal. Despite his gaze being analytical and cold, Rook felt their knees almost go out at the worry flashing in his body language.

They tried to talk again but it seemed fruitless when he beckons them closer, their body moves subconsciously and they feel inclined to shut the door. Auron leans in a bit closer as well, staring into their eyes.

Rook liked Auron's eyes, through the clear glass of the frames perched on his nose bridge did his brown eyes shine; having a wall that always seemed to fall away when they locked eyes. Those same glass framed eyes fitted around Rook's face with assessment.

Auron's lashes fluttered slightly when he did, Rook noted that his bottom ones were always just a tiny bit longer and more pronounced than the thick layer on top. His eyes lid a bit and he leans back in his chair.

" Have you been taking care of yourself, Rook? " The sentence falls slowly, with a drawl of sentiment lagging a bit behind.

Rook creases their brows and almost drops their papers, " why do you ask? "

Auron raises a brow at the distinct lack of his title in their sentence.

" Considering your one of my most prevalent employees, with a very important job, I'd hate it if you started lagging behind due to - " his eyes give them a once over, " - personal issues. "

Rook knaws at their inner cheek, looking down quickly. It was expected of them to behave professionally but they don't even know how to respond without breaking down into frustrated tears.

" Eyes on me. "

It was a familiar sentence, one that was dipped in baritone - one they couldn't disobey.

" Tell me what's wrong, Rook. " His softened brown eyes search theirs for any hints, unknowingly disarming them further with the milk chocolate color, " I want to know if I can help at all. "

Now, Rook has never been particularly shy; if they wanted something, they'd ask - but his question sparked more than just asking for a 5 minute break.

" Can I kneel for you later? "

They kept their voice low, mostly to keep it from crackling again. They stared at Auron who seemed just a bit taken aback, shielded eyes hold a firm gaze. It's too much for Rook, they glanced down.

They've talked about this recently, a random droning conversation a week ago by now; prattling on about anything that came to mind. Rook confessed that they liked kneeling for Auron, not in a sexual way (unless the time calls for it) but a therapeutic way.

They told him how they felt safe and comfortable sitting by legs and placing their head on his knee. He told them that could be arranged whenever they need it, he even bought a pillow on one of their outing trips.

" Why later? "

Their eyes rush back to his just as he throws down something to his side; Auron motions them closer and they follow, legs numb and arms heavy. Crossing the barrier of his desk showed a pillow on the floor, right beside his legs. Rook's eyes flicker to his immediately when he speaks.

" Why not now? " The red-head shifts forward and grabs the records from their hands. His sentence discombobulates them more.

They rush out an anxious explanation, the thoughts they've been having crystalized into words.

" We're still on the clock and I still have more work to do - " They can hardly feel Auron's hands encompass theirs, " - I have to file some extra data and fix a new hires misstep in the system...! "

Their rambling falls short when Auron squeezes their hands. " As far as I'm concerned, you've done all that you were assigned today. "

Rook wants to retort, but they can't. He only scheduled them to do the records today since they completed a large chuck of work yesterday. Their mouth hangs open in a part from lack of response and Auron grins at them.

" And extremely well at that, I can just tell by the papers here that you didn't slack a second on it. "

Rook almost preens at the praise rolling down their spine. Their knees buckle.

" Kneel for me, pet. "

Rook dips to the plush pillow on the floor, one knee after the other; their hands slipping from Auron's to rest on either side of their thighs. They keep their eyes on Auron, finding his head slightly tilted and leaning against his knuckles with his elbow to the glossy surface of the desk.

He taps his leg once with his off hand, the pointer and middle finger skirting the edge of his knee, clad in tailored pants.

It was inviting.

Rook gently lays their head to it, feeling the thoughts slip away. They barely catch Auron ringing up someone.

" Hey, Trish? Cancel everyone whose supposed give me their work in person, I have important business to do. "

And they sat there for hours as Auron looked through their work they'd given him. Loving the dull ache in their knees and the smooth fabric against their cheek. Auron had started playing some random instrumental music, saying it helped him concentrate.

Rook knew it was for them but they didn't bother saying anything about it, they don't even think they can talk right now.

Auron shifts back in his chair and gazes at the darkening sky from the big glass windows. He sighs contently and looks down to Rook sitting still and relaxed by his leg.

He can see that their mouth is slightly open and their eyes are damn near closed, he places a hand in their hair, " Rook - "

He gets cut short when their head follows his hand, leaning into the delicate touch and now showing their face to him from the crane in their neck.

Their eyes fluttering and rolling to a close, a catch in their breath - dissimilar to a pant - brushes against his inner arm which they lean their cheek to; their skin warm and soft against his pulse.

Auron smiles, seeing them far more relaxed and calm then they were when they first arrived. He moves his hand to coddle their cheek, making their eyes open blearily, the color almost completely black from the expanse of their pupils.

" Let's go home, Rook. "

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#them ‼️#yuurivoice #yuurivoice auron #yuurivoice rook

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crimsoni-nkwell · 1 year

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Milo Thatch x Male!reader smut

Female/fem aligned, this isn’t for you

You have big dreams for your life, and you don’t intend to let anything get in the way. Especially your attraction to men, which you’ve kept hidden for years. That is, until you meet Milo James Thatch

It was something you’d thought about before, a constant presence in the back of your mind, but you’d pushed it down. It was ridiculous to think of, and you had goals and plans that it would get in the way of. If you wanted your life to amount to anything, you would have to ignore the dull longing to be with a man until the day you died.

Well, that was how you used to think. Until you met him. 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘰. Milo James Thatch, as he had introduced himself.

Fresh out of college and on a mission to do something with your life, you had made quick work of finding a moderately well paying job as an assistant budget manager at Smithsonian Institute in Washington, D.C. You had no intention of staying in Washington for very long, but you needed to think realistically about what jobs would hire a young man such as yourself.

Milo had accosted you in the hall, not two hours into your first day on the job. Shaking your hand enthusiastically, he introduced himself and barely paused to hear your name before going off on a spiel about his first days at Smithsonian. You had been surprised, yet not uncomfortable. In fact, you felt a distinct sense of contentment wash over you, and listened to him attentively until you had to excuse yourself.

Later that day, you asked one of the other men at the institute about Milo. He had looked at you with a look of poorly veiled disgust on his face.

“He’s a linguist. Works in the boiler room.” He lowered his voice a bit “If you were to ask me, I’d say he isn’t really all there. In the head, if you catch my drift.”

He’d then given you a few choice words on his theories about Milo’s romantic preferences. You had only nodded shortly at these proclamations, but you took the words to heart. You wanted a career, a life, perhaps even a legacy. Everyone you talked to about Milo seemed to feel the same way as the man, which meant that being seen with him, talking to him, was directly not in your interest. You promised yourself you’d stay away from him.

It wasn’t long before you broke that promise. Despite every ounce of your common sense telling you that you shouldn’t be, you found yourself drawn to Milo. You found that you couldn’t stay away from him. Your relationship with him grew quickly, and it wasn’t long before you were playing off being seen with him to your coworkers, mumbling half hearted excuses about your jobs simply crossing over constantly.

You grew to know Milo inside and out, and he you. You truly believed Milo was the only person you met who had understood you on such a level, and you in turn felt as though you’d never understood a person better. Milo was a breath of fresh air in the harsh, artificial reality you’d come to accept. Try as you might, you couldn’t escape him.

All this came to a head one night when the two of you stayed late in Milo’s office. It was dark except for the faint yellowish-orange glow emanating from the gas lamps scattered around the room. The room was warm, bordering hot, and the only sound was Milo’s voice as he rambled on about something or other. You weren’t really paying attention, just content to be in his presence.

The heat was stifling, you had no idea how Milo didn’t seem affected. You had already shed your coat, now you undid the top button of your shirt, pulling it away from your skin and shifting in the chair you were seated in, trying to get some relief. It didn’t help. Your heart was racing and you could feed your hands beginning to shake. You made a decision.

You stood up. Milo made no notice, continuing to talk. You approached him until you were inches apart. He was standing with his back to you, completely unaware of your presence.

“Milo…” You muttered.

He didn’t hear you.

“Milo,” You said again, this time you placed your hand on his waist and nuzzled your face into his neck.

He paused and turned his head to you, a confused, somewhat nervous smile on his face. He opened his mouth, beginning to form a question but you didn’t let him. You leaned in and pressed your lips to his, softly, you didn’t want to scare him away.

Milo didn’t really kiss you back, he didn’t close his mouth, he kept his eyes open, he didn’t even move. You pulled back, a slight sinking feeling in your chest. Perhaps you had misread him, overstepped his boundaries. Perhaps you were going to lose him, but you kept your composure.

Pulling back you looked him in the eyes. Instinctively, your hand went to the buttons on your shirt, closing the one you had opened earlier.

“Should I not have done that?” You broke the heavy silence that had fallen between you.

Milo shook his head. You felt your throat tighten, and your face grew even warmer.

“Well then. I guess I’ll be going.”

You turned, moving to the chair you had discarded your jacket on, making to pick it up, but before you could, Milo grabbed your wrist. You thought the strength in his grip was astonishing, much tighter than someone with his body should be able to do. He wasn’t making eye contact with you, and he was still shaking his head.

“No that’s not what I meant,” he was muttering quickly, almost to himself “Don’t go. Just…just come back over here.”

You obliged, you wouldn’t have been able not to if you had wanted to. He was taller than you, just enough to lean down slightly when he kissed you. And this time it was a real kiss.

One of his hands was still gripping your wrist, and his free one was trying to find a place to settle. It roamed over your shoulders, hips, back, neck, causing you to shiver slightly.

“Milo,” you whispered his name into the kiss, breathless “Milo,”

Your head was spinning and you wrapped your arm not gripped in Milo’s hand around the back of his neck to steady yourself. The kiss was open mouthed and hungry. You coaxed Milo’s tongue into your mouth. He tasted good, something smoky that you couldn’t quite place. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in the moment.

“This… is so good,” Milo mumbled. His words were strained and broken.

His voice awoke something in you. You opened your eyes and freed your arm from his grip. Grabbing his hips, you walked him backwards until the back of his knees hit the desk and his legs buckled, never once breaking the kiss. Milo clumsily pushed some books and papers off the desk so he could sit comfortably.

He pulled away from the kiss, looking up at you. His glasses were slightly askew. In the faint light you could see his skin was flushed a faint red and his pupils were blown out. The sight sent a blinding heat through your body.

“Jesus,” you muttered to yourself, before quickly beginning to fumble with the buttons of your shirt, and you shrugged it off your shoulders.

Milo began to mimic your actions, but his hands were trembling and he struggled with the buttons. He eventually gave up and pulled the shirt over his head, causing his glasses to get caught and knocking them even more askew. You made to remove them but he stopped you.

“Don’t,” He said faintly “I want to be able to see you,”

His words sent a jolt of heat straight down your body. You had already been painfully hard, but this made it nearly unbearable. You rushed into another kiss, pulling up his hips so they ground against yours. Milo was hard too and the feeling of him against you sent pleasure coursing through your veins.

He ground his hips up into yours again, this time on his own. This went on for a bit, both of you breathless and moaning, until you pulled away from the kiss with an obscene noise. Milo looked at you questioningly, but quickly stopped as you moved down to kiss his neck, biting at his prominent collarbone.

You moved down his body quickly, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses on skin, leaving bruises where you wanted, until you were sitting on your knees between his legs, one hand resting on his thigh. You looked up at him, trying to read his face.

“This is alright with you?” You needed to be sure.

Milo nodded vigorously.

“Yes, yes, please.”

He leaned over and began to fumble with his belt. You reached up, helping him. He lifted his hips, allowing you to pull his pants and boxers down around his ankles.

You wasted no time in taking him into your mouth, gripping his thigh to steady yourself. He moaned, more of a whimper than anything. His hips thrusted into your mouth and he mumbled an apology. You sighed in pleasure, causing Milo to whimper again. You closed your eyes, moving your head up and down, content to listen to Milo’s moans and whimpers.

As Milo’s noises became louder and his hips began to twitch you opened your eyes and looked up at him. His head was tossed back and his eyes were screwed up in pleasure. One of his hands was at his chest, pinching and rubbing at his hardened nipples. The sight was so unbelievably erotic, it was beautiful. Milo noticed you looking and his hand reached down to tangle in your hair. You knew he was close. You sped up your pace and his grip in your hair tightened, and then you pulled off him.

He made a sort of strangled noise, almost a sob, and pushed your head down, trying to make you continue.

“Please, please,” he breathed out, you could swear there were tears forming in his eyes.

You stood up.

“No.” You said, your voice shaky but confident. “I want you inside me.”

Milo looked up at you, shocked at your forwardness,

but then all at once, stood up. He kissed you, hard, and began pushing you towards the wall. He kicked his pants off from around his ankles. He stumbled over them, knocking you into the wall harder than he had intended. You didn’t mind.

The two of you made quick work of removing your pants and boxers, throwing them haphazardly to the side. As Milo began to kiss your neck you let out a strained moan.

“You know how?” You asked, your words coming out desperate.

He nodded. You felt an irrational pang of jealousy, knowing that Milo had been with other men, but it was quickly forgotten when he pressed two fingers to your lips. You opened your mouth, taking them in, running your tongue across them. His fingers were soft and delicate, gently feeling around your mouth.

Milo watched you with half lidded eyes, his breathing slow and loud, until he decided you’d coated his fingers enough and extracted them from your mouth.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he muttered.

You complied, surprised at how he was able to hold you up against the wall. He moved his hand down to your ass, feeling around. He found what he was looking for, and glided a finger around your hole. You gasped slightly at the sensation. Milo’s head was resting on your chest, watching his actions, seemingly curious, observing it as he might some paper or book. You groaned.

“Don’t tease, Milo.”

Milo looked at you and half nodded. You moaned, burying your face in his neck as he slid a finger into you, moving it around experimentally. Your hips jerked back, looking for more. Milo slid the second finger in, and you snapped your head up to kiss him. It was less of a kiss and more of a sharing of air, your head too clouded with pleasure to focus on kissing. Milo curled his fingers, hitting a spot that made you cry out. He did it again, getting a similar reaction and continued to move his fingers around until, satisfied, he pulled them out.

You whimpered at the loss, your hole clenching around nothing, as Milo reached down between you and began to stroke his cock, spreading the precome across it, before aligning himself with you. He pushed into you slowly, making a half sob half moan sound, and causing you to moan loudly.

“Milo,” You whispered.

You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Don’t move yet,” Milo mumbled against your skin.

“What? Why?” Your words came out more desperate than you had intended.

“If you do, I’m going to come.” He sounded slightly embarrassed.

You complied, burying your face into Milo’s neck, relishing the closeness until Milo mumbled a soft okay.

You rolled your hips and the pleasure was instant. Milo was big, bigger than you had realized when you were sucking him off. It almost bordered on painful, but he was at an angle where he was hitting the right spot with every thrust and the pleasure drowned out most of the discomfort.

You had been with other men before, but it had always been for the physical release. Strangers you’d met in dark, rundown hotels or a man you’d locked eyes with at a college party. There had never been any underlying affection, and it had been clear with the way the men had treated you. With Milo it was different, besides the physical pleasure it felt like a seal on your relationship. It felt like you were confirming the trust you had for each other, perhaps even the love. It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. Milo moaned.

“You’re so warm…” He said, his voice soft and thick from pleasure.

You didn’t say anything back, just bit down lightly on his neck. You were so caught up in the pleasure it was hard to do anything besides cling to Milo. You struggled to continue your movement. You shook your head slightly.

“I can’t…”

Milo seemed to catch on as he grabbed your hips, moving you against him. Despite Milo being the one inside you, you had been in control up until this moment. Something about letting Milo have complete authority over you, trusting him with your body, made you want to cry. You desperately wanted to tell him you loved him, more than anything, but you were scared. What if it was too early? What if he didn’t love you and was truly just using you as a form of release as you had done with so many other men?

But, as Milo leaned in close to you, his lips brushing against your ear, something in you snapped.

“I love you,” you said softly.

Milo’s entire body tensed and he came. As he did, he whispered your name over and over like a prayer and other proclamations of love. The feeling of Milo inside you and hearing the broken way he said “I love you” sent you over the edge. You swore your vision went white as you arched your body closer to Milo, tears threatening to spill over.

You stayed there for a moment, Milo holding you up while you clung to him, then you disentangled yourself from him. Your legs were weak and there was a dull aching sensation. You leaned heavily against the wall, Milo pressed against you. You were both breathing hard and your skin was burning. Milo’s head was still buried in your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin.

Milo was the one to break the silence.

“Come home with me. Stay the night, I don’t want to be alone.”

“Of course I’ll come home with you.” You said, hardly surprised at the request.

Milo began to laugh softly.

“What’s so funny?” You asked him.

“I just love you,” He said.

You felt a warmth and a sense of peace spread through your body as you realized you’d found a home in Milo, something you’d been searching for for a long time. Any thoughts of your coworkers finding out, any fear of potential consequences were drowned out by the overwhelming desire to be with Milo. You knew he felt the same.

And that was enough.

#fanficton #atlantis the lost empire #milo thatch #milo thatch x reader #x male reader #smut #x male reader smut #gay #bi #mlm

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berenwrites · 3 months

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Late Again? - Stranger Things - Steddie - PG

Rating: PG | cw: mentions of sex | tags: fluff, rich Steve, post Vecna

Prompt: Love is being late to work because you can’t ever say goodbye in a reasonable amount of time (@sharpbutsoft)

A/N: Written for @steddielovemonth day 14. Happy Valentine’s Day everyone. Hope you are having a great day full of love be it platonic or romantic.

Also on AO3 soon | All My Other Stranger Things Fic

Late Again?: Love Is Too Compelling!

“You should just quit,” Eddie said, doing his very best to drag Steve back to bed.

“And leave Robin alone?” he replied, slipping out of his boyfriend’s grip. “I couldn’t. She took a year out so she could earn some money for college, and I won’t leave to her deal with Keith on her own.”

“Let me guess, you offered to give her the money and she said no,” Eddie said, flopping back onto the pillows.

“Yep,” he said, searching around for his work vest. “She’s being stubborn, wants to earn her own way. I’ve tried explaining that since my Grandpa died I have more money than I know what to do with, but she keeps telling me I might need it in the future. It was hard enough to get her to let me pay for some proper driving lessons. Her dad is great, but good at teaching driving he is not.”

“I’ve seen her dad drive,” Eddie agreed, “he’s almost as erratic as his daughter.”

“They do take after one another sometimes,” Steve said, holding his prize aloft when he finally found his vest down the back of the nightstand.

They might have been somewhat enthusiastic the previous evening given how their clothes seemed to be in very random places. Not that Steve would ever complain. His sex life with Eddie was amazing, which went right along with how much he had fallen in love with his metalhead boyfriend.

“Please come back,” Eddie whined. “Just for five minutes.”

“You mean like yesterday’s five minutes?” he responded. “If I am late again, Robin might actually tell Keith, and I’ll have to sit through another one of his lectures about company loyalty and responsibility.”

He was very glad to find he still had plenty of clean underwear in the drawer when he pulled it open. Laundry day was a way off yet, thank heavens.

“Am I not worth it?” was Eddie’s next gamble in the dragging him back to bed game.

“Of course you’re worth it,” he said, leaning down for a quick kiss on the way to the bathroom, “but I happen to have the keys today.”

“I shall lay here and pine away thinking of how I have been abandoned,” Eddie added with huge drama.

“Write me a new song,” Steve shot back, sticking his head back into the bedroom after grabbing his toothbrush. “You know how hot I think that is.”

“I feel like an old-timey bard with a rich benefactor,” Eddie replied.

“Yeah, well when you and the band are rich and famous, I’ll be your kept man, okay?” he said with a laugh.

Eddie had tried to find a job in town after he had been begrudgingly allowed to graduate, but no one would hire him. Even though he had been completely exonerated and even made into a bit of a hero by Owens’ carefully created cover story, Hawkins was slow to believe. After Steve’s grandfather had died and he’d inherited a ridiculously large amount of money and the house in Hawkins, which it turned out his parents had never owned, Steve had offered to give Eddie the time and space to chase his dream.

It had taken some persuading, but neither of them planned to go anywhere until the kids were graduated, just in case it wasn’t as over as everyone said, so Eddie had finally acquiesced. Eddie had a set up in the basement where the band could also practice and, these days, he’d just about moved in permanently too. Technically he and Wayne had a house thanks to government hush money, but Eddie spent most of his time at Steve’s, and they had Wayne over whenever Wayne was free.

“Stevie,” Eddie called from the other room as Steve started the shower.

“Yeah?” he called back.

“Have you ever actually told Robin how much you inherited?” Eddie asked.

“Um,” he said as he thought about that. “No,” he realised, “but I did tell her I had so much I didn’t know what to do with it.”

Throwing around numbers had felt kind of wrong.

“You do realise you don’t exactly live an extravagant lifestyle these days, right?” Eddie said and Steve turned to find his boyfriend now standing in the doorway.

He shrugged.

“Guess I got used to budgeting,” he replied.

“Which is very noble, gracious knight,” Eddie said with a grin, “but are you sure she gets just how filthy rich you are now? I didn’t until you showed me the numbers.”

Steve had never thought of it like that. Throwing some of the paperwork he’d been given by the lawyers at Eddie had been part of his last-ditch attempt to convince his boyfriend to take him up on his offer.

“Ah, maybe not,” he had to admit.

“Then I shall return to bed and mourn your parting quietly today,” Eddie said, back to his dramatic flair, “but give Robin the numbers and invite her to be your live-in lesbian of leisure.”

“Our,” Steve corrected as he laughed at Eddie’s choice of words.

This was why he was sure Eddie had more than enough talent to eventually go global. One day Eddie’s words and music would be famous, he had no doubt. Using the money he had never expected to receive to give Eddie the time and space to realise his dream, seemed like the perfect plan.

“I still don’t know if she’ll say yes,” he said, pulling back the shower curtain to climb in, “but I will tell her. Now shoo before I’m tempted to be late again, because if she’s mad at me she won’t even give me the chance to talk.”

“As my liege orders,” Eddie said and bowed, which was hilarious given he was naked.

Steve gave himself a stiff mental talking to and refused to look too long. After all, he only had so much will power.

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Pretty ~ Tommy Shelby x Reader (fluff)

Summary: They had written endless books, poems and songs to instruct men in the art of giving compliments, but somehow, in all of history, they had forgotten to teach them how to accept them.

Note: Nothing, but some fun I had at Uni when I got bored. Here is my [Masterlist].

I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other. This hasn't been beta'd so I apologise for typos or mistakes

Warning: Minor sexism? Otherwise nothing but fluff. As I am an adult, all my writing I share is unless explicitly stated for adults (18/21+). Your media consumption is your own responsibility.

Request: no

Wordcount: 1135 words

She was leaning against the arms of his chair as she handed him the files, feeling his left hand rub soft circles on the small of her back.

“That’s it?”, Tommy asked, as he handed her the papers he had only just signed.

(Y/N) put them back in their file and shut it, placing it atop the many others.

“Not quite.”, she admitted. “We still have to on the new hire for the accounting job at the London office. I think Polly told you about the candidates? There were two front runners with near identical qualifications.”

A smile played on her lips at that. She knew she was standing right next to a wishing well and that whatever words she spoke next would come true.

He hummed and leaned back in his chair.

“You were at the interviews, weren’t you?”, he asked. “Who do you think is better?”

Not many people could say they had this kind of power, especially not when it came to Thomas Shelby - but then again, she had more than his trust.

“I’d take Clark.”, she said.

“Clark it is.”, Tommy mused, without a second of hesitation, without a question about his qualifications, or which of the candidates she meant. Her word, and her word alone, was good enough.

“Good.”, (Y/N) said with a giggle, leaning forward to press a quick kiss on his lips, but she pulled back before he had much chance to deepen the kiss, knowing if she didn’t, neither one of them would get any more work done on that day. And she still had the letters for the foundation to send.

“You’re awfully pleased.”, he noticed as he watched her gather up all the papers, notes, letters and files she had brought in for him to sign.

“I am.”, she admitted, nodding eagerly. Why should she hide that from him?

“Care to tell me why?”, he wanted to know.

(Y/N) looked up, smiling from ear to ear.

“Well he’s very pretty.”

His eyebrow shot up at once as he tilted his head.

“That’s why you want him?”, he asked, “Because he’s pretty?”

He spat out the last word in a mixture of disbelief and disgust.

“Of course I do. Pretty’s always better than not.”

Tommy only huffed in disapproval, reaching for a cigarette and lighting it.

“Besides,”, she continued, the mischief she felt making it impossible for her to stop grinning, “another pretty face won’t hurt. All the London secretaries have been batting their eyes at you a little too much for my liking, so another pretty face in the office might serve as a distraction.”

Thomas Shelby choked on the smoke of his cigarette, white clouds escaping with his coughs like steam from a train as he braced himself on the table.

“What did you just say?”, he managed to wheeze out between coughs, his eyes watering.

“What?”, she asked innocently, batting her eyelashes at him.

“Did you just say another pretty face?”

“Well of course I did.”, she said, grinning like a fool. But then again, love made fools of the greatest of men - and women.

Tommy scoffed and shook his head, dismissing her and her words with a wave.

“What?”, she asked, tilting her head.

“Men aren’t pretty.”, he said, his attention returning to his paperwork.

They had written endless books, poems and songs to instruct men in the art of giving compliments, but somehow, in all of history, they had forgotten to teach them how to accept them.

He could look away all he wanted, but she didn’t miss the slight pink tint that came to his cheeks that turned ever darker.

“They are.”, (Y/N) insisted, walking back around the large mahogany desk to his side.

“You in particular. Has no one ever told you?”

When her hand brushed against his cheek, tracing the blush he had gotten, he almost tried to shake it off.

“Tommy,”, she scolded, “now you’re being childish.”

“I’m being childish?”, he mumbled, looking up at her again. “You’re the one calling me pretty.”

“Because you are.”, she insisted, torn somewhere between amusement and impatience.

“You’re pretty and you’re beautiful and it’s got nothing to do with being a man or a woman or a flower or a sunrise or even a horse.”

After all, he was the first to call a horse a beauty, stallion or steed.

“Pretty and beautiful? There’s no difference.”

With a disapproving click of her tongue, she shook her head.

“Of course there is a difference, Tommy.”, she insisted, letting her hand linger on his cheek.

“You are pretty because of those lips and because of those freckles - and your eyes in particular, are the essence of pretty.”

The red on his cheeks darkened. Only she wasn’t finished. Not nearly. She could have spent the whole night listing things or filled a whole novel with descriptions. There wasn’t time for that, though, nor did she have the patience.

“But you’re beautiful because of the way you close your eyes and lean forward when you really want to listen to something in earnest, and because of the way you wrinkle your nose when the morning light is too bright for you.”

The thoughts alone, and the pictures they provoked, made her heart flutter. Her voice too, softened.

“And you are especially beautiful because of the way you smile at me when it’s just us…or when it’s not but you don’t care about anyone else, or the way you tilt your head forward when we dance, and also because of the glint in your eyes you get if you look at something or someone you love when you think no one is watching.”

Each and every mention came with a thousand memories, of days and nights, of places and people, but first and foremost of the way they had made her heart thunder in her chest, while her stomach came alive with the fluttering of a thousand butterflies only he could ever set free.

“That’s the difference between pretty and beautiful.”

Slowly, he leaned back in his chair, his head tilted slightly and his lips just barely parted. (Y/N) knew she could add that to the list of things that made him the most beautiful being in the world to her, the slight look of consideration, when he weighed whatever argument had been brought in front of him, or the way he blushed in the light of her compliments - the way she’d always find the smallest hint of a smile on his lips after kissing him.

She’d tell him, each and every reason, again and again, not only because she wanted him to believe them, but because the way his cheeks flushed from her compliments nearly made her heart burst with delight. And because she loved him, simple as that.

End.

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I'm feeling like putting out some more stuff for the Home Sweet Bar AU 🍻 right now. Can't help it, it's funny and cute with angst yet to come along with... A few other surprises 😈

Now there's all sorts of hijinks that can happen in a bar...

And at this bar they have some very good bartenders, with Eclipse being the best and head bartender. There are several others including Frank, all of whom are good at their jobs. But they do have a few that are new... Particularly one young woman named Sally who is new to the job, but a hard worker.

(Ruin does the hiring, even if they lack experience he can determine who would be a good hire. He is the more approachable of the two bosses and handles scheduling and any problems or issues the employees have.)

However, on this one night Sally's inexperience shows when a particularly abrasive customer starts to belittle her and starts make a scene... The poor girl is on the verge of tears when Eclipse steps in, tells her it's fine, and makes the drink himself.

This doesn't appease the customer, who continues to berate the girl until she leaves his sight. Then proceeds to chastise Eclipse. Commenting how a 'Frickin Robot' shouldn't be making drinks.

...Eclipse shows growth by not ripping the man's jaw off...

Instead he just expels him from the bar after making him pay. He even has some mild kindness to tell the upset bartender she did fine, the customer was just an asshole.

However, Ruin heard this whole exchange and he was feeling annoyed someone had the nerve to make one of his bartenders cry, but moreso mouth off to his... his partner... So Ruin walks over and takes a look at the information on the man's card that he paid with and informs Eclipse and Sally to enjoy the performance he's about to give. He says this with a sly grin.

He calls the number on the card, apparently the card belongs to his wife and Ruins smile grows larger as she picks up.

Ruin: (Sounding particularly chipper) Good evening madam, I am so sorry to disturb you and your husband. But I just wanted to make you aware that when you and your husband left our establishment this evening, he left his credit card behind.

(Confused talking on the wife's end)

Ruin: Why yes he was here, you both were ma'am. Your husband (Describes husband) and you (Describes a fictional character with a prostitute-esqe design) you just left a little bit ago. I hope I am catching you quick enough so the trip back won't be too inconvenient.

(Angry screaming on the phone and Ruin looking very smug... He paused for a minute before talking once more)

Ruin: Oh dear nevermind, your husband just walked back in and took his card. Jolly good, have a wonderful evening! (Hangs up)

Eclipse: (Laughing his ass off)

Sally: (Laughing as well) Oh my God... That was so bad. 🤣 I think you just destroyed his marriage!

Ruin: (Takes a bow for his performance)

Eclipse: Pffft, let's do that to a few others. This is fun!

Ruin: No no my friend, I only use my acting powers for good these days. :3

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JJk || Crushing pt. 2

Warning •

Genres • suggestive

Characters • Nanami, gojo, Toji x Reader

a/n: Toji and nanami were hard characters to write for. I pulled this shit outta my ass! I tried to make it accurate as possible to the characters and their personalities 😭😭

Nanami

Nanami oh Nanami 😌

If he’s taken a liking towards you he’ll pay more attention to you.

He’s so slick with it, he’s the type to woo you with his actions

He’s very observant, he finds out what makes you tick, what makes you laugh, and what annoys you.

He also likes to surprise you with gifts.

Say if you mention running out of your favorite makeup product, he’s going to get it or posting a pair or shoes or a dress on your Instagram story captioned “must have 😍” then you will have it!

He also likes to treat you to lunch and dinner.

“Hey if you’re not busy tonight do you mind if I offer to take you out to Luce’s?”

Some high class Italian restaurant

Something simple and classy, omething that screams Nanami

You two had a wonderful time at the restaurant he picked out and he ordered the best wine.

When the wine was starting to kick in you found tipsy Nanami 1,000 times sexier. He was more loose with his words, with a slightly unbutton dress shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his cheeks tinted pink.

Instead of him having an intense crush on you it’s more like the other way around.

God you wanted to pounce on him and he knew it too.

You enjoyed his company and he enjoys yours but you ended up leaving before you could consume anymore wine.

When he dropped you home he watched as you walked into your apartment building.

Hips swaying side to side made something twitch in his pants.

Boy does he have plans for you

Gojo

Man whore! (Only for you)

Like I said in my other hc you could never tell when he’s flirting he’s literally flirts right everyone!

But you? You are so fine to him!

The way you walk, talk and your attitude…the man is obsessed

He says and does the stupidest shit just to piss you off.

Like every time he sees you he makes a stupid pickup line

“Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?” Goja smirked leaning up against the kitchen counter

“Gojo leave me alone, don’t you have students to train?”

“One more, one more!” Stupidly you stopped walking to hear what he was gonna say “if we were squirrels would you let me bust a nut in your hole.”

“GOJO!”

Gojo is just dirty lol

But aside from him playing around he truly does like you

He the type of person that’s gets a crush and immediately cuts off everyone he was talking to, like he knows he’s going to end up with you.

The way he really locked you in is when you two were sparring one late night, you left open a weak spot, he hit you causing you to fall but you had strong grip on him so he fell with you…in the most questionable position

Gojo liked it while it made you flustered.

Had you weak in the knees…literally!

In all honesty the man just wants you to pay attention to him and take him seriously…even though most of the time he’s not being serious.

After that night you couldn’t stop thinking about him in the most vile way

He knew he had you then

Toji

*sighs* Toji…

He’s a tough one because Toji doesn’t fall easily.

Matter of fact he doesn’t fall at all

Toji? With a crush?! L O L

But it was a different story when he met you. You both were hired to assassinate a well known sorcerer and whoever killed them first got the money.

To your luck you finished the job first and Toji wasn’t happy, he was set to kill whoever took his money.

“Tsk tsk tsk you were too slow handsome, you like to take your time while I like to get the job done quick and easy.” You figured he’d be upset and come after you so you kept an eye on him.

God he wanted to be mad but he couldn’t. He eyed you up and down salivating at the mouth, he wanted you.

He watched you draw your weapon expecting a fight, but instead he raised both hands surrendering.

“Sorry love I didn’t know it was you, you’re right you won fair and square” he backed into the shadows where he came from

You thought that was it but he didn’t leave you alone.

The man stalked you…

On missions, at the grocery store,…through your window!

You’d think Toji wouldn’t care about someone this much but see I said he doesn’t fall easily when he does he falls HARD

I mean he’s obsessive and possessive

The man doesn’t even have you yet and he considered you his.

“I know you’re there Toji quit stalking me!”

“I just want to give you a little present doll face.”

You soon gave in to his little kind act and you two started to take jobs together.

He couldn’t get enough of you. Your scent, your smile, the way your eyes twinkled when you were about to do something evil.

He loved it.

And this might be bold to say…but he might even love you-?

nvm it’s Toji we’re talking about 🤨

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pinkpastels113 · 5 months

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How about bechloe meet cute

Ugh. Another day, another coffee run.

Beca clutches her phone to her ear with her shoulder as she pushes open the cafe door. "Uh huh, and he wants that foam thing on top too right?"

Theo on the other line sighs. He at least sounds just as tired. "Yep. And I think that's about it. Don't forget to get something for yourself too!"

"Duh," Beca responds, getting in line. It's surprisingly short on a Tuesday morning. "Already planning to." She tucks away her pen, staring down at the notebook in her hand with all the coffee drink orders from just about everyone in the office. That's what you do as a newly hire, she supposes, starting your day off with a coffee run. It doesn't matter if she doesn't like it; she's just grateful she got the job.

Theo says goodbye. Beca shoves her phone in her pocket, moving further up the line. She's so distracted with the music playing constantly in her mind and the thought of the people that she has to meet that day at work that she doesn't even notice when it is her turn at the counter.

"Ahem. Excuse me." Beca looks up, right into the eyes of the barista. "What can I get for you today?"

"Oh, right." Beca is already fumbling. She hates it when she runs into awkward situations like this. "Here." She pushes the notebook at (the name on the barista's apron says Aubrey) Aubrey, smiling nervously when Aubrey lets out a small breath through her nose. "Sorry, it's kind of a long list."

"It's fine," Aubrey says, short and clipped. She gives a tight smile. Beca watches her tap on her ordering screen. "Is this all?"

"Almost. Can I also get an Americano? For me." Beca fishes out the company card, slipping it onto the counter. "And charge everything on this, please."

When everything was said and done and placed into their drink carriers- and Beca finished with her two sugars in her black as her soul Americano- Beca reaches a new predicament. There is not enough space.

Apparently, there were some extra staff in the office that morning who collectively decided to come in early. That would be the only reason why Beca is currently playing Tetris at the moment with the three carriers, her bag, and her own drink, with her uncoordinated hands. She was just about to walk out the door praying that she doesn't drop everything on her feet when she very nearly bumps into someone rushing the other way.

"Oh shit," she says, swerving just out of reach. "My bad."

"Here," that person replies, voice warm and friendly, "Let me help you." They pick up the drink carrier balancing half on Beca's arm, lifting off the dangerous weight on her in such a way that finally allows the chance for Beca to look up.

And there's tumbling red hair. Bright blue eyes. A welcoming face and long elegant cream coat that screams a career as a teacher or something equally as professional.

"Do you need me to call an Uber or are you driving?"

Whoa. Super nice too. Beca blinks, mentally shaking her head. "Driving." This is not the right time for girlie attraction, damn it.

"Great!" She is already leading the way out. "I'll walk to you to your car."

Beca's still in a daze when she unlocks her car door and situates everything in their manageable spots. She's throwing her bag in the passenger seat and taking the last carrier from the redhead when she realizes she doesn't even know her name.

"Thanks for that, by the way. I'm Beca." She then shifts on her feet, hoping the redhead would get the hint. There's also a tiny bit of hoping that she would get to see her again. It is a small world after all.

"Chloe." She then gives Beca a hug, close enough to be thoughtful, but quick enough to not be creepy. "And no problem! Don't want you to put all of that to waste should it become pigeon food." Chloe winks at that last part. "Now off you go, and be careful with the red lights!"

"Yes ma'am." Beca salutes, rather gayly. She gets in the driver's seat, slams the car door, makes sure Chloe is safely in the coffee shop, yells for a solid thirty seconds, and then proceeds to get on her way to the production studio, radio blasting sappy pop songs the entire road there.

#w writes #anon asks #bechloe #pitch perfect #pitch perfect fanfiction #bechloe fic

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silence-between-seconds · 4 days

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OK NOW YOUR TURN

pls pls ramble abt any niche interest you have

HELLO THANK YOU

*invokes inner history nerd* so. listen here colonizer and listen good. i will subject you to my random knowledge cuz due to youtube, undiagnosed neurodivergency and most importantly- bad jokes. i have a vari-tea of niche interests but the first thing that came to my mind was my knowledge of the history of how Indians became one of The Top Consumers of Tea.

how did this wonder-drug make its way into our masala covered hearts? what led to the fact that everyday at 4pm the word at the tip of most indians' tongues is "chai"?this is my thesis as a pro desi tea obsessed freak.

This story, like most in our history, starts with the arrival of the British. i would like to insert this picture i found in a video that i laughed at for a solid five minutes:

anyway

technically tea was invented in china, and for a very long time it was exclusively grown there. it was a very high class commodi-tea. it was considered so precious that in 1662 when king charles the second married the Portuguese princess catherine of braganza: her dowry was a chest of tea and THE ENTIRE ISLAND OF MUMBAI (then, bombay) for an annual lease of 10 pounds. let me make that clearer. THE PLACE WHERE A 1BHK HOUSE IS SO EXPENSIVE MOST PPL CANT AFFORD WAS EQUIVALENT TO THIS:

needless to say the brits was so freaking addicted man. they wanted this. so bad.

By the 18th centuary there was a war between the english and the dutch and the brit resources were down the toilet so they couldnt afford to spend all that silver on the trade of tea leaves with china. and china was uninterested in anything the white boys were offering.

UNTIL they discovered something china wanted.

✨Drugs✨

the white boys wanted that tea. and they would do anything. so they started growing opium in india (by that time they had colonized us bruh. they came into our backyard and were like "bro we're such good friends pretty please let me use ur backyard" "ok what do you want to do w it?" "i wanna grow drugs bro" "....ok" "you'll work for me no bro?" "why would i do that" "bro its ur backyard bro" "what-" *england pulls out slavery* "SHUT UP AND DO IT") (dont come at me lmao this is a very rough simplification of what happened)(imma get blocked for this?)

anyway, brits grew opium and smuggled it to china in return for TEA. FOR TEA. 40.

now after the charter act of 1833 (idk what that is exactly but basically brits lost its trade monopoly with china and so now china said we should see other people and it was an open relationship and britian got very pissed but they signed the act anyway i think)

to deal with this they established the Tea Committee (this isnt the first government board specifically for tea. there were plen-tea of others like the Tea Board Of India) which dealt w the extraction of techniques, tea seads and resources from the chinese. this was highly unsuccessful and china was not impressed. this is an example of british desperation they'll do anything at this point. (took everything in me to not insert pictures of how they treated indian farmers. it was *inhales, lets go of anger for my ancestors treatment* bad)

but in the end this qoute i found (undoubtedly by a white man) "fortune favours the white men" came tru and they got their way.

oh you thought i was done? haha babygurl i am not

in 1843 robert fortune, who was a scottish horticulturist, went on a solo trip to china to study (read as: steal) tea plantations. no actually apparently he did study cuz he published a book(i forgot the name).(yes. HIS NAME WAS ROB. FORTUNE. talk about being born for a job)

lemme insert a quick meme here:

(they actually hired him on the spot and gave the amazed man 500 pounds per annum and sent him off to china)

he was to perform what we call The Great British Tea Heist the brits had found their vigilan-tea

my guy was committed to his role and shaved his head and pretended to be a monk and after 3 months wrote a letter to his company saying "bro i got the goodssss"

lmao no this it what the letter said- "l have much pleasure in informing you," he wrote, "that I have procured a large supply of seeds and young plants which l trust will get safely to India."

NOW they finally had the greens and started planting it in india. over the years indian tea topped the market in britian as the best tea. mostly cuz the white boyz HYPED it up. they even started doing diss tracks for chinese tea. this is something read right out of an advertisment- "indian teas are more wholesome, purer, cheaper and better than chinese teas in every single way". white boyz started saying stuff like they got out of a toxic realtionship with china and a healthy one with india (but they were the toxic ones)

now brits tried to globalize indian tea to get the moneyyy~ from indians.

their first experiment with (another) government body for tea- Indian Tea Association began on the indian railways. these railways were the ancestor of the IRC-tea-C. basically they started making tea on the railway platforms. this started the trend of tea being the signature experience on every indian train journey, from the first class to economy, everyone was having it (cuz trains were introduced and quickly became popular in use). train tea was said to be better than the quality of tea in 5 star hotels. and this converted us from a nation of tea-totalers to teach addcits.

now i just have one thing to say in the end. HOW did the quality decline so badly my desi brothers and sisters? nowadays the tea on trains is basically water but brown. milk is a lie.

anyway. on the end we got it right. we took tea from the chinese and brits and we added milk and we added sugar and we got:

✨chai✨

you have reached the end. congrats.

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mmmmmmmmmmmmsoup · 1 year

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The cleaner

part 1

(This is my first short story, so please be kind, but I would also love some feedback)

Some background information: You are a dropout from the military, you were looking for a much needed job. Somehow, you landed a gig cleaning. Now you are a cleaner who picks up after a bunch of smelly dudes. But it’s not all bad, you get paid fairly well and the company(?) that you work for has given you rent free accommodations. These are your adventures!

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! You wake up panicked, sitting up immediately only to find the source of the noise, your alarm clock. “Ugh”, you push the button to silence the alarm, while rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

6:30AM was the time, it gave you enough time to get dressed, brush your teeth, eat, and anything else you needed to do before your shift started. As you looked in the mirror, putting your hair in a pony tail(or just pinning it up, if your hair is too short), you sighed “another day”. With one last look in the mirror, you headed out the door.

Getting to where you needed to work was no trouble, you literally had to walk across the gravel driveway and you were there. The company that hired you, gave you a little shack to stay in while your here. Not the nicest shack you’ve ever seen, but it had a bathroom, room for a bed, and a mini fridge. Which is more then most shacks have.

You’ve been working here for almost 2 weeks now, your still getting adjusted to the job, while the men that your cleaning up after, are getting adjusted with your presence. You haven’t talked to them a bunch, but you know they are an odd group, to say the least. there are 9 of them, some are fairly clean and even give you a hand with work, while others… less so.

As you make it inside the building, you look down at your check list that you carry around. “Let’s see here…garage has been done, all of the lower floor has been done, mmm. I guess all there is to do is clean the kitchen, sweep, mop the floors, and vacuum any rugs. Ok seems pretty low key for a Thursday, sweet!” You click your pen and get started with your day.

Threw out the day you have managed to clean the mess that was the kitchen, sweep and mop most of the rooms, with only a few more to go, and it isn’t even 1pm yet. You were on a role!

Currently you were vacuuming a rug that was located in what you would call, the living room. Mindlessly vacuuming, zoning out thinking about who knows what, when suddenly the vacuum stops. “Uh?” You try turning the vacuum off and on, nothing happens. “Please don’t tell me this thing just died on me!” Your eyes follow the wire of the vacuum to where you plugged it in, only to find a VERY large man standing there, with the end of the cord in his hand. ‘Holy fuck!’

The man was tall, like fucking ridiculous tall. He was more on the bigger side for body types, but you could tell it wasn’t just water weight, this man could knock the shit out of you if he wanted.

You started to sweat slightly “…can I help you?”. This guy did not look friendly, he wore a scowl on his face and is looking down at you as if you have done something wrong.

“You go on break now.”

Baffled, unsure you heard him correctly, “pardon?”

“You go on break now.” He says once more, with a thick Russian accent.

“Oh…OH! No, I’m ok, I’m just gonna finish up, then I’ll be done for the day.”

“No, you take break.” He insists, well not really insists more demands it, but yeah.

“No really, I’m almost done, won’t take anytime at all!”, you try to say without coming off as rude. ‘Let me do my job big scary man, and then you won’t have to see me for the rest of the day!!!’

“I make sandwiches.”, He blurts out.

….

“What?”

“I make sandwiches, you take break and eat.”

‘…well that was unexpected. I thought this guy just hated my guts, but he actually might be nice?’

“Oh….ok, I guess I can take a quick break, couldn’t hurt.” You say as you place the vacuum to the side.

“Good.” The giant starts to turn around and walk towards to kitchen/dining area, you follow.

as your walking, your trying to remember the name of this giant. When you first started working here, you had gotten a small introduction to the 9 men, but it was short, and names were never your thing. ‘What was it again? Henry? No that isn’t it… hoovey? Heavy? Heavy!’ As you both make it to the kitchen, there’s a table in the corner with a plate stacked with sandwiches, like atleast 25. A crazy amount of sandwiches, but maybe he made some for everybody? ‘Aw, that’s kinda sweet.’

As you sit down, heavy grabs you a plate and napkin. He doesn’t sit, “I go get everybody else.”

“Oh, ok”, as heavy walks away you grab a sandwich and place it on your place. ‘Should I wait for everyone else to get here? Heavy didn’t say anything about not eating right away.’ As your staring at the sandwich, you realize your gonna be in a room full of guys you don’t really know that well. Your anxiety is starting to set in, you’ve never been great at socializing, you start to tear at your napkin to try and sooth your social anxiety.

Suddenly out no where a bunch of guys basically run in to the kitchen, some grab a plate and sit down, while others grab one or two sandwiches and leave immediately, assuming to return to whatever they were doing before heavy told them about food.

“So your the newbie, eh?”, You look up to who spoke, it was a guy with a hard hat on and some goggles. He wore overalls that were stained with oil.

"er, yup. Well kinda, I’m just a cleaner.”, You shrug, as you reach for your sandwich.

“Well I’m engineer or engie, for short, just incase you forgot. Thanks for all the work you’ve done so far.” Engineer says with a smile, ‘what’s with all the weirdly specific names?’.

“Ja! I don’t think this place has looked better!” You turn to the man with the German accent. He has black hair, round glasses, and is wearing a doctor uniform. ‘I know his name starts with a M, so his name isn’t doctor….um mmm me- medic!’

“Well thank you, I try!” You say bashfully.

“Well I’m heading back to work, got this new blueprint I’ve been planning” engineer says, as he grabs a sandwich on his way out.

Now that engineer has left the room, there’s only 4 people in the room, including yourself.

Medic, was sitting across from you, while heavy was sitting beside him. Then there was a guy in a suit wearing a ski mask sitting to the right of you. ‘I have no fucking clue what his name could be. I wouldn’t even be able to guess, theif? Sketchy jewelry salesman?’

You start eating your sandwich, trying to avoid eye contact ‘this sandwich is actually pretty good!’

“So Y/N,” you hear medic say, you freeze and look up at him from across the table.

“How are handling your living arrangements? If you need anything fixed in that old shack of yours engineer can fix it for you!”

You swallow your bite of food “oh! It’s ok, I don’t need anything fixed. It’s got everything that I need, can’t complain.”

“I’m surprised you were ok living in a shack in the first place.” You hear a French voice to your right. It’s the guy that looks like a sketchy jewellery salesman.

“If I was you, I would have asked to be placed within the building itself, it’s not like we don’t have room” he continues.

“Aw well, i’m sure your company just wanted to make sure it was kept professional is all.” You say nervously.

“I suppose…” He replies, grabbing a cigarette from his pocket.

‘I gotta get out of here!’

Before anyone else can put a another word in, or have to wait another minute in awkward silence, you take one last bite of your sandwich and stand up. “Well, I better be getting back to work! Thank you for the food heavy.”

Heavy nods and sort of grumbles in a thank you tone, as he scarfs down his 4th sandwich.

You put your plate in the sink, feeling a little guilty cause you just cleaned the kitchen, and now you might have to do it once more today.

“Don’t worry about the kitchen, we’ll clean up when we’re done!” Medic says from across the room. ‘He must have seen my conflicted face.’

“Oh, are you sure? it is my job to clean” you stress.

“Ja, I know you already cleaned to kitchen, the least we could do he deal with our own dishes.”

“Ok well, if your sure.”

You walk out of the kitchen to continue the list of chores you must do.

For the rest of the day, it doesn’t take you long to finish up. You put away all the cleaning supplies, and head outside to your shack.

On your free time you doodle in your sketch book, write down the names of your acquaintances, so hopefully you will remember next time and just chill.

You go to bed early so you can wake up early tomorrow to clean some more.

Ok! That’s part 1! How did I do??

I have no idea where I am going with this story, I just know I’ve been itching to write this. So if anyone has any ideas, I’d love to hear them

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ENHYPEN Series

sinag — psh.

chapter six

pairings: park sunghoon x reader

synopsis: waiting for a great plot twist in your life, the ruthless and powerful mafia boss park sunghoon forced his way in to it.

word count: 3k

warnings: a contains harrassment, violence, guns, killings, abuse, obsessive love & other stuff. if you can't take this stuff, feel free to scroll away. let me know if i missed some.

note: hello, i hope you will enjoy this chapter and give me feedbacks. ily and thank you for reading my works. stay safe.

“Wow! That’s a really good offer, Ae!” the joy over Lucie’s voice made you giggle. You just arrived at your shared apartment to deliver her your good news. As expected, she’s very much happy for you.

She poured you a glass of water then slid it to your side and you thanked her shortly. Both of you settled at the small dining area to talk about what just happened a while ago. Even when you’re already on your way back to your apartment, you felt like you were dreaming. You left the house with a small hope of getting the job and now you’re already hired.

“Ohh,” her lips formed ‘o’ amused at what you just said.

“The new president must be very generous then? I worked there for a year and a half! I’ve never had that kind of offer.” she continued blabbering excitedly.

You nod your head and the face of the handsome man that interviewed you flashes through your mind.

“He’s very handsome too.” you added that made Lucie smile teasingly. She giggled and you end up chuckling as well.

“Someone have a crush!” she taunts you and you are quick to defend yourself.

“No, I don’t! That’s my number one rule. Not to catch feelings with my boss or officemate.”

She pursed her lips, “Then he can be my crush! What do you think, Ae? Should I quit my job and apply there again?” her eyes looked dreamy when she stared at nowhere, daydreaming.

“You’re crazy, Lucie. You already have a nice job.” and you stood up to start cleaning around the table so you can start cooking for dinner.

She stayed seated while watching you with so much joy in her eyes. You can tell that she’s very happy for you and its unexplainable to have this kind of friendship. It’s been a while since you felt like this.

“But my boss is not a hottie.” she added that made you chuckle while shaking your head lightly.

She then started talking about something else while you start cooking your dinner. She rants about one of her colleagues and you listen to her attentively. After cooking, you two enjoys the food together. You can’t remember how and when you two started clicking this good, but you are really happy.

“Your phone’s vibrating, Ae.” your eyes darted at the left corner of the kitchen where you left your phone.

“Ohh,” you mumbled as you look over the email sent from the boss' secretary. She informs you about the things you needed to know since you will start on monday already.

“What is it?” Lucie asks curiously while putting away the cleaned dishes. Her eyes stays on you, checking your expression.

“They emailed me about my work for monday. And also,” your eyes trailed at the bottom part of the email where some details not involving your work descriptions were typed.

“Also?” Lucie sounds excited.

“The requirements I need so they can arrange the new apartment the company will provide for me.” your tone sounded small. Lucie’s eyes grew and she was cheering about the good news.

“That’s so nice! Where is it located? Will it be close to your workplace?” she struts closer to you, because she’s done already with the dishes.

A pout made it to your lips. “I don’t want to leave you here.” your tone sounded so defeated.

Lucie was the one that accepted you during your lowest times. She took you in and showed care over you despite being a total stranger to each other. Now, she means so much to you and you’ll feel so lonely if you get separated from her.

“Come with me! I’m sure the place will be spacious enough for the both of us.” you walked closer and tugged her hand, giving her a show of your puppy eyes.

Lucie stared at you for a while and chuckled. “Sure! When will we start packing?”

Your eyes grew big in so much delight as you two started jumping around like crazy girls.

“I’m so excited!” you exclaimed happily.

Nobody will believe if you told them how hopeless and miserable you are when you started your day. And now, it felt like everything’s falling in their right places. Finally, things are getting better and you feel like you can start again. This time, you will do better and focus on yourself.

“We’ll be expecting your presence in the meeting tomorrow, Mr. Park.” the person on the other line tries hard not to sound too demanding. He can feel his breath hitching, his heart pouding and the back of his head sweating.

Sunghoon remained silent for a while before he sighs, “All right.” he shortly replies and he can almost hear the sigh of relief from the other man. Not because he agrees on coming to meet him, but because he didn’t made the mafia boss upset.

Sunghoon drops the call and rests his back over his swivel chair. Moments later, he heard the door of his office burst open, followed by steps from more than one people.

“M-Miss, Mr. Park strictly ordered not to accept any visitor! Miss!” he opened his eyes and watch how a girl wearing a puffy pink jacket, paired with a tube and mini skirt walks inside his office. Behind her was his secretary looking so worried and scared of the consequences she might face.

“Mr. P-Park I tried stopping her but—”

“Shut up!”

Sunghoon sighs and dismissed his secretary. She bowed, clearly terrified after she was screamed at. The girl rolled her eyes as she glances back at Sunghoon.

“What are you doing here, Luna?” he asks and plays with his pen. He stared at her with no emotion over his eyes, bored and unamused with her unannounced visit.

She clenched her fist while holding her small Hermes bag. “You didn’t show up last night at the party.” she looked so upset and anger ooze from her eyes.

Sunghoon remained the same, unbothered. He kept playing on his pen and then tilts his head a little, staring dead at her.

“Why would I?”

His response made her even more angry. She hates how he ditched her last night. She hates that he seems unbothered about it. She hates that he’s treating her this way when clearly she doesn’t deserve this. And she really hates that despite his rude attitude towards her, she still want him.

“Because you are my fiance.” she confidently stated and kept her chin up at him.

Sunghoon scoffs without humor and it made her nibble over her lower lip. Insulted, that’s what the bitter feeling that he’s giving to her at the moment.

“No, I’m not. I never agreed to it.” he sighed, getting bored of this conversation.

“Your Father promised my family that he will—”

“My father’s words are his and that’s out of my concern. Leave me out of it because I have no intention of getting involve with you or even,” he trailed hise eyes from her face down to her feet. “marry you.” he continued that felt like a straight stab of a knife to her heart.

“Sunghoon!”

“You should go. I’m pretty busy.” he dismissed her like nothing.

Her eyes teared up, “You can’t keep doing this! My Father will not let you mistreat me this way! You’re putting both of our families in a hard position!”

“If you’re not planning to leave, then I will.” he stood up, towering over her figure. She kept her glares at him, tears starting to stream down her pretty face.

When he was about to walk pass her, she grabbed his arm.

“Stop hoping for that girl because she’s not here.”

Sunghoon clenched his jaw before slowly facing her direction. The darkness in his eyes sent shivers to Luna’s system. Her hand slowly retrieved out of fear. The atmosphere felt heavy and suffocating, she knew he was pissed and she’s scared.

“Don’t ever touch me.” he muttered sternly before walking away and after he left the room, Luna manages to finally breath.

Fear slowly drained off of her and now she’s pissed again over him. But most of all, she’s mad at that girl Sunghoon’s obsessing on. She couldn’t wait to meet her face to face so she can kill her herself. She’s the main reason why he couldn’t see her love for him.

“This will be your office. Let me know if you need something else.” your eyes carefully roamed around the spacious office you are taken to.

It looked so simple yet cozy. You have a private space for yourself so it was just perfect. Tho, you couldn’t feel a little suspicious and curious as to why everything about this company is just... favorable to you. A side of you are glad that finally, you have a job again, but the other part of you are feeling so warry of the situation. It felt like you managed to get all of these so easily. The unknown thought kept living at the back of your mind and the worry of something heavy awaiting is somehow haunting you.

“Aelia?” you snapped back to reality when she calls your name softly after noticing that you are silent for a while.

“Is there something wrong? Did you not like it? We can try to check the other office beside this—” you quickly stops her and smiled.

“This is perfect! Thank you so much, I’m just overwhelmed.” her eyes scanned your face, like checking if you’re really saying the truth.

“Are you sure? The office beside this is vacant and more spacious.” she stated.

You smiled even wider, “This is already enough for me, thank you. Besides, I’m just new to this company. I should earn my position first.”

She was caught off-guard when you said that and suddenly realized that maybe she’s overdoing things. The boss did personally asked her to take good care of you and to make sure you have everything that you need. Even if she’s a little confused and curious why the boss is so fond of you, she refrain from sticking her nose into it. After-all, Jake Sim won’t really like it whenever someone else gets in between. Working for him for years already gave her those knowledge.

“O-Okay! Your place is already ready as well. You can move to it right away as you please.”

The delight on your eyes are obvious as you thanked her right away, flashing those pretty smile.

“U-Uhm, can I ask something?” you looked hesitant, but Jake’s secretary gave you her all attention.

“Can my friend move in with me?” you’re a little embarrassed to even ask it to her. They’ve been very good to you and it worries you that they might take this request differently.

To your surprise, she smiled.

“I will ask the boss about it and get back to you, is that okay?”

You nodded your head and thanked her for it. She left you afterwards since she still have a lot of things to do and also so you can look around your office building too. You are having a great time actually. Just thinking about this new opportunity in your life gives you so much hope and happiness.

“Mr. Sim?” his secretary answered his call.

Jake’s currently at the lobby of the airport that owned by Sunghoon, waiting for his flight. He lazily flips the pages of the magazine he randomly picked from the small table beside him.

“Did she arrived already? What does she think of her office?” he asks right away.

Normally, new employees doesn’t get an office all for herself. They have cubicles meant for them, but Jake wants you to be very comfortable as much as possible. After-all, your future man now owns that company you’re working in. He just handed Jake the check last night and he was very delighted about it. It was a very good deal even if his friend cursed him nonstop.

Jake chuckles at the memory.

“Yes, sir. I made sure I prepared everything that she needs.”

“Good. Remember what I asked you to do, all right?” he reminds her.

”Noted, Sir.”

He was about to end the call when she talks again. “Mr. Sim, I have something to ask.”

“What is it?”

“Ms. Aelia asked me if she can take her friend when she moves to her new place?”

Jake pursed his lips and tilts his head over to the side. “Is it a guy friend or a girl?”

It took a while before she responds.

“She didn’t really mention it, Sir.”

He took his time to reply and just sighs. Ni-ki’s been investigating you right after they found you. He did mentioned that you had a boyfriend, but he said that you ended it with him as he had seen your ex-boyfriend fooling around with some other girls.

Ni-ki also did mentioned that you didn’t have many friends. Also distant with your parents for some unknown reason and now living independently.

“Okay, you can ask her if its a girl or a boy. If its a girl, she can do it. If its a boy, don’t allow her.” he says calmly.

‘Don’t let her move in with a male friend or else his life will be in grave danger once his dear friend found out about it.’ Jake thought to himself.

“Noted, Mr. Sim.”

“Okay, that’s all. I just called to know if she settled in well.”

“C-Can I ask something a little personal, Sir?”

Jake tilts his head and hand unconsciously taps over the magazine after what he heard. He doesn’t really like when people he isn’t close with steps over his line of boundary. But since he just received a big check, he’s in a little good mood.

“What?”

“Do y-you perhaps like Ms. Aelia?”

Jake pursed his lips and almost laugh out loud. He couldn’t believe he’s being asked with this question. But he couldn’t really blame her for misunderstanding his actions. She probably have an impression of him being cold and distant with his employees. Then suddenly he’s been doing so much favor for this new hired.

“No.” he sighs, “I don’t want to be killed by Park Sunghoon.” he whispers under his breath that he’s sure she missed.

“Let’s just say she’s a very important person for my friend so I’m doing him a very big favor.” he added.

“Okay, Sir. Sorry for asking.”

Jake didn’t say anything else and just bid good bye with her. He ended the call and stared at his phone for a while.

He knew how much you mean to Sunghoon and so he’s just trying to help him. His friend went through a lot of things just to find you, now that he did. He needs to keep you safe until Sunghoon’s done with what he’s planning. After that, he will have to do something for you and him to meet.

Jake smirks, couldn’t help but to feel so excited for what’s about to unfold in the future. His eyes caught the big screen when it flashes some of the pilots from the airport and a smirk spreads across his face when Sunghoon’s face flashes through the screen.

“Damn, who will trust a pilot with really bad anger issues?” he clicked his tongue and chuckles before grabbing his things to go leave for his flight.

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no thoughts just vampire sevika draining me of my blood while i’m sitting on her lap

Since this is the second time I've been suggested vampire Sevika imma go for it...with hcs cuz I'm very tired these days :)

🦇 Vampire Sevika 🦇

In this au, Silco is a vampire drug lord that sells blood pills in high demand. They could have like major side effects or be addictive like shimmer, who knows.

The thing that's important is that they're drugs specifically for vampires and you don't know that when you begin working there.

The reason why you, a human, was hired by Silco is becuase you're great at money laundering. So good he's willing to bring you onto the team...with his right hand tasked to protect you.

Sevika isn't happy. She's already busy af and yet she has to take care of you? You're already weak amongst humans. To vampires, you're a mouse walking into a lion's den.

To you, Sevika seems ready to snap you in half at any second, however instead of you she eventually does that to someone else. Some goons are oddly interested in you to the point where it's terrifying, and when one of them tries to do something, Sevika is quick to put them in their place.

One second you're cornered and trying to escape the hands of some goon–and the next, they're gone.

You can hardly process the fight. There's not much of one anyway. With speed slightly greater than a human's, Sevika beats your assailant to a pulp before slamming them into the wall, with Sevika's arm pressed into their neck.

She nearly kills them with how long she keeps her arm there, growling out a reminder that you're Silco's before letting them go. She looks back at you, and you swear....you swear her eyes are golden before she blinks, and suddenly the cloudy grays are back to glower down at you again.

After that she prowls. You don't know how to describe it with another word. She walks behind you like she's meant to hurt you. She's rough when she pulls you away from other curious vampires, hands always dancing over your throat as she stares them down. You know there's some meaning to it all, but for the life of you, you can't figure it out.

That is, until you see her drink the blood of some woman at the Last Drop.

You had been so tired. Usually, as Sevika's orders were, you scurried back home into your apartment, shut the doors with double locks and...sprayed the outline of the door with Sevika's cologne?

You still didn't understand that last part. She made you wear her cologne all the time. If you forgot, she wouldn't even greet you in the morning.

Rather, it would be a fistful of your blouse yanked toward her. She'd deeply inhale at your neck before letting out a tsk–and then, oddly enough, she'd pull out a bottle of her own and douse you in it.

Perhaps that was why when you walked into the Last Drop at the witching hour, only to witness a usually homely bar sullied with the stench of blood, the scent of her own cologne over it all made Sevika's eyes snap to you so quickly.

"Don't come out after midnight. People are out there that you don't ever see otherwise. They walk around looking to make sure people like you never get to see the light of day again."

For once, you understood what she'd meant.

They'd reached for you, people with glowing eyes and sharp fangs, and you nearly screamed. However, before you could even let out a sound Sevika gathered you in her arms.

"The fuck are you dogs doing? Can't you tell she's mine?" Sevika's voice was a frightening snarl. She lifted you up with ease, carrying you bridal style in her arms. Her hand shifted on the back of your head, guiding your face until it nestled into her chest.

"She's here for me." The vampires in the bar laughed, and one spoke up.

"I knew you were too obsessed with her to think it was just a job." Another agreed.

"The way you've been looking at her these past days, I was worried you'd lose it and suck the poor thing dry. Almost told Silco his new ace human was gonna end up an empty blood bag soon." That earned laughter from the entire bar, and Sevika scoffed, arms tightening around you as she walked toward the door.

"Funny. If you weren't already drunk off your asses I'd beat the shit outta all of you right now–" Though you couldn't see anything, suddenly you heard footsteps and felt Sevika come to an abrupt stop, hearing a voice right in front of you both.

"Hey, she just got here! Stay, live a little. No one's gonna try and touch a human you've claimed anyway." The way they talked, as if they weren't humans themselves, made you shudder.

But they aren't. They never were. The thought had you heart hammering away, and the thick arms around you pressed you closer.

"Clearly, she's not used to the night life yet. Sweet girl missed me so bad she dared to venture out..." You squeaked when fangs nipped at your ears, Sevika's breath like ice against your skin. "and at this rate, her heart might give out. Humans can do that you know. Die of fright. So unless you want to explain to Silco why you let that happen..."

"O-okay! Fine! Fucking hell you're still as possesive as ever, I know you just don't want to have anyone else to try her blood." Sevika snorted, and you felt the body you clung to move as she strode out the door.

"Of course I don't. Why would I ever share what's mine?"

She was pissed, to say the least.

Sevika would have thrown you onto the bed if she thought she wouldn't accidentally kill you. (She thinks humans are quite brittle.)

Instead she merely dropped you onto it, watching you scramble back with dark amusement.

She doesn't say much, just lights her cigar. She watches you as she takes a drag a few times, eyebrows furrowed. It's uncanny silence for what feels like eternity until she speaks.

"Now, everyone knows that you know, and the only way everyone's gonna leave you alone is if they think you belong to me. Do you understand?" You quickly nodded, shrinking back when Sevika came forward. She towers over you and looks you head to toe. The tantalizing gaze makes you tremble, and that makes her lips curl around her cigar. Another drag, another puff of smoke. The heavy scent of jasmine spice lingers.

She bites you before you can even blink.

There's no ceremony. Not slow easing into it. One second Sevika is standing, and the next her teeth are buried into your throat, and her hands are holding your arms down to keep you from squirming, and she's taking deep, draining gulps that feel like fire at your throat. You can't breathe, you can't think, you just want to cry and moan and scream at the same time. The pain is as ruthless as it is sweet, and it consumes you.

Sevika pulls away after having more than enough of her fill, well aware you'll be faint for days. She thinks it worth it with the sight of your teary eyes and bloody neck, the clear outline of her bite visible for any vampire to see. She's frazzled herself, eyes gleaming gold as she huffs down at you.

"You don't taste too bad...for an accountant."

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Never The Same.

Pairings: Jake x Mc.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, angst, smut, other pairings;), traumatic experiences.

Words: 4.1k

Author's note: Hey there, guess who's back with a new story? Yes, yes it's me. Honestly, this story is going to be a big piece of work and a lot of angst. It's not connected to the game at all. Because I always want to try something new and newer. Read it only if you're into angst stories, please. Thank you and let's go! 🩶

Prologue.

I took a deep breath as the scent of coffee infiltrated my nose, I always loved the scent of the warm dark liquid in the morning. I took a small sip while, slowly walking towards the entrance of the massive building before me, a small smile falling upon my face at the sight of the big silver letters that stood proudly above the automatic doors. "DW Inc."

I had just been out of university when I managed to get a job at the country's biggest company for lawyers. It wasn't an easy job to get, but somehow I managed and I couldn't be more grateful. It was rare for fresh-out-of-school lawyers to get a job at DW iNc, and yet they had somehow hired me. Some people would call it luck, but I preferred to call it my destiny. I was destined to become one of the best lawyers in the country.

In a small time, I worked for DW Inc. I had only gotten the smaller and easier cases, while the big and interesting cases would get handed to the older and more experienced lawyers but I was still very proud of what I had been able to achieve in only a few months. Most people would say my job was boring or stupid at this point but to me, it was my whole world.

As I walked through the doors of the big building my eyes stumbled upon Lilly, the building's receptionist. Lilly had been the first one to welcome me into their company after I got the confirmation that I had been hired as a lawyer for DW Inc, and we had become friends pretty quickly. Lilly was a nice and friendly girl who always made time for their employees and I always admired that in her.

I gave the blonde girl a big smile with a quick wave before, walking further into the building and towards the elevators. With my cup of coffee still present in my hand I pressed the button that would take me up to my floor while waiting for the doors to open.

It didn't take long for the doors to open but what I hadn't expected was the young woman that flew out of them as soon as they were open wide enough. A woman I had come to know as Cleo, one of DW Inc's best lawyers. I only got to take a quick look at her face but it surely seemed like she had been crying. Her eyes were red and puffy and a sad look covered most of her face.

With my eyebrows raised I stepped inside the elevator to go up to my department, still thinking about my little encounter with the woman. Cleo usually wore a serious expression on her face and she was always busy with a big case, so to see her cry was a complete surprise for me. It didn't fit the girl's character and it instantly made me wonder what had been wrong with her.

I slowly shook my head, not giving it too much thought while I pressed the button for the sixth floor. The elevator beeped and the doors slowly closed taking me up to my office. An office I, unfortunately, had to share with four others due to the fact I was pretty new at the company and didn't earn enough to get my privileges. I couldn't wait until I got my own office where I wouldn't be interrupted by co-workers and where I could work on all sorts of big exciting cases.

It didn't take long for the elevator to arrive at the fifth floor, a small ding indicating that I had arrived at its destination and I quickly stepped out of it to make my way toward my office. All while still taking small sips of my coffee. The taste woke me up almost instantly from my morning slumber. Within a few minutes, I finally arrived at my own office, walking over to my desk while putting my half-empty cup of coffee down. I was about to sit down on my chair and open up my computer to open up my latest case but got almost immediately interrupted by someone calling out my name.

I turned around to face the person who had called my name and was surprised to find my boss's assistant standing in the doorway.

"Mister Bloomgate would like to see you in his office in 10 minutes." She informed me with a small smile on her face and some papers in her hand.

Without giving her too much response I managed to say a small "okay" in return while I began to shut down my computer and grabbed my cup of coffee again. A large frown started to make its way down my forehead when I turned around towards the entrance of the office. Why in the world would Alam Bloomgate want to see me? I didn't do anything wrong, did I? A lot of scenarios came across my mind, most of them ending with me getting fired or worse expelled...

This would be it, I would lose my chance at having a successful career.

With heavy steps, I made my way to the elevator and waited until I heard the familiar ding which indicated that the elevator had arrived at my current floor. With a heavy heart and a deep sigh, I stepped inside the elevator and pressed the button for the eighth floor, the floor where all the important people of DW inc have their office. All of them including their boss Alan Bloomgate. A floor I would never have my own office if I kept going like this.

I had only been once to the eight floors and that was to deliver something. Oh, how I wished that would be the case this time too.

I once again heard the familiar ding of the elevator and with shaking legs I slowly stepped passed the metal doors, making my way toward Mr. Bloomgate's office. An office that couldn't be missed. Once you left the elevator you would instantly know where to go. Mr. Bloomgate's office was without a doubt the biggest in the whole building. Two massive wooden doors decorated with gold stripes instantly indicated where you needed to be. Multiple desks stood before them, all of them filled with young women who took phone call after phone call.

I slowly made my way towards the impressive doors, instantly walking up to the desk where his assistant was sitting. She gave me a warm smile and nodded her head towards a little waiting area on the other side of the hallway.

"I'll inform Mister Bloomgate that you've arrived."

I somehow managed to nod my head a little before walking to the little sitting area and taking place on one of the black red chairs. Multiple thoughts immediately started to flow through my mind. The most important one of them was that I should have called in sick. If I had been sick they wouldn't have fired me, right?

"You can go inside," She suddenly said, shaking me up from my thoughts. I gave the girl a soft nod before standing up with a heavy body and a heart that pounded against my chest. I swallowed hard and raised my hand, knocking on the door. A small 'come in' coming from inside the office.

I looked at her for a little reassurance and she instantly gave me a small nod indicating that I could open the door.

I took a deep breath before slowly opening the door, my breath instantly stocking in my throat at the sight before me.

This was my first time inside his office and I had never seen a room that was more perfect than this one. The beautiful black floor gave an amazing contrast to the white walls and in the middle of the room stood a big black desk that just screamed power to Taehyung.

When I looked behind the big desk I locked eyes with none other than Alan Bloomgate. A man I hadn't had the chance to meet up with until now. Mr. Bloomgate had always been one of the best lawyers in the country, winning every case and getting praise from almost everybody. Ever since I decided that I wanted to become a lawyer I had looked up to the man. When I was still in law school I followed every case the man did and took notes of almost everything. Alan had been my role model from day one, so when I got hired by DW inc. it was truly a dream come true.

Coming from a family of lawyers it didn't surprise people when Mr. Bloomgate took over DW inc from his father a few years ago, making it all the more special for me to work in a place like this.

I never thought I would feel anything other than admiration when I looked at the man before me but never before had I been so wrong about anything. The only thing I felt at the moment was fear.

Fear to lose my job, my dreams, and everything else I worked so hard for.

I got completely lost in my thoughts until I suddenly heard Mr. Bloomgate's voice acknowledge me.

"Thank you for coming Mc."

I gave the man a forced smile when he motioned me to take a seat opposite of him.

"No problem sir, I wasn't busy with an interesting case anyway," I answered softly while sitting down, the moment those words left my mouth I wished I would have just stayed silent. I closed my eyes and mentally cursed myself.

You complete and utter imbecile. Who in the world would say something like that to her boss?

To my surprise, Alan started laughing. It wasn't fake or forced, it was a genuine laugh, a laugh that threw me completely off guard.

I gave him a surprised look, getting a big smile in return.

"Mc, there are some serious things I would like to talk to you about".

I gave the man a small nod while he continued.

"I don't know if you've heard about what happened to Cleo?"

"I haven't heard anything about her sir," I answered softly, immediately thinking back to my little confrontation with the woman this morning.

Alan clicked his tongue while giving me a serious look.

"I fired her this morning, she refused to do one of the most important cases we have at the moment."

I couldn't believe my ears. It did explain why Cleo was crying this morning but her getting fired and refusing to do a case, it just didn't make sense to me. Cleo is known to never back down from a case, so to hear that that is exactly what she has been fired for just didn't make sense to me. None of this sounded like the Cleo I had gotten to know in the small amount of time I had come to work with DW inc.

I looked back up at Mr. Bloomgate with questioning eyes.

"Why are you telling me this?" Sure I was a good listener, it was a job as a matter of fact but that couldn't be the reason why he wanted me in his office right? Alan just gave me a slight smirk and leaned back against his chair.

"Because Mc, I want you to handle the case Cleo refused to do."

I looked at him with disbelief in my eyes.

"Seriously?"

He gave me a short nod and I couldn't help the big smile that broke out on my face. This was it. This was my big chance. I wasn't getting fired, I was getting a promotion!

Alan slid me some papers and I took them with shaking hands from the man. My eyes started scanning the papers and I immediately understood why Cleo had refused to do this case. Oh fuck.

I looked at the picture attached to the top of the first page. A man with jet-black hair and pretty blue eyes stared back at me. Eyes and a face I knew way too well...

Jake Dalton, was the biggest hacker, and mobster known in our country.

"Do you accept this case Mc?" He suddenly asked, knowing I wouldn't be able to refuse the case.

I looked one last time at the blue-eyed man in the picture before a dark smirk found my way onto my face.

"I do, I won't disappoint you."

I would be crazy to let such a big opportunity go, I would prove I can win this case. I would prove that this is why they hired me in this company, this was going to be my big breakthrough.

As I made my way out of his office. I couldn't help but be overflowed with joy, my now cold cup of coffee still in my hand. I finally got a big case. It didn't matter I had to defend one of the biggest criminals in the country.

It would all be worth it in the end. Right?

It had already gone pitch black outside, stars shining bright in the sky and the moonlight softly coming in through my office window shining on my freshly brewed cup of coffee. It must have been way past midnight but I didn't care. I was still working on my new case, the Dalton one that is. The excitement from getting a promotion was still running through my veins, making me even more eager to get everything done as soon as possible while completely forgetting the exhaustion that would soon take over my body.

The whole night I had been studying the file Alan had provided me with, digging up articles about my client, and writing down notes on my laptop. It didn't take long for me to figure out that this case was a lot harder than I first thought it would be.

Jake Dalton wasn't a sweetheart, far from being one, to be honest. The list of accusations against my client got on and on and with each passing second, I was afraid I would find out more things that I was supposed to plead the prisoner innocent for.

Thus far I already had over 40 crimes the prisoner was accused of. All of them fell at least in one of the categories I had listed on my laptop.

•Assault, arson.

•Kidnapping.

•First-degree murder, vehicular homicide.

•Armed robbery.

•Drug possession, drug manufacturing, drug trafficking.

•Blackmail, money laundering, cybercrime.

Everything you could think of was already on my list. Everything except for rape. I was really glad that wasn't something my client decided to do. The man at least had some kind of dignity to stay away from that particular one, I wasn't sure if I would have taken the case if it had been on the list so I was glad it wasn't.

I still had some problems with the list though, if I wasn't able to convince the jury of Jake's innocence in at least one of these accusations, he would surely receive the death penalty. There was no way they would let the prisoner live with all these things to his name. The guy was a danger to their country and I was pretty sure they would do everything to get rid of him.

The whole thing meant that if I wouldn't able to pull this off it would mean I lost my case and would never become the great lawyer I strived to be. On the other hand, if I did manage to plead the prisoner nonguilty to some of these accusations I would become one of the greatest and most famous lawyers in our country within an instant.

I had to win, there was no way I was going to fail, failing wasn't an option anymore. Mr. Bloomgate had given me an opportunity and I was going to make full use of it. This was my dream, and I wouldn't let anything come between me and my goal.

Reading carefully through some of the evidence which has been provided, I couldn't help but feel bad. This man was a monster if everything he was being accused of was true and I would be the one to plead him not guilty to all of them if Jake had done it or not...

Shaking my head to get rid of the thoughts that just roamed my mind, I continued my research on my new client. If I truly wanted to be a good lawyer it didn't matter if my client did the things he was being accused of. It only mattered if I would be able to convince the jury that my client didn't do it. That had to be my only goal. Plead this man not guilty and go on with my life, in other words.

Do your job and don't question it.

With that thought in mind, I opened a new internet tab, researching yet another page on Jake Dalton. If I wanted to know who I would be defending, I should know who exactly I was dealing with, what was Jake Dalton like, what were his motives and how could I make him look as innocent as possible.

I typed Jake's name into the google search bar, pressing enter and instantly being hit with an overload of articles on the prisoner. All of them started with things he had done, all of them except one.

'The biggest hacker and mobster Jake Dalton finally captured.'

I clicked the article, my eyes scanning the page like there was no tomorrow.

'After years of terrorizing our country, the leader of the red-eye crew, Jake Dalton, has finally been captured by the police. 5 years after the murder of one of the best FBI agents. The agent's family will get their justice by seeing Jake Dalton behind bars for the rest of his life. Jake Dalton was captured by the police on Friday night the 5th of march just outside the gas station. It is not yet known with which accusations he will be charged.'

I couldn't believe what I had just read, my eyes big and my mouth slightly open. There were almost no details about how my client was captured or how they eventually managed to find him. There was no information except for the fact they had captured Jake Dalton.

Maybe the police didn't want it to leak but at the same time that didn't make any sense to me at all. I would have expected the police to tell all the details of such a great capture, not keep quiet about it like it was an everyday occasion. It just didn't make sense to me, it just wasn't right.

A small yawn left my mouth, while my eyes slowly started to close making me unable to read the thing on my computer properly. With a soft shake of my head, I decided that I had done enough for today. Shutting down my computer while putting my belongings in my bag, with a small breath of air, I put my bag over my shoulder while walking towards the elevator. The freshly brewed cup of coffee was completely forgotten on my desk.

I had never been in the office at this time of the night, almost no one was there anymore except for some janitors and I suddenly became highly aware that if I became stuck in the elevator I wouldn't be found until the next morning. Not wanting to take the risk of spending my night in a small metal cubicle I decided to use the stairs.

I started to make my way down to where I would be able to leave the massive building, not missing the fact that It was awfully quiet on every floor I passed, too quiet...Horror movie quiet.

I shook my head to get rid of the creepy thoughts and continued my way downstairs, the faster I was out of the door the better. The dark had never been my favorite thing in the world, I used to be afraid of it when I was little and he never fully grew over it. This time was no exception to that statement.

After a few more minutes of conquering my fear, I finally reached the bottom of the stairs, quickly making my way out of the front door. I made my way out on the street and I noticed that Lilly had already gone home, the lobby was empty without her continuous laughing and chatting.

I had texted her earlier today that I would be working late and that she didn't have to wait for me, on a normal day we would have taken the subway back home together since we lived in the same district. But today wasn't a normal day. Today was my first day as Jake Dalton's lawyer and I made full use of that title.

Lilly and I had always been very close. Our friendship had only grown stronger over time, the two of us now were closer than ever inside DW inc. Lilly was much more to me than just a colleague, she was my friend and I wouldn't trade her for the world.

I slowly started to make my way out on the street, instantly being met with fresh air hitting my face and invading my nose. I closed my eyes and inhaled the fresh air, a feeling of pride filling my whole body. I had finally gotten the promotion I was dying to get and couldn't help but feel the need to celebrate my victory even if it was in a small way.

It was pretty late, so I chose to just go home and settle for a good glass of red wine, a real celebration would follow when I got Jake out of jail. I started to make my way toward the subway station, smiling the whole way.

I finally did it. All my hard work had finally paid off.

Within ten minutes the subway had arrived and another ten-minute ride later I reached my district and began my walk home. The thought of my apartment brought an instant feeling of joy to my system.

I could clearly remember the day I got the keys to the small place as if it was yesterday. I had been so proud to have gotten a job at DW inc, getting the keys to my place and moving to a house inside the capital just made it all more real.

Trading my life at a farm just outside of Duskwood for the busy city life of Duskwood had been a huge step for me. I remembered my parents being so proud of me and yet sad to see me leave but in the end, it had all been worth it.

After a five-minute walk, I finally arrived at my apartment block. It wasn't big but it was big enough to fit around fifteen apartments. The only downside to my apartment was that there wasn't an elevator, luckily for me. My apartment was on the third floor and not on the fifteenth.

Quickly making my way inside and rushing up the stairs I made my way up to my home. Instantly sticking the key into the keyhole the moment I arrived before my door. I twisted the keys and opened the door to let myself inside. The smell of home instantly hit my nose and made me feel welcome.

My apartment wasn't anything special. Just a kitchen and living room with two doors, one for my bedroom and one for my bathroom. Most people would consider my apartment small, but I considered myself blessed to have a home I could call my own. It was my place, a place where no one would judge me no matter what I did and where I could truly be myself.

I made my way to the kitchen, opened a cabinet, and took a perfectly polished wine glass. The pretty glass was filled with a cherry red liquid within a few seconds, a content smile made its way onto my face.

I took a small sip from my glass of wine and smiled as the red cold liquor slid down my throat. I was never someone for alcoholic beverages but wine was my only exception to that rule. The wine wasn't alcohol, wine was something you had to savor.

Walking towards my couch I sat down, my mind was instantly filled with thoughts about the exciting day I had. Never in a million years would I have thought that today would finally be the day I would get a promotion, and finally get my first big case.

Feeling satisfied with how my day had gone I quickly finished my glass of wine and decided to get ready for bed. Tomorrow I could use all the energy the universe could give me, as that would be the first time I would meet my newest client.

I was finally going to meet Jake Dalton...

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