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yeonzzzn · 2 months

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🪐drops of jupiter: taehyun

pairing: taehyun x afab!reader word count: 2.9k

synopsis: after yours and taehyun’s breakup, your group goes on tour which is exactly what you needed. a year long world tour to distract you from the pains your heart felt. but once your group comes back from the tour and is preparing for your next comeback, txt is also preparing a comeback of their own that involves your group. you and taehyun have no choice but rekindle a friendship for the sake of your members, fans, and each other.

genre: ex-lovers to lovers, idol!taehyun, idol!reader.

warnings: swearing, alcohol mentions, taehyun is so down bad for reader, make-out session, let me know if I missed anything!

♫“Now that she’s back in the atmosphere with drops of Jupiter in her hair…”♫

Taehyun stood there in shock, a towel wrapped around her neck, sweat dripping down his face, and boxing gloves in one hand, his water bottle in another.

You slowly thinned your lips in a line, not expecting to see him again so soon after getting back from tour.

And the thing was, Taehyun wasn't either. He knew you got back to Seoul a few days ago(thanks to his amazing stalking skills aka stealing Soobin’s phone and Instagram account to look at yours), but he wasn’t expecting you to be standing inside the elevator when the doors opened after he just finished his gym workout.

All Taehyun could do was look at you and take notice of how uncomfortable you looked. It took everything in him to not burst into tears and rush over to you.

You also wanted nothing more than to go to him, but after everything that happened with the two of you…you knew you couldn’t.

“Taehyun!!!” your group members cheered.

It took Taehyun a second to register his name being called by your group mates, he didn’t even realize they were in the elevator with you.

The oldest member, and the leader, pulled Taehyun into the elevator, and the doors closed.

��Perfect timing!” She cheered, “Soobin called us all for a meeting!”

“Did he?” Tae said barely above a whisper, “I had no idea…”

Your leader realized she spoiled the secret meeting, you also had no idea what was going on until you were dragged inside the HYBE building.

And by the looks of it, Soobin kept it a secret from Taehyun too.

You noticed how…sad he looked. Part of you hoped he’d be happy to see you, but you also understood that he probably would have been happy if the circumstances were different.

It’s been over a year since you’ve seen him.

Taehyun and you secretly dated, not from your companies or bandmates, but from the world.

You and your group just freshly debuted and your first album was a major hit. So you all went out to celebrate at a club that the group Tomorrow X Together just happened to be at as well.

And that’s how you met Taehyun. The two of you hit it off so smoothly, even made out in the back of the club. Granted, you both were drunk and out of it, but when you woke up that next morning with a text from him with his name saved as “Tyun💚” saying how he wanted to take you out on a date and properly kiss you…you were so down bad.

He was everything you could have ever wanted. He opened doors for you, and always waited outside your company building or dorm building until you texted him saying you made it to where you needed to be safely before he left. Always made sure you were warm, giving you his jacket or wrapping you closely in his arms. Always making sure you ate and drank water and if you didn’t he would be practically breaking down your dorm or company's door down to give you food. He took care of you.

You fell hard for him and loved everything about him. From the way he has his little shy habits, to the way he said your name and how you looked at you. Loved the way he’d lay you down on his bed and make love to you like you were the greatest thing that was put on this earth.

But as fast as everything came together, it just as quickly crashed and burned.

Rumors between the two of you started circulating, articles being popped out by every famous news site every single day. And it tore at your relationship.

You were ready to go public. Ready to step into that light with him.

But Taehyun…wasn’t.

It was the first major disagreement the two of you had. You’ve had fights, sure, but it was never like this.

To say Taehyun was scared would be an understatement. It was already bad enough that he had to be careful and watch every movement or word he said. The public eye was ruthless and the last thing he wanted was your name to get dragged in the mud. You were Taehyun’s first real relationship, he’s dated around sure, but it was nothing compared to you.

You and Tae couldn’t get to an agreement which ultimately ended your relationship.

“Guess you really don’t actually care or love me enough to go public, because if you did this would be such an easy decision to make but apparently it’s not. Goodbye, Taehyun.”

It was the last thing you said to him as you stormed out of his dorm room, leaving him sitting on his bed watching as you walked out of his life.

Taehyun regretted not chasing after you every single day since then. Regretting not listening to you and giving it a chance.

He was so in love with you, and he wished he could have said that instead of watching you leave.

Not even a week later your company announced that your group was going on a world tour and was hitting the airport a month later.

You felt like you needed this, to get out and away from Seoul and from him. It was the perfect way to get space and to help you move on.

But here you were, back in Seoul and here he was standing in front of you, and your heart still beats for him all the same.

To say Taehyun was pissed would be silly, he was more than pissed. You could practically see the smoke blowing from his ears as he stormed up to Soobin, fists clenched and jaw locked.

“Want to tell me why this was kept as a secret!?!”

Soobin just stood there, an awkward smile on his face as he glanced between his bandmate and your group, “Surprise?”

Oh, Taehyun will show him a surprise later. Of his fist meeting Soobin’s perfect nose.

It didn’t take long for the rest of the TXT members to appear, everyone giving their greetings and hugs.

“It’s nice seeing you again,” Yeonjun said, pulling you into a tight hug, “How was your tour?”

You hugged him back, “It was great, seeing the world is always fun.”

Yeonjun smiled at you. You could tell he was genuinely happy to see you again after so long.

Besides, both your groups got close during your time dating Taehyun.

Once both groups settled down, your leader and Soobin announced why we were all gathered here today.

A collaboration.

And also apparently everyone knew about this collaboration…except you and Taehyun. Because of course, why not?

The song would be a love song(because of course, it would be). It would be so upbeat and happy. The choreography would be of two lovers dancing together in perfect harmony. The promotions would be through TikTok with the challenge, along with posting them on Instagram and Twitter. It honestly was a great idea and really beautiful, whoever came up with this idea was a genius.

But the problem was you and Taehyun.

After the breakup and going no contact, the effect on the media was…well negative. Went just about as good as you’d thought. Mostly after both you and Taehyun “admitted” to the media that there was no relationship at all.

You were both awkward, not looking at each other or even interacting at all during the whole meeting.

This is exactly why Soobin didn’t tell Taehyun and your leader didn’t tell you.

Once you and your group left, Taehyun was both in his fierce anger, “Why didn’t you tell me Bin?!?”

Soobin shuddered under the use of his nickname being thrown out of the younger mouth the way it did.

“Because I knew you would either have A: not shown up, or B: busted down the doors and made it even more awkward between the two of you.”

Point…taken. Tae knew that if he did know about this collaboration, he would have done everything possible to make himself look presentable for you.

Man was so down bad for you still and it showed by his actions throughout the following week.

Anytime you needed water? Tae was jumping up to grab you a bottle. Hungry? He was rushing to grab you a snack.

You sneezed? He was grabbing the tissue box.

You had to admit, it was cute and you adored it, but it still felt so awkward and everyone else was noticing it too. You two barely spoke to each other at all but he was at your every waking call.

Before you knew it two weeks had flown by and the song was officially recorded and completed. Now all that was felt was finishing up the choreography, filming the music video, and making the TikToks, which was the real challenge.

Mostly because your groups decided to put the two of you together as the “lovers” of the music video and dance challenges in a way and hopes of getting the two of you to rekindle and make up.

The group practices were awkward and nerve-racking.

You didn’t understand why both leaders decided it was a good idea, why any of this was a good idea.

You both had comebacks soon, shouldn’t each group just be focusing on that?

You arrived at the HYBE building early for practice, wanting to get a head start and prepare yourself for the next two hours.

Today would be the day they finally have you and Tae work together on the dance. Before today it was just the two of you mirroring the choreographers, but today was the real deal.

Unfortunately for you, Taehyun had the same idea.

You walked into the practice room, already seeing him in the middle of the room doing stretches.

His heart nearly dropped seeing you, “Oh, hi YN…”

“Hello..” you softly whispered back, making your way into the room.

He didn’t know what to say. Everything was so awkward, and he had no idea how to fix it.

“I’ll just…” he pointed to the door, slowly starting to walk out.

“You don’t have to leave,” you quickly said, “We have to practice together today anyways, might as well stay.”

Tae just nodded, trying to think of anything to start a conversation with you. But failing anyway.

“We don’t have to do this,” you finally said, sitting down on the floor to start your own stretches, “Let’s just get through this until the promotions are over.”

Without understanding why, your words were all it took for him to cut his shyness away.

“Is that really what you want?”

The way he said it was enough to send chills down your spine, he wasn’t stumbling over his words, showed no sign of being awkward, and it was so clearly cutthroat.

You just shrugged, “It’s probably what you want.”

Taehyun scoffed, “There you go again acting like you know what I want.”

And now you were pissed.

“Excuse me?” You snapped, jumping to your feet.

“I said what I said, YN,” He said with a roll of his eyes, “You’ve been acting like you know what I want ever since our relationship went toxic.”

“Oh, please then Kang Taehyun, tell me what it is you want since I seem to be unknowing.”

He folded his arms over his chest, “I want us to drop whatever this is, and rekindle our once friendship, we are stuck with each other whether we like it or not.”

You knew he was right, and it would benefit both groups to just… makeup.

So you nodded, “Fine, we can do that.”

Taehyun relaxed, but not because you agreed to rekindle, but because of the way your eyes glossed over, “Hey hey, why are you crying?”

He walked closer to you, his hands hovering, not knowing if touching you was acceptable. You took a few steps away from him.

“YN, please talk to m—“

“How can I just rekindle everything with you when my heart isn’t over everything? Isn’t over you. It must have been so easy for you.”

Taehyun tilted his head in confusion, “What?”

You wiped your eyes with your palms, “I stalked your socials pretty much every single night while I was gone on tour,” you admitted. If the two of you were going to rekindle, might as well unload everything, “I saw how happy you were, saw all the interactions, and you got over me so easily. Makes sense since you didn’t want to go public about our relationship.”

Taehyun was stunned, how could you possibly think he was over you? He’s the biggest simp for you, has that not been obvious with how he did everything possible for you since you’ve been here? Did you think it was just something he was doing out of pure habit?

“You’re not over me?” was all Tae was able to say, those words repeating over and over in his head.

You rolled your eyes, “Is that all you heard out of all that? Seriously Taehyun? I can’t believe—“

And you were cut off. Taehyun had his arms wrapped around you, lips crashing to yours. His body going on autopilot and pressing you up against the mirrored wall.

Part of you wanted to fight him, the other part wanted to bring him closer. You chose to bring him closer, snaking your fingers into his hair.

“I am nowhere close to being over you,” he whispered between kisses, his hands flying to either side of your head, trapping you against him and the mirror.

You pulled away from the kiss, leaning your head against the mirror, wanting to see the look on his face when you asked him to repeat himself.

“I said I am nowhere close to being over you, YN,” he pressed his forehead against yours, “I stalked your socials with Soobin’s accounts. I watched every single fancam that came out of you. Saved every cute selfie you posted and counted down the days until you landed back in Seoul.”

You took a deep breath and it came out more shaky than you wanted, “Why? You didn’t want to go public with me.”

“Because I was scared,” he took a deep breath as well, “I was a coward, I was stupid. I was scared of how the media would treat you after it was out. I am in love with you, YN, and not a day goes by that I don’t regret the decision I made.”

You kept eye contact with him the entire time he spoke. You knew him inside and out. You could see just how badly this breakup was killing him now that he had broken down those walls.

“I kept praying, hoping that while you were out there amongst all the space of this big ole world that you’d miss me so bad and by some act of fate to bring you back to me.”

Your hands reached up, cupping his face, “I did miss you. More than I can even admit.”

“I am so sorry, YN, and I cannot ever forgive myself for letting you go so easily.”

His eyes teared up, his heart rate paced faster and he felt like if he didn’t push away from you right now he would completely break down.

“Then don’t let me go now.”

He searched your eyes, “What?”

“Don’t let me go,” you pressed your lips back to his, “please don’t let me go.”

It’s all he needed to hear to press his body completely against yours, kissing you so hard and passionately as if these kisses would make up for the year you were away from him.

He parted your lips with his tongue, letting the muscle explore your mouth, a small moan escaping.

“God,” he whispered between a kiss, “I’ve missed your sweet sounds,”

You giggled against his lips, “You can’t just say things like that.”

“I can’t help it,” he placed his forehead back against yours, “You make me crazy.”

Before you could reach up for his lips again, the practice room door opened, forcing Taehyun away from you and you to quickly rush away from the mirror.

Huening Kai was the first in the room, him stopping to raise a brow at you two, barely seeing how you both rushed away from each other, “Did we interrupt something?”

Taehyun hummed, “Hmm? Oh, nah! We just got here early.”

Soobin wasn’t buying it, mostly not after seeing Taehyun’s handprints on the mirror, “I am guessing the two of you made up?”

You and Tae glanced at each other, small smiles filling your faces.

“More like made out,” Beomgyu said, clearly grossed out, “Can’t even hide the obvious boner he has and how fucked his hair looks.”

Taehyun slowly turned and faced the mirror, seeing the state his body was in, “I am going to kill you Beomgyu,”

With the two of you making up, and ultimately deciding to give your relationship a second chance, the rest of the recording of the music video and the TikToks for the promotions went by smoothly.

Once the song was released and all the videos dropped, you and Taehyun were the talk of the town.

The public’s reaction was better than Tae hoped, it eased his mind and he was finally ready to go public with you. Ready to show you off to the world. To let everyone know that he, Kang Taehyun, cuffed you.

And that he was never going to let you go again.

a/n: I am so sorry that this probably sucks...it was very rushed and I lost inspiration for it since this sat in my drafts for so long. I hope you all still enjoy it.

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cherrylovelycherry · 5 months

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506

pairing: childe x fem!reader cw/genre: ex-lovers, angst? masterlist! requests open!

A break-up is always painful for both parties. However, there is always one who feels it more.

The memory of his ex-girlfriend was present, even when it was time to get up, Childe looked hurriedly at the screen of his mobile phone.

No message, no call.

He sighed, lying back on his bed, closing his eyes.

Delicate, soft kisses full of love, being deposited on that freckled face of his. Being the weekend, he slept in later.

"So cute.", she thought. Running a hand through her hair, brushing away red locks that covered her face.

At the sudden touch, feeling tickled, he opened one eye first. Seeing his beloved girlfriend, there, beside him, he grinned like a fool. Stretching his arms out in her direction, grabbing her and pulling her against his chest.

The need to write to him tormented him, he rubbed his face in his pillow, trying to make those memories fade.

His bed empty, the curtains closed wide. No light in the room.

He reluctantly got up to go to breakfast, he wasn't hungry, but her insistent voice nagging him to eat had become a habit.

Hands intertwined, sidelong glances, two young people in love, each sitting firmly on the furniture, unable to cut the distance. Afternoons pretending to watch television.

He grabbed his mobile phone, inhaling and exhaling three times in a row, his hands trembling for a moment. Would it be okay if…?

He was masochistic and went through the photos he still kept in his phone's gallery. Pictures of the two of them in another country. "Will she still be travelling there like every holiday?" he wondered.

His smile lingered for a few moments longer.

Her hand felt like it was sweating, she looked at her boyfriend, being so calm and even eating a huge airport burger. She even felt nauseous from the nerves of flying. She tightened her grip on his arm now, as she checked in, the urge to go to a nice beach gone. But no, she convinced herself, he gave her lots of kisses and caresses as they sat in the plane seats, keeping her as relaxed as possible.

He did, he sent a message. He saved the number again, as a new contact. He mentally thanked himself for having stuck the paper with his number on it on the fridge.

A simple; "How are you?" was all he sent.

He felt nervous, tousling his hair with both hands.

Four hours passed, he sent another message again.

"I don't know why but I thought of you both," he sent, followed by a picture of two kittens.

Sent. The status of the messages was just sent.

The number of his flat he promised to remember forever. 506. The street where his heart lived. Where he spent more time than in his own home. With 16, where everything changed and started.

A new day, another "How are you?" message. Soon he started leaving calls, not expecting a reply, just letting her know he was there.

Little by little, becoming routine in three months.

Five missed calls, four letters, three injuries, two lucky ones.

Every once in a while, Childe would stop by the coffee shop where they would have a nice oatmeal biscuit and a hot chocolate in the middle of winter. As well as passing the bar, where they fought over drinking each other's glass, the fight ended in laughter and jokes.

He never expected a response.

Kissing in the rain after playing catch, feeling like little kids, not caring that people looked at them strangely for being in the pouring rain. A bit cliché, but theirs.

The memory of why he fell in love, remembering what made her fall in love.

A routine phone call.

Y/N was sitting on a bench, washing her boyfriend's hair, who had fallen ill. Caring for him with so much love, even though she would probably end up getting sick too.

Sneaking into his bed, on a summer night. Kisses on her forehead from him. His turn to watch her sleep so peacefully.

He was dying to hear her voice. As if it was his lucky day, he was about to hang up. However, the opposite phone was answered.

A "Hello?" from her was enough to trigger feelings that were supposed to be locked away. It felt the same, nothing changed.

The words he thought of for this moment, with no hope that it would come, were completely forgotten.

"How are you? Are you still living in 506?"

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#genshin angst #genshin impact angst #genshin x reader #childe angst #childe x reader #ex lovers #genshin tartagalia #tartaglia #ajax x reader #genshin ajax #childe genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact

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lostmf · 3 months

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We don’t say I love you

But you tell me I looked nice today

And I ask you about your dreams last night

We don’t say we miss each other

But we find reasons to talk every day

We don’t say goodnight

But you stay on the phone while I sleep so I don’t have nightmares

We’re scared of getting together because it will end like before

We know the reasons we can’t stay

But we can’t find a reason to leave

I know how our book ends

But I keep going back to first page again and again hoping the ending will change

But it doesn’t

And I don’t

Because to lose you on the last page again

Means I’ll get to have you in the first one again

And maybe this is love

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sbrown82 · 11 months

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THE FULL HISTORY OF THE MICK JAGGER & MARSHA HUNT (A.K.A.”BROWN SUGAR”) RELATIONSHIP! (PART 2)

In Part 1 of the thread, it explained how the Rolling Stones frontman Mick Jagger and singer/actress Marsha Hunt met, the ins-and-outs of their year-long courtship, and how Mick was basically the one who followed her and asked her to have his baby. But their relationship eventually turned sour once Marsha gave birth to his first child, Karis, born in November 1970. In this second part, you’ll understand the fallout between them that lasted well over a decade.

After Marsha’s altercation with Mick (when he claimed he never loved her and threatened to take her nearly two week-old baby away) things started to get put into perspective for her. And though she relished in being a mother to her sweet, yet lively baby, who she mostly spoke to in Black vernacular/AAVE and nicknamed “Pookie”, the new role really whipped her into shape.

Marsha claimed, “I was able then to support myself and my daughter,” but she explained to Mick, who she was still in touch with, “I don’t need your help now, but if I ever do, I expect to be able to come to you.”

Although he made some early efforts at involvement with the baby (who, according to one associate, “looked remarkably like Mick”), he ultimately turned all his attention to his new girlfriend, Bianca Pérez-Mora Macías.

While Marsha was very attentive to her child and thrived off being there for her every need, Mick was gearing up for another tour and was still occasionally seeing other women, including his then personal chef, Janice Kenner, and occasional girlfriend, soul singer and Ikette, Claudia Lennear, while courting his girlfriend, Bianca.

Pretty much all references to Marsha and the baby were quickly airbrushed out of his life. Another one of his ‘hoes,’ Californian model and former flame of Eric Clapton, Catherine James, also claimed: “When I moved into Mick’s house, I knew about Marsha, but his relationship with her was already over. It didn’t seem a big deal to him. He just mentioned that she was a girl he had met who had got pregnant. He said he wasn’t in love with her, but she was very talented.” She also stated, “I felt he was not encumbered by anything, not by Marsha or the baby. He was young, and I didn’t get the impression he was thinking seriously about becoming a father and being part of this child’s life.”

[BELOW: Marsha photographed with her newborn baby, Karis, in 1971.]

Though she couldn’t go on the road yet, Marsha went right back to work after Karis was born. She lived frugally, hoping to get more work in the coming months to ease her escalating money troubles. She quickly realized just how expensive it was to have a newborn, so in order to pay her rent, a nanny, and for diapers and formula, she took the first job that came her way. After a sudden fire and ceiling collapse shut down the run of “Hair”, she took a role in another musical called “Catch My Soul,” a rock version of Othello. Originally singer Marianne Faithfull was to play a character in the show called “Desdemona” which was the same name of the Marc Bolan song Marsha had released in 1969, and ironically, the name of the character Marsha played was “Bianca.”

At this time, Marsha also had to be more cautious with journalists. They always wanted to turn her profiles into a risque discourse on “love without marriage” and brand her baby a “love child”. She refused to mention Mick in her interviews and avoided all questions about her baby's father.

Meanwhile, Mick and the rest of the Stones moved to France in April 1971 because the income tax in England was so high at the time (it was a 93% supertax imposed by the government on the country's top earners). In fact, they all owed about £100,000 each, so to pay it back, they had to leave. Marsha had known since 1969 that they had financial problems and tax exile was planned.

Before Mick left, he asked Marsha to have her nanny bring their baby, whom he hadn't seen since their argument in November 1970. She always made it clear through their mutual contacts that he could see his child whenever he wished or have her visit him with her nanny.

[BELOW: Mick arriving in Paris, France with the Rolling Stones in 1971.]

Bianca became pregnant a little over a month after Karis was born, and Marsha hoped (naively) that his second baby would remind him of his first.

Several weeks after Karis visited him, Mick and Bianca, who was already 4 months pregnant at the time, got married in a shotgun wedding that took place on May 12, 1971 in St. Tropez, France.

The wedding was a complete circus (from beginning to end). None of the Rolling Stones members attended, except for Keith Richards, Mick even invited his ex-girlfriend and the first woman he ever impregnated, soul singer P.P. Arnold (a detail Bianca wasn’t privy to). Right before the wedding, Bianca also discovered that according to French law, she and Mick had to make clear “what property they held in common.” It was only then that she learned how little this was and threatened to call it off, but eventually relented.

The entire event was a skin-crawling spectacle with Mick and Bianca sweating and pushing their way through crowds of pressmen, photographers, people on holiday, and rubberneckers.

Marsha’s nanny was watching the news report of his wedding and started to cry. Marsha thought, “Girl, save those tears for something more important!”...but of course, she kept quiet!

NONE of the Rolling Stones (or their wives/girlfriends), the brand’s close camp, and the many people who worked for Mick actually liked Bianca and often described her as cold, aloof, pompous, and extremely difficult to get along with. No one really knew anything about her: what she did for a living, her actual age, or even why she refused to speak Spanish even though she was Nicaraguan. She also despised the rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle (so, why’d you marry the motherfucker then? 🤔), which put A LOT of people off. She was a bit of a snob and even referred to the guys in the band as “The Nazi Party”!

[BELOW: Mick & Bianca during their bizarre wedding reception in 1971.]

Anyway, back to Marsha! When “Catch My Soul” ended its run, Marsha embarrassingly took a job appearing in a German soft-drink commercial, which she never considered doing a commercial before, but she needed to make extra cash to pay her bills.

Marsha even had to let go of her nanny and her cleaner who came by a few days a week to help her. She lived from day-to-day and tried not to think of the future.

[LEFT: Marsha in the rock musical “Catch My Soul”; RIGHT: Marsha photographed for a Afri-Cola soft drink commercial.]

Months later, Mick out of the blue, invited Marsha and Karis to see him at his new house, which was a huge palatial mansion with many spare rooms in the south of France. But at the very last minute, she was told by his longtime driver, Alan Dunn, that she wouldn't actually be staying at his house, but instead with Stones guitarist Mick Taylor and his fiancé because she wasn’t “allowed” there and because Bianca “didn’t want some woman her husband used to sleep with in her house.” (What a fucking BITCH!!!) A biographer once claimed that Bianca, who was “Catholic,” had always felt disadvantaged by Marsha because she had Mick first and mothered his eldest child, so this was one of many examples of her taking the “upper hand.”

Marsha also discovered firsthand that her friend, Mick Taylor, had fallen into a serious drug addiction after joining the Rolling Stones which she felt guilty about since she was the one who suggested him as the replacement guitarist for the band 2 years earlier.

When Marsha finally arrived at Mick Jagger’s house, she saw him and a very pregnant Bianca who almost looked like she was Black at first glance. The both of them showed her no hospitality and had no manners. In fact they were EXTREMELY rude at the dinner table: cuddling, nuzzling, murmuring, and only talking to each other in French while completely ignoring Marsha and Karis as though they didn’t exist and were there to see someone else. It felt like he was deliberately trying to humiliate her. Now, whether or not he staged the whole charade to spite and embarrass Marsha and show off his new pregnant wife, or to prove to the jealous Bianca that he was indifferent to Marsha, it was nonetheless, a shocking, disgusting, and unnecessary display.

Before Marsha left she begged him to “loan” her £200 to get by, to which he grudgingly wrote out a check. (Like, why does she even have to ask you for these things?! 🤔) He couldn’t even look her in the eye during her entire visit as Marsha claimed, “I guess he couldn’t.”

[BELOW: Mick with Marsha holding 8-month old Karis in her arms during a trip to visit him at his sunwashed villa in France in 1971.]

Later on, Marsha was still having a really hard time getting work, and her expenses were really racking up. She lost a part in a film with Sidney Poitier because she couldn’t afford a baby-sitter and had to bring Karis along to her audition.

She also regularly saw Mick in newspapers living the high life and wondered if he’d lost his integrity or would lose her mind thinking if he had any in the first place. When she was unsure, she’d re-read his old letters and they reassured her that he was capable of humanity and that their friendship wasn't a figment of her imagination.

When baby Karis spent her first birthday on the set of “Dracula AD 1972,” Marsha had the studio chef bake a big pink-and-white cake for her and Mick even had a handsome rocking horse delivered to her.

For a while, she and Mick were still somewhat ‘friends’...but the whole situation was still awkward.

[BELOW: Marsha on the set of “Dracula A.D. 1972” with her good friend, actress Stephanie Beacham & director Alan Gibson celebrating her daughter Karis’ 1st birthday in November 1971.]

Even after the birth of Mick’s second daughter, Jade Sheena Jezebel Jagger, in October 1971 (they named her Jade because Mick claimed “she is very precious”…”and quite, quite perfect!” 🙄), Marsha naively thought it would get some sense knocked into him. He actually once invited her to bring Karis to be photographed with Jade at his other house at Cheyne Walk, but he only seemed to take interest in Jade.

Strangely, Mick doted on Jade as much as he ignored Karis. The fool even bragged, “I’m a terrific dad. Jade is a fantastic kid, a lovely baby, very sweet and good tempered…I’ve always been a good father, and the kid makes it easy to be that way.”

Jade’s nanny at the time, Sally Arnold, even said that Mick enjoyed fatherhood and was eager to take lessons in baby care claiming, “He’d come in and watch me bathing her and changing her nappies (diapers) and he’d ask me to show him how to do it and he'd do it. He was a real hands-on father.”

Bianca on the other hand, was not the maternal type and would act quite awkwardly toward Jade, at times lifting her like a bowling ball and even once dropped her down the stairs. She also often complained of the “tremendous strain” of being a mom: “Nobody knows what a strain it is to keep a house, look after Jade, and be dressed properly all the time.”

According to friends, it seemed Bianca spent less time with Jade than Mick did and often left her with a nanny because she liked to socialize at parties and events, or go to the hottest discotheque in town.

Jade Jagger even once said in an interview many years later that her mother refused to breastfeed her and because of her parents’ high-profile, globe-trotting careers, they both treated her more like a “mascot” that they had to fit into their lifestyles, rather than a daughter.

[BELOW: Mick & Bianca photographed at home holding newborn Jade with their nanny, Sally Arnold, in late 1971.]

In 1972, Marsha eventually put a new band together called 22, but was put on a small retainer with her new label, and as the leader, most of her money went to her band, equipment, management, travel, and hotel accommodations for Karis and a traveling nanny. Going back on the road meant she had to ask Mick to chip in on the £600 needed for a nanny to go on tour with her and the baby. Mick was also getting ready to go on an American tour with the Stones to support their latest album, Exile on Main St., that was expected to gross over $4 million.

[BELOW: Mick Jagger during the Rolling Stones’ 1972 north American tour which grossed over a then-record of $4 million.]

As always, Mick NEVER offered her money, and she only called him as a last resort because the idea of asking him for anything made her sick. It was also very expensive for her to even track him down by phone wherever he was around the world.

Later on, while at a cafe during her tour in Germany with her band, 19-month old Karis accidentally scolded herself with extremely hot tea and had to be rushed to the hospital, but it took her hours to find an emergency doctor who would accept her because she was Black and who spoke English to treat the burns. When Mick finally phoned and asked if he could help, she asked if he could split the hospital bill with her which was £75. He promised to send it but it never arrived. Karis was finally admitted to an army base hospital and had to stay for 10 days, to which Marsha missed a few gigs. This resulted in her having to skip out on paying the bill. She felt absolutely horrible because they had been so nice to her. It seemed ungrateful. Yet, she didn’t hear from Mick again until after his tour ended.

When she finally met up with Mick, she asked why he hadn’t forked up the cash to help their daughter, he “playfully” said that she “probably would have bought shoes with the money.”

BRUUUH...Marsha was like:

This incensed her, because first of all…HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?! Like, you can’t be serious. Second of all, she thought, “When’d you ever know me to be frivolous with money”?

…MARSHA HAD ENOUGH!! 😡😡😡

She was fed up with Mick’s bullshit and trying to chase him down for an occasional handout. So, she FINALLY consulted with her band’s lawyer and asked him how she could go about setting up an emergency fund for her daughter, but he explained that the only legal right the child had to contributions to her welfare was through a paternity suit, since Karis wasn’t conceived through marriage (as English law was very unkind to single mothers).

Marsha explained that Mick acknowledged that he was Karis' father. The issue was parental neglect. Her lawyer reconfirmed that there was no other legal alternative to her predicament but a paternity suit. She wanted to vomit. She asked him to follow the necessary procedure and to go about it in a way that would keep it confidential and out of the newspapers. Marsha also knew that a paternity suit had negative connotations and it didn’t really approach the problem. She just wanted her kid to have what she needed.

To serve a writ did not mean that it had to be filed in court, if Mick was prepared to act reasonably. But to postpone service, meant that they would have to wait for Mick to come to England again. There was no way of knowing when that would be as he was based abroad. After 2 years, she had to stop lying to herself and pretending that he would do the right thing.

Later on, Marsha met Mick on the long steps of the Albert Memorial, near the same spot she told him she was pregnant years earlier. She didn’t want to hurt him, but she believed that in spite of his horrible behavior, somewhere there was still a friend.

They walked arm-in-arm through the park (really to calm him). The issue of the baby and his responsibility to her was serious. She needed things and his pretense that he didn't have to help had to be confronted.

If his jet-set life made the situation seem remote, it was understandable. So, Marsha suggested that he put aside a trust fund for the Karis’ future education and any emergencies. It could be administered by trustees and she could avoid asking him personally for help when it was needed. A £25,000 trust fund seemed adequate and he'd be free of any further financial responsibility.

After their walk, they sat in a nearby pub and Mick said he would put £20,000 in a trust for his daughter. She was relieved that they were able to find a solution without a lawsuit or unnecessary animosity.

As they parted, she assured him that he was more than welcome to see his child whenever he wanted. But by the time their solicitors spoke later that evening, Mick (like the cheap bastard he is) had reduced the trust investment once again to £17,000.

When Karis turned 2 years old, Marsha invited her half-sister Jade, who she thought was precious, to her birthday party. The fact that Mick and Bianca let her come with her nanny suggested that things were alright between them.

During this time, a very simple and straightforward trust agreement was drawn up by her solicitor. But after many months of letters and asking for signatures and funds, it still hadn’t been signed and no money was available. It NEVER happened!

[BELOW: Marsha traveling and at home with her daughter Karis in 1972.]

Marsha could only think Mick and his solicitor wanted the lawsuit, which she finally had to proceed with. On July 16, 1973, the affiliation order was filed. The hearing was set, but when it hit the newspapers it stank. Unlike their secret affair, the case was very public and unpleasant. People were shocked that Mick Jagger had possibly had a child with a Black woman.

Keep in mind, up until that time no one outside of their close circle really knew about Mick and Marsha’s relationship, so the story was reported as though Marsha had suddenly appeared with a 2 year old child out of nowhere to accuse Mick, who was a huge rockstar, of paternity.

Mick was reportedly furious that Marsha went public with the allegations and was quoted saying, “I’m not upset for myself. It’s just that my mother didn’t know, and she gets upset about this sort of publicity. Why did Marsha have to be so bloody silly? It wasn’t as though I was going to leave her and Karis to starve!”

In the whirlwind of publicity that followed, Mick denied paternity and, in an effort to stall legal proceedings, insisted on a blood test—thus implying that Marsha was promiscuous. Marsha, meanwhile, was portrayed as a home-wrecking gold-digger. Mick, stung by what he viewed as Marsha’s “betrayal,” sarcastically suggested that she had gone public merely to hype her own flagging career.

Marsha thought it was interesting that in contrast to “groupies” whose connections to rockstars gave them an elevated status, her relationship with Mick made her a pariah.

Paparazzi and photographers staked out in front of her home, so she had to hide out at a house her band stayed at until the headlines died.

Afterwards, Marsha wanted to be less visible and more incorporated in her band’s image, so she decided to cut off all of her famous hair. British Vogue even wanted her to cover the event. The magazine’s photoshoot also included her daughter Karis, who the public had never seen before.

[LEFT: Marsha with newly cropped hair; RIGHT: Marsha & Karis photographed for Vogue UK; BOTTOM: Marsha promoting her band, 22.]

There was no doubt that the suit affected how people perceived her. And when the media asked Mick to make another statement, he snidely asked if Marsha hadn’t had a new record released. He wanted to imply that that paternity suit was a publicity ploy, which couldn’t be further from the truth.

Mick’s wife Bianca was also asked about the suit and was quoted saying that she “didn’t give a damn.” Marsha of course said NOTHING!

In 1973, Marsha got a job as a host of a new late-night radio talk program for Capital Radio in London where she interviewed some big names; everyone from Barry White, Dionne Warwick, Bill Withers, Sarah Vaughan, and Stevie Wonder (who she chatted with for 3 ½ hours). The show was a success and expanded her public profile, and among the chaos of her personal life, she developed a reputation as a smart woman who conducted compelling interviews with guests.

For Marsha, hosting a radio show was extremely hard work. She had to do extensive research, stay abreast on current issues, learn about projects interviewees were releasing - all with no formal training or experience. She was also running on about 3 hours of sleep everyday, yet still found time to spend with her daughter who liked going to Regents Park in London to feed the geese.

[BELOW: Marsha during her stint as a chat show host for Capital Radio, 1973.]

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Marianne Faithfull was also one of the guests she interviewed during her Sunday-night program, while she was appearing in a play called “The Collector” in the West End. Marsha thought she'd had an interesting career, which at that time encompassed music, theater, and film. And when she went to her theater dressing room, her new boyfriend, Oliver Musker, wanted to go to the cinema while they taped the interview. He didn't have any money, so Marsha lent him some. The interview was successful. Neither of them mentioned Mick before, during, or after their chat, but he did have the audacity to write to Marsha and say that he liked it the interview.

[BELOW: Marsha with her daughter Karis in 1973.]

In addition to her talk show, Marsha also had to DJ a Black music spot on Saturday nights, which included R&B, soul, as well as reggae. One strange interview was with Bob Marley, who wasn’t a household name yet. She couldn’t understand a word he was saying because of his heavy Jamaican accent and he pretty much sexually assaulted her while on the job as he kept feeling on her legs, even when she kindly asked him to stop and he wouldn’t. 🤢 He even left his little green, weed-smelling Rasta cap for her when he departed.

But, during yet another interview with the writer and novelist Gore Vidal, Marsha found out that Bianca, Mick’s wife, was going around talking shit about her to him and other random people. This was after the paternity suit.

[LEFT: Marianne Faithfull with her boyfriend, Oliver Musker; MIDDLE: Reggae singer Bob Marley in London 1973; RIGHT: Writer Gore Vidal in 1973.]

Marsha was still working at Capital when the lawsuit came up for a second time. Mick was not at the 6 November 1973 hearing, when the case drew sensational headlines.

In spite of her work, Marsha lived a very normal life and even the mundanities of it were affected by this kind of press. People all around would be cold toward her and give her nasty looks. Even mothers at Karis’ nursery school who had been friendly before avoided her because Mick was everybody’s hero. I mean, he was the frontman of the Rolling Stones for Christ sake! So in turn, her phone stopped ringing, which didn’t surprise her at all.

Though, by Mick denying paternity, he again insinuated that Marsha was sleeping with other men when Karis was conceived (which of course she wasn’t). Therefore, it was Marsha who stood accused, and Karis was the one being punished, because whatever the father's means, a child born to unmarried parents only had a right to only £5 a week in maintenance from him.

Her solicitor advised her to accept the out-of-court settlement. The best offer that Mick would make was £500 pounds a year (£9 pounds a week) and a £10,000 trust fund that Karis would get after she finished school. BUT…this was offered by Mick and his lawyers ONLY if Marsha agreed to sign an actual fucking affidavit stating that Mick wasn’t the father. (THE AUDACITYYYYY!!!)

Extremely desperate, Marsha caved in to his demands and agreed to sign. And even though court proceedings started in 1972, Marsha didn’t see a damn dime until 1975.

[BELOW: Mick & Marsha in the mid-1970s.]

Instead of feeling angry and becoming hard-shelled, Marsha was completely humiliated. She felt like there was no justice in the world. After Mick’s paternity denial, Marsha didn’t allow any photographs of her daughter to be taken and shunned away from the press completely.

When her contract with Capital came up for renewal, she decided to step out of local radio. She was pretty much a token there during that new era of radio because she was Black and a woman, and she also found she didn’t like delving into people's personal lives and corralling them into self exposure. It felt hypocritical of her.

After that, Marsha’s agent booked her some singing gigs in Portugal and other parts of Europe. Then in 1976, she went back to performing in theater in England.

To make ends meet and to assure that her daughter had everything she needed, Marsha stayed in a tiny rundown unit catered to up-and-coming actors that had no central heating, no phone and was unbearably cold, especially in the winters. She called her daughter Karis every single day and during her time off, she rushed home by train to see her.

In 1977, after cutting a new disco record with a German label, Marsha moved back to Los Angeles to find a distribution deal and swapped her London flat with a journalist who was living in Hollywood at the time (as she saw no end to the problems that had been created in England through the paternity suit). Marsha claimed she went from being “the girl from Hair” to “the girl who sued Mick Jagger”.

It was difficult for her to sustain a recording career due to her lack of desired Black female vocal style. No one really understood her music because like how dare a Black woman get up on a stage and not sound like Aretha Franklin?! She later quit the music business, having promised herself that this would be her last go, stating, “Music was only acceptable as a career if it could provide us with an income.” She redirected her creative energies to acting and writing and tried to find more work, but the market was quite different for her in America as the industry only saw her as one-dimensional (i.e. “Black and female”) - a reason she mostly stuck to theater. It was still the Blaxploitation era in film, and most roles for Black auditioning actresses were far, few, and somewhat degrading. I mean, how many fucking times can you play a stereotypical part like a slave, a hooker, a nurse, or a gun-slinging, jive-talking stone fox before it chips away at your integrity and diminishes your artistry?!

That summer, Marsha was informed by Karis' school teacher that her daughter's test scores were through the roof and that she was far more advanced than other children in her class and age group. So, they suggested that she should be put in a school for the gifted.

Karis needed special attention, which her old school or nannies couldn’t provide, so Marsha had her enrolled at an expensive special school that was 12 miles away from where they stayed (she would often see Tina Turner walking her dogs along the way) so she wouldn’t be deprived.

While in L.A., Marsha also stayed with an old friend, musician John Mayall, who adored her daughter and was kind enough to give her room and board while she readjusted to being back in the U.S.

Around this time, Bianca was known as a socialite, (even though she once told journalist Geraldo Rivera that she was an “actress” - shit, I ain’t never seen her in anything!) and was always seen at the latest movie premiere or nightclubs like Studio 54 in NYC petting doves and shit, and would constantly spend Mick’s money on diamonds, furs, and trips. She never showed concern for her step-daughter Karis and NEVER once asked about her or her welfare.

[LEFT & RIGHT: Bianca with Mick living the high life in the mid-1970s.]

On the other hand, Mick was known to cheat on Bianca who was a stink, stuck up bitch and engaged in many affairs with various women, including famous names like rock & roll groupie Bebe Buell, singer Carly Simon, singer Ava Cherry, supermodel Pat Cleveland, and the daughter of actor/comedian Tommy Chong, Rae Dawn Chong who, unbeknownst to Mick, was actually 15 years old at the time.

Mick was even under the impression that he was the father of Bebe Buell's daughter Liv (born on July 1, 1977). He had the audacity to call her the next day saying, “I’m coming over to see my child.” Within hours, Mick and Rolling Stones guitarist, Ron Wood, literally were one of the first to show up in the maternity ward to visit. (Dude, don’t you already have a real daughter to worry about? 🤔 The NEVRE!!!) Eventually Bebe informed him Liv's father was Aerosmith's Steven Tyler.

[LEFT to RIGHT: Notorious rock & roll “groupie” Bebe Buell, backing singer & girlfriend of David Bowie, Ava Cherry, supermodels Pat Cleveland & Jerry Hall, and actress Rae Dawn Chong.]

Marsha still occasionally kept in touch with Mick through her agent/mutual friend who set up their contact.

After Mick separated from Bianca, he started living with his new girlfriend who he previously had an affair with, Texan model Jerry Hall.

Jerry was actually a very delightful and cheerful woman. Unlike Bianca who was serious most of the time, Jerry was always smiling and was very southern and fun to be around. She was also the one who prompted Mick to spend more time with his daughter, Karis.

That’s why in 1978, even though she was informed by a mutual friend that Mick was still heavily using hard drugs, Marsha still agreed to arrange for them to spend a day together while he was in L.A. At that time, he hadn’t seen his daughter Karis in FIVE YEARS.

[BELOW: Jerry Hall, 7-year old Karis & Mick in Los Angeles, 1978.]

Weirdly enough, in that same year, Mick also wrote the title song for the Rolling Stones album called Some Girls, which many believe alludes to Marsha with the lyrics:

Black girls just wanna get fucked all night I just don't have that much jam

AND…

Some girls so corrupt Some girls give me children I only made love to her once

[BELOW: The Rolling Stones song, “Some Girls” released in 1978.]

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The song’s lyrics were deemed so degrading that many Black radio stations refused to play it, along with any other single from the album, due to its sexist and racist nature. Jesse Jackson, who was running for president at the time, even called for a boycott!

It’s funny, but Marsha always gave Karis a good impression of her father and wanted her to be proud of him even though he disrespected her constantly. When Karis got to the age when she became curious about who her father was (she even once asked if he was dead) Marsha told her the truth. If a Rolling Stones song played on the radio, Marsha would say, “That’s your daddy you know!” Mick had made great contributions to rock ‘n’ roll music and she always explained that his absence had something to do with his feelings for her and not Karis.

After Mick and Marsha got in touch during his visit to L.A., he realized that she was in over her head sending Karis to a school for gifted children, but as always didn’t offer to help.

Financially, Marsha was committed way beyond her means, and after house-sitting for another friend, she had to face her situation. Two promising deals she was looking forward to fell through, and even though the disco record that she cut for the German label was popular on the gay discotheque scene, her earnings didn’t cover enough for her to survive. So, she conceded that she was down to collecting social security.

She found asking for a handout, when all she wanted was a job, was absolutely demoralizing and she felt indignant at what her life had become. She was no longer a singer or an actress, she was Black-female-unemployed, another file number, another statistic.

She filled out endless forms before she came to a snag. She then realized she couldn't get any government assistance or food stamps without supplying the name of her child's father so that someone could contact him about support payments. Now, imagine a West L.A. social security employee trying to get Mick Jagger on the phone. The government had to try with a mother's cooperation to get a father to provide maintenance through a paternity suit if necessary. This wasn't an irrational requirement. But she knew that there was no other way that she could put Mick's name on a social security aid form without fanfare.

This time around, a second case would affect their daughter Karis, who was older and couldn’t be shielded. She wanted her to fully understand what was going on and what might happen, especially at school, if she took Mick to court again. So, she talked it over with her and let Karis decide.

Marsha also had to consider how another lawsuit would affect her family, including her brother who was a respected music journalist at the Los Angeles Times newspaper, and how they might be dragged across the mud along with her (especially since she’s a woman). No matter how much she wanted to avoid another paternity suit, it was her duty as a mother to acquire whatever security she could for her daughter so that if something happened to her, if she dropped dead, Karis would be provided for.

There was no question of her destitution (she was still only receiving £9 pounds a week from Mick), but before the caseworker approved her application, she sent Marsha to the local DA’s office for help in trying to get more child support from Mick. In the preliminary paternity suit hearings that were scheduled, Marsha sought $2,190 per month in child support payments.

Marsha claimed, “It’s not like a normal child with an absent father…Mick’s there every time you turn on the radio or see a magazine cover. If Karis has got to suffer that, I don’t think she should also have to suffer being suddenly poverty-stricken,” She also said. “It’s been difficult to keep her from becoming bitter when he seems to give his energy and money to other women but not to his daughter. We’re talking about a minute amount of money to someone who earns a lot.”

After talking with the welfare worker and the DA, she got legal advice from two lawyers before she approached a third. She went to celebrity lawyer, Marvin Mitchelson, the paladin of paramours, who promptly sued Mick to establish his paternity, to get Karis child support, and to restrain his promoters from paying him his share of gate proceeds from two July shows he had in Anaheim with the Rolling Stones.

The case carried on for months and she was advised to settle out of court once again. She told her lawyer that she couldn’t accept another settlement because Mick’s contributions towards their child’s well-being wasn’t the only issue any longer. She wanted his paternity legally confirmed however long it took. Karis had a right to know that Mick was indeed her father.

I mean, Mick was pasted on people’s walls, sang out from the radio, and peered at her from magazine covers. People would talk about him while Karis sat in the room as if he had nothing to do with her. It was crazy!

When Marsha discovered that her lawyer had also taken on Bianca Jagger’s divorce, she wondered if he planned to drop her case, but he said he was able to represent them both. She felt uncomfortable about it but wasn’t in a position to quibble.

A few times Marsha was asked to sell her story to newspapers and magazines for quite a lot of money, but she wasn’t tempted at all. She just wanted Karis to think well of her father and wanted to feel that the settlement served him as much as it served her. She even wrote to him to let him know that what happened was past and he was still welcome to see Karis. She wanted to put the issue behind her so that she could carry on with her life.

After the case went to the Superior Court judge, the judge was like:

Mick eventually caved in, but not before bitterly attacking Marsha and making crude comments to the press that once again called Marsha’s integrity into question. When asked about her in 1978, he told a reporter for SOUL magazine, “She’s a hustler,” and that she was, “just out for publicity. Every time she comes to a low point and she can’t be bothered to get any work, she drags me around. She never even gives me a call to say ‘Please Mick, I want some money.’ I have no idea if that child is mine or not.”

In another interview, he stated, “She’s an idiot; she won't take any fuckin’ work…She’s a lazy bitch.” And, when asked how many children he had during the interview, Mick shrugged and said, “I don’t know. Not many.”

Marsha didn’t say anything. How could she say anything?! Mick Jagger is RICH, WHITE, and FAMOUS. Who was going to come to her defense?!

[BELOW: Mick & Marsha on the cover of SOUL magazine in October 1978.]

Little did “Mick Cannon” know that after driving their daughter to school every morning, Marsha would scurry off to do various housekeeping jobs to keep financially afloat. Luckily, she had a lot of famous friends and acquaintances in the business and would often clean their homes from top to bottom. Marsha said the work had dignity, and it kept her from borrowing money from other people.

She sort of felt like she was doing him a favor. That while he was behaving badly, she was doing two things for him: taking immaculate care of the daughter that they planned and had TOGETHER and leaving the door open, so that when he was ready to come back, he could.

Marsha also thought he was kind of a fool, and once claimed that “When he gets older, and the fame dies, and he looks around at his life and all he has is his children....he’ll regret this.”

[BELOW: Mick & Marsha in numerous headlines on their second paternity suit published in the press in 1978.]

At the end of January 1979, paternity was cleared with a blood test and maintenance was ordered which was stated, may not be disclosed. It was enough to keep Karis in school at the time.

There was no lump sum and it wasn’t retroactive, as most people imagined. Every cent went to Karis. But Marsha knew that if she didn’t get work soon, she’d be in financial trouble again.

In spite of the lawsuit Marsha was also able to keep Karis’ picture out of the newspaper and protect her right to a normal childhood.

Later that year, Marsha started dating actor Robert De Niro who accosted her at a hotel when she was picking up a friend, and was estranged from his wife. She didn’t know who he was at first, but she remembered his face from a film called the “Godfather II.”

While her friends from Fleetwood Mac went on tour, their producer asked Marsha and Karis to pet sit his baby boa constrictor who she ended up keeping. Around this same time, a British newspaper called the Daily Mail ran a third-page article about Marsha which read as if she had been interviewed. It headlined an accusation about Mick as a quote from her even though she never spoke to them and it was a total fabrication. She went to a solicitor to force a retraction, but it cost a lot of time and money to sue a newspaper for libel. She got absolutely nowhere.

Additionally, in 1979, Bianca Jagger did an interview for The Telegraph saying that “Mick is avoiding taxes in every country in the world and he has 13 lawyers helping him to do it. Why should I be denied my freedom and a decent allowance for the sake of his tax situation? Then I read in the papers that Marsha Hunt had been awarded the same sum from Mick in her paternity suit (that’s a damn LIE) that I, his legal wife 🙄, am given to bring up our daughter and run the house. I felt fed up, furious. It was at that point that Mitchelson called me from Los Angeles and offered to help me. He likes women. He has a sense of justice. He made me see that if Mick wants a fight, I must use the same weapons.”

FYI, Bianca ended up receiving over £1 million in her divorce settlement with Mick, while Marsha got around $6,000 a year.

[BELOW: Bianca Jagger and her mean face on the cover of The Telegraph Sunday Magazine in 1979.]

Marsha hotfooted all around the world, from LA to Australia and back to London and the U.S again, continuing to write songs and gigging with a band she put together called Martha and the Vendettas (which was a play on her favorite group Martha and the Vandellas), even though they made little to no money at all.

Taking care of Karis was her #1 priority, as she was a very bright and congenial child. She had loads of friends, loved playing outside and scraping her knees, ate sloppy Joes, went to summer camp, and lived an extremely normal life growing up for the most part in America. Most people wouldn’t even know that she was the firstborn child of the biggest rockstar in the world.

[BELOW: Some EXTREMELY rare photos of Mick and Marsha’s daughter, Karis, throughout the mid 1970s into the early 1980s.]

In 1982, Marsha started work on a film called, “Britannia Hospital,” which was a British black comedy starring Malcolm McDowell (a.k.a Alex DeLarge from “A Clockwork Orange”). This is when she also met singer Sting, lead singer of the English rock band, The Police, who was working on a film. They became really close friends and she even stayed at his home for a while. Marsha was also the person who arranged backup singers for him when he went on tour with The Police a year later.

“Britannia Hospital” was well received, so much so that it was entered into the 1982 Cannes Film Festival, in which Marsha was invited. It was there she realized that mostly all people wanted to know about her was her relationship with Mick.

She didn’t want to talk about him at all. It felt like she was losing herself and it scared her. After years of working so hard, all the failures and all that happened with Mick, Marsha started to gain a lot of weight and eventually had a mental breakdown and had to seek professional help.

[BELOW: Marsha at the 1982 Cannes Film Festival and being interviewed about Mick.]

Mick had just gotten off the European leg of his “Tattoo You” tour with The Rolling Stones and was kinda beefin’ with the rest of the guys in the band. It would be 7 years until they toured again. So he had “extra” time on his hands at that point.

[BELOW: Mick performing during The Rolling Stones’ “Tattoo You” world tour.]

On Karis’ 12th birthday, Sting threw a little party for her and she got loads of presents from Marsha’s friends from The Police and The Who. And when she got home Mick surprised her with 3 large boxes wrapped in gleaming china-red paper that were waiting for her. It looked like Santa had made a November drop. He also phoned her from NYC to tell her “Happy Birthday” too. Marsha was happy and hoped that Mick would come through whatever had held him back all those years. Her intention was to smile and make him feel welcome.

That was it! No big apology. No “I’m sorry for how I treated you both.” He just eased back into their lives when the apology should’ve been as loud as the motherfucking disrespect!!!! ☕️☕️☕️

[BELOW: Marsha with her good friends, singer Sting of The Police and Roger Daltrey, lead singer of The Who.]

By 1983, Mick and Marsha were on decent terms and he even wanted her to be interviewed for an autobiography he was writing, which she agreed to do, but refused to show letters he had written to her in 1969.

A year after that, he and Jerry Hall were expecting their first child together, daughter Elizabeth Jagger, and that’s when the media finally started to see Mick out with his first child, Karis. Jerry would actually invite her to family events, holidays, and trips instead of treating her like a bald-headed step child. I guess after Mick had completely neglected her for 12 YEARS and having a new child on the way…it just wouldn’t look right!

Mick also made a statutory declaration to the Registrar-General in London, where a new birth certificate was entered which read ‘KARIS HUNT JAGGER’. By then, Mick (though not having custody) bore sole financial responsibility for Karis.

[BELOW: Karis with Mick and his “other” family in the mid-1980s.]

Mick and Marsha ended up enrolling Karis in a private secondary boarding school in the UK, Bedales, which he paid for, so she could be close to her father.

She also grew closer to Jade who was a bit wild and had a problem with authority. Jade was even once thrown out of her school for sneaking off on the middle of the night with a boy.

Karis on the other hand, was the total opposite. She was extremely shy, soft spoken (if she talked at all), and kind of ‘preppy.’ She learned French just like her dad a played two instruments, piano and the harp, which impressed Mick.

[BELOW: Marsha & Mick together with their daughter Karis during her christening at Bedales School in 1984.]

Once in a while, Mick would take Karis and Marsha out. They even once saw Beverly Hills Cop starring Eddie Murphy together. They sat in the front row and Mick had his arm on her thigh the whole time. Afterward, they walked to his car and someone snapped a photo of Mick and Marsha holding hands and she was like “Aw, hell. Here we go!” They later went to the very fancy and expensive Tour d’Argent restaurant for dinner, where people constantly came up to him asking for his autograph, and it was weird because it almost felt like they were…a “family”! But it was also in that moment she realized why she never married him. She couldn’t put up with the fanfare and playing second fiddle to anybody.

Later on, in 1985, an editor at a noted publishing house in England approached Marsha and asked if she would write a book about her life. Her initial response was, “Absolutely NOT!” She also said that, “Enough people had trashed my life in newspapers that I don’t want to participate in writing about my life.” She just thought they wanted to know about Mick Jagger: how hung he was or who she knew that he knew that maybe she could get some dirt on him. So, she said no she wouldn’t do it. But they were really interested in hearing what she had to say and what was individual about her life including the 60s rock scene. So she went away to write the book which was released in 1986.

[BELOW: The cover of Marsha Hunt’s autobiography “Real Life” which was released in 1986.]

Years later, when biographer Phillip Norman released a book about Mick, he said this of his relationship with Marsha Hunt in an interview: He’s a massive contradiction. He [Mick] can behave very well, and he can behave not very well…but that’s the prerogative of rockstars who don’t grow up. You can’t predict them. One minute they seem quite pleasant, the next minute they’re being completely horrible. They feel they have no control of their behavior.

Believe it or not, this is not where the story ends!!!

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fieldofdahlias · 11 days

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I've come to terms with it.

You're never coming back.

And I've come to a conclusion because of it.

I will continue on with my life. I will meet a stranger, learn everything about them, maybe I'll even love them.

But I will be settling.

For the rest of my life, I will live with the knowledge that whoever I share the rest of my life with will be someone I will never be in love with.

We'll get married, buy a house together, maybe even have kids. And I will love that person, but I'll never be in love with them.

Because they aren't you.

All the while I know you'll fall in love with someone else. You'll let them into the deepest, darkest parts of your mind and soul. Places I once knew better than I knew myself. They will be loving and attentive, and you'll love them more deeply than you ever did me.

I will be but a ghost of your past, a memory.

But at least I know what it was like to be loved by you. All consuming, heart aching, soul shattering.

I wish you the happiness I know I'll never find in another human being again.

- dahlia

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g4m3l4nnn · 12 days

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Back in highschool?

#splatband #splatoon #art #c side #c side splatoon #splatoon fanart #beika #splatoon art #digital aritst #ichiya splatoon #squid squad #front roe #beichiya #ex lovers #vibrant #shitty background i know

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dreamcubed · 1 year

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i forgot that you existed | harry potter x reader

song; i forgot that you existed [taylor swift] pairing; harry potter x gender neutral!muggle-born!reader genre; ex-lovers, light angst, bittersweet word count; 1k timeline; post-second wizarding war warnings; references to war summary; it's quite difficult to forget your ex when he's the infamous boy who lived, but somehow, some way, you were finally getting there

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"it isn't love, it isn't hate. it's just indifference."

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The Boy Who Lived was not a name you could escape in the wizarding world, no matter where you went or who you associated with. Especially after Voldemort's demise, his name popped up everywhere, since he was the one responsible. And, obviously, you would always respect and appreciate what the famous Harry Potter had done for everyone - muggles included.

But for so long had his name left a bad taste in your mouth.

It wasn't something that could be helped really: he was your ex-boyfriend, but not only that. He was your first love as well, so despite the fact you broke up on amicable terms, your heart ached to think of him. For years, you had put on a brave face when people mentioned him - friends careful to tiptoe around the subject, strangers oblivious to your history with the boy.

In a way, you had been forced into exposure therapy, which was certainly one way to get over someone. And it may have taken an awfully long time, but now, four years after your break up, you could safely say that you were at peace with the past.

Which is why it didn't hurt to bump into him in the bakery in Diagon Alley.

"Y/N?" his voice caught you by surprise, making you look up from the selection of sweet treats.

You were going to run into him sooner or later: after all, there weren't many wizard-only places. You were just relieved it was more on the later side.

"Harry," you smiled at him, "How have you been?"

Smiling at him felt foreign when you thought about the nights you spent crying through snot and sobs trying to get over him.

"Yeah, I've been good. I finally know peace," he chuckled awkwardly, "How have you been?"

"Good," the fact you were being honest warmed your own heart, "Yeah, I'm working at Mungo's now."

"Just like you always wanted to?"

You hummed, "You're an auror now, right?"

"Yeah, well, training to be one," he said, "Guess we're both where we wanted to be."

You gave a small grin to that sentiment, "How are the Weasleys? Hermione?"

"They're good, yeah, they're all good. Hermione and Ron are together, if you didn't know."

"Unlikely pair," you commented, thinking of your old friends. Your friendship with them had faded after you purposely distanced yourself to get over Harry.

"Yeah, quite."

"And you? How's your love life?" you ventured to ask.

"I'm with Ginny."

It didn't hurt to hear that, and that alone made you smile, "You suit each other." You meant it.

"Are you seeing anyone?"

You shook your head, "Too busy with work at the minute. It would be a bad idea to start anything now."

"Well, I hope you find someone deserving of you."

"Thank you, Harry, I hope everything between you and Ginny works out."

"Yeah, me too."

You stared at each other for a few moments, before you sighed gently and said, "Right, I should get going," you turned back to the counter and quickly made a decision about the pastry you wanted.

"Yeah, of course," Harry said as you moved towards the till, "I'll see you around, yeah?"

You nodded, "It's a small world, after all. Take care, Harry."

"You too, Y/N."

And then he was gone.

"You seem quite familiar with the Boy Who Lived," the bakery owner, who was accustomed to you as a regular, stated.

You shrugged, "We went to school together. Dated for a couple years, actually."

"Oh?"

You chuckled, "It's in the past, though. I hardly know him anymore. Truthfully, I forget he exists sometimes."

"How? He's so famous."

"It took an incredible amount of self-work, Aggie."

"Then have today's pastry on the house, in honour of such an impressive feat."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course."

You beamed, "Thank you, Aggie. See you tomorrow."

"Take care!"

"You too!"

***

As you entered the renowned wizarding hospital for the sick and injured, pastry in hand, you smiled a greeting at all your co-workers as you passed them. Not too long ago, the place had been overcrowded with war survivors, hurt in all sorts of ways. A few of them still remained (mostly the mentally scarred beyond repair ones), but as a whole the doctors, surgeons, nurses, potion masters, physiotherapists, etc. had managed to heal the vast majority of war patients. You hadn't worked here then, but due to your dreams of being a witch doctor, you had been one of the key medical aids at the Battle of Hogwarts. That experience had helped you secure a spot in Mungo's apprenticeship program.

And, you supposed, the defeat of Voldemort and the death eaters was one thing you would always have to thank your ex-boyfriend for. Without that, not only would you live in fear and desolation, but your life at Mungo's would be a hell of a lot more miserable. That would be if the death eaters even allowed muggle-borns to hold down a job in the wizarding world (let alone live).

So, no, you weren't angry at Harry Potter by any means. You still were sometimes saddened with regret and the possibility of what could have been, but not to the point of tears - not anymore. Harry Potter was simply a more significant part of your backstory than other people's. You didn't hate him, but you didn't love him.

And, as you changed into your scrubs, washed your hands, and headed in the direction of your first patient, you found yourself flustering at the warm smile that an attractive co-worker gave you on the way. The same way you flustered at Harry Potter all those years ago, but didn't today.

Because your interaction with the Boy Who Lived was... well, it wasn't love, it wasn't hate. It was just indifference.

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written; 10/04/2023 —> 15/04/2023 published; 16/04/2023 edited; —/—/——

taglist ; @iluvweasleys @workinatdapyramid

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #harry potter x y/n #hp #hp oneshot #HP fanfics #hp fanfic #hp fic #light angst #ex lovers #bittersweet #gender neutral reader #muggle born reader #post war #aged up

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crewtawn · 8 months

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Warm up! (Scienceparty)

Love drawing their complicated ex relationship. He feels like medic doesn't pay as much attention to him anymore after the break up.

Medic regrets ever being around him most of the time.

#team fortress 2 #team fortress medic #tf2 #tf2 medic #medic tf2 #team fortress #tf2 engineer #engiemedic #engineer #engineer tf2 #engineer team fortress 2 #science party #german science #engineer x medic #ex lovers #exes #bread divorce

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imagine-creative · 2 months

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“You’re beautiful…”-Adrien Hawthorn

Inspired by princess mononoke

Some days I just sit and make actual art. I really like this piece thank you @diamond-almond for the idea :) this actually help me get out my funk it was really relaxing ☺️ sat and watch the movie while I finished It.

#bird in a cage #ex lovers #vintage love #vintage #princess mononoke #oc artwork #oc lore #ocs #lovers to enemies

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frogzxch · 1 year

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THEM CHEATING ON YOU

character's pairing: Scara/wanderer, pantalone, dottore and childe might make a part two! this part 1 includes what happens after so that ya'll don't need to scroll for parts

warning: involves some slight nwsf, angts, cheating, pregnancy, fights , violent, let's just say they will have complicated relationship, some typo

enjoy this mess up fanfic HAHAHAHA

let's start now

Scaramouch/wanderer

You where looking for him you ask the the other's if they know where he is for some time of looking for him you where getting worried you started overthinking if something bad happened to him. It started raining you where running to find a shelter to stay and then you saw two figure from the distance you saw.. a girl rap around scara arms while they both where under scara hat, you though this was just an illusion you watch them for some time now you where silent.

You suddenly feel your heart heavy you touch your chest while looking at them they didn't notice you yet, tears running down your cheeks as you watch them both warm and happy while your there standing crying silently you couldn't move you where soaking wet and cold, you then run away without a word after that when scara was looking for you, you where nowhere to be seen.

Bunos part

Year's had past you returned it was your birthday you and your friend's decided to celebrate your birthday by travelling in another place, you where done unpacking your stuff and your friends where taking pictures of the view you decided to take a walk by yourself after a long trip you suddenly walk by someone who was familiar and there both of you face to face with your ex lover scara, scara eyes widen when he saw you again he look like he didn't sleep well he then greeted you " how have you been?.. I have been looking for you. "

You just staired at him silent clinching you fist you just said " I'm good thank you. " and then you just walk pass him. he felt guilty and regret.

Pantalone/ Regrator

You where about to tell him that you where pregnant, when you where holding a box and you where ready to surprise him with it the moment you about to open the door to his office you suddenly stop when you heard noises inside his office you listen and you heard another woman voice, you though it was just a employee but you heard the conversation.

The woman: " When will you leave her you know that impatient. "

Pantalone then replies " I will tomorrow love " he then kiss the woman you where livid instead of making a scene you throw the box in the trash and walk away you where crying you ran out you where holding your stomach, you pack your stuff but left the luxurious gifts that pantalone gave you.

When he arrive home from work he notice that the place was kinda empty without you he was looking for you but he didn't know where you are he look in the bathroom and saw a pregnancy test he saw it positive he felt devastated. He then left the woman.

Bunos part

1 year later your child was 1 year old and it was a baby girl you where playing with your child in the park smiling laughing you felt free just to be with your baby girl you named her Valarie the girl has the orchid eyes like his father and the hair like yours a white blonde type of hair skin that is like a doll, you two where going to buy a ice cream after playing in the play ground you notice your baby girl was gone and you where starting to panic and worried your heart start to beat fast, and then you saw your child she accidently bumped onto someone.

Then your heart sunked the person was your ex lover the regrator himself your child was looking up at him kinda scared because you weren't there pantalone look down and ask the little girl where's her mother the girl was crying and then pantalone carried her and tried to find the "mother" you then go to them and pantalone was shocked to see you again you then said " That's my child.. " you then took your baby girl and your daughter hug you tightly.

After that day pantalone was trying to win you back and his child.

Il Dottore/ The Doctor

It was the day of your anniversary with him you where well dressed and ready to go in his lab, you where walking by the hall when you saw him and his assistant making out you where livid.

Dottore then saw you both of them stop and dottore tried to explain and you know your not a fool to believe anything he say's after this happens you grab one of the chemical in his lab and then you throw it to his assistant face the assistant was screaming when her face was burning you then look at dottore " You motherfucking bastard.. I have ENOUGH " you shouted at him.

He tried to hug you but you grab a broken glass from the bottle you broke you then threaten to kill yourself if he goes closer he was horrified he didn't know that you could do such thing, you reach your limit you where mad you then just walk away.

Bunos part

Pass weeks you still work for the fatui tho, sometimes you would walk pass him he tried everything to go close to you again but it was to late. and then one day peirro assigned you to work with dottore for awhile you where annoyed about it when you arrived at his lab you have a frown on your face when you see him, the room was silent. hour pass you feel asleep from your desk dottore took off his coat and cover you with it he then kiss your head and said " I'm sorry... ".

Childe/Tartaglia

You and hu tao where going to eat some where while both of you where walking and talking about something, you suddenly remembered that you have to visit childe after a long day helping hu tao you then told hu tao that you need to go, as soon as you where going to run up to childe you saw a girl hugging him both of them look inlove you where shocked and confuse.

Childe then kiss the girl cheek while holding her on her waist you have tears on your eyes purring down you where heart broken from what your seeing right now you then walk away.

Bunos part

The next day you saw him acting like nothing had happen as usual he would kiss your forehead but this time when he tried to touch you push him away and you then told him that you saw everything yesterday.

Both of you broke up and you always despise him every time you see him you feel your blood boil already.

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doobaysbride · 2 months

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Okay, i'll take you back, Luci. That was my mistake, once 😭

Also, this is what Lilith (Lucifer's mother) said about their past relationship:

This couple have more angst when they don't rekindle their relationship.

AND HERE ARE THEIR ANTHEM!

#rc lucifer #VICKY IS STRONGER THAN ME!!!#BECAUSE I WOULD CRY IF THE MOTHER OF MY EX TOLD ME ABT THAT #romance club #heavens secret 2 #rc heaven's secret #heavens secret #ex lovers #Spotify

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chxncinth · 2 years

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illogical

pairing: ceo!chan x rival ceo!reader

genre: smut

description: seeing chan’s company surpass your company made you feel a type of anger you weren’t familiar with. you had always gotten everything you wanted and now you fell short of it, so you felt the need to show and prove to chan that you were still better no matter what. you headed to his house to talk to him, not at all expecting what was about to happen.

warnings: oral (male and female receiving), choking, sir kink, rough sex, ice play, use of safe words

wc: 4.9k

notes: whoo this took such a long time! this is the first time i've ever tried writing this much smut so i hope people like it 😭 please like, reblog, and leave comments! it would mean the world to me <3

a loud slam of the door made you look up from your monitor.

“seriously? what the hell did that guy do?”

your eyebrows furrowed together as you looked at your very obviously frustrated secretary. catching onto your confusion, jeongin handed you the papers in his hands.

“look for yourself.”

you quickly scanned them, eyes widening in disbelief.

“what the fuck?! how did this even happen?!” to say you were angry would be a serious understatement. you were livid.

you had always gotten everything you had ever wanted, be it a company that you were interested in or the newest luxury car in the market.

but now? you were beaten by someone. and that someone was bang chan out of everyone it could have been.

standing up and grabbing your purse and coat, you stormed past jeongin, shoving the papers into his chest. he ran after you, trying his best to keep up with your angry stride.

your heels clicked sharply against the tiles and caused the heads of the few employees remaining at this late hour to turn your way. jeongin bowed apologetically towards them and continued after you.

you pressed the button to the elevator and turned to look at jeongin.

“i’m going to his house to give him a little talk. don’t come with me. finish up your work and head home. i also want you to send out an email to all employees giving them the next week off. this quarter was hell for all of us,” you sent him a small smile but your eyes shined with anger.

jeongin looked concerned, after all he was your best friend.

“but y/n…”

you shushed him as the doors to the elevator opened and you stepped in.

“don’t worry about me innie. i’ll be fine. if anything goes south i can just kick his balls.”

jeongin laughed at that, telling you to call him afterwards as the doors closed.

he really hoped that you’d be fine.

tossing your belongings into the passenger seat as you got into your car, you huffed out in frustration.

‘fucking bang chan. that pain in the ass.’

you started the car and headed off in the direction of his company, the way there basically branded into your brain. after all, you frequented it for the longest time.

as you reached your destination, you found that the building was closed. sighing in frustration, you got back in your car.

really, you should have just given up and gone back home. but no, you were stubborn and you weren’t going to give up until you actually talked to him in-person.

so you headed to his house.

you passed the gate easily as the guard recognized your car and let you through with no questions.

his property was just as you remembered, dark, spacious, and foreboding. the only change was that there was a garden in front.

you parked and stepped out of your car, deciding to leave your coat and purse inside since you wouldn’t be there long.

as you walked to the entrance, your brain screamed at you to stop. memories of the last time you were here were thrown at you nonstop and you had to physically force yourself to get to the door and ring the bell.

the electronic panel stayed dark for a few seconds until the face of a maid popped up.

“may i help you?” she said, squinting slightly.

“i’m here to talk to chan regarding work? i’m y/n.”

her eyes lit up in realization at the mention of your name. there was no doubt that the workers gossiped about you and the scene that occurred back then.

the maid pressed a button and you heard a click.

the door opened automatically and she rushed towards you from around the corner, bowing.

“please wait in the sitting room for a moment while i call mr. bang,” she told you with a smile as you took off your heels and slipped on a pair of house slippers.

you nodded and made your way there, sitting down on the plush couch.

you looked around a noticed that nothing at all had changed, not even a single decoration. then you noticed it in the corner of your eye.

getting up, you headed towards the little corner table that had various framed pictures on it. and one of those pictures just happened to be back when you and chan were on good terms.

it was a picture of you and him as high schoolers during your annual trip to singapore. the both of you sporting beautiful smiles on your faces except you were looking at the camera while chan stared at you with what could only be described as a lovestruck gaze.

you bristled at the fact that the picture was still here after seven months, expecting him to definitely remove everything about you in his house.

“that picture is my absolute favorite one of us.”

you turned abruptly at the voice, seeing him walking into the room. even after so long of not seeing chan, you weren’t surprised all that much that he still took your breath away.

he wore navy blue silk pajamas that looked extremely familiar to you. as he got closer, you realized that they were the ones you gifted him on his birthday.

“you still wear those?” you asked, scoffing slightly and wondering how he had the audacity to after what he had done to you.

looking down at himself, he smiled softly.

“yeah, they’re my favorite too.”

it was silent as the two of you took in the sight of each other for the first time in seven months.

his face had gotten sharper and his eyes harder. as usually, you weren’t able to read his emotions easily. they were closely guarded.

he broke out of his daze first and stepped forward again.

“why are you here?” he asked you bluntly.

the glare that you had been sporting up until you came here was back again and your arms crossed automatically.

“i’m here because of your profit this quarter. how in the world did you manage to increase it by 38%? that’s practically impossible.”

chan chuckled, the uncomfortable atmosphere increasing tenfold within a second. but you weren’t sure if the feeling up in the air was hate or something else that you’d rather not acknowledge.

“so you’re here because you can’t stand someone else being better than you?”

“no, i’m here because i want to know how you got ahead of my company. i’m obviously better than you are and we’ve seen that for the past how many years now?” you cocked up your eyebrow.

his eyes became darker, a shimmer of what you believed was annoyance flashing before it was gone as fast as it came and his eyes were blank.

“it’s called working hard sweetheart,” he said as he brushed past you towards his office. you scoffed and followed after him.

“you have some nerve coming here after ghosting me for seven months,” he said to you as you were closing the double doors behind you.

“i have nerve? last i remembered, it was you who cheated on me by fucking my little sister.”

chan’s eyebrows furrowed together as he dragged a hand down his face lightly. “you broke up with me and ignored me like the plague because of that? how many times do i need to tell you to not believe baseless rumors?”

you were furious. how could he even say that? had he no shame?

“well chan, i can tell you that i don’t believe in baseless rumors because i saw this with my own eyes.”

“and pray tell, what exactly did you see?”

you faltered at his obvious confidence and grew smaller. his arms were crossed lightly as he sat back in chair, sporting a slight smirk. the pajamas stretched dangerously across his broad shoulders and for a second you thought the material would rip.

“well, i guess i didn’t really see anything as much as heard, but still! the noises i heard are enough proof!”

chan got up and walked around his desk, coming to stand right in front of you. you flinched slightly as his hand reached out and softly grabbed your chin, tilting it up so that you would meet his eyes.

“proof you say? well, what if you knew that i was in my room with your sister so i could plan out what to do for what would have been our fifth anniversary? oh, and if you remember, that same room has a fucking massage chair in it.”

it was as if a lightbulb slowly went off in your brain.

your eyes widened in surprise as you instinctively moved away from him. turning around you quickly went over to the doors, prepared to make a run for it and do what you do best: avoid the situation you’re faced with.

but wiggling the doorknob simply led to more frustration and embarrassment as the doors seemed to be locked.

“why the hell aren’t these stupid doors opening!?” you said, lightly kicking them.

chan chuckled softly behind you and you heard his footsteps coming closer. gulping nervously, you let your head drop so that you looked at the floor.

“there’s something known as ‘automatic locks’ baby. i just pressed a button right after you came in here. and god, explaining that whole thing was a lot harder than it should have been.”

you turned and stared at him. his chocolate brown eyes seemed to suck you in and it took you a moment to remember what you wanted to say.

“l-let me go chan. i have things i need to do,” you said, trying your best to show some sort of confidence despite stuttering.

the man brought his hand up and softly traced the outline of your face.

“you still have quite a bit of attitude, don’t you babygirl? i think we need to fix that before you can go,” his hand traveled down to your waist and pulled you closer so that your lips were barely touching. his breath caressed your lips and you felt the urge to collapse and let the man in front of you take care of you as he used to— but you stood straight and looked right back at him.

“you wanted to know how my quarter’s profit was higher than yours so here’s the first thing: i’m not stuck-up like you.”

and with that, his lips were on yours. they were bruising, the force with which he was kissing you being one that you had become quite accustomed to while you were dating each other. you were slightly stunned for a second before you kissed back just as passionately, pushing the small piece of hesitance back into the corner of your brain.

your hands crept their way up to entangle themselves in his hair, pulling on the strands lightly causing chan to let out a soft groan into the kiss.

“god princess,” he said when he pulled away slightly. “i missed you so much.”

“yeah, well i didn’t.” you looked at him defiantly, not wanting him to know of the effect he had on you. but you were aware that he knew you and your body better than yourself. “and there are other people in this house.”

chan picked you up easily, lightly spanking your butt and eliciting a soft moan from you. he walked in long strides and dropped you down onto the plush grey couch in his office.

“such a brat,” he hissed as his fingers went back to tracing your form. “i dismissed them as soon as i knew you came here.”

you back arched into him as his hand trailed behind you to fiddle with the zipper of your skirt.

“is this ok y/n?” he whispered against your lips, making sure before he moved forward. after all, no matter how much he wanted you, he would never do anything without your permission.

you looked up at him, staring into his bottomless eyes. and you were surprised because for the first time, you could read him effortlessly.

his eyes held nothing but affection for you, and you could see that he worried that he was overstepping your boundaries. that was enough for you to make up your mind.

you smiled and pulled him into you by his neck, kissing him slowly. it was a stark contrast to how rough you had been treated right before but chan lost himself in you.

“it’s ok chan. do whatever you want to me.”

“whatever i want?”

his eyes hardened over with lust, smirking as he pulled the zipper down, helping you take the piece of clothing off. you shivered slightly as the cold air hit your bare skin.

you inhaled softly when his finger slipped underneath your blouse and started to dance across your stomach. taking a second to compose yourself, you opened your eyes and looked up at chan.

“i just have one question. why do you still want me? didn’t i hurt you?”

chan hummed as he moved to remove your blouse. you lifted up your arms to make it easier for him.

“you did but you’re also just irresistible baby.” his lips came down and grazed your collarbone. “that, and i know that you didn’t mean to hurt me. you’re just a little slow.”

as soon as he said that, he started to suck harshly and leave behind marks for you to remember him by. your eyes closed with the pleasure, any comeback to his words that you had dying on the tip of your tongue. his hand wandered down to your panties and you gasped softly as he finally, finally, slipped a finger into your folds, slowly dragging a digit down and spreading your arousal.

you were too far gone by now to be even the slightest bit embarrassed by how wet you were by him simply kissing you.

“but i think you still need to make it up to me since you were so insensitive,” he said as a smirk took over his features. “hands above your head head. now.”

your hands immediately followed his orders, knowing that there was no way you would have forgotten what he had conditioned you to do.

chan chuckled at how easily you listened as he got up and went behind his desk. opening a drawer, he grabbed a spare tie. your eyes widened in refusal and you whined lowly, not wanting your hands to be tied so you couldn’t touch him.

tutting, chan closed the drawer and walked back, using his hands to press your hips into the couch.

“oh baby, you know brats like you don’t get to have a choice. be good and take it,” he said lowly, tying your wrists together and looping the tie around the leg of a corner table.

“channie—“ you were cut off by a harsh slap to your thigh. it burned in the best way possible and your back arched as a long, drawn-out moan came out against your will.

“god, you get off on me spanking you, huh? you’re just a slut who loves the pain,” he said harshly, eyes glinting with unspoken desire and a need to fucking ruin you.

whining, you struggled against the restraints, wanting to run your hands down chan’s body.

but he simply chuckled and began unbutton his shirt, slowly revealing his chiseled torso. your whines increased as you stared hazily at his abs, feeling the need to do nothing more than to touch him at that moment and for the rest of eternity.

chan discarded the piece of fabric and leaned down. he teased you as he brushed his lips oh-so-lightly against yours, hands moving to deftly unhook your bra and throw it on the floor.

his sinful lips attached themselves to your breasts and he kissed and sucked the skin there as if he had been starved. your whines increased in volume and you strained against the tie binding your arms together.

“chan—“ you whispered breathlessly, opening your eyes to look down at the head of blonde.

“no. that’s not my name brat. and especially not for someone of the likes of you.”

his glare could have frozen your blood if given the chance but you didn’t give it that. looking away immediately, you whispered to him, “sir…”

he grinned, teeth on display as his hand gripped your neck, tugging harshly to make you look at him.

“look at me when you address me.”

so you looked at him.

“i want you in me sir.”

you were met with another slap and this one hurt. a lot.

tears prickled at the corner of your eyes and fell over.

“do you really think you can order me around like that?” scoffing, chan grabbed onto the hem of your panties and seamlessly ripped the lace into two pieces, leaving you completely naked in front of him.

“you really think after the shit you’ve pulled, what with you ignoring me for so long, i’ll listen to you? give you that pleasure of spoiling you like i used to when you were mine?”

his hands spread your legs apart for him and he immediately thrust two fingers into you, sending your mind spiraling.

“well, i guess that’s not right because you’re still mine. you probably got off every night thinking about me fucking you. probably imagined that the people fucking you were me,” he said nonchalantly as he drove his fingers into you so deep that he hit your g-spot repeatedly. you knew he was correct and your moans increased in volume as you squirmed around, the pleasure almost unbearable.

“s-sir…please…” you gasped breathlessly.

“please what babygirl? only two fingers and you can’t even string your words together. how pathetic,” he practically growled at you as you while thrusting another into you.

“god,” you said as your eyes rolled back into your head. the feeling of chan’s fingers stretching you out was something you had thought about constantly over the past few months and now that you had them in you, you felt unbelievably complete.

he then abruptly pulled out, leaving you whining at the emptiness.

“sir—“

he interrupted you by harshly showing his fingers into your mouth.

“suck,” he commanded. you followed his order without hesitance, also remembering how much you love the feeling of his fingers in your mouth.

he removed them, resulting in a small ‘pop’ to echo throughout the office, and stood up. brushing your hair back, he leaned close and pressed his lips to yours lightly.

“stay still. i’ll be back soon.”

and he was gone after clicking a remote and walking out the doors, leaving you to be alone with your own thoughts.

your mind was going crazy. chan had gotten bigger in the time you hadn’t seen him, and you could only imagine that it applied to every part of his body.

a shudder of pleasure and fear passed through your body at the thought of taking him in after so long. sure, you had sex in between, but everyone you fucked were extremely underwhelming compared to chan. honestly speaking, barely anyone made you orgasm unless you imagined that they were him.

eyes closed, you pulled up memories of chan’s cock, remembering how he had both length and girth, along with a slight curve. he always filled you up to the brim, leaving no room in your head to think about anything other than pleasure.

your thoughts made you so wet to the point you started to drip onto the couch. writhing around, you tried your best to divert your attention to anything but the ever consuming heat between your legs.

“sir, sir, sir—“ you whimpered as you ultimately failed and started thrusting up into the air, as if that would make chan come back faster to pleasure you.

“well would you look at that babygirl? begging for sir and making such a mess of my furniture? you’re so fucking hot.”

a gasp came out of you as his fingertips trailed over your stomach. you arched up into him, uttering incoherent words as you tried to plead him to touch you properly.

“forgot how sensitive you are baby. i missed it,” he said as he pulled a silk blindfold from his pocket. he tied it around your eyes, and you whimpered more, now having to solely rely on your senses of hearing and touch to figure out chan’s next move (not that you really would be able to even without being restrained since he was quite unpredictable).

he chuckled and leaned down to kiss your lips, trailing his kisses down to your breast. he licked your nipple softly and then bit it, making you thrash around until he put his hand on your hips to stop you.

“sir, please…” you breathed out.

“you said i could do anything, didn’t you?”

you hesitated for a moment before nodding.

“words sweetheart,” he said getting up. you heard him take a few steps away from you and the sound of his mini fridge opening.

“…yes sir.”

he hummed lowly and after a few seconds of silence, you gasped as you felt a sharp coldness on your torso.

you writhed at the new and unexpected temperature. the coldness moved down further and further until it was ghosting over your clit before it was removed.

chan chuckled above you and you could only imagine how desperate you looked as he traced ice along your body. he leaned down and licked the trail of water left by it while holding your hips down in place.

“god, you’re a fucking masterpiece,” he muttered under his breath, continuing to lick the remaining water while listening to your moans which were slowly increasing in volume.

it was when he got down to your clit that he placed a soft kiss on it before starting to suck.

you screamed at the sharp pleasure that came with his actions, tears coming out of your eyes with how turned on you were.

“sir please—“ you heaved as he spread your legs wider, his tongue moving down to lick at your hole. “hurts!”

“such a slut just for me aren’t you? want my cock so bad—“ a kiss was placed on your inner thigh. “—you cant even speak properly.”

a mix of words left your mouth as he sucked on the soft flesh of your thigh, leaving a bright red mark.

chan stood up, sliding his pants and boxers down in one go as he positioned himself in front of your entrance.

“color?”

“green, sir,” you breathed out.

he pushed in with no warning and started to fuck you without giving you time to adjust.

the sheer size of him was unfamiliar and familiar at the same time, and your body did a double take.

“chan!” a moan ripped from your throat and he thrusted harder.

“sir,” he said between breaths. “and i didn’t tell my fucktoy to speak did i? you’re going to be quiet and take it.”

you couldn’t see anything but you could feel the glint in his eyes as he looked down at your body, arms tied and eyes blindfolded, all while being fucked to the edge of your sanity.

you tried your best to not make noises but that proved to be quite hard as chan increased his pace and even leaned down to circle your nipple with his tongue, hand reaching out to give attention to your other breast.

both of your moans and groans increased as you approached your highs. chan’s hand came out to wrap around your neck and he squeezed.

“i didn’t allow you to come yet whore,” he said as he choked you harder. “you don’t get to come until i say so.”

a sound of surprise escaped your lips and you arched your back as he rubbed circles on your clit.

“sir fuck please please i wanna cum i need to—“

chan ignored your string of garbled pleads and looked down at the sight of his length disappearing into your hole. he growled lowly as he tightened his grip around your neck.

“if you think you’re going to get the pleasure of feeling your release this early on, you’re sadly mistaken babygirl. you’re nothing but a cumdump for me tonight so act like it and if i think you deserve it, maybe i’ll let you cream around my cock.”

and it all continued since your body was still used to his commands, not daring to let go until allowed.

he finished inside of you and swiftly untied your hands as he hoisted you up, only to press your back against the wall and fuck his cum into you.

it was only after he came again and was preparing to bend you over his desk for a third round, that you spoke due to the pain of how overstimulated you were.

“chan…” you whispered hoarsely, purposefully calling him by his name in the hopes that he would figure out that something was wrong. “stop…”

but you were mistaken because he only slapped your ass sharply, spreading your legs and thrusting back into your swollen and abused hole.

you screamed at the feeling, and tears streamed down your face as your body was too used to put up with it any longer. he was too far gone.

“red!”

chan’s hips stilled as he took a second to register what you said. his eyes then widened as he pulled out quickly and stepped away.

“baby? i’m so sorry,” he said, trying to put space in between the two of you.

you walked over to him and wrapped you arms around his torso as you tried to regulate your breathing.

“i’m fine,” you mumbled through deep breaths and sniffles, tightening your arms as much as you could in your current state.

chan led you to the couch, sitting down. looking down at him, you sat down and straddled him. your head then dropped down into the crook of his neck as you sought after the comfort that only he seemed to provide you.

he stayed still, not wanting to move and possibly hurt you any further.

god, chan felt despicable. you could feel that much simply by being close to him. and knowing how his personality is, he was probably beating himself up about how he ignored your signs of discomfort in return for his own pleasure.

you looked up and pressed a chaste kiss to his jawline.

“i really am fine love. i just need time to gather my energy.”

he was as stiff as a plank of wood beneath you, arms limp at his side.

“but still…” he said, staring blankly at the wall. “i ignored you and i hurt you.”

you put your hands on either side of his face and turned him to meet your eyes.

“and i gave you permission to do whatever you wanted with the knowledge that if i said that one word when i felt uncomfortable, you would immediately stop.”

you sighed deeply at his regret-filled eyes.

“do you want to take a bath?” he asked. “maybe that will make you feel better?”

you nodded slowly and he picked you up, refusing to let you walk by yourself.

he went upstairs and into the bathroom, setting you down on his empty dressing table while he filled the tub.

you giggled softly at the sight of him.

“your ass is cute,” you said, as he added bath salt to the water.

“y/n!” he said, whipping around with an indignant look on his face.

“it’s true!”

chan grumbled softly as he turned back, but you could see the tips of his bright red ears.

“i think it’s ready?” chan said, swirling the water to test the temperature one more time.

you stood up at his words, wincing slightly at the pain that shot up through your lower body. walking over to the tub, you slowly stepped in and lowered yourself until you were sitting.

“is it ok?“ chan asked, looking down at you.

“it would be better if you got in, you know.”

chan flushed and looked away.

“are you sure? i wouldn’t want to invade your space more than i already have,” he said.

you frowned and reached for his hand.

“chan, it’s ok. you didn’t do anything wrong so please just get in the damn bathtub,” you said sternly, somewhat tired of having to constantly reassure him.

he relented and stepped in, sitting down so he faced you. a smile made its way onto his face as he felt the warm water around him.

“this feels pretty nice,” he said, staring the water.

“come here,” you beckoned, grabbing a bottle of body wash and pumping some out.

chan scooted over towards you and smiled as you took his arm, applying the product on it.

“i missed this,” you whispered softly, tracing a heart on his skin. you then brought his arm up to your lips and kissed it.

chan’s heartbeat increased as the tips of his ears turned reds.

“then let’s never stop it.”

you looked up and met his eyes.

“never again,” you said, moving forward to kiss to his lips.

chan held your back softly as he reciprocated your affection.

“i love you y/n,” he said when the two of you separated for air and his arm came up to tuck your hair behind your ear.

your smile stretched from ear to ear, pink dusting your cheeks from the warmth of the bath tub and the man in front of you.

“i love you too chan.”

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