#I tried to do?? somewhat decent summaries?? but I never know what all to talk about so `shrugs`
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Alright Fellas who wants some MM ocs
I’ll stick with like, the ones I made for the classic series to start? and even then this isn’t everyone because I’m still making and fleshing out more ocs. Putting it under a read more cuz this got kinda long.
Jazz (DTN. 000):
• The first robot of her line, and therefore the “eldest”. She acts as a lab assistant, but she also helps out with general housework and the like. In reality, she doesn’t exactly have a “set” purpose (aside from being Dr. Takahashi’s daughter), as she was built to act as one of the other prototypes created a year or so after Dr. Light introduced the world to The First. As such, Jazz considers herself more of a “Jack of all trades”, and is glad to not have one specific purpose.
Rodeo Man (DTN. 001):
• The second in the DTN line, and built for cattle herding as well as general farm work, Rodeo Man currently works on a large ranch. Acts as a big brother figure to many of the DTNs, Jazz included, and always tends to look on the bright side of things. Roadie is honest to a fault, and cannot lie to save his life. At most he can tell half truths and little white lies, but a full on fib? Nah.
If he uses his hat to cover his face it’s a dead give away there’s something he’s hiding/doesn’t want to talk about.
Crow Man (DTN. 002):
• He probably should have been named “Menace Man”, because this bird bot is probably one of the most annoying members of the DTN line you’ll meet. I’m still struggling to figure out exactly what I want his job to be? I can’t decide if I want it to have something to do with scavenging or something else. I did have the thought of him being a search-and-rescue type bot for forest areas, since Crow’s are really fucking good at remembering people. He would sell his siblings to robo-satan for one bottle cap. Not Wily though. Never Wily. He may annoy the shit out of everyone but that is a line he would never willingly cross.
Disco Man (DTN. 003):
• Built to act as a skating instructor (possibly doubles as a dj, not super sure), and the result of Dr. Takahashi’s love of the genre, Disco Man has a very flamboyant and positive personality.
He loves his job a lot, and really enjoys teaching people how to skate. I honestly think he might get along pretty well with Top Man? Gets really. Really annoyed whenever he catches Crow trying to squirrel away the shinier bits of his armor on his off days. Like excuse you I understand you’re a kleptomaniac when it comes to shiny things but leAVE MY SHIT ALONE.
Glass Man (DTN. 004):
Tentatively named Gaffer Man during development, Glass Man was built to assist in glassblowing work. I haven’t quite figured out what specifically yet, but I know when/if he ever gets a weapon he’s literally and figuratively going to be a glass canon. He can and will eat the glass making pellets and just. blow them like bubble gum. Fun forbidden snack.
Squeaks (DTN. 005):
• Squeaks was built for cave exploration and mapping, as their small stature allows them to get into tight spaces.
However because of this, this lead to them being the shortest member of the DTN line and they absolutely hate it. They’re even shorter than megaman, and he’s a child! Crow and Shark tease them nonstop about it and Squeaks always retaliates by kicking them in the shins for it.
Moth Woman (DTN. 006):
Moth is a nocturnal robot master created to pollenate flowers at night. Perpetually sleepy and soft-spoken, Moth can come off as rather spacey at times and prefers to go with the flow. However, she’s more aware of things than people give her credit for. Seriously she has so. much. dirt. that she’ll probably never use, or at the very least will share on accident. She can/does wake up in the morning, but she's much more active in the evening. During the day her perpetually sleepy/sorta high vibe is even more visible.
Base Man (DTN. 007):
Built for chemical mixing and development, Base Man works at a chemical plant. He’s very confident in his work, but so. god. damn. picky about it at the same time. Every measure has to be EXACT with this bot, otherwise he’s going to get real snippy real fast. Do you WANT to make ammonia? because you’re going to if you mix THAT chemical in. He absolutely loathes Acid Man for how he constantly jumps into the chemical tanks to check the levels of each chemical. Stop doing that you’re going to fuck up the PH balance!! Get out already!!
Shark Woman (DTN. 008):
Created for ocean exploration and mapping, so she spends most of her time in the deep down dark deep down. She LOVES the sea, loves swimming around, and would probably never leave if she 1. didn’t have to go in for maintenance and 2. didn’t wanna see what the rest of her family is up to and annoy them (affectionate). Surprisingly, she’s able to withstand high temperatures, and can go through areas with hydrothermal vents no problem. Likes biting at fiber optic cables, and also enjoys scaring the shit out of scientists that are trying to take footage of the ocean floor.
Lava Man (DTN. 009):
Created for volcanic exploration and cataloguing, Magma is often sent to active volcanic hot-spots to gather data. He is also Shark Woman’s younger “twin”, being activated 30 minutes after she was (to her amusement and his annoyance). Despite his namesake, Lava is actually rather calm and collected. He really only blows up (ha) after things go unchecked for a long period of time, and it’s usually for a good reason. Constantly has to remind his more chaotic siblings that no, you cannot eat the lava, not even once.
Float Woman (DTN. 010):
• Built to handle heavy lifting and transport large equipment, Float Woman can often be found working at the city’s docks. There are times where she’ll be sent to supervise equipment transportation, 9 times out of 10 she stays to make sure nothing goes wrong when shipments come in. She’s a very warm, bubbly individual who has an optimistic outlook on things.
She can also be kind of a worrywart at times, not wanting anyone to accidentally get hurt because they weren’t careful. Gets along very well with her siblings, though she sometimes has to step in and diffuse any arguments.
Humans:
Dr. Madeline Takahashi:
The creator of the DTN line and an old classmate and friend of Dr. Light’s. She’s very kind and caring, but will absolutely wack you on the head if you say something out of line. Seriously she’s able to lift most of her robots with little to no problem don’t test her. She cares greatly about the robots she creates, and views all of them as part of her family. As such, she absolutely dreads the day Wily remembers he had a few other friends in college that he could mooch off of for world domination.
Kress:
Tooootally a human and definitely not an alien robot cosplaying as a human. Totally. Ignore how their sclera sometimes turn black, they’re just wearing contacts! It’s fiiine Jamie introduced them to this cool anime and they really got into it, don’t worry about it. They can take things a little too seriously at times and can be a bit protective, but they mean well. *Really* doesn’t like Shadow Man for some reason, for Asimov’s sake stop hissing at him Kress!!
Jamie:
Works as a mechanic and is pretty damn good at his job, and can (and has) patched up robots when the situation calls for it. However he is very much a dumbass and sometimes gets into more trouble than he probably should. He’s got a big interest in supernatural stuff, and as terrifying as it was at first he’s ecstatic that his roomie and best friend is an alien robot. He will protect them with his life. Really, really wants to go spelunking in an old abandoned Wily castle but Kress said no. He’s gonna go one of these days though. Somehow.
Alexis:
Currently works in retail and is just. trying to get through college. She’s a big space nerd, and NO, Jamie, Pluto was designated as a dwarf planet for a REASON they can’t just put its planet status back! As much as she’d love to become an astronaut she’s fucking terrified of heights and math is not her strong suit so she’s content stargazing on solid ground thank you very much. She’s been friends with Jamie for awhile now, and found Kress more than a little intimidating at first. Now she considers them one of her close friends.
#kitt screams#megaman#megaman oc#rockman#rockman oc#*throws this and fucking bOLTS—*#Anyway here's my classic kids#I tried to do?? somewhat decent summaries?? but I never know what all to talk about so `shrugs`#I still have a couple more robot ideas and a handful of humans#but the humans are taking a bit cuz like... how make them sound vaguely interesting#And these do not include the ocs I have for the X series we'll get there when we get there#Anyway please feel free to ask me about these guys I want to ramble about them So Bad#Also ~followers beware~ I've said it before i'll say it again I am an oc x canon enjoyer#so don't be surprised if the various ships I have come up at some point
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KISS AND MAKE UP ; CORIOLANUS SNOW
summary: when coriolanus and you argue over the sudden closeness between him and lucy gray, all hell breaks loose. but he’s reminded that in the end, it’s you who he chooses, and it’s you that will stay.
warnings: reader and coryo have a toxic relationship (are we surprised?), mentions of cheating (no actual cheating involved), fighting and yelling, some ooc!coryo, descriptions may be inaccurate ‘cause i read the book like 2 years ago 😭
“I hate you!” You scream, thrashing in Coriolanus’s threshold. “Let go! Let go!”
“Oh stop making a scene, will you?” He growls out, not appreciating your lack of awareness of the eyes that were currently watching. “She’s fine, she’s fine.” He reassures the staring orbs of eyes, “stop it now, Y/N.”
His tone makes you shiver, and you stop trying to kick yourself out of his grip. He smiles contently at this, finally letting you go, but not before shoving his hands into yours. “See, wasn’t that easy?”
“Oh fuck you.” You say, but both you and Coriolanus know that you’ll be back at square one by tonight, kissing and telling him that you love him.
“Thought I'd have to drag you away and shut you up." He mutters, clearly unimpressed with the way you acted earlier. “Maybe get your shit together, L/N.”
“I would if you’d just act like a decent boyfriend for once!” You say, throwing your arms out in the air. “You know what? I don’t care; I don’t care what you do—go get close to your tribute! Go fuck up our relationship for all I care!”
You yank your arm away from his, stomping inside of the Academy with a scowl plastered on your face. Sejanus is only a few steps behind the two of you, and was going to open his mouth to say something when Coriolanus places his index finger in front of him.
“Don’t.” The boy says. “She’s just being dramatic.” He fixes his uniform, a lavish shade of red, as it was crinkled from the way you had tried to escape his hold earlier.
The next time he sees Lucy Gray, he thinks of your little upset pout and face, your yelling ringing in his ear.
Go fuck up our relationship for all I care!
“Are you alright?” Lucy Gray was cautious around Coriolanus, he was unpredictable, and scarily cunning. She had no idea what was even one of the million thoughts that ran through his mind
“I’m.. fine.” Coriolanus says, giving her a meek smile that almost makes her feel sick. Although she had to admit he was fairly handsome and she had somewhat fell for his charm and face, he still scared her regardless.
“Coryo.” Your voice makes Lucy Gray and Coriolanus both look up. You look like a looming dark figure compared to her, towering over. “We should talk later.”
And Lucy Gray watches as Coriolanus’s once emotionless face turns into a sly grin. He nods, not saying much, which was something Lucy Gray had came to learned these past few days after he had first met and given her a rose.
“Snow always falls on top.” Coriolanus whispers underneath his breath, and Lucy Gray doesn’t question it, only continuing what they had been doing earlier.
When the two of you were walking out of the Academy, you placed your hand in Coriolanus’s. It had gotten colder than it had in the morning, and you were freezing under your uniform.
He carefully caresses your hand, looking up to watch as snow slowly fell from the sky.
“So, you’re gonna tell me what you wanted to earlier?” He asks, still looking at the sky.
“I’m sorry Coryo,” you reply meekly, feeling small under his frame. “For causing a scene earlier. I was upset.”
“Upset at me getting close to Lucy Gray?” He questions, now finally glancing down at you.
“Yes! But you can’t blame me Coryo, you don’t see me getting close with my tribute.”
Coriolanus rolls his eyes, the blue orbs bore into yours. “What did I tell you? I would never cheat on you, silly girl. I’m not a monster.”
If only he knew.
You look down, embarrassed that you two were even having this conversation in the first place.
“I know you wouldn’t, which is why I’m apologizing in the first place.”
The two of you stop abruptly, your eyes reaching his despite the obvious height difference.
“I love you, okay?” Coriolanus breathes out, you can even see his breath, the temperature dropping even lower than it was before.
And although you don’t know the extent to which exactly the words coming out of his mouth are even true, you still go on your tippy toes, shivering as you give your boyfriend a kiss on the lips.
“There’s my smiling girl,” he says as he watches your eyes twinkle. “Now let’s go, I have some ideas of ways to warm you up.”
That night, snow truly, did fall on top.
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˗ˏ` EMOTIONS! 🍵 ´ˎ˗
pairing. theodore nott x reader
summary. theo never handled his emotions right, and when his girlfriend shows up in a wrong moment, things escalate and theodore doesn’t know how to fix it.
THEO HAS BEEN A TICKING BOMB LATELY and you knew that. it’s been bothering you, but every time you tried talking some senses into him, he brushed it all off, saying something too stupid and reckless for you to hear, so the topic was dropped sooner than it was brought up.
it was one of those times again, when a recurring thought was planted into your brain that you didn’t know your boyfriend like you thought you would. theodore hasn’t been himself lately, which made you worry tons. he’s been smoking much more and getting into fights more often as well as getting into trouble with the teachers, losing the points for your house, which… well, you didn’t care that much about it. what you cared for was theo’s wellbeing.
since it’s been a christmas break, you had gone home to spend time with your family, which meant your contant with theo was limited to a few letters that he was doing somewhat fine, yet you’ve been smart enough to know that spending christmas with his father and grandfather could never make him feel fine, not even a little bit. it was the breaking point in you that you’ve decided it’s the end of brushing you off.
“riddle, berkshire – out.” you barged into the dorm, glaring at your boyfriend’s dormmates, causing the first one to groan in annoyance.
“jesus, can’t be in your own room anymore.” mattheo rolled his eyes at you, yet he knew it was coming, so he dragged his ass up, patting theo’s back. “good luck with that one, nott.” he muttered before leaving the room with lorenzo, who just sent you a sympathetic smile.
theo, on the other hand, just glanced at you for a second, knitting his eyebrows together. “what do you want, l/n?” he asked, his nose still burried in between pages of a book you gave him for christmas.
“oh, last name basis, al–fucking–right.” you grumbled, grabbing the book away from his hands, your body trembling with fury. you hadn’t had a proper conversation in over two weeks, yet he couldn’t bring himself to be a decent man towards you. “what’s going on with you, nott?”
“get off my dick, y/n, really.” he rolled his eyes, expression matching the one his roommate had a few moments earlier. “i don’t have fucking time for this shit.” theo added, clearly agitated.
“well, you want it — you have it, i’m not getting on your dick anytime soon.” your voice was thick with emotion as the mention of celibacy earning you a look. “i know something’s going on. i know that, because i’m your girlfriend and i care about you. just trust–” you started, but the sentence wasn’t meant to be finished, because nott cut you off.
“then don’t. merlin, i don’t need a fucking babysitter, hoovering over my ass all the time. you’re not my bloody therapist, l/n. i don’t fucking need you to stick your nose into my business 24/7.” theodore stood up, his nose almost brushing yours before you took a step back, startled at the sudden outburst. “and sex? don’t amuse me, for merlin’s sake. i could leave the dorm right now and find someone to bone if i wanted to.” his tone was harsh, while his words were like knives thrown at you as a reward for being a caring girlfriend.
your boyfriend looked at his knuckles, his gaze focusing on the ring as he begun to take it off, making your pupils widen. “go. give it to someone who’s gonna be crazy enough to put up with your obsession about emotions. i’m not doing that anymore.” he muttered, pushing the ring into your palm.
“fine.” was the only thing that came to your mind after his words. your body continued to tremble and at this point, you couldn’t have been sure if it was your annoyance or broken heart that he just broke up with you. “just keep your promise and stay away from me. maybe join the death eaters too, for all i care, you’ll fit in perfectly.” with that, you left his dorm, slamming the door behind you as you fought with tears flowing down your cheeks.
“troubles in paradise?” mattheo grinned at you playfully, not noticing your tears-stained face as you were storming through the common room to the exit of the room.
“go fuck yourself, riddle.”
it wasn’t even five minutes later, when mattheo entered his shared dorm, his expression utterly confused as his mind was doing its best to connect the dots. “what’s with that gal of yours?” he asked theo, plopping down onto his bed, lightning up a cigarette right after.
“she’s not my gal anymore.” nott mumbled in response, almost untouched by the entire thing that just happened and that took his best friend by surprise.
“what do you mean she’s not your gal anymore?” he asked, his frown deepening. “lad, don’t tell me she broke up with you, you love this girl to death.” riddle added, scanning his friend’s face for any sign of uneasiness or a clue to understand all of it.
“i broke up with her.” theo replied with a shrug.
“merlin, man, why?” mattheo asked another question, this time being left without an answer as nott shut the curtains of his bed, putting on a silence spell.
IGNORING THEODORE ALL WEEK HAS BEEN EASY as you weren’t in the same year as him. you’ve been grovelling inside about the break-up, but from what your mother had always told you, when you were younger, you remembered that all the teenage boys were shitty and you couldn’t — by any means — let him know how much hurt you were. ignoring him was easy, all because, in your eyes, he didn’t even take any effort to show you remorse for what happened, from what you’ve known, he didn’t even look at you once.
the worst part of loving theodore nott was not being able to brush off all the concerns and worries that lived rent free in your mind, whenever you’ve noticed him walking through the hallways. nevertheless, he didn’t want you to care about him at all, so that was what you were planning on doing. kept your head high and your feet steady on the ground.
what you didn’t know, was that it wasn’t pride that made him keep his eyes away from you, but guilt. from the moment he woke up the day following your argument, his organism was flooded with guilt and shame to the point, where he couldn’t look at himself in the mirror.
he fucked everything up just like his father always told him that he would. he broke the promise he’d made to himself that he wouldn’t drive you away, wouldn’t hurt you like his father hurt his mom, yet he did. you were the only person in his world that made him feel like a normal human being, one, who could love and be loved, but he had to ruin it all, because his pride wouldn’t let him to open up to you.
it’s been already a week since the biggest mistake of his life, as he called it, and theo’s entire body hurt. he was popping pills with blaise like candies, because sobriety and consciousness made everything worse. he couldn’t stop thinking about you — about your expression, when he broke things off with you, the hurt in your eyes and the way you were holding yourself after that.
people, not close enough to you, might’ve been fooled by the facade you’ve built around you, though not theo. he’d known you for years prior to your relationship, he’d seen you both happy and miserable and now? now, you were beyond miserable. you might’ve kept your head high with the biggest smile on your face, but he’s known. he always would — whether you wanted him to or not.
quidditch practices were the worst, all because you were always there, yet never watching him. it wasn’t even up to you to be there and theo was certain of it. you were there, so your best friend wouldn’t have to sit through an entire practice alone, while she watched lorenzo with starstruck expression all the fucking time.
“lad, you have to apologise to her, sort it out.” enzo sighed, putting a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. “aoife’s worried about her. ‘m not really surprised, though, she started smoking weed on daily-basis again. aoif’s saying she can’t remember, when she saw her sober for the last time, but it’s better than bawling her eyes out over some asshole, aoif’s words, not mine.” having a friend, who was also somehow close to you and your best friend was a blessing in disguise. lorenzo kept him updated, not leaving out all the insults aoife lynch threw at him for breaking her best friend’s heart.
a loud sigh left theo’s lips as he leaned over the table, his forehead falling onto the wooden surface as he let out a groan. “i don’t even know what to do, enzo.”
“my suggestion? get your shit together.” mattheo chimed in, a playful grin on his face. “i mean it, theo. the gal of yours keeps showing up to my spot and i can’t deal with her tears anymore. get your shit together and fix it.”
“the problem is, matt, i don’t know how.”
the opportunity, although being totally… stupid, occurred at the end of another week during a game with hufflepuffs. theo’s entered another stage of grief and has been going around the school angry at everything. so, when the game came, he was playing rougher than usually, because he needed an outlet to the built-up anger.
of course, you’ve noticed. how couldn’t you? you’ve been keeping an eye on him for the entire two weeks. despite your promise to aoife, you couldn’t let it go. no matter who he was, your boyfriend, a friend, a stranger or an enemy, you couldn’t stop worrying about him and doing your best to look out for him. so… when he was forcefully pushed off his broom by diggory, you were running down the stairs before he even hit the ground. you needed to be beside him or it would kill you.
he was unconcious for almost two more days, making it a sixteen days without hearing his voice and you were going crazy, spending every single second, occupying the tabletop placed next to his bed. his hands in between yours as you kept it close to you. did he deeply pained you with his words? yes. would you let him be alone in the hospital wing? of course not.
“y/n/n.” he whispered suddenly, his voice breaking. “i’m so sorry.” nott let out and you weren’t sure if it was some kind of sleep talking or your delusions leading you on. “i’m so sorry, baby.” he repeated his words with a term of endearment, squeezing your hand weakly.
“theodore…” your words hitched in your throat as you moved the hair aside from his forehead. “don’t think about it now.” you whispered in a coy manner. “it doesn’t matter.”
“i can’t.” he coughed out. “i can’t stop thinking about it. about you. i’ve acted like a dick, but i didn’t mean it. you’re my world, baby, i’m so, so sorry. you were right all this time, i build up my emotions inside of me and let it get the best of me in the worst moment. i’m so sorry i hurt you, i swear i hate myself for—” he continued his rambling, slowly opening his eyes to have a look at you.
“hey, teddy, please, don’t think about it now.” you pleaded, still holding his hand. your thumb caressing his palm. “just rest, okay? please. we’ll talk about once you’re well-rested and out of here.” your voice was gentle.
he shifted in his hospital bed, hissing as his ribcage hurt immensely. “no, cara, please.” he muttered, bringing his lips to your palm. “listen, i can’t get over what i told you. i’m so fucking sorry, baby.” he whispered.
“teddy…” you started, but he cut you off.
“no. i’m sorry i said all those things to you, you didn’t deserve all the shit i gave you.” he let out a sigh, rubbing his forehead. “you need to hit me. for all the pain and suffering. oh god, and the tears. you should just kill me at this point.” theo muttered, and honestly? he did deserve the beating for what he’s done, but the three days of unconsciousness due being knocked off the broom, you could let it go. it could be his fate share of beating.
“just shut up, will you?” you sighed, planting a tender kiss on his lips. “we’re fine.”
#theodore nott x reader#theo nott x reader#niki’s works 🫂#theo nott smut#theo nott rec#theo nott fic#theodore nott x oc#theo nott headcanons#theodore nott headcanons#theodore nott smut#theodore nott fic#theodore nott#mattheo riddle#mattheo riddle x reader
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Hi can I please get an Erwin x secret wife reader? Just a lot of fluff and how the scouts finds out that their commander is a married man. Thank you
homie... this is the cutest ask ever oh my god i'm fucking giggling over this and i'm not even an erwin girly
summary: erwin smith x secret wife reader: meeting, married life, and the discovery
word count: 1.449
setting: canonverse
fem!reader
warnings: season 2 & 3 spoilers
when erwin smith met you, not even his resolve to stay away from relationships could stop him from falling in love. and somewhat unfortunately, there was no stopping you from loving him back.
frankly, your relationship was the last thing erwin wanted. being a scout, the commander of the scouts nonetheless, meant that tomorrow was never promised. with the disproportionately slim chance of surviving his career until retirement, he had made a silent promise to stay away from love. of course, meeting you changed that in spite of his better judgement...
-it was shortly after erwin had been named the new commander of the scouts. after is appointment, he often went and got a beer at this small tavern in one of sina's outlier districts so he could try to organize his thoughts
-you were the one to approach him, asking if he was alright because he looked a little dejected. erwin, always hellbent on demonstrating his strength, overcompensated a little bit and exuded a little too much of his illusive confidence
-you laughed at him and told him that he acts like a politician
-it wasn't often that someone saw through him, he found it intriguing. you talked for awhile that nigh, expecting to go your separate ways, but you ran into him there a few more times, and when you did, you would sit together and talk. eventually, you organized some cafe dates on sunday mornings. you didn't actually know who he was until your fifth or sixth meeting, which was funny to you because he never thought to mention it, and funny to him because he thought you knew all along
-you made him realize that there was more to life than discovering the unknown- that there was a lot of value in what he already had. he made you think more about your existence in the walls. you challenged each other
-within a year of meeting, you were married. you decided that if you were determined to be in a relationship, it was best that you went all in since time might end up being short
-married life with erwin doesn't always feel like married life. there's a lot of being alone for both of you while he's away on missions or in other districts for planning and other administrative tasks
-he sends you letters if he's away for more than a week. they are not very emotional letters and they don't ever detail anything specific about people, just events. but he is sure to tell you about the things he thinks you would enjoy the most- like how he saw a sunset that reminded him of one you watched together early in your relationship
-he's the type to be like "i'm not a romantic, but.." and then write something really gushy lol
-when he gets home, he likes to bake those cookies that are shaped like flowers with jam in the middle. he has mastered his family recipe for them. he feels like it's a nice way to show you how much he still cares about you after being away from home for so long
-when you're together, he tries to be very present with you. he enjoys cooking meals together and playing card games
-his love language is acts of service so he really wants to make you feel at ease when he's home because he's sure it stresses you out a lot when he isn't. he ends up doing a lot around the house, even if nothing really needs to be done. like especially on longer stretches of being home, he would start home improvement projects if there was nothing to clean or help with. somehow, he always finishes them even if it's at the expense of a decent night's sleep
-he has a home office, but he does his best to only do work after you've gone to sleep/before you wake up if it's his day off (this man is always working :( even if he doesn't have a deadline)
-you don't usually go out on the town. it's exhausting travelling as much as he does, so he likes to feel like he has a real home base and spend a lot of time there
-definitely "lets" you win arguments, but he still thinks you're wrong lol
-he is a bath man. like he spends an unhealthy amount of time in the tub if he has the time for it. he likes salts that help with soreness and he likes when you take them together so you can just talk about your day
-if you were part of something like a book club/knitting group/something where other women get together and do granny activities, erwin loves when you host. he is making cocktails/tea and hanging out with you all to get the latest gossip. he doesn't like to interact with too many of his coworkers bc he doesn't want to get attached lmao, but he loves knowing the neighborhood tea
-"ingrid, waiting for him to come to his senses is a waste of your time. you deserve someone who respects you." (needless to say, everyone loves him.)
-because of stuff like this, you aren't exactly secretly married. like your family and friends all know that you are married to the scouts' commander, they just know better than to run their mouth about it. erwin just never talks about his personal life at work
-his section commanders all know, but they were all super shocked to find out. everyone would have been up late working on a plan or something and he finally tells them to go home. someone would have asked a last minute question and he's like, "tomorrow. i'm late for dinner." and hange is the only one bold enough to be like, "haha, you got a secret wife or something?" and he just raises a thick eyebrow like "my wife isn't a secret."
-everyone was shook and waited for him to leave to talk about it and try to figure out the lore
-levi found out later, awhile after he joined the scouts when he heard everyone gossiping about you two. he pretended he didn't care but the man was shocked
-you might meet a few section commanders/captains over the years by picking him up at work for a date or eating lunch with him in his office when he's in the capital, but the introduction is always brief and it's never long enough for you to get to know anyone
-any day that you plan to visit him at work, he calls miche into his office beforehand and tells him that he's not allowed to sniff you in the event that you meet
-when erwin loses his arm and levi finds out, he's obviously pissed that he couldn't have been there to help, but all he ends up saying at first is "sucks for the mrs."
-when erwin comes home for the first time after this, he almost feels embarrassed that he can't be doing things on his own, and terrible that he can't do things for you like usual. tbh, he'd ve kind of aloof at first bc mans is avoidant, so you'd have to show him that you're not throwing in the towel
-it's a massive moment of vulnerability for him when you help him out with things that used to be second nature, like buttoning his shirt and writing. however, he spends a lot of time at home while he's healing and although there are some moments of tension, you grow together a lot
-hange would offhandedly mention you at the beginning of the events of season 3, like half joking and half curious. "you think erwin's wife is gonna leave him? he lost an arm and now he's in prison. that's gotta test the ol' vows."
-levi would glare at them in utter disbelief like ?? "honestly, shitty glasses. where do you get the nerve?" and sasha and connie would overhear and look at each other and just go off the rails trying to piece it all together, like trying to figure out if they missed signs or smth
-levi squad uses this as a distraction from the horrors of humanity within the walls :D
-overall, erwin values you and your relationship above any other relationship he has. he wants to protect you from getting attached to his coworkers because it's bad enough that you fell in love in the first place. he considers your relationship the most selfish and self indulgent thing he's taken part in, but he can't bring himself to feel remorse because you're impossible not to love and he wants you waiting for him when he gets home
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Big Girls Don't Cry (Bucky Egan x OC)
Summary: After a night out spirals out of control, Holly thinks she's doomed to be a haunted house. Bucky’s brave enough to let the light in.
Note: An angsty first kiss for Holly and Bucky…I’m so overwhelmed by the response to the MotA fics I’ve posted so far, thank you so much🖤 There's going to be a parallel Woody/Brady-centric fic to this, which is why I included a decent ensemble here lol. Do not interact if you're under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.
Word count: 2.8k
Warnings: Descriptions of a panic attack and related self-inflicted injuries; mentions of death and grief (hurt/comfort). Inevitable historical inaccuracies. Ends on a somewhat suggestive note, but nothing explicit.
Holly was exhausted when Bucky asked her to go to the pub in town with him and some of the other pilots that evening. She initially hesitated, but between his near insisting and her notion that a break from the base would do her good, she accepted the invitation. When she found Woody later on to ask if she was going, Brady had already invited her, a light blush spreading across Woody’s face when she told Holly. The overall group of seven required pushing two tables together and stealing some empty chairs.
“Holly, your drink’s on me. I got $4.50 when you won the last typing contest,” Bucky said.
“You bet on it?” Buck asked.
“I knew she’d win.”
“Beat her own record,” Woody added.
Buck shook his head, smiling a bit. Holly liked Buck a lot, especially the way his face lit up when she asked him about Marge. Seemed to be physically lighter, too, like the weight of being one of the de facto leaders of the 100th was off of his shoulders for that moment in time. He’d get almost flustered if he realized he was rambling, apologizing for taking up so much of her time talking about his girl even though she was the one who asked him.
“Which is why I’m buying my sailor a dark ‘n’ stormy, and the rest of you are on your own.”
She laughed, “Thanks, Bucky.”
‘My sailor.’ He had taken to calling her after they listened to the Nationals-Yankees game together. But she apparently inherited her sailorship from Stan, her preference for rum and penchant for cursing around Bucky (and few others), made him designate her so.
Nevermind she had only been on a boat a handful of times, one of which was the ship that brought her over to England from New York, and no, she didn’t know any sea shanties. He took it upon himself to learn one from a local laborer who worked on schooners at the turn of the century. Of course, Bucky had been drunk when he tried to teach her the song, remembering half of the lyrics and ad-libbing the rest. She left the singing to him.
She still had one secret–an anchor tattoo on her upper arm. An impulsive decision she and Stan made together when she accompanied him to San Francisco the week he shipped out to the Pacific. The same week she met Woody, and the rest of her life started before she could blink.
Being in the pub with everyone was the most normal she’d felt in a while. She hoped could finally shake whatever stormy clouds had made their home in her mind over the past year.
“Hey Holly, you’re from DC, right?” Curt asked abruptly. “You ever meet the President? See him around the neighborhood or something?”
She laughed. “No, unfortunately I’ve never run into President Roosevelt at the drug store.”
“How would he even do that? He’d get mobbed,” Crank said.
Woody nodded. “He’s probably got a mean security detail, too.”
“Well he can’t spend all day in the White House!”
“Why not? Heard they got a bowling alley in there,” Buck said.
“Woody, I’ll get you a beer?” Brady asked, his voice low among the clamor of what President Roosevelt did for fun in the nation's capital.
“Thanks, John.”
Holly sneaked a glance at her best friend when Brady stood up and headed over to the bar. She wasn’t sure if Woody had told him that Holly knew about them. There were few, if any secrets between Holly and Woody, and guys were certainly no exception.
“Look, if I were the president, I’d wanna know my neighbors,” Curt said.
“If you were president,” Buck repeated, toothpick between his teeth as he smiled. “Listen to him.”
“Hey, anybody can run,” Curt said. “That’s what it says in the Bill of Rights or something.”
“That doesn’t mean you should,” Crank said.
“You got my vote, Curt,” Bucky announced, setting his and Holly’s drinks on the table.
“Thanks, Bucky. You’ll be my VP.”
Bucky grinned, sitting next to Holly. His arm settled on the back of her seat, his fingers brushing the ends of her curly hair.
The next few minutes was a game of musical chairs as everyone else came and went with their drinks of choice, Brady taking the seat next to Woody as soon as it was open.
Holly found herself leaning against Bucky as she drank, nursing her dark ‘n’ stormy with the intent of making it last until it was time to leave. He was the only person she felt comfortable enough to be in such close contact with besides Woody. He felt like sitting next to the radiator in her childhood bedroom, and she nearly nodded off after some time, Buck and Bucky in the middle of some conversation she couldn’t follow.
Curt returned to the table with what must have been his third or fourth beer of the night.
“Hey Bucky, some of these blokes are lookin’ to play darts,” he said, motioning behind him.
Bucky nodded. “Hope they’re ready to cover my tab.” He threw back his whiskey and gave Holly’s shoulder a gentle squeeze as he got up. “C’mon, doll.”
Holly didn’t remember much of what happened between then and when she heard it. An entire chunk of time morphed into a hazy blur in her mind. Vaguely remembered cheering for Bucky and Curt. Then Curt called an RAF pilot an asshole, and a fight nearly broke out before fizzling down by the grace of god. Or maybe Buck stepped in. Bucky had something to her before his turn, an aside she laughed at, but couldn’t recall.
Different conversations around her jumbled with one another, stringing together in a cruel way only her own mind could conjure up for her. She heard him clear as day.
“Stan?” she whispered, her voice crazed with illogical hope.
Her heart raced. She looked frantically around the room for a sign—any sign of him.
But Stan was dead. There’d been a funeral with a body. His mother wept over the open casket. Her own mother had written as much. Sent her the funeral program which remained hidden among her belongings.
She kept the accompanying memorial card on her person at all times. A nice photo of Stan in uniform. His full name. Dates of birth and death. A bible verse and a little mention of his service in the Navy.
Stan was dead. Had been for over a year.
Her chest tightened, pulling like a rubber band about to snap. As the room closed in on her, she barrelled through the pub patrons, paying no mind to who was in her path, only that they were between her and a door.
The cool night air shocked her skin, but it wasn’t enough to snuff out the burning in her lungs. Panic overtook her brain. With a strangled shout, she curled her fist, unleashing months of unspoken grief directly onto the brick wall in front of her. Pain struck her hand like a bolt of lightning, but she could breathe again.
Her knuckles split open, bruises blossoming across her fingers in the darkness. “Fuck!” she shouted, both in pain and disbelief at herself. “Motherfuck–”
The alley door slammed open, chaos from the bar ringing in her ears as she looked wide-eyed at the person who interrupted her. A tense mortification swept over her body.
She’d been doing so well. Kept the self-destructive thoughts at bay. Used to chew on her bottom lip until it bled, the pain of broken skin and taste of copper strangely grounding when her mind wandered too far. Hadn’t done in it months. But she never exploded. Not quite like this.
Bucky stumbled forward, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. “Holly?” he asked, his gaze drifting down to her hand. “Jesus, what happened?”
Of course he would be the one to witness her breakdown. She wished it were Woody, but she sure as hell didn’t want to ruin her best friend’s night out with her boyfriend either.
Woody was used to it. Holly was always too embarrassed to go to a nurse, so Woody would sit her down and carefully apply petroleum jelly to Holly’s raw lips, eyebrows knit together in concerned concentration as her fingers brushed across the cracked, scabbed over skin. Didn’t care if she had been working for over twelve hours straight or was in the middle of something else.
But Bucky wasn’t Woody, and she never wanted him to see her like this.
Holly stared at him, trembling as he took a tentative step toward her. Tears welled up in her eyes. She frantically rubbed at them with her sleeve. She let out a shaky breath.
“Holly,” he repeated. “Are you alright?”
“I felt like I was going to explode in there so I came out here and…” She flexed her injured hand and winced. “I heard someone talking. He sounded just like Stan.” She swallowed a lump in her throat, feeling more pathetic as she explained herself. “I guess my wires got crossed.”
“Hey, it happens,” he tried assuring her. “You think you’re the only one?”
Holly shook her head. “Even when I got the letter last year, I still showed up and did what I had to do. Didn’t miss a day.” She was silent for a moment. “I don’t know why tonight was so different.”
“Don’t beat yourself up over it.” He took her bruised hand, whispering an apology when she hissed in pain. Examined it as best as he could in the cover of night. “At least not any more than you already have.”
“I punched a brick wall. I’m not gonna be able to type tomorrow,” she said, quickly adding, “I can’t go to a nurse. They’ll ask what happened, and I’d rather crawl in a hole somewhere.”
He shook his head. “C’mon, I’ll patch up that hand for you. It’s probably not even that bad.”
“Don’t cut your night short because of me.”
Briefly, almost enough to convince her it was just a trick of the moonlight, he looked uncharacteristically sheepish. “It’s the least I can do for making you come out tonight.”
“Bucky, you didn’t make me do anything. I don’t want to be some wilting flower who’s too afraid to keep living. Stan wouldn’t have wanted that for me. I just wish my brain would get the message.”
“Well, I’m sure Stan wouldn’t have wanted you to walk all the way back by yourself if you didn’t have to,” he said.
She smiled weakly. “Yeah, he’d chew me out for that.”
So would Bucky, if this had happened and he hadn’t found her. If she walked back to Thorpe Abbotts alone in the dead of night with nothing but the stars to keep her company. She never cared for them, especially not after Stan. They gave the night glistening teeth that tore her apart far too often for her to be comfortable beneath them.
“Hey, what about darts?” she asked, a good distance away from the pub.
“I pulled Crank in. He can hold his own. Besides, if there’s an angry bartender hunting me down on the base tomorrow, you could probably hold him off for me,” he joked, lightly elbowing her side. “You got one hell of a hook.”
“Stan taught me.”
“He taught you how to fight?”
“Sort of, but he was probably thinking more along the lines of self-defense instead of getting into fights with brick walls.”
“That wall had it coming. If you didn’t punch it, I probably would’ve.”
She huffed out a laugh. “Will you tell that to Chick so he doesn’t kill me tomorrow?”
“He’s not gonna kill you. Might be pissed that his best typist is gonna be out of commission for a few days, though.”
“I can still proofread. Or sort mail. Or—“
“Let me worry about that, alright?”
Holly hesitated. “Alright.”
—————
Bucky had the keys to the Air Exec office, empty for the night, and sat Holly down at her desk. He disappeared for a few minutes, but returned with an armful of peroxide bottles, absorbent cotton, and a roll of gauze.
“Geez Bucky, don’t waste all of that on me.”
“If I brought you to a nurse, they’d use it on you, anyway.”
He pulled up a chair, his knees touching hers as he took a closer look at her hand beneath a desk lamp. His eyebrows furrowed as he considered the dried blood, cuts that had already begun to scab over, and a particularly gnarly knuckle that didn’t sit quite right.
“I don’t think it’s broken, but one of your knuckles got dislocated. I’m gonna clean your hand and then pop it back into place.”
“Fuckin’ A,” she said. “I learned that from Stan, too.”
“Do you know what that means?”
“No. Neither did he.”
He snickered, grabbing the peroxide and some cotton. “What was Stan like, anyway? Sounds like an interesting guy from what you told me.”
“Stan was…” She paused. Nobody asked her about Stan. All anyone knew was what little she offered. What was he like? “He cursed like a—well, he was a sailor. Of course he was a Nationals fan. Loved detective novels. We’d have ones we’d read together and see who could figure out the big plot twist first. His front tooth was chipped, but god, he had the best smile. I’m talking serious wattage—“
“Wattage?” Bucky repeated incredulously.
“Okay, I made that up—think electric! He could light up a whole room with just his smile,” she emphasized with a smile of her own. “You know what I mean?”
He glanced up from her hand to her face for a moment. “Yeah, I do.”
“What else…we had this goofy thing going where we’d play tic-tac-toe in our letters to each other. I started doing that because I’m not great at writing letters. I never know what to say, but I wanted him to still look forward to getting them from me.”
“How’d you meet him?”
“I just started secretarial school when he got a job at this fish market up the street from my house. I remember thinking he was so handsome, he almost looked out of place,” Holly said, her voice soft for a moment. “Well, I’d spend so much time there that my mom would complain about how awful I smelled by the time I got home. I asked him out first.”
Bucky laughed. “You’re kidding.”
A wide grin spread across her face. “I wanted to make him mine before he could even think about another girl, so I went in one day and said, ‘When are you gonna take me to see a movie?’ Most guys wouldn’t have liked that, but Stan got a kick out of it. He’d tell the story to anyone who’d listen.” She paused. “I think what really scares me is that at some point, I’ll remember him for longer than I knew him, and I’m always gonna be…like this.”
“I’m gonna set your knuckle back in place now,” Bucky said, his voice low, almost contemplative.
Holly tensed, staring at the ceiling while Bucky pushed against her bruised knuckles. Bone clicked back into place. She groaned. Clenched her good hand into a fist, blinking away tears.
“Barely flinched,” he said. “You’re tougher than you give yourself credit for, doll.”
She smiled. “Thanks, Bucky.”
They were quiet as he finished bandaging her hand. The room was almost chatty though, buzzing overhead lights, ticking clock on the wall, a leaky pipe somewhere. Among them, a thought broke free from the confines of Bucky’s mind.
“Stan was lucky to have a girl like you waiting for him.”
Glassy brown eyes, wavering with the weight of the world, stared back at him in silence.
He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, Holly. I shouldn’t have—”
She kissed him, her bandaged hand caressing his cheek. Weeks of silently longing, lusting, and wondering, answered in full as she moved her lips against his. Nearly forgot to kiss her back until he felt her pulling away.
He placed his hand over her bandaged one, still tenderly cupping his face. The gauze was rough against his skin, a contrast to the pads of her fingers. He curled his fingers around hers, her blunt nails lightly scraping against his cheek.
She gasped against his lips. “John.”
A shiver rolled down his spine as he brushed his thumb over the bandage he’d just finished wrapping, her knuckle that he set back in place for her. All for her. And she kissed him first.
‘I wanted to make him mine.’
Mine.
Mine.
Her dulcet tone echoed in his head until he couldn’t think of anything but kissing her again, offering himself to her as the sole object of her affection.
Mineminemineminemine.
“Holly, baby—” He was trying so hard to be coherent, nearly choking on his words until finally uttering, “I’m all yours.”
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Ignihyde: When They're Sick
Broskis, do you know how hard it is to write about an advanced AI robot kid getting sick? I had to actually use my brain to figure out how it might work, but I’m proud of what I ended up with, so I guess it all ended well. Please do enjoy!
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Ignihyde: When They’re Sick
Oddly enough, when your diet consists of nothing but junk food, and you stay awake all night, it’s not uncommon to become sick. Idia knows this and tries to take somewhat decent care of himself, but it’s not going to stop him from eating noodles for every meal and sleeping after the sun has long since come up. In summary…Idia often finds himself sick from his own doing. This normally wasn't a problem since he could do online classes and had Ortho taking care of him, but when his beloved little brother happened to have gotten a virus somehow and was barely functioning. This meant Idia and Ortho were left to their own devices in trying to not die from a common illness and a computer virus.
Idia Shroud
Honestly Idia simply doesn’t care when he’s sick. Oh so he can’t sit on his computer all day without wanting to pass out? That’s fine, he has a handheld console and mobile games he needs to catch up on anyway. He isn’t the best at taking care of himself, which is why Ortho is normally the one to do it. When Ortho isn’t around…Lord help this man. He will be gaming even in death; health be damned. He will ignore all signs that his body is telling him to rest and continue to stay awake too late and chug energy drinks, even if he knows it’s going to make him worse.
How you found out he was sick without Ortho being there to inform you had to be some sort of magic. Idia is reluctant to even let you into the room, but he acknowledges the fact that you simply won’t leave and will bust down the door if he doesn’t; so he allows it. He’s going to be humiliated at the fact that you need to take care of him, and will constantly be saying that he’s gross and you shouldn’t get near or else you might get sick too. Ignore him and take care of the boy, he needs it. He can be scolded for self-deprecation when he’s all better, for now just assure him that he’s not gross and if you didn’t want to help him, you wouldn’t be there.
Honestly he doesn’t really need a whole lot of medication to make him feel better, the bare minimum is required. He might complain about it the entire time, but in the end he’ll take whatever you’ve brought. He swears up and down it won’t be very helpful, but after he starts feeling better he’s singing a different tune, but silently. He at least won’t complain when you hand him some pills anymore and take it without question. He’s going to call them stamina potions though to make himself feel better, saying he needs them to get rid of the sick buff he’s dealing with.
Unless you’re going to be chilling with him in his room for the entire time he’s sick, you’ll need to raid his bedroom and take away all the energy drinks, snacks, and instant noodles. They’re gonna make him feel worse but if he’s hungry and needs a boost of energy, he’s grabbing those when you’re not around. Thankfully he’s too ill and socially awkward to leave his room while he’s dying from a cold, so he won’t go out and grab things he doesn’t need. Leave him some healthy snacks and water bottles when you leave, and when you come to feed him make sure it actually has some nutritional value. His body might not know what to do with vegetables right away, but it’ll sort itself out in due time.
He doesn’t want to talk about it when he’s better; acting like it never happened is the best way to go about it. He will thank you a few times, and if you’re a gamer expect him to be sending you new skins for your characters, or dlc to your favorite games. He won’t say it’s for helping him while he’s sick, but you’ll know. He knows as well; and Ortho especially knows since the moment he’s back to normal he’s interrogating his brother about how he miraculously got better.
Ortho Shroud
Ortho isn’t going to be getting sick in the traditional way since he’s a robot, but something like a virus could cause some serious damage. Of course it doesn’t ever really happen, but sometimes things can’t be accounted for. One wrong site with the right kind of hacker and it’s over. Virus was installed and now Ortho is all out of sorts while Idia is trying to figure out how to get rid of it. If it’s a complex one…well it might take a day or two.
Ortho is still functioning to some degree, but his battery life keeps getting sapped and he’s constantly sitting on a charger and a little mopey that he can’t do what he normally does. It’s probably why he messaged you, since he can’t exactly assist his brother either. The moment you find out you better be over there to help out the little brother. The poor dear is going through it and doesn’t even know what’s wrong. For all he knows, it could infect his memory database and destroy everything he’s learned about you. So just sit there and help him out.
Laughter is the best medicine in this situation, so as long as you’re not bothering Idia, feel free to try and make Ortho feel more comfortable. Grab your phone and watch stupid cat videos, talk about something random that’s happened in your day, and play some multiplayer games on handheld devices. He’ll instantly be feeling lighter and more like himself, even if he does have to constantly reboot throughout the entire day.
While Ortho is rebooting or recharging and is offline, you might as well help Idia in any way you can. As long as that man is functioning, Ortho can be fixed. So maybe just bring him something to eat, maybe grab some water. It’s all for Ortho in the end anyway, and Idia will thank you for helping him. You might be asked to help him figure some simple things out, or check on Ortho as well.
Once the virus is cleared from his system he is going to be so energetic and asking to go and do things with you. He doesn’t even know how to begin repaying you for this, but he promises once he figures it out, he’ll let you know. He’ll be asking Idia for advice, but the poor man doesn’t have a single clue either. It’s the thought that counts, and just seeing Ortho being peppy and energetic again is all you really need, especially when you discover that nothing is permanently damaged in his hard drive.
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Lost and Found
Garreth Weasley x Ominis Gaunt
Tags: explicit | modern!AU | fluff | angst | loss of virginity | homophobia | heartbreak | happy ending
5.4k words
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Summary: A love story told in five scenes.
A/n: Inspired by this art and written for the Weasley Wednesday prompt: AU! It's been a while since I wrote Garrinis and I've missed them a whole lot. It's hard for me to write anything but fluff with these two because Ominis deserves the world and Garreth is perfect to shower him with love and happiness. Still, I managed to make myself sad writing it.
One: You Had Me At Hello
"Garreth…Garreth, you're staring again," Cora's voice came from behind him.
"Wha- oh, shit!"
Garreth's attention returned to the drink he was making, or rather making a mess of. That was one coffee he'd have to start again, much to the chagrin of both the customer and his supervisor.
"Garreth," Cora sighed. "You can't spend all day staring at him."
He nodded and muttered an apology, giving the customer a friendly smile as he picked up a fresh mug, but she was too distracted herself to notice. It had been three times in as many weeks that his eyes had wandered away from his job, and instead of his world-class coffee, he'd produced a syrupy, foamy mess all over his apron. Somewhat a fitting conclusion, considering the source of his disturbance and the absolutely lewd daydreams he'd been having.
Garreth couldn't take his eyes off him—goodness knows the blond was way out of his league and would likely turn up his nose so much as utter a single word to him, but that hadn't dissuaded Garreth from indulging in his fantasies. Ones where the boy's delicate, porcelain skin blushed under his own calloused and freckled fingers. He wondered what his voice sounded like, and that thought almost cost him the second macchiato he'd been making. Thankfully, he'd torn his eyes away just in time to deliver a mediocre drink to his loyal customer. He could practically feel Cora's eyes burning into the back of his skull.
"Take your break and go talk to him," she said, nudging him away from the counter.
"I'm not…I can't just go and talk to him…"
"Consider it a condition of your employment."
Garreth sighed, glancing back at her dark stare and crossed arms and deciding against an argument—she was deadly serious. He untied his apron and strung it over a hook in the staff room before steeling himself to do the impossible. What was wrong with him? He'd never felt this nervous around someone he found attractive before. Something about this mystery boy had his stomach in knots before he'd even come close to uttering a greeting, and when the time came that he stood in front of his table, Garreth was quite speechless.
He was even more radiant up close. The hint of blue eyes were cast down at a book as his delicate fingers traced over the…oh. There were no words on the pages, and only then did Garreth notice the white cane leaning next to the table.
Shit.
Well that certainly complicated things. Garreth was a decent looking bloke but now he had to entirely rely on his wit and charm. He was doomed. He must have stood there gaping for minutes before he summoned the courage to clear his throat.
"Er…hello," he said.
The boy continued reading, and Garreth cringed at his attempt at gaining his attention. Stepping closer to the table, he tried again, aware of Cora's scrutinising gaze on him from across the room.
"Hi! Sorry…," he mumbled.
The blond finally tilted his head towards his voice, revealing the most captivating blue eyes Garreth had ever seen. Devoid of pupils, they struck him as two swirling pools of crystal waters, icy hues with flecks of softest grey.
"Ah, yes, of course," the boy said, pushing his empty mug to the edge of the table.
Garreth had been too busy bumbling and losing himself in his eyes like some lovesick puppy, he'd somehow given the impression of being a member of staff. Well, technically that were true, but that's not why he'd approached. He should have said something, but apparently this boy rendered him completely and utterly useless.
"Thanks!" Garreth squeaked back, taking the mug and retreating behind the counter with a furious blush and a whole heap of embarrassment.
To say he'd never seen Cora more annoyed at him would have been an overstatement, but the way her pale face pinched into a frown only heightened his unease.
"He uh…thought I was staff," he mumbled.
"Yes, I can see that," she said, staring at the mug still clutched in his hand as if it were a priceless artifact.
"I swear to God, Garreth…if you don't talk to him properly I'll fire you."
"You wouldn't. What about my loyal customers? There'd be uproar!" he replied, only half joking.
"You're not irreplaceable, especially if you can't make a simple drink in his vicinity," she said, snatching the mug away.
Her attention diverted to serve a nervous young lady who'd obviously overheard the entirely unprofessional exchange. With a groan, Garreth steeled himself to again approach the source of his distraction. He didn't have a plan, as with most things, but at least he could put right his first mistake.
"Hello again! Sorry to disturb you, I uh…well, I wanted to say hello. I'm Garreth," he said, sticking out his hand which lingered awkwardly in the air.
Of course it was, he couldn't see it. Idiot.
Garreth lowered his hand and helped himself to a spare seat opposite the boy, who's finger paused on the raised bumps of his book. Heavens above, what was it about him that made Garreth so bloody nervous? Was it the way he held himself so elegantly? Those piercing eyes that couldn't see but appeared to stare right into Garreth's soul? The blond gave off an aura of propriety—he practically oozed old money. Not Garreth's usual type, considering his own scruffiness that never seemed able to be tamed. His wild, curly copper locks were in stark contrast to the boy's slicked back mane with not a strand out of place…except that little piece that fell in front of his eyes when he bent his head…oh. Shit, he'd replied. Say something, Garreth!
"Uhhhhh…"
"I said hello, Garreth," the boy repeated with a soft, amused smile. "I'm Ominis. How can I help?"
Ominis. He had a name, which was far more than Garreth deserved so far with his poor attempt at introduction. Of course he had the voice of an angel; how could he not when everything else about him was so utterly perfect?
"I thought I'd say hello. I've noticed you in here quite a lot."
"You have?" Ominis asked, placing his hands in his lap and giving Garreth his full attention.
"Yeah…you're one of the few customers that doesn't drink coffee," Garreth chuckled.
"Ah, is that the reason? I confess I'm more of a tea drinker, but I enjoy the ambience here," he said.
"Maybe you'd enjoy coffee more if I made it for you," Garreth said, his confidence growing.
"You're certainly welcome to try," Ominis chuckled.
His soft, melodic laugh sent a tingle down Garreth's spine.
"I will, next time you're here I'll make you the best coffee you've ever tasted."
"I look forward to being converted. So, Garreth…do you do anything besides make excellent beverages?"
"Oh, yeah. I study here, this is only a part-time job. I'm guessing you're a student, too?"
"I am. English literature," he said, though he didn't seem elated at the idea. "How about you?"
"Chemistry ...oh, and I'm in a band."
He cringed inwardly, and outwardly, too—that line always sounded so cool when he told it to girls, but somehow when presenting this information to Ominis it sounded...ridiculous. Juvenile. If Ominis thought so, he didn't show it, only smiling good-naturedly.
"What music do you play?"
"Nothing you're likely to enjoy…"
"How could you possibly know what music I enjoy?"
"Well…I suppose I don't. Only that you don't exactly dress like someone who listens to punk rock," Garreth replied lamely.
"Perhaps not, but it makes very little difference to me what I look like."
"Right…of course…"
"I enjoy most music, as long as there's feeling."
Garreth almost opened his big mouth to ask if Ominis would consider letting him play for him, but was saved the embarrassment by Cora's stern voice cutting through the dreamlike haze telling him to get back to work.
"I have to get back to work. Can I…?"
Ominis handed Garreth his phone before he could even finish the sentence, and Garreth grinned as he accepted it, typing in his number whilst wondering if he'd hear from him at all. Perhaps he was simply being polite, but the eagerness Ominis had shown was hard to conceal behind good manners.
"Lovely to meet you Garreth…?"
"Weasley. Garreth Weasley."
"I'm Ominis Gaunt."
Perhaps the name should have meant something to him, the way Ominis hesitated to say it, but all Garreth could think of for the rest of the day was the beautiful boy with the strange name.
-
Two: The Odd Couple
Ominis hadn't expected Garreth. He'd sprung out of nowhere when he least expected it, and made ripples through his otherwise stagnant life. Not just ripples, but a veritable tidal wave that dislodged Ominis from his melancholy and carried him to safer shores. One might be surprised to learn of Ominis and Garreth's relationship, but only when looking skin-deep. Apparently, their appearance was chalk and cheese, and their demeanours just as contrasting—and so, people called them odd.
Ominis disagreed wholeheartedly.
How could they be odd if their hands fit together so perfectly? How could they be strange when Garreth never failed to bring a smile to Ominis' face? The muscles in his cheeks felt as if they had atrophied from years of non-use, until Garreth came along and provided him with much needed laughter. Ominis hadn't realised just how much he enjoyed the warmth of another body before Garreth had held him. In the space of three months, he'd learned so much about himself, by simply being around Garreth.
And yes, he liked coffee now. But only when Garreth made it. One of his new favourite smells was the dark roast currently steaming in the mug he was cradling, the other happened to be the smell of cinammon and a hint of sulphur. Garreth's lab coat always gave off the most pungent odours after his classes, but it was still him.
Garreth was sitting on the floor of his bedroom as he often did, strumming his guitar. Today's composition was something pleasantly slow, a little sad, and terribly romantic. He could already feel the buildup of pressure behind his eyes that signalled an embarrassing show of emotion he tried hard to suppress, and the swell in his chest he so often associated with his boyfriend. He sipped his coffee and listened, allowing himself to feel anything and everything that the song's sweet melody elicited. As the last chord vibrated in the air between them, Ominis shifted on the bed and sighed, offering Garreth a soft smile.
"Beautiful," he said. “I could listen to your voice forever.”
“Hardly, but I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
The clunk of a guitar discarded against the wall preceded the warm and heavy weight of Garreth pressing between his legs, still kneeling on the floor. Warm hands encircled Ominis’s back as Garreth’s head was nestled into his thighs. Ominis smiled as he stroked those silken curls; another thing he'd not expected to enjoy quite so much. The rhythmic back and forth of his hand and the happy hums from his boyfriend let his mind wander, back to what he’d been mulling over during that rendition. Something terrifying and exciting that he craved more than anything.
Sex.
Three months was a long time to wait by anyone's standards, especially two men still riddled with teenage hormones. Garreth had been more than patient. It wasn't that Ominis didn't want to—very much the opposite. The days spent in each other's company were hard, but all the nights crammed into a single bed together were nothing short of agony. His heart yearned and his body ached for Garreth, yet so far he'd been a coward. Ominis had never been intimate with a soul; never had he allowed anyone else to touch him at his most vulnerable. It was a matter of trust to give oneself over to another completely, and whilst he trusted Garreth implicitly, Ominis had failed to gather the courage to ask for more.
Until tonight.
"Garreth?"
"Mhmmm?" he hummed happily from Ominis' lap.
"I'd like to sleep with you," Ominis said, trying to ignore his hammering heart.
"Of course. Let me just change the sheets…"
"No, I mean…"
"Oh."
No further explanation was required. Ominis felt the bed dip either side of him and Garreth's soft lips on his before he could draw another breath. His firm body pressed against him, warm and inviting under the numerous layers he wore. He'd have to dispose of those, once his hands stopped shaking. Garreth had all the restraint in the world as he peeled off Ominis' jumper, running slow kisses along his jaw, his neck, tongue finding his thumping pulse. Ominis tilted his head, so lost in his lips' caress that he hardly noticed his hands begin to unbutton Garreth's jeans or the rhythmic rocking of their hips.
Months of teasing and simmering tension had led to this moment; little wonder they were both stiff within seconds. The friction between their bodies set his body on fire, every inch restricted by these damned clothes felt like a prison when his skin burned to be pressed bare against Garreth's. His shirt was gently peeled from his shoulders and the fabric replaced by soft lips that tempted and teased. When Garreth nibbled his collarbone, Ominis lost all sense of self as he fell back on the bed and harshly shoved his own trousers down his hips. Gone was his calm, collected exterior; instead he lay bare, gasping and desperate to be touched.
"Garreth…," he sighed as the warm, gentle kisses trailed down his chest.
His muffled reply came as a hand wrapped around Ominis' cock and the most improper whimper left his lips. His world may have ended the moment he was enveloped by a warm, wet mouth. Garreth pulled salacious moans from him over and over again as his tongue flicked and swirled and whipped Ominis into a frenzy. His hands were in his hair, the sheets, grabbing anything he could as his hips bucked wildly into that amazing mouth, hitting the tight ring of muscle on more than one occasion. Garreth didn't seem to mind as he simply growled his approval whenever Ominis' cock slid down his throat. He needed to stop before he exploded right then and there, but how could he when it felt so good, so right, so utterly perfect?
"Stop, ah-! Stop, or I'll come," he managed to groan.
Garreth stirred in his lap, muffled moans vibrating against his length until his deliciously soft mouth left his cock with a pop. Ominis groaned, regretting his decision already, until Garreth's hoarse whisper filled his ears.
"Do you want to…take me, or…?"
Oh, yes. But more than anything, Ominis wanted to be on the receiving end of Garreth's touches. Underneath him, pressed into the mattress as his mouth and hands explored every inch they could reach whilst his cock buried deep inside him. He'd experimented, certainly, but his albeitly long fingers would be no substitute for what he knew Garreth sported in his trousers.
"I want you inside me."
His boyfriend growled with uncontained lust and Ominis' heart found its way into his mouth, suddenly apprehensive, nervous that Garreth might lose himself too soon. He needn't have worried—his caress was featherlight despite the heaviness of his breath and throbbing of his cock against Ominis' thigh.
"I'm going to get some lube now, okay?" Garreth said.
Ominis nodded, listening to the rummaging in the nightstand drawer. Those strong, calloused hands spread his legs, exposing him completely, yet he felt safe. Garreth was so gentle, whispering in his ear and exchanging sloppy kisses as his fingers teased and prepared him. Ominis arched his back and wriggled his hips for more, please. Garreth sensed his impatience and gave him a long, searing kiss as his fingers retreated, and replaced them with something far larger.
"Let me know if you want me to stop," Garreth whispered.
"I will. But I won't."
"Are you ready?"
"Yes…yes, please," Ominis gasped, surprising himself with just how pleading his tone was.
Garreth groaned into his mouth, his fingers in Ominis' hair as he pushed inside him. Fuck, it stung, but heavens above he felt incredible. He'd so far been trying to keep his audible pleasure as muted as possible, but the moan that left his lips vibrated off the walls and filled the room and surely far beyond. The last of his composure broke down as Garreth buried himself to the hilt, his hand cupping Ominis’ face as their foreheads pressed together. This was intimacy as he’d never known it; their noses brushed and soft sighs mingled in the air between them as Garreth let Ominis adjust to his size and relax around him.
“How does that feel?” Garreth murmured against his lips.
“Incredible. You’re incredible.”
Not ‘you feel incredible’, just ‘you are incredible’. Perhaps that was the closest he’d gotten to admitting his true feelings, which were both terrifying and all-consuming.
Three months, twelve days.
That’s how long it had taken Ominis to admit to himself that he was in love with Garreth Weasley.
-
Three: The Fall
Ominis couldn't help but smile whenever his phone read the words 'incoming call from- Garreth Weasley'. Perhaps he was a fool for falling so hard, so fast. He ought to rein in his feelings, lest he end up with a broken heart, yet Garreth was so easy to love. When Ominis was with him, he could forget the rest of the world; all of his worries, every crushing pressure that threatened to break his already fragile heart.
Ominis was no fool—he knew how others must view him. They saw his clothes, heard his name, and immediately thought they'd sussed him out as another spoiled trust fund kid with far too much money and very little else to offer. Some days, Ominis believed them. What would he be without his family, after all? A poor blind boy with a brilliant mind, but born into a cruel world rife with discrimination. Garreth only saw the Ominis he wished that he himself could perceive.
Ominis answered the phone the way he always did.
"Hello, sunshine."
The nickname seemed so befitting for Garreth that he found it hard to be embarrassed about it.
"Omi! Can you meet me after work? I have a surprise for you," his slightly fuzzy voice came through the speaker, no less beautiful amongst the static.
"Of course—five?"
"Yep, I'll see you then!"
"Was that all?" Ominis asked.
"I have to get back to work. Cora's on my arse to finish my break..."
"You know you could have just texted me?"
"Then I wouldn't have been able to hear your voice."
Ominis' cheeks burned as he exhaled a contained chuckle through his nose.
"I'm glad you did. See you later."
I love you.
Instead of saying that, he hung up. Perhaps the first time shouldn't be over the phone—it should be somewhere and sometime more befitting the gravity of the words. When Ominis was curled up in Garreth's arms after spending the night together, maybe. He'd had plenty of those, yet the words hadn't materialised. No matter, there was still plenty of time.
He had a couple of lectures to attend before meeting Garreth, but still time to pop by the library for a few much-needed books. He'd picked a challenging subject considering many of the books he'd study weren't available in braille. Some were available as audio books, and some had been miraculously made available to him by the good graces of the University—or rather, his father's heavy influence and deep pockets.
His phone vibrated in his coat as he walked the steps up to the library, and the robotic voice announced something far less desirable than a call from Garreth.
Speak of the devil…
'Incoming call from- Father.'
His gut twisted as it always did when he was forced to talk to his family. It would be unwise for him to simply ignore the call, as much as he wished to. With a great sigh, he sat down on a low brick wall and readied himself before answering the annoying buzzing with a terse greeting.
"Father. How can I help?"
"Ominis. How are you?"
As if he cared.
"I'm fine. How are you?"
As if he cared.
"Very well. I'm calling in regards to a rumour I've heard regarding your conduct."
"My conduct," Ominis stated bluntly.
"Yes, your conduct. How you conduct yourself about the University. Your company has raised some concerns."
"My my, father, if you have something to say then please be out with it," Ominis said, not sure we're his sudden confidence was coming from.
Perhaps it had bubbled up from the pit of rage in his stomach.
"You've been seen with some scruffy boy. In his dormitory, around the campus. Not only have you been indiscreet, your choice of partner leaves much to be desired."
"To whom?"
"To me, Ominis."
"And what, pray tell, is the purpose of your call?"
"You know very well. I'll not have you galavanting about with some boy like some poof."
"Ah, therein lies the problem. I am a poof."
"Despite your disappointment, you're still my son…but I will not tolerate such disrespect. I got you where you are now, boy, and I can reverse your good fortunes just as quickly. Goodbye, Ominis."
The line went dead before Ominis could spit back a retort; perhaps for the best given how furious he was—he must have been attracting quite a bit of attention. His hands were shaking such that his cane rattled on the stone pavement. Anger quickly became secondary to his fear—his father was many things, but he was not a man who issued idle threats. It didn't surprise him that he'd been keeping an eye on him whilst at University—likely under the guise of concern for his poor, blind son. Ominis knew the real reason, and his father had just made it abundantly clear with that phone call.
He must have sat on that brick wall for hours. He missed his first lecture, and decided to skip the second, retreating to his dormitory with a numb backside and an even more numb emotional state. He barely managed to get out of bed to meet Garreth after his shift. Of course he knew something was wrong with Ominis, his concern showing in the way he touched him more gently, the way his voice was softer and an octave higher. Ominis tried to put the conversation out of his mind, but how could he ignore something so life-altering? For a few hours, he put on a poor façade of contentment, whilst his mind slipped deeper into melancholy. He kissed Garreth that night as if the world was ending, and he was quite sure that it was.
-
Four: Gone
Six months. Six months it had been since his heart was ripped out of his chest and soul torn asunder. Garreth was by nature a happy person, full of optimism, but what Ominis Gaunt's departure left behind was a husk of his former self. His friends tried their best to help, but as soon as he was alone, Garreth let the darkness take him. He'd wallow for hours, days at a time, not quite knowing if he'd feel a desire to leave his bed again.
Ominis had left without a word. His phone number went straight to voicemail. His dormitory lay empty. Garreth had asked around and been told he had deferred a year, and that he would be back in September. Garreth wasn't sure if the thought comforted him or made it worse—he still wasn't sure as the month rolled around.
Things were a little better now, thanks to Cora. His job had been a godsend, truth be told, even if he couldn't help the surreptitious glances to the table that Ominis had once frequented. All Summer break, he'd thrown himself into his part-time job, his music, his art. All the little things that made him happy, despite the gaping chasm left in his chest. True, it sometimes felt hollow when he wrote a new song when Ominis wasn't there to hear it, and the drawings he made were often of him despite his best attempts at anyone, anything else. He was trying, though, and each day got a little easier…until the start of term approached.
"Don't go looking for him, Garreth," Cora said, face set into a hard stare.
"I won't," he promised.
He wouldn't go looking, but he might happen upon him whilst walking to and from lectures. Garreth wasn't sure what he wanted—perhaps just to know that Ominis was alright. He should hate him, but so far he'd not managed to muster the feeling. The first week came and went and Garreth didn't see Ominis. He didn't see him whilst crossing the courtyard outside the English building twice a day, nor in the coffee shop when he worked. He didn't find him lingering in the library or outside on the lawn in the shade of the oak tree he loved so much. If Ominis had returned, he was a ghost.
It wasn't until a week later that Garreth finally found him. He'd not even been looking, but the cane was hard to miss when it smacked into his leg.
"Ominis," he gasped, unbelieving.
The pressure built behind his eyes and his throat constricted; his heart hammered and breath grew shallow; there was no angry outburst nor demanding of an explanation, only relief and overwhelming hurt.
"G-Garreth?"
"Yeah, yeah it's me. Sorry, I'm in your way."
"You're not. Well, you are, but I'm glad you are."
A silence grew that Garreth didn't know how to fill, only able to stare at the boy he still loved and commit every edge, every mark, every pore to memory in case he didn't see him again.
"I'm so sorry," Ominis whispered.
Ah, there were the tears that followed the words he'd wanted to hear for the past six months. Garreth was weeping in the middle of campus, and he didn't care as Ominis' arms wrapped around him, hesitant and unsure. He wanted to ask him to hold him tighter, but this moment was fragile, and Garreth couldn't run the risk of breaking the spell.
"Tell me why you left, then you never have to see me again," he managed to say through the tears.
"I told you everything in my letter, it was the truth, but…things have changed, admittedly."
"What letter?"
"What do you mean? The letter I left for you before I…"
Ominis looked panicked as Garreth looked at him through bleary eyes, rapidly blinking away the tears as he tried not to follow suit.
"I didn't get a letter. Tell me you're joking."
"Why would I joke? I left you a letter explaining why I'd left. It was cowardly of me, I should have told you…you never got it? You never knew?"
"No, I never knew."
"Garreth…"
Ominis held him tighter, then, and Garreth squeezed him back. Garreth was sure his heart would soon burst from his chest or he'd simply throw up on the ground, but he managed to ask Ominis to sit with him. They sat on the grass where they'd shared their first kiss and Ominis told him everything that the letter contained. He'd pinned it to his door, but it had been taken before Garreth had a chance to read it.
"I believed my father when he said I'd amount to nothing without him. He's told me as much since the day I'd learned to talk. So I took a gap year, hoping that…you'd forget about me."
"So we can't be together because of your homophobic arsehole of a father?" Garreth asked furiously.
Ominis winced and shook his head with a sad smile.
"No, he's no longer a problem. I regretted my decision almost immediately but I admit I was too ashamed to return. I've spent the past few months working and saving enough money to cut ties with my family."
Ominis took a shaky breath before continuing, his piercing blue eyes fixed into the distance and pricked with tears of his own.
"I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I want you to know that it was you who gave me the strength to finally say no to my father. You…you made me feel more than just a shadow of him."
Garreth sat in stunned silence for minutes just watching the passersby. His brain ached with the deluge of new information. Everything was raw, shocking, unbelievable.
"Why didn't you find me and tell me?"
"Why would you want anything to do with me after I left?" Ominis asked.
"Because I love you. I love you and if I'd told you that maybe you wouldn't have left in the first place."
There it was; Garreth's heart laid bare. The truth he'd been too scared to tell Ominis before he left and spent half a year trying to deny.
"I love you too, Garreth. I always will."
He wasn't sure if that changed things, not yet—there was too much to mull over, too much to consider. Garreth stayed silent, simply placing his hand on Ominis' in the long grass.
"Garreth?" Ominis whispered into the breeze.
"Mmm?"
"I'll spend the rest of my life trying to regain your trust, if you'll let me."
-
Five: Forever
Forgiveness and love were said to be fickle things. Ominis hadn't thought he'd deserved the former. The latter was implicitly given; Garreth owned his heart, and had done so since the day they had met. The turbulent and beautiful and incredible years ran through his mind as he stood outside the room that would change the course of his life forever. Perhaps it would have been easier for Garreth to walk down the aisle, but Ominis was loath to rob him of his first look—it was the least he could offer. They had planned every detail for themselves, unshackled from the demands of his family and bolstered by the love and support of Garreth’s.
Ominis chose to hold the arm of a dear friend as he walked, the comforting warmth that stayed the shake in his hand a much better prospect than his cane. Sebastian had been an excellent best man so far, even if his stag ‘do left a lot to be desired. All was forgiven as Ominis wrapped his fingers around his forearm and took a deep breath that didn't fill the depths of his lungs.
“You’ve got this,” Sebastian muttered as the doors opened.
Why had they chosen such heart-wrenching music for this part? He was already fighting back tears and he’d barely stepped in the room. All Ominis could do was focus on his breathing and the tight grip he had around Sebastian's forearm. The walk was an eternity, made all the more agonising by the sobbing from Mrs Weasley, yet he finally made it to the end and was promptly scooped up into Garreth's arms. They'd not even exchanged vows and their lips were pressed together, holding each other as if the other might choose to bolt at the last second.
After that, it was all a blur. Words were said, tears were shed, and not one minute went by that Ominis' cheeks didn't hurt from smiling. He'd completely forgotten the vows he'd prepared, yet the right sentiments came spilling forth anyway. He'd told Garreth exactly what he meant to him; nothing short of his entire world. It was no secret what had transpired in their University years, yet it would only be mentioned briefly amongst the outpouring of love. The 'blip', as they called it, had shaped their relationship, their entire lives, but inevitably led them here. Ominis wouldn't change a thing, and neither would Garreth.
"You may now kiss," the registrar said to the eruption of cheers and claps.
Oh, thank God. Ominis clasped Garreth's cheeks so tightly he might have torn his head clean off his shoulders. Their first kiss as a wedded couple was quite the display, but Ominis couldn't quite bring himself to be embarrassed. It was hard to keep their mouths together amongst the grins spreading rapidly across their faces, and a clash of teeth later they pulled apart laughing and clasping hands.
Three years, eleven months.
That's how long it had taken Ominis to make Garreth Weasley his forever.
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Hello! I just want ya to know that u are my favorite writer for tdi in all honesty. I love how thought out your work is and how detailed it is. I saw that you wrote for Cody If so, could you possibly write a thing about how they would act if the reader was Chris’s favorite intern, and would sneak free gifts to help them in challenges (not that big just little small things) like a sweater for when they are somewhere cold, or a cookie if chefs cooking was bad. Could they also be confident and funny? (Strong reader supremacy).
I know you have a lot on your plate, it’s ok to deny or take as long as you need. Feel free to use this idea for other charecters :)
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☣ Aw that's so sweet to hear, tysm!! I never thought anyone would enjoy my writing so much so that's really lovely to hear 🫶 I try my best to write well thought out stuff bc I honestly enjoy thinking about it lol
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Summary: Reader gives Cody their jacket at Yukon + general headcanons.
☢︎ | Total Drama | ~1k words | gender-neutral reader
♡ | Cody
⚠ | haven't rewatched the episode so I'm only writing the episode as I remembered it with the help of the wiki lol
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⚠︎ | setting: Total Drama: World Tour
Cody really likes being around you.
You emit energy that just gives him that daily boost.
Whether it's your confidence and lightheartedness or a good joke, he usually has a smile while hanging around you.
He also likes to join in on playing the comedian with you if he feels creative, so you're a fun duo!
He's curious why Chris likes you so much.
I mean, he can see why, you're like, the best person ever to be around, (in his opinion) but still.
And you're kind enough to share anything extra with him!
You got him by a surprise when it first happened, as at the time you were friendly, but only briefly spoke to each other.
Next on the trip list was "Yukon". You knew it was gonna be cold.
But being the TV host's favorite intern wasn't that bad, you knew you were probably gonna get decent clothing.
As you expected, the temperature was freezing. But of course, Chris couldn't be cold, so he got himself a cozy and stylish jacket.
You and Chef also got the blessing of getting something warm to wear, unlike the rest of the campers.
You felt some hope after Chris announced that he ordered the jackets for the others, but it quickly washed away when you heard his response to Heather that "they should arrive in six to eight weeks".
You sighed, but ultimately you were helpless to do anything.
You took a liking to Cody, he was fun to be around and you thought his "tough man" was both entertaining and kinda sweet. I mean, at least he tried, right?
You started talking in the short moments when you both had a break and a chance to interact with someone in between the challenges.
You never went out of your way to help anyone as it was technically cheating, but you felt like you had to do something when you saw Cody freezing after he fell into the cold water and Sierra had to rescue him.
You saw her throw him on the land from the floating ice block, thinking he's somewhat safe now, until you heard the abrupt sound of him hitting the nearby mountains which made you cringe from the secondhand pain.
Once the camera focused on the other contestants trying to make it through the challenge, you sneakily approached Cody, who was visibly shaking while laying on his back and processing what just happened.
"Oof- Dude, you alright?" You hovered above him with a concerned look on your face.
"Y-Y/N?" He managed to stutter out while the cold tried to shut up him up.
You offered him a hand so he could get up, to which he accepted with a shaking grip.
Without a word, you gave him the only thing you had on you, your jacket.
"T-That's for me?" He asked, a bit in disbelief for your kind act.
"Of course, I can't let you freeze to death." You quickly explained with a smile on your face.
"But what about you?" He questioned once more, seeing as you had nothing else to put on.
"Hey, I haven't fallen into the freezing water, did I?" You pointed out, although you appreciated him worrying about you as well.
"R-Right." He flashed a shaky smile and extended his hand as you passed him the clothing item.
"T-Thank you." He tried to keep his teeth from grinding, which stopped as soon as he put it on.
The cold was still biting your ass, but at least you felt good knowing he wasn't about to die anymore.
Cody started to feel a bit awkward seeing you start to shake, though.
"Hey- now that you're the one being cold, I feel kinda selfish here." He admitted, halfly-joking.
You took a second before responding.
"Well- There's always an option with huddling for warmth" You responded, also halfly-serious. You didn't mind close contact and free warmth, so you hoped Cody wouldn't either. "Unless you got cold feet."
You heard a slight chuckle come out of his lips after your words.
"Okay. But only to break the ice." He put on a grin which showed his goofy tooth gap. He was pleasantly surprised with the amount of casualness from you, but also a bit lost on how to act, so he resorted to lightning up the mood as well.
You reciprocated the giggle and stepped closer, feeling his body against yours.
He hesitated a little, but finally embraced you into his arms.
"Don't let Sierra see you though, you might make some enemies with her after that." He warned you only slightly serious about it.
Cody was far more casual and friendly with you after that one kind gesture.
And with time, he began to see you as legit one of the closest people he got to meet on the show.
But the thing that made him enamored in you was when you got to his heart through his stomach.
You knew that the teams had to endure Chef's horrible cooking each time they lost, and you were glad when you didn't have to worry about the food being a probable cause of your death when Chris gave you your share of the meals.
So, naturally you also wanted to grant that opportunity to your close acquaintance as well.
Per usual, you approached Cody after you had a moment to yourself.
"Hey Codemeister, what's up?" He turned his head towards you as he heard the familiar tone of your voice.
"Y/N, hey!" His face lighted up and he straightened his back to properly look at you while sitting on the crappy, wooden seat,
"Had your dinner already?" You asked casually, sitting next to him.
"If that's what you call it- yeah." He cringed at the economy class food. "Why?"
"Well, I just had this cookie that i conveniently kept for you, so..." You slightly teased as your hand slowly got the packaged, delicious goods out of your pocket.
"What, dude, no way!" He gasped slightly as he saw the cookie in it's glory. "It's mine?"
"Yeah." You nodded with a smile, already happy about his excited reaction.
"You're amazing!" He attacked you with a hug without thinking twice.
You felt Sierra staring daggers at you.
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Pairing: Camboy! Hanse x Cam! Afab Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut
Summary: Everyone has certain needs, but in his world of money and lust Hanse surely didn’t need love. Or so he was convinced until he paired up with you.
Warnings: Camboy/camgirl themes, masturbation, Hanse is a little bit mean (in only the best of ways I have problems okay), some teasing sexual and verbal, some manhandling, dom/sub themes, oral (fem receiving), rough sex, fingering, protected sex, some cum play (cum eating), dirty talk, degradation, cursing, sex toys, overstimulation, crying, a little pain, squirting, praise, dirty talk, use of the terms doll and sweetheart, drooling.
Word Count: 5395
Hanse’s brow was raised, continuing to silently sip on his glass of whiskey as he listened to Sejun speak as both a friend and manager. He’d been listening to the man rattle off this plan for the past half hour at this point and frankly he was running out of ways to rephrase his suggestion. It almost pained Hanse to watch at this point...almost, but then again if he was going to suggest what he did Hanse was gonna let him suffer just a little for it. Eventually however, enough was enough, Hanse sighs and puts the glass down.
“You know I like to work alone, Sejun, so why are you asking?” Hanse asks, arms crossing over his chest as he watches nonchalantly as Sejun huffs, arms dropping dramatically to his sides.
“Please Hanse, she needs to catch a break. She’s good, she’s just stuck in the early phase. The one where its only the same old creeps every time. Just help her build a bit of a rep that’s all I ask. She could really use it.” Sejun practically begs and while it wasn’t really Hanse’s thing he couldn’t really say no to his friend like this.
“Send me her profile. I’m not agreeing to anything, but I’ll take a look at her at least.” Hanse concedes at least that much, getting his friend to back off slightly for the time being, “Why are you so invested in her though?”
“She’s my newest client!” Sejun beams, “Well I guess I should say she’s my second client considering before it was just you.”
“What? Did I not pay well enough? Cause if that’s the real issue I can fix that.” Hanse offers still somewhat looking for a way out, to no avail.
“No. No, nothing like that. I just wanted to start branching out some and she seemed like the perfect person. Like I said though she needs help getting out there. Come on Hanse, consider it a favor to me.” Sejun’s comments make Hanse roll his eyes, mumbling something about how he never should have hired his friend.
“Hey I said I’d look at her profile or whatever. Get off my ass and I’ll think about it. I’m not making any promises though.” Hanse tries to wave him off again, but with Sejun it seems as though that’s rather pointless as he thanks the man as if he’d already fully agreed to any and everything.
Still Hanse had agreed to take a look at your profile and so he would. At the very least he might be able to lend you some advice through his friend and perhaps be enough to end Sejun’s begging even if he didn’t quite agree. Sejun had sent the link, all he had to do now was click around the familiar website to take in all the various aspects of your profile while savoring his whiskey as he did any night off...and a few on.
He had to hand it to you, for someone so new your profile was very well put together. Though perhaps Sejun had helped you with that as well. Between saying and showing just enough to tease to interacting with the right amount, and even scheduling things when you should expect a decent amount of traction your profile looked good. Which did peak the man’s curiosity...why weren’t you getting more attention? Scrolling through posts he weeded through pictures of lingerie, toys, aesthetic images, and even kinky texts to find an image of your body. Sucking a breath in through his teeth as he brought his glass up again, throat suddenly running dry. You were gorgeous, breathtaking even, so there was no reason in hell or on earth itself you shouldn’t be drowning in followers or even notice. Yet, he hadn’t heard or seen you anywhere. Which only left him one last thing to check, a stream. He pulled up a recording of a past stream of yours to see if perhaps there was something about being on camera that you couldn’t nail down, only to find nothing yet again. Falling back in his chair with a huff, noticing that he had started to grow hard even. Something that he often had much more control over by this point, that fact speaking volumes about you. He was stumped though, not knowing what advice to give his friend. Hanse pulls his phone out with a sigh knowing he might just regret this, but pulls up his friend’s name anyway to send him a text.
Hanse: Go ahead and send her my profile. Shoot the idea by her. If she’s down then we’ll MEET. This whole thing is going to be on my terms though and my terms only.
Sejun: Of course! I already talked to her about connecting her to someone though, she seems down, but I’ll send your profile her way.
Hanse shakes his head deciding to go distract himself from the possible regrettable decision he just made before he could overthink it too much. Meanwhile you were getting a late night email from Sejun, your newest helper and manager. Noticing how he talks up his friend and client Hanse, including his profile and the potential to work together soon even. Sure you had been onboard with Sejun’s suggestion, trusting him completely on that. Yet now you suddenly felt nervous over the fact there was a potential option for that. Still, you decided to open the link and take a look for yourself.
Your first thought is shock, more in the sense that his presence seems to be the polar opposite of yours. Not that that necessarily means anything, being on cam is about putting on a show whether it’s truly you or not. Still the man was breathtaking and looked like trouble compared to your more sweet, innocent image. When Sejun had suggested it you expected another person with a soft image, not that you were complaining by any means. No, in fact, maybe you should thank him for this. Perhaps mixing some trouble in was exactly what you needed. At the very least it could get you some attention. Though this man’s screaming presence of danger was doing anything but scare you off, only enticing you more.
Y/N: Sejun, set up the meeting. You have my schedule and all. Just don’t let me meet me alone in a back alley or something creepy. Cause I might actually agree to do some questionable shit in the presence of that man.
Sejun: I told you! See I know what you like better than you even do! You can trust me though, I wouldn’t suggest him if I thought you’d be in any real danger. Though I will warn, he might be a little...mean.
Y/N: Mean can be hot... if it’s in the right way. Either way I’ll meet with him and if it’s not something I can handle then we’ll call it off. I trust you though. 😊
You hadn’t lied to Sejun about your trust in him. Still, the way butterflies were going every which way in your gut right now over just the thoughts of what this man might be like had you nervous. As if you were fawning over your first high school crush and scared to lose your virginity to him or something, utterly ridiculous kind of nervous. Especially for a camgirl. This was a business meeting goddamn it, between two working and professional adults. Very attractive adults mind you, but that shouldn’t be enough to have you restless through the night. Logical reasoning didn’t seem to win out this time though and so your eyes drifted over to your bedside table, pulling out a vibrator and finding the perfect video off that profile to pair with it. Even if you and him didn’t enter a business relationship, you were quite thoroughly fucked, this man would be your new addiction. Especially if you slept this well after getting off to his videos was more than just a one time thing.
Sejun wasted no time in coordinating arrangements between you two, making a group chat to send out date, time, and location. Letting you both finally get each other’s name. Though your heart stopped for a moment when Hanse got adamant in the group chat that he would meet you alone without Sejun’s pushy personality there to be any sort of outside influence. Instead that you’d both fill him in once you had met and talked one on one. You still trusted that Sejun wouldn’t put you in danger and that if anything did happen he would come running at the simplest of texts, but that didn’t mean you weren’t anxious over the thought of meeting Hanse like this.
Stepping into the hotel you and Hanse were planning to meet in you knew there was no going back now. Picking up your key from the front desk and making your way up to the room, opening it to silence and so you had to will your voice into working and speak up. Not that it entirely kept the nervous tremble out of it.
“Hello? Hanse, are you here?” You question as you shut the door behind you and glance around as you start to step in.
“I am. Just getting comfortable. Don’t be shy.” Hanse calls from deep inside the room, giving you a direction to go towards only to stop in your tracks when you actually see him.
Hanse was lounging back on the couch in the room, letting the setting sun cast in through the window and over his bare skin. Chest and legs bare and tattoos on display with simply a blanket haphazardly thrown over his lap. A glass of whiskey in hand as he raises a brow at your stunned form, snickering around the rim of the glass as he brings it up for another sip before holding it up in gesture.
“Would you like a glass? You seem... tense.” He offers picking up on your body language rather easily and trying to ease you into this setting. Even if he wasn’t necessarily all that interested in having anything to do with you he had no intentions of being cruel.
“Slightly... more so stunned than otherwise. A glass might help though, you’re right.” You agree with a small nod, watching as the man languidly begins to move again. Gasping softly, yet not enough to go unheard it seemed, when he stands and the blanket falls to show that he had nothing on at all.
“Stunned? And why is that?” The shit eating grin on Hanse’s face showed he wasn’t entirely clueless to the reason why, but his ego wanted to hear you say it. Watching closely as he poured you a glass wondering if he was going to scare you away like this.
“I didn’t quite expect you to be so...forward.” You admit, feeling as if your skin was burning as you reached out to take the glass from him. As hot as you felt in this moment however, you weren’t going anywhere, not until you saw this through.
“I assumed you did your research and so there would be no reason to hide anything. So why not be fully comfortable?” Hanse shrugs as he takes his seat again, not bothering to put the blanket back over himself this time however, “Besides, I’m a very blunt, forward person. Is that going to be a problem?”
You shake your head, taking a gulp of the whiskey and letting it burn down your throat and hopefully kick in as you will yourself to go sit on the couch along with him, just at a bit of a distance still.
“It’s not. Blunt can be good, you know where you stand. I like that. Besides I had no idea at all what to expect, so I probably would have been shocked no matter what.” You out yourself slightly, causing Hanse to chuckle. He had to admit though you were handling all of this better than he expected.
“Well I had some time to settle and get comfortable. I’ll let you have the same. You tell me when you’re ready and then we’ll talk business.” He extends the courtesy to you, watching as you remove your jacket and shoes, moving to somewhat mirror his stance and lay back a little bit.
“I’m fine, we can go ahead and talk now.” You assure him, hearing how he hums the glass and finding that even that is attractive. Even if now is not the time to be getting turned on, not that he was helping that with his appearance currently. You were proud of how well you had done focusing on his face however.
“So I know what Sejun had said, but the reason I wanted to get you alone was to ask you what you’re really expecting from this if we were to work together? Don’t bullshit me either, I’ll know.” Hanse watches you closely as you sip the drink before leaning your head against the back of the couch.
“Because I’m tired of seemingly wasting my time. I’m not miserable camming, but like doing anything long enough without really being appreciated takes a toll. Especially when the whole point it to be noticed.” You respond with a shrug, “I’m not a quitter don’t get me wrong, but it was starting to get to me. So if I’m going to keep doing this then I need to do it right. That’s what I want to get from this. Maybe neither of us ever shows in the other’s videos, but if you can just help me with advice or anything so I know I’m actually doing this shit right...then that’s what I want.”
“You’re not just here to make money getting your back blown?” He can’t help but to tease watching you almost choke in shock at his question, despite picking up on how genuine you seemed to be, “Seriously though, advice or assistance I can do easily. Perhaps even a collaboration, I’d just like to make sure you and I are on the same page though.”
“Of course. I’m fine with that too. I just know that just because someone shows it all off on the internet doesn’t mean they wanna fuck someone they don’t really know.” You take a turn at speaking bluntly now causing Hanse to raise a brow before setting down his glass as he finishes his drink.
“I mean I’m a rather sexual person and I figured I wasn’t the only one with needs so why not make some money off it. After all... I’m not exactly shy.” He snickers holding his hand out to take your glass as well when he notices you’re finished.
“Don’t we all. I do wonder though...and if this is too personal feel free to pass up an answer, I just don’t know anyone else who cams to ask. Does it ever get lonely? I mean I’ve been single a long time and this covers those needs, but I can’t image its an easy thing for someone to accept when you start dating them.” Your question catches Hanse off guard for a moment, looking over you for a moment as if to gauge if you had hidden reasons for asking.
When he doesn’t pick up on anything he decides to humor you with an answer after the honesty you’ve given him so far, “No. Well not to me anyways. I’m not for all that mushy, gushy, love shit. I gave it a try and learned that it’s a lie. A way for people to manipulate and take advantage of each other and I refuse to be naïve enough to believe in it anymore. I find other ways to care for my needs and between that and having friends my life is complete.”
Hanse sighs, noticing your stunned expression again, the way you blink over at him wide eyed in response. Your face falls slightly, almost becoming a puppy dog face and he shakes his head slightly not waiting for you to speak up again before he does.
“Don’t tell me you believe in that fairytale love story shit. Why would you need any of that crap?” Hanse crosses his arms watching your expression fall further, almost feeling perhaps he had been a little too harsh with his words when it seems as if you might cry.
“I mean I don’t need it. I don’t have it now and I’m living life just fine and happy... that doesn’t stop me from wanting it though. If that’s not for you then fine, live like that. It’s not for me though.” You speak softly, enough so that Hanse realizes he did overstep slightly, but not enough to make you cry.
“Fair enough.” He backs down, not sure why he cares if your feelings were to be hurt by his view, but finding that he does, “Would you like to talk about anything else? Or should I go ahead and update Sejun? I’ll show you the email before I send it so you can confirm.”
“That’s fine. If we think of anything else we can shoot a text or meet up again.” You agree, Hanse picking up on how you still seem to shrink back some now that you’ve grown quiet in response yet letting it be. Who was he to care anyways? He didn’t know you that well. Besides, it was probably just a physical response to finding you attractive and not his problem.
Hanse drafting up an email to Sejun outlining what the two of you had briefly talked about in terms of an agreement, handing you the laptop after to allow you to look over it and make adjustments as you saw fit before he sent it off. Allowing a moment of silence to settle for a moment before deciding to take a chance, wanting to test something out and see if that was just a physical response.
“You know... the room is booked for the whole night so we might as well make use of it don’t you think?” Hanse’s inquiry makes you pause, staring at him for a moment to see if maybe you were understanding incorrectly or not.
“And just what are you implying Hanse?” You raise a brow at him causing him to lean into your space with a deep chuckle.
“What do you think? After all, I said I was a sexual person. Plus we both agreed we’re not opposed to working together like that and we’re attractive, so why not consider this a chance for a test run?” Hanse plops down on the edge of the bed now, leaning back onto his palms as he watches your reaction.
Your actions contradicting as you shake your head, but move close to him, “I can’t believe I’m about to agree to this when you just fucking insulted me the way you did.”
“What? You want me to make it up to you now?” He can’t help but be smug as he looks up at you when you step between his legs, “Give me ten minutes and I bet you won’t even remember your name, let alone anything you’d have to be mad at me over.”
“Oh is that so? And what if I said I don’t believe you? You might know how to cam, but that doesn’t mean you know how to fuck. Who says you even know your way around a woman?” You seem to strike a nerve, which may have slightly been the point so as to get him back a little bit for his earlier attack towards you.
Hanse growls under his breath, though whether it was a remark towards you or simply a sound of irritation you couldn’t decipher as he instantly reaches to pull your top off. Fully intending to follow through on the light hearted promise he made more just messing around, but now a matter of pride due to your challenge. Your pants are quick to follow, it crosses your mind for a fraction of a second that perhaps Hanse had some intention of this all along seeing as how he had been naked from the start. Not that the man in question leaves you anytime to ponder over that. Hanse stands while his hands grip at your hips, quickly swapping your positions so that you’re on the bed with him standing now. Shoving you back onto the bed a tad harsh, a bit from irritation as his pride acts up, but also due to knowing that as you fall back no harm will come with the bed behind you.
Hanse’s hands moving down from your hips to your legs, fingertips just barely grazing over the flesh before firmly gripping your knees. He spreads your legs, eyes focusing in on your clothed cunt. Getting down on his knees he leans in closer, hands pressing up your inner thighs and spreading you out as much as he could, not wanting to leave you any room to move away as he places a kiss to your panties. Pressing his tongue flat against your entrance letting it sit there as saliva pools and mixes with your arousal to form a wet patch rather quickly. Hanse moves to slowly drag his tongue up then only stopping again once he gets to your clit, letting the fabric grow damp before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking, the sensation overwhelming you for a minute. You’re suddenly very grateful that he had taken a second before doing that as even the wet fabric rubbed against your clit slightly rough. Not that you thought you should expect anything different from the little you did know about Hanse. His tongue pressing against the bud while it’s still trapped in his mouth, putting more pressure before swirling around it for a minute. Pulling away with a pop as he looks up at you moving one hand away from your thigh and holding it out to you.
“Give me your hand.” He requests leaning his head against your thigh as he waits for you to listen. You raise a brow not sure what he was wanted, but reaching out anyways letting him guide your hand between your legs, having you pull your panties aside. “Stay just like that. Out of my way.”
Without waiting another second his mouth is on you again, tongue teasing your entrance before curling in as he watches your reactions. He presses closer with each movement, his nose brushing against your clit and when it makes you cry out, fingers tightening around your panties to not reach out and tug at your hair he grins against you. Deciding that while he was planning on breaking you down as quickly as possible he could tease just a hair when he noticed what you liked, making sure you knew just how good he could treat you. Pressing into you a little firmer before shaking his head and moaning against you when you tense up as a result.
“Cum on my tongue sweetheart, you know you want to. Don’t worry, I won’t stop not until you’re shaking.” Hanse’s voice is almost gentle in comparison to his actions as he mumbles them against your core, the vibrations from each word spoken deeply causing a sharp spike of pleasure to shoot up your spine. Arching for him in effect, free hand reaching up by your head to grip at the sheets as your moans increase in volume.
Part of you hated giving in so easily to him, but you were so ill-prepared for how good he’d actually be that you were helpless to the pleasure he drowned you in now. Hanse knew just how to pull the string tight and make it snap so quickly it seemed as if he didn’t even have to try. Pulling back once you cum, just enough to stand though. He pushes away the hand gripping your panties replacing it with his and forcefully pulling them down your legs before taking his place between them again. His grin shit eating as he looks down into your glazed over eyes.
“Look at how pliant you are for me. Talking all this shit just to be a good girl the second someone touches your slutty little cunt, huh?” He toys with you licking over his middle two fingers before slipping them down and into your cunt with one smooth motion. When he curls them just right to make you arch again, withering in sensitivity his other hand slips under your back to unclasp your bra. “And you thought I wouldn’t know how to treat a woman. Are you eating your words now baby?”
“F-Fuck you Hanse!” You grit out between clenched teeth, he knows it’s not from anger however, but instead you trying to hold back your sounds.
“Oh you will sweetheart, when I feel like it though.” Hanse chuckles, fingers pulling out and teasingly pinching at your clit before he walks away to go get a condom from the bedside table, tossing a wand vibrator besides you as well making you gasp.
“You fucker! You fucking planned this didn’t you?” Your tone is breathy, eyes widening at him in disbelief as he simply shrugs, rolling the condom on.
“I wouldn’t say planned, but I wanted to be hopefully prepared in case it were to.” He admits, thumb moving to rub your clit and line himself up. He hesitates, however, due to the way his heart stutters looking into your eyes when they glaze over with lust and pleasure again. Not sure why his chest suddenly felt tighter than his pants would have in this situation, yet he almost felt panicked at the thought of looking into your eyes right now. So he wouldn’t, playing it off instead as he flips you over onto your stomach, feet hitting the floor as you bend over the edge of the bed.
He teases his tip through your folds as he leans over you, reaching for the vibrator he had tossed besides you earlier, clicking it on and placing it into your hand before guiding that to your clit as he slowly pushes in inch by delicious fucking inch, “I’m going to fucking break you doll. Fuck you so good you’ll be begging me to do shows with you ever night from now on.”
You were already falling apart beneath him before he even moved, Hanse’s free hand gripping at your hair and pressing your face further into the sheets when you moan out so loud that they might be hearing from the hotel for noise. Not that he cared much, but perhaps you had dignity to spare. The thought making him question his motives yet again, after all, why the fuck did he care?
“Please.” Your choked out sob caught his attention, leaning down to catch a glimpse of the tears glittering in your eyes and he swore he almost busted right then despite the amount of control he’d built over the last few years.
“This doesn’t work like that doll. You gotta speak up, tell me what you want sweetheart. Be good enough and maybe, just maybe, I’ll be nice and actually give it to you before I get what I want.” He mocked as if you didn’t both want the same thing in this moment.
“Please move Hanse. Fuck! Please, I’m begging. I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t barely walk out this room. Fuck me so well my body commits it to memory.” Your tone of voice along with the way your hips wiggle just slightly convinces him enough, and while typically he’d be the type to punish someone for this you were being too good right now for him to care. No, he’d have all the time to mold you into his perfect little submissive on camera later. For now this was enough for him.
His hips started moving quick and hard, drilling your hips into the bed with each thrust. Hitting deep enough that just the slightly twinge of pain sounded in through the ringing pleasure, something you found yourself loving though. Each roll of his hips making your free hand claw at the sheets as you felt a high rush towards you quicker than you thought was possible to stop even if everything else did in this moment. Hanse noticed too, feeling you getting impossibly tighter around him.
“Let go doll, but don’t move the toy away. You’re going to give me one more before we’re done, like the good girl you are for me now.” His tone softens with you, seeing the way you seem to shatter beneath him, leaning down to kiss your temple, something he never did. The action seemed to be what set you right off though, Hanse praising you through it, “There you go. You’re so perfect when you cum on my cock for me. Give me one more doll.”
Hanse reaches down to slip his fingers between yours when he notices you clawing at the sheet again, gripping onto your hand tightly while his face stays close to yours watching how you’re drooling now. His free hand sliding over yours on the vibrator again, noticing how it trembles along with your thighs and wanting to make sure you’re soaking up every ounce of possible pleasure right to the very end.
“Come on sweetheart, cum for me again. I’m about to cum too, but you first.” He watches you nod blindly, cumming around him with a gush of wetness squirting around his cock and he pulls out leaving the vibrator there until he’s drained every drop from you. He’s quick to toss it away so as not to hurt you, not knowing your limits quite yet. His condom goes next, pumping his cock a few times before he’s cumming hot ribbons across your back and ass making you twitch at the sudden feeling.
Hanse shudders at the sight before pulling it together again, well mostly. He can’t help but lean down though, tongue licking over your form and scooping up his cum. He gently cradles your neck, guiding you into a kiss in your dazed state, kissing you deeply to share his cum with you. Feeling pride swell in his chest for some reason when you swallow.
“There’s a good girl. Stay here and take deep breaths. I’ll be right back.” Hanse assures you taking note of your whiny nature and going to get a warm washcloth along with a water bottle. Coming back to look over you, while he wasn’t emotional he wasn’t heartless especially not with someone who submitted to him. Taking note of how it seemed you had subbed out a bit at this point and using cleaning you with a few scattered kisses as a way of assessing how far you had dropped and helping start to ease you back.
Hanse wraps a good blanket around you before carrying you to the couch, giving you the water and bringing the snack box from the other side of the room so you could get what you wanted while he changed most the ruined sheets with the spares he had requested due to “getting cold”, as if it wasn’t going to be obvious what you both were up to. Carrying you back to bed and tucking you in before getting under the covers with you, watching you snuggle into his side and blinking owlishly.
“Hey...you with me?” Hanse questions softly, running his fingers through your hair and gently working out some knots from earlier. “What’s your name sweetheart?”
You take a moment to respond before humming softly, “Y/N.”
“Good job, and do you know where you are right now?” He pushed a little further, not wanting you to sleep until he was sure how you were doing.
“Yeah... hotel with you, getting the best dick of my life.” You mumble against his side causing him to chuckle as his grin returns.
“Perfect. Get some sleep now, you did amazing doll.” He watches as you almost immediately pass out realizing that didn’t give him any of the answers he was hoping for. In fact, if anything he seemed to have even more questions now.
One thing seemed for certain however, if he stuck around you he would be well and truly fucked. If you were going to fuck him up though...then he sure as hell would return the favor.
To be continued....
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happy ending myth: a steve harrington story
ch. 2 pancakes & death
chapter 1
summary: you make steve harrington pancakes and vecna takes another victim. steve and robin have a conversation about love. nancy wheeler witnesses the death of fred causing steve to feel the need to swoop in. the gang meets up to figure out where to go next.
pairings: best friend!eddie munson, close friend!max mayfield, slowburn!steve harrington
warnings; mild violence, curse words, anxiety, pls let me know if i missed anything
word count: 5,074
a/n: currently i am editing chapter 3 and writing chapter 4. this was supposed to be four parts but that was a lie. i am not sure how many chapters it will be anymore lol. again i hope you all enjoy and i am really excited for the next chapter cause lucas joins the group.
Morning light crept through the drapes in your bedroom as you opened heavy eyelids. The sound of soft snoring could be heard from the body that you appeared to be spooning. Lifting your arm slowly off Steve you then wiped the sleep off your eyes to see him sleeping peacefully as the little spoon. A smile formed on your face as you slowly made your way out of the bed and into the kitchen. It was 7am and you were used to waking up this early, ever since your parents left you to fend for yourself. The anxiety of being late for school had become a constant feeling that you just couldn’t shake. This anxiety became the reason you were always up when the sun was.
As you hummed “Super Trooper” by ABBA, you began to make some pancakes. Bennett was still fast asleep near Steve’s face and you refused to disturb such a lovely sight. You made enough pancakes for the two of you and made your way to the windowsill that was right next to the biggest window in the trailer. The trailer park was once again quiet… the cops were long gone from the scene. Crime tape still littered the front yard of the Munson trailer and it was only then you thought of Eddie’s uncle.
That poor man worked his ass off day and night to make sure that Eddie had somewhat of a stable life. The two of you often exchanged friendly waves as he left for his early work shifts. A normal tired expression on the man's face no matter what time of day it was. You began to get lost in thoughts about Eddie and how he was doing.
Steve Harrington couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten decent sleep. So when he woke up to the smell of pancakes in a bed that wasn’t his, he panicked a little. The purring cat next to his head sent a wave of calm through him as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He tried his best not to disturb Bennett but the smallest movement caused the cat's green eyes to open. “Sorry buddy, I was trying to not wake you up.” His tone was hushed as if he was talking to a baby.
Making his way out of the bedroom, he spotted you sitting with your legs crossed and a cup of coffee in your hand. You were staring out the window, lost in thought as he cleared his throat to get your attention. The sound caused you to look in his direction with a smile that made him feel warmth in his chest.
“Good morning! I made some pancakes and coffee. It’s going to be another long day and we need to be as alert as possible.” You took another sip of your coffee before getting up and walking toward Steve.
Running his fingers through his bed head he smiled softly at you and grabbed a pancake.. He wasn’t sure of the last time someone had made him breakfast. With his parents gone and his mother never being one for breakfast, this all felt weird. “It’s been so long since I’ve had real pancakes.” He smirked before letting out a small laugh. Thoughts ran through Steve’s head: Why was he so nervous yet so open in front of you? He wasn’t even able to talk like this with Nancy. He was so sure he was in love with her but maybe he was just in love with the idea of her.
You looked at him as he was lost in thought and smiled while getting out a new plate. “How did you sleep? Bennett seemed to really enjoy the space right next to your face.” Setting the plate in front of him you then made your way to the syrup and butter. You placed them right next to his silverware before taking another sip of your coffee. Involuntarily, your face twisted into a frown when you realized it had gotten cold.
“I slept really well actually. Kinda weird since I haven’t slept through a night since all this started a few years ago.” Steve began to make his plate with three pancakes and placed some butter and syrup on each fluffy disc. “Normally I wake up a lot, night terrors and headaches and stuff, but last night was pretty peaceful.” He smiled right at you and you felt this pang in your heart. It was clear to you that Steve was lonely and you hadn’t noticed that in passing as you watched his antics in high school. Everything he ever did was for the attention he never got from his family. You knew this ache all too well because of the hole your parents left when they decided to not be parents anymore. Placing your hand on his, you nodded your head.
“Well, I’m glad I could help!” You watched as the boy began to eat what you had prepared earlier. “Oh, I think I have some orange juice around here somewhere if you aren’t in the mood for a coffee.” As you made your way to the fridge, he stopped you and laughed.
Steve Harrington wasn’t used to people actually caring for any preference he had. He always had just taken what was given in the past. It was only until the Starcourt mall had burnt down and he had become friends with Robin that he realized people asked those types of questions. “Y/N, I’m good with coffee, don’t worry.” His fingers wrapped around your arm, his touch spreading warmth throughout both of you. Red crept on both your cheeks as he felt your soft skin against his callused hands. Your eyes met his and you smiled at the tiny amount of syrup on the side of his lips. Your other hand rose to place your thumb over the spot of syrup and you wiped it. This interaction caused Steve to feel something he hadn’t felt in years. He just wanted to kiss you so badly but he knew he shouldn’t. He had no idea that you felt the exact same way but it wouldn’t matter because there was a loud series of knocks on your door.
“Y/N! It’s Max I know you are up! Open up!” The girl then pounded a few more times causing you both to end whatever tiny moment had just happened.
“Coming!” You let out a sigh as Steve’s hand left your arm and a cold missing feeling spread over where his palm once was. He watched as you rolled your eyes to get to the door. To make sense of any of these feelings, he was going to need to talk to Robin. Was this how it was supposed to feel when you find the right person? Like the whole world, all of the scary things didn’t matter because at least you were with them. How was it that he felt so safe in his head with someone he had once ignored?
“Dustin is on his way and you are still in your pajamas?” Max looked at you with a raised eyebrow. You swore the girl was always slightly annoyed or ready to be snarky, it was actually your favorite trait of hers. Her eyes scanned the way Steve was just in your kitchen with red cheeks and a shift in his stance. “Y/N, can I speak with you in your room?”
“Sure, I have to change anyway. Steve, can you feed Bennett now that he is up? The cans are right in the top cupboard.” He saluted you as you began to walk to your bedroom. Max closed the door once you two had made your way in.
“So, Steve slept over last night?” Her tone caused you to cringe because you knew the question she was actually trying to ask.
“Yes, he slept over, and no nothing happened so don’t even start!” Looking up at the girl, you smirked and began to get out clothes for the day. A pair of light jeans and a pink long sleeve shirt with yellow stripes. You noticed that Max had a jacket on so you grabbed your father's old flannel jacket for warmth. As you got dressed, Max sat on your bed and began to kick her feet back and forth. Sighing at the amount of no-fun gossip.
“You two are so boring!” Max was complaining but she was also smiling. She and Steve had become close since she became a friend of Dustin's. He was there when Billy died and even helped in the aftermath of it all. It was an odd pairing of you and him but the idea of it didn’t bother the young girl too much. You’d be safe with him and really that's all she could count on these days.
You snickered at her comment and changed into new clothes. “He was the little spoon when I woke up, but don’t tell him I told you that.” This information caused Max’s smile to grow wider. It was the only little detail you would tell her, but you knew from the reaction that it was enough to keep her at bay. By the time you were putting on your socks, you heard your front door swing open and Steve yelled “Don’t you ever knock?!” You knew it was Dustin because he and Steve were now bickering.
“Do those two always talk like that?” You laughed softly with a sincere look on your face as Max simply nodded. “Lovely!” was your only response as you rolled your eyes.
As Max and you made your way back into the living room area, the two boys were now speaking in what they thought were hushed tones.
“Did you stay all night?” Dustin asked.
“Yes, we aren’t talking about that right now!” Steve replied back in an almost whisper. This almost made you giggle but you stifled it making sure he didn’t realize you were eavesdropping.
You cleared your throat to signal you were there before speaking. “Boys, let’s gather some food for Eddie.” The two boys were now just nodding their heads and you could tell that Dustin was the one who cared the deepest for Eddie. His backpack was filled with cereal and other food items that actually seemed to have some sustenance. After you placed some pancakes in foil, the group made their way to Steve’s car.
Max and Dustin hopped into the back and you let yourself settle in the front seat. Steve yelled for everyone to buckle up and you replied with a tiny salute. You and he giggled causing Max to make a gagging noise. As he began to drive, you started to look around the front console. “Do you have any music in this thing?” You opened the glove compartment and pulled out a cassette tape. You held it in your hands as if it was some treasure, Steve caught a glance at the smile on your face as you held Born in the U.S.A an album by Bruce Springsteen close to your chest. “Dancing in the dark is such a beautiful song.” Without asking, you placed the tape into the deck of the car. “No Surrender” began to play and Steve watched as your shoulders began to relax to the sound of the music. A smile crept on his face as he turned his attention back onto the road. As the car drove closer to Robin's house, Steve realized how much he needed to speak with her. Robin is the one person who could explain why his chest felt fuzzy and his brain seemed to move so fast it caused his eyes to hurt. As you tapped your foot to the beat, you would randomly point and mouth lyrics to Max. Normally Steve had seen the redhead push away any type of affection but it appeared to be different with you. He watched as you finally got one tiny smile out of the girl, when Max caught Steve looking she gave him a mean stare. Steve got the message and let his eyes avert back to the road, noticing that once you got that smile you relaxed too.
Once he pulled into the Buckley driveway, the car was off and he was out. Not even bothering to say anything until he made it to the door. “I gotta go talk to Robin real quick!” Dustin, Max, and you watched with confused faces and soon Robin greeted him with the same look. Steve pushed past the short-haired brunette who gave the passengers in the car the same look she gave Steve. As those two disappeared into the house you turned to the kids in the back.
“Alright so tell me the truth, when did King Steve Harrington become an actually nice person?” The night before still had you in shock. You and Steve were laying side by side and the amount of comfort that was felt between you both made everything confusing. In high school, you would’ve never thought that Steve Harrington would bring you any type of peace, but here he was soothing your nightmares.
“Steve was only cool in high school because he was so pretty. The guy has always been a total dork.” Max replied with a shrug which caused Dustin to give her a death glare.
“No, Steve has always been “King Steve”, it’s just in a different way now.” Dustin’s tone was confident which caused Max to roll her eyes. “He’s helped us all out a lot. It’s this whole Upside Down, it changes a person. It changed Steve and honestly, it's for the better.”
“What is the big deal, dingus!? Why are you all weird and sweaty?!” Robin was now glaring at Steve with a hand on her hip as he sat down on her couch slowly. He was rubbing his temples with his fingers as he tried his best to figure out what words to use.
“That girl, she makes my head hurt and it’s also kinda fuzzy. Like a TV on a really bad channel!” He was fumbling with his words trying to describe all the weird things he felt. Robin could tell that he looked very confused by it all. Out of all the women she had seen him shamelessly flirt with at work, it was never like this. Robin slowly made her way to sit next to her best friend as he tried his best to get the words out. “My eye hurts too! Oh god, it hurts so bad. The one I always get hit in, it's awful and my hands get all sweaty. But then there is also this calm feeling that I get. Like when she is around I feel like it all makes sense and that she should be there.” Robin let out a sigh knowing exactly what was happening to him.
“Steve…when was the last time you felt like this? Take away all the pain and shit you feel from past injuries and think of the last time you felt this weird around someone.” She placed his hand on his back and waited for the lightbulb to go off. Robin knew Steve was smarter than he let on. That if she gave him enough clues he would, indeed, figure it all out. So she sat there and waited until that look of genius struck him.
“Nancy.” Was the only reply that left his lips as he came to realize what all of this was. The way he felt for Y/N was, of course, so simple but it scared the shit out of him. The last time he felt like this the girl ripped his heart out at a Halloween party and left him for another person. There was now a fearful look all over his face which caused Robin to try her best to come up with something to soothe those worries.
“Listen, I’ve only met Y/N a few times, she tutored me in school and, well, it kinda makes sense. The person you used to be doesn’t but this other you, well, it makes sense that you would feel this way. Just take it slow, a lot slower than you’ve ever taken this before.” Robin's words made sense and he nodded in reply to all of it. She would tease him about this freakout much later when he didn’t look like such a scared puppy during a thunderstorm. ight now ,she would just help him off the couch and lead him to the car. They had to go help Eddie, there wasn’t much time to talk about love and its weird effect on people.
The two of them walked out of her house and made their way to the car. You made sure to get out of the passenger side and were about to head back with the kids, but Robin stopped you. “I’ll sit with the kids!” She looked at Steve who was still in some other universe and then smiled at you.
“Alright, I can ride in the back next time!” As you spoke Dustin and Max looked at each other and laughed. There was no way you were not going to be sitting next to Steve. Their reaction caused you to shoot them a look.
After all of you settled into Steve’s car, the ride to Reefer Rick’s house was silent. Every single person was thinking of something else. Dustin was thinking of Eddie and if he was okay. Robin was thinking that her best friend was really in for it. Max was worried about her nightmares that she had only told you a little about. Steve and you, however, were thinking of each other and how it scared the both of you. The only noise that could be heard was Bruce Springsteen singing about a girl he felt so strongly for that it did feel like love. The coincidence of it all going right over everyone's heads.
The group arrived at Reefer Rick’s once more and all of you made your way to the boat house. You were standing right next to Dustin as he held up the food they brought. Eddie took the food and began to immediately eat as everyone settled around him. It was now time to explain to Eddie everything that was currently going on. The fact that the cops were very sure it was him who killed Chrissy and that there wasn’t much good news. As you stood behind Eddie, you watched as they all explained how they had faced this before. Dustin, Robin, Steve, and Max, they had done this before and somehow won. They believed they could do it again but you and Eddie weren’t so sure. For some unexplained reason, you felt the same feeling you felt before entering your best friend's trailer. Soon Steve was explaining that they knew some girl who had superpowers causing Eddie and you to send a confused glare at one another. As the rest of them began to banter, you could see Eddie’s face fill with worry. Anxiety turned his face red and his fingers began to play with his hair.
“Okay, okay! So I get we are all trying our best to brainstorm here..” You were still talking when the sound of multiple police sirens began to go off. Every car was speeding to some other destination that was opposite the route Steve had driven. Once Steve had heard that noise he quickly looked at you to see your eyes go wide and an awful look of worry taking place. At that moment, he wanted to hold you tight but there was no time as Robin began to yell for the tarp. Causing Eddie to slam his body into the bottom of the boat and throw the tarp he had been hiding under over his body. The rest of you ran up to the window, your body was pressed against the back of Steve’s as you all watched several cop cars go down the road. All of you were on edge knowing that nothing good was waiting at their destination.
“We need to go see where they are heading. We have to know if it killed someone else!” Robin sounded frantic as all of you just had agreed at that moment to leave. Quickly, you all got into Steve’s car and began to drive down the road. Stopping behind a whole scene of cars and ambulances. You noticed Steve let out a quiet gasp as he got a clear view of who was standing in the middle of the road speaking to cops. Once the car came to an abrupt stop, all of you quickly got out to get a better look.
There she was, Nancy Wheeler, standing there with tears in her eyes and an expression of sadness covering her face. She lifted her hand to give Steve a wave and you were now aware of his expression. As you watched him wave back, you felt an odd sting in your chest. The wind felt as if it had been knocked out of you as you steadied your stance. Max would glance between you and Steve, it was only then that she had actually wanted to push Steve Harrington to the ground. She knew that Nancy and Steve had history and so did you. So, it wasn’t any shock to Max and you that this was the face he would be making. Yet, it still made both of you feel some type of sadness. For Max, it was less about Steve and more about you. She had seen every type of face that you were able to make in the time you two spent together, but this face was something new. It felt as if she was watching your heartbreak despite her knowing nothing of what you felt for the boy. For you, it was the fact that for a moment after that conversation with Dustin and Max that you finally let your mind be okay with the idea of liking Steve Harrington. To come to that realization and then only thirty minutes later watch that idea completely die, was a lot to process. You knew that this boy was meant to be in your life but you had no idea how that was supposed to be. Only moments ago, you had let yourself believe it was the possibility of romance but it had now become clear that wasn’t ever going to happen. Some part of you wanted to be mad but this wasn’t the time. Right now, your best friend was wanted for murder and it was looking like there was going to be another victim. So you puffed up your chest with a big breath and stood by as you all made a plan to meet up in the trailer park. There were two people dead, not too far from where you lived. The gang needed to find someplace to debrief. If anyone could help you figure this out, it was Nancy Wheeler. Though the two of you never really spoke there was always a tiny bond the two of you held as top students in Hawkins High.
Once you all got back to the trailer park, you had them follow you to a table that held normally good memories. It stood very close to the Munson trailer. Your fondest memories on this bench were when Eddie begged you to name each star and constellation. To Eddie, it was always entertaining when you showed off your smarts in certain topics. As you found your seat between Steve and Dustin, you watched as each of them began to try to come up with some idea of what was going on. Immediately, you understood that all of them had really been through some awful experiences with whatever this was. All of it was coming together, how each of them ended up being in each other's lives. They all had this shared trauma that you were now realizing you were now a part of. What hurts the most was knowing that Max, a bright young girl, had been caught in this for so long. Your attention turned to Steve, when he began to question the safety of where they were. With that, all of you began to feel an eerie chill as the wind blew through the trailer park. In a place you had once felt safe, you were now very aware that this wasn’t true.
“There is something about this place. Fred started acting weird the second we got here.” Nancy was now trying to piece together all she could. Remembering as many details as possible about Fred's behavior.
“Acting weird as in?” Robin questioned.
“Scared, on edge, upset,” Nancy said.
“Max said Chrissy was upset too,” Dustin spoke up.
“Yeah, but not here. She was crying in the bathroom at school.” As Max spoke you began to think of this thing like a predator. Like it tried to become your shadow before eventually killing you.
“Serial killers take their prey before they strike, right? So maybe Fred and Chrissy saw this Vecman…” Robin couldn’t even finish before Dustin corrected her.
“Vecna!” He reminded the group.
Finally, Steve spoke up “I don’t know about you guys but if I saw some freaky wizard monster, I would mention it to someone.”
“Maybe they did. I saw Chrissy leaving Ms. Kelley’s office. If you saw a monster, you… you wouldn’t go to the police. They’d never believe you. But you might go to your…”
“Your shrink.” Robin interrupted Max and the rest of you got where you needed to go next.
All of you got up and began to follow Nancy to Steve’s car. You were sure that everyone needed to find out where Ms. Kelley was so that you could get a key to her office. Nancy however began to walk to her car causing Steve to question her.
“Oh, there’s just something I wanna check on first.” She replied
“Something you maybe wanna share with the rest of us?” Dustin asked.
“I don’t want to waste your time. It’s a real shot in the dark.” Nancy was trying her best to just follow the current lead she had.
“Yeah, okay. Are you out of your mind?” Steve questioned, his voice sounded annoyed and a little angry. “Flying solo with this Vecna creep on the loose? No, it’s too dangerous. You need… You need someone to… Here. I’ll stick with Nance.” He stated as he threw the car keys at Robin. She grabbed and caught them in confusion.
“I don’t think you want me driving your car?” Robin stated.
“Why?” Steve questioned.
“I don’t have a license,” she pointed out.
Steve looked at her, baffled at the thought. “Why don't you have a license?”
“I’m poor.” She stated in an obvious tone. In which you nodded your head because you too had no idea how to drive. You often rode your bike to and from places.
“I can drive!” Max chimed in.
This caused you and Steve to both sternly say in unison. “No!” To which Steve added the words “Never again, please, anybody but you.” Which caused you to glare at the two of them intensely.
“Anybody but you. No.” He said looking at you to which you replied shaking your head no.
Dustin watched your response and made a face at Steve. One that had him immediately say “No chance.” as Dustin protested.
“All right, okay. This is stupid.” Robin decided as she went to grab a walkie-talkie from Dustin's bag and handed Steve his keys. “Us ladies will stick together. Unless you think we need you to protect us.” Nancy, you, and Max smirked at the comment. As Robin giggled she began to walk towards Nancy’s car. You watched as Nancy followed with a curious smile on her face and shrugged at Steve.
“Be careful!” He yelled and Robin replied with a salute that caused you to finally let out a giggle. His eyes did not leave the two as they got into the car.
“Just going to stand there and gawk, Harrington?” Dustin asked sarcastically.
“Shut up!” Steve replied, making his way back to the driver's seat. Dustin tried to make another statement but Steve wasn’t having it. “Shut up and get in the car.” Just to add insult to injury, Steve pointed to Dustin “wipe your feet!” This caused Dustin to begin wiping his feet in the car. Steve was now yelling at Dustin. Max and you looked at each other and sighed as you both got into the car.
“Always the babysitter.” Steve began to mutter as he started the car back up. “Always the goddam babysitter!” As you watched him get more frustrated you placed a hand on his shoulder. Patting him gently and smiling.
“If it helps, I am old enough to not need a chaperone.” You smirked at him and he felt as if he had melted into the floor. Since Nancy had shown up he had forgotten most of his surroundings. So when he had come back to earth and realized that you were right there with him. It made him feel even more confused than he had been at Robin’s. Now his best friend was with his ex-girlfriend and here he was sitting next to you. This day is just getting weirder and weirder, he thought as he began the drive to Ms. Kelley’s home.
You began to think of the lyrics that had played through Steve’s car earlier in the day. Words that you had listened to so many times before but now carried new meaning. You had mouthed the words “no retreat, baby, no surrender” to Max and got the tiniest smile out of her. The song had once just been about some made-up scenario and was now becoming almost like a promise. Deep down you knew that whatever was happening with Max you were going to be there. If this monster thought it was going to torture someone that you held so dear, it had another thing coming. Looking at Max through the rear window you made a mental promise, that you would do anything in your power to just let her get a happy ending.
I got the keys to the car
You got the keys to my head
You call it karma, karma
And I call it bad luck instead
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Fire and Ice ~ E.M.
I saw that @ashwhowrites was looking for this sort of plot so I tried it out.
Tag list: @hypnoticbeing @delishtequila
Pairing: Eddie x Reader
Summary: Asking Eddie out to Prom but it blowing up in our face (Pretty in Pink reference)
Warnings: ANGST (I tried), Fluff, Heartbreak, Self doubt, Talking down
Word Count: 2.6K
Prom season was fast approaching and I wasn’t sure if I was really meant to go to these things. I wasn’t the most popular girl in school but I also had average looks. My best friend was Steve Harrington and would always come over after school.
“So, Y/N have you decided if you’re going to prom or not? You have to ask Eddie! You’ve had a crush on him for over a year and a half. It’s time to claim what’s yours!” Steve said throwing his bag on the floor by the front door.
I laughed while slamming the door shut.
“Eddie Munson? I doubt he’d want to go with me … I mean look at me Steve. I haven’t had a boyfriend yet. I wouldn’t know what to do.” I replied with a sigh.
Steve pulled me into a long hug and slapped the back of my head. He never liked me talking down about myself but it was true. What could I say? I lived across the street from Eddie’s trailer. I heard his van pulling up the drive with the loud ass metal music blasting. Steve shot me a quick look and smirked.
“Steve, go to hell! I’m not going to embarrass myself with Eddie!” I yelled while we were hanging out in my living room.
I stared out the window at Eddie while he was climbing out of his van. Watching him stumble and act frantic made my heart flutter. I could never tell if he was playing or just stupidly high. My heart dropped when I saw Chrissy running around the van from the otherside. She was much prettier and fuck, she was the queen of Hawkins High. Jason and her broke up months ago.
“Seems like you got some competition Y/N. But I have faith, Steve is never wrong!” He whispered, snapping me back to reality.
“Steve, I love you - I really do. But, can you go home now? I’m not feeling that well and I have two exam’s I have to study for.” I pleaded out while picking at the end of my sweater.
He reminded me of Prom once again. In exactly one week, Prom will be here. I took my backpack and dragged myself to my room. I didn’t have much money to spend on a dress even if I did decide to go. I took out my textbooks and began to study for my exams. Hours later, my father knocked on the door holding a surprise.
“Sweetie, I know we don’t have tons of money but when I saw this I knew you needed to have it. I knew you could remaster it in your own way and create something so beautiful. You could even wear it to prom. I know your mother would want you to go. It’s too bad she’s not here anymore. She would have loved helping you plan out everything.” He said pulling at the garment bag.
It definitely was an interesting dress. It was bright pink with hot pink hearts all over it. The material was pretty decent. I stared at it for a few minutes.
“Thanks daddy - I’ll try my best for you. I’ll get it started later on. Dinner is on the stove when you’re ready.” I sighed.
I shoved the dress in my closet and got ready for bed. I dreamt of Eddie that night. We went to prom together and the look on Steve’s face was priceless. I made Eddie the cutest tie out of a spare hellfire shirt that I found. It had a pink hue from the dye. I wanted us to somewhat match. It was tacky but it was the cutest thing. He didn’t seem like the type to like things like that but he did. He was wearing it proudly. I was awoken by my alarm.
I ran in the shower quickly and threw on something that I found at the local thrift store. My stomach was hungry so I made my father and I some breakfast. He was unemployed because of his alcoholism but he tried really hard to keep certain jobs. I left him a cute note on his bedside table and walked out the door. Eddie was also leaving and I started walking towards school. A van honked at me and I jumped. The van rolled its window down. Eddie.
“Hey princess, you need a ride to school? It looks like it’s going to rain soon.” He asked while blowing out smoke.
“I don’t have money to give you for Gas, Eddie. Maybe next time?” I replied not trying to look at him.
He slammed the breaks and I stopped in my tracks. He leaned over the passenger side seat and opened the door.
“Y/N, I don’t need Gas money. You helped me out with finding those records at your store. It’s the least I could do.” He gestured for me to come in.
I sat awkwardly in his van while he drove us to school. Steve was definitely going to roast my ass over this. I slowly tapped my foot on the floor.
“So, Eddie.. We really haven’t chatted much in the past six months. How have you been?” I asked to cut the silence.
“Well princess, you stopped talking to me once you joined the cheerleading squad. But, I’ve been good. Actually, do you know Chrissy well? She’s been a close friend lately. She’s cool if you don’t know her.” He replied rambling on.
My heart sank. Close friends? What could that even mean?
“I only signed up for cheerleading because I was told it looks good on College applications. And, to your answer - no I don’t know Chrissy. I don’t talk to the other girls.” I said harshly, biting my lip.
“Easy tiger! I was only asking!” He said defensively.
The rest of the way to school was kind of quiet. Random sparks of conversation happened here and there. Once he pulled into the parking lot I automatically saw Steve and slid down in the seat.
“Hey Eddie, I was just wondering .. ifyouwantedtogotoprom. It’s okay if you don’t.” I asked rather quickly looking out the window.
It took him longer to respond to that question than any other of my questions.
“I – um — I guess.” He replied.
It wasn’t the best answer but I was happy enough with it. I leaned over and kissed his cheek. I ran out of the van before I could get a reaction. Steve caught me and gave me a surprised look.
“Don’t ask Harrington. It’s a done deal. Prom 1986 here we come!” I told him walking into Hawkins High.
The day went on as usual, I had my science class first and quickly finished the first exam. English went by even quicker. That’s when my nerves started tweaking at me. Walking down the hall I heard whispers about Chrissy and Eddie. Robin came running down the stairs right up to me.
“Y/N! Did you hear? Your boy’s taken. Eddie apparently asked Chrissy to Prom last night with the cutest promposal. Everyone’s talking about it.” She said shaking my shoulders.
I felt my blood go cold, and my vision went a little fuzzy. I couldn’t believe it. Why wouldn’t he tell me that he was already going with someone. Why play with my emotions like that?
“Y/N?” Robin asked, waving her hand infront of my face. “Did you see a ghost?”
“Well… funny you say that Robin. I asked him to Prom this morning. He never mentioned any of it. He gave me an “I guess” answer.” I said struggling to get my words out.
Steve came running from the other direction. He was drenched in sweat but pulled me into a huge hug and started rubbing my back. Tears started to form as we rocked side to side. He pulled me away and wiped the tears from my cheeks. I stumbled away from him and grabbed my things and left school. It took me forever to get home. Out of everything that has happened, I was glad that my father wasn’t home. I laid in my bed for hours and never realized that night fell. My father wasn’t home yet and I eventually sat up. My eyes caught Eddie pulling into his driveway. He didn’t stumble out of his van this time. He lit his cigarette slowly and sat on his front step. It took a while but he got up and made his way over to my house.
I heard him knock and ring the bell a few times. My heart broke and the tears started to form in my eyes again. I slowly made my way to the front door and opened it just a crack. He wouldn’t look up from the ground.
“I came to… apologize about today. I never really intended going to Prom with you. Hell, I didn’t even want to go to Prom at all. You should know that I’m not even into the Cheerleaders. Chrissy, is different from the rest of them. You asking me made everything so much harder for me. It wasn’t your fault - I know.” He started talking and kicking around small pebbles.
“Y/N, Just talk to me already. Please. I know this must hurt you. I hate myself for it.” He added looking up at me now.
“Eddie. Leave me alone. I just need time to myself. There’s absolutely nothing you can do about it now. You broke my heart and all you can do is give me this half ass apology? How could you do this?” I finally replied.
“I’ll leave you alone now.. I just wanted you to hear my apology. You don’t have to accept it. Fuck you don’t have to even look at me anymore. I’ll stay out of your way.” He struggled saying while walking away.
I gently closed the door but in the distance I heard faint sobs before walking back upstairs. My mind was determined to make a great prom dress and go with Steve. I spent hours creating a design that I could love. I spent the next 6 days sewing, cutting and creating everything. It was finally prom night. Steve promised to pick me up by 7 pm. My father was so happy to see what the dress looked like. It brought tears to both our eyes. I stepped outside and walked to the back of the house. My joint that I rolled for this specific night came in handy. I inhaled it slowly and made sure to really enjoy the high that was approaching. Steve slammed his car door and I ran back to the front. He was about to knock on my front door.
“Well, don’t you clean up nice Harrington. Flowers? F-For me? How sweet.” I said walking up to him.
I brought the flowers inside and put them in a nice vase. My father was happy to see that Steve stepped up to the plate and took me. He made us take a few photos. I finally felt pretty in my pink dress. I made it into a heart shaped floor length dress. It was silk with hints of white lace around certain points.
Steve walked me outside and opened the passenger side for me. My eyes looked up and saw Eddie walking out in his suit. I avoided his eye contact. Chrissy wasn’t around but I bet they were meeting up at school. She didn’t realize how poor he was. Steve finally got in the car and took me a different way than I knew.
“Steve where are we goin’ love?” I asked looking confused out the window.
“Well, I like to take the long way to school. I hope you don’t mind.” He added while turning up the radio.
After a while we finally arrived at the school. Everyone was here. I got extremely anxious. Mike and Dustin were infront of us checking in. It seemed like everyone knew what had happened because I felt stares from people I’ve never even talked to. Jason whispered something to his buddies as we walked past getting to the Gym entrance. It was starry night themed. Stars and lights hung from the ceiling. The lighting was just perfect. I looked at all the kids in the gym. Steve and I split up and I headed for the punch bowl. It definitely had some booze in it. I wandered around the Gym just soaking up the so called experience. Steve walked up behind me and gently put his hands on my shoulders and whispered something.
“He didn’t come with Chrissy, Y/N. I heard that it’s been rough for him the past week or so. He’s in here somewhere.”
I turned around in complete shock. I mouthed “Thank you” to Steve and walked away. Eventually I finally saw him. He was sitting by himself at the last table in the back of the Gym. He was drinking from a flask and hasn’t noticed me yet. I slowly walked up to the table.
“Is this seat taken, Eddie?” I asked softly, biting my lip.
“If you want to sit with a Freak like –” He said cutting off. “Y/N. Of course not. You can join me if you’d like. But I don’t know why you would want to.” He said taking another swig.
“I heard that you didn’t come with Chrissy. I wanted to see how you were holding up. Oh, a slow song. I wish I could dance with someone..” I said, sighing while sitting across from him.
He stood up and swayed a bit and walked over to me, sticking out his hand.
“Would you like to dance with me? I’d love to dance with you. I promise.” He asked as he grabbed my hand.
I smiled slightly and stood up. He guided us to the center of the gym and positioned us to dance. He gently put his hands on my hips and I wrapped my arms around his neck. We started swaying and looked at each other in the eye. I stepped closer to him and put my head on his shoulder. He rubbed my sides slowly. I picked up my head and spoke what was on my mind.
“Eddie, I accept your apology. It was just that I liked you so much, I was caught up in my feelings. I wish I told you sooner. Steve tried to help me but I didn’t want his help.” I said, biting my lip again.
“I’ve always liked you. The last few months I thought you were dating Harrington. He came to me a few weeks ago and mentioned some things. It really opened my eyes. The whole thing with Chrissy got out of context. She also used me to get Jason jealous.” He replied, bringing his face closer to mine.
“Well, in that case. I love you Eddie Munson.” I said before gently kissing his lips.
His smile lit up the room. I ran to the table we were sitting at and I grabbed my small bag and took out the tie that I made.
“I made this because I saw it in a dream. It’s a tie made out of one of the hellfire shirts. It was supposed to match my dress but it really doesn’t.” I blurted out to him while he took it from my hands.
“You…You made this for me? This is the best thing I have ever received. I will cherish this forever Y/N. Just like how I’ll always cherish you. Will you be mine?” He said slurring slightly.
“Always and Forever. Eddie Munson.” I replied resting my forhead against his.
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Broken - Trevor Zegras
Trevor Zegras x fem!reader
Summary: Trevor and the reader have been best friends since birth but what happens when there are miss communication between the two.
Trevor and I have been friends since birth. Him being about three days older than me. The only problem with us being so close is that I've like him since we were nine and love him since we were twelve, and here we are at the age of twenty two and I still have not done anything about it.
Trevor had a reputation to him. He slept with a girl then dumped her the next day. That's one of the many reasons I never told him about my feelings, I was scared of rejection.
I was going to one of his games today and I had decided that today was the day I was going to tell him how I felt. I was tired of hiding my feelings. He sent me a text before the game saying to meet him by the locker rooms because he wanted me to meet someone.
I was just assuming it was someone on his team but gosh was I wrong.
I went to his game sitting in my normal spot right behind where the ducks sat. I was in his jersey and I had actually tried to look somewhat decent, and by that I mean I looked hot.
Just like always the ducks came out and started warming up and Trevor skated over towards where I was sitting with he came over with a puck on his stick and I was expecting him to toss it over the glass to me like he did at every game, but he didn't. He tossed the puck over to a girl who was sitting g two seats away from me, and he smiled at her while she blushed.
I waved at him trying to get his attention but he just sent me a tight lipped smile, like it was forced. He then skated away without giving me another glance.
I sat there just staring at him wondering what I did wrong. I then looked at the girl again, who was sitting two seats to me left, and I decided to ask her in the nicest way possible how she knew Trevor.
"Hey" I smiled at her, she turned to look and me and smiled back "hi" she said
She seemed nice so I decided to ask her what I was dying to know "that was so cute just now, how do you two know each other" she again smiled big and blushed "we have been hanging out and talking, I'm meeting one of his good friends after the game and I think he's going to ask me out after that" she said
Just then I realized it was not a team mate he wanted me to meet but it was the girl he liked. Right then and there I felt like I had been stabbed in the heart, but I didn't let that show. So I just smiled at her and said "wow that's great I'm happy for you, you guys seem happy" she just grinned again and said "thanks, and yeah we are"
It was now almost the second period and I decided I could not sit there anymore without crying. I could see all of the little looks they were giving each other, and every time it was just breaking my heart more and more. So I left.
I got home and immediately started throwing all of the clothes I had of Trevor's into a box. All of his things that I had at my apartment were being put into that box. Once I was finished I took that box and d went down the hall to put it in front of his door. And yes we were neighbors.
I went back to my apartment after dropping off the box and decided to write him a note telling him everything, while crying. My tears dropping onto the paper.
"Hey Trev,
God I don't even know where to start this, but I need to tell you everything. Trev I have liked you since we were nine years old, and love you since we were twelve and I never stopped. I met your girlfriend at your game tonight, and even though is crushes my heart to say this, but you guys look good together. I'm happy that she's making you happy. I was going to tell you about my feelings tonight after your game, but I couldn't sit there and watch you with her. The reason I'm writing this letter is because I'm leaving, I'm turning off my phone and getting on a plane with my stuff to who know where. I'll be gone by the time you are reading this letter, but just know that I will never forget about you nor will I ever stop loving you. You have someone to take care of you now, and you don't need me anymore. Just know that I will always love you Trev even if you don't feel the same. Good bye Trevor.
Lots of love,
Lily.
After I put the letter on top of the box with all of his stuff, I did exactly what I wrote. I booked a plane ticket back home, wanting to be in the place that brought me the most comfort besides Trevor.
I looked at my phone before I got on the plane and saw a text for him asking where I was. I just sat there looking at the text wondering what to say. Because Trevor could read me like a book even through text her knew when I was lying.
(Texts with Trevor below)
Your texts - normal
Trevor's texts - bolded
Trev🐤
Hey, where are you
Hey, I left after the 1st
I was not feeling too good
Oh ok. You ok you want
me to bring you anything
No, I'm ok I think I'm
just going to sleep
Alright let me know if
you need anything
I will
I then got on the plane and turned my phone off forgetting that Trevor had my location.
TREVOR POV:
I got off the ice and went into the locker room with the team after celebrating our win over the black hawks. After coach was done talking to us and I got out of my gear I went out of the locker room and saw Britney waiting for me. Which I frowned at. I then saw her holding the puck I gave her at the beginning of the game, which I'm assuming she did not read the note on it.
Britney was a one night stand about six months ago and had been following me around since. Which has been annoying the living shit out of me. I just kept walking straight hoping she would not see me, but luck was not on my side today. She did the opposite of not notice me, she ran right towards me.
Jamie was following me out and said "god dude I don't know how I have not met this Lily person yet, we have been friend for what two year and she's your childhood best friend and not to mention your crush. I can't wait to meet her" he then saw Britney running right at me and looked at me with a grossed out look and said "dude is that her, she seems not at all like the person you told me about".
I just gave him a pointed look "no that's not Lily that Britney" I said. Jamie laughed and said "that one night stand of your six months ago that won't leave you alone" I gave him a look that said help me and said "yes".
She then launched herself onto me and smiled and said "heyyy Trevy". Now that just gave me the biggest ick I have ever felt. I took her hands off of me and said "Britney how many time do I have to tell you that I don't like you and want you to leave me alone" she looked at me all sad, but I didn't care. There was only one girl I wanted and I did not see her anywhere. Britney looked at me and said "but we are in love".
I just looked at her grossed out and said "no we are not, I am only in love with one girl and that girl if definitely not you, so leave me alone. And read the stupid note on the puck I gave you. I tried to tell you that I didn't want to be with you before the game but you didn't read the note. So here I am telling you now to leave me alone".
She just broke down into tears and ran away. I looked back and Jamie and he had a smile on his face and said "way to go man you finally did it" I smiled and said "god it was way over due but I'm usually not the kind of person to be that mean. It had to be done though".
Jamie then looked around and said "so where is this amazing beautiful best friend Lily that I'm meeting tonight". I turned around looking for her again but didn't see her. "I don't know, I told her to meet me here after the game but I don't see her". Jamie then smacked me on the head and said "well text her you idiot and find out where she is". I just scowled at him but took out my phone to text Lily.
Trev🐤
Hey, where are you
Hey, I left after the 1st
I was not feeling too good
Oh ok. You ok you want
me to bring you anything
No, I'm ok I think I'm
just going to sleep
Alright let me know if
you need anything
I will
I frowned at her texting because it was a bit dry and I immediately knew that something was wrong, I just didn't know what. I looked at Jamie and said "she said she wasn't feeling well and went home after the first" he frowned and said "damn I'll have to meet her another time, but I got to go I'll see you tomorrow". He then walked out the doors heading towards his car.
I kept looking at my phone and the texts she sent me knowing something was wrong, so I went to my car and went to go get us some food then went back home. When I got to our apartment building I knocked on her door but did not get an answer. I tried again, but still no answer. I figured she might be in my apartment so I walked down the hall, and when I got there I saw a box in front of my door with a note on top.
I unlocked my door and put the food down on the counter then went back to grab the box, that I noticed had a good bunch of my shirts, some sweatshirts, sweatpants along with some other little things. I immediately knew that this was stuff I had either given Lily or left at her place.
I then saw the letter and picked it up only to see that the paper was wet with what looked like tear marks. I started to get worried and I opened the letter to see her beautiful nice handwriting on the paper, and I started reading.
TREVOR POV:
"Hey Trev,
God I don't even know where to start this, but I need to tell you everything. Trev I have liked you since we were nine years old, and love you since we were twelve and I never stopped. I met your girlfriend at your game tonight, and even though is crushes my heart to say this, but you guys look good together. I'm happy that she's making you happy. I was going to tell you about my feelings tonight after your game, but I couldn't sit there and watch you with her. The reason I'm writing this letter is because I'm leaving, I'm turning off my phone and getting on a plane with my stuff to who know where. I'll be gone by the time you are reading this letter, but just know that I will never forget about you nor will I ever stop loving you. You have someone to take care of you now, and you don't need me anymore. Just know that I will always love you Trev even if you don't feel the same. Good bye Trevor.
Lots of love,
Lily.
I was crying the second I started reading the letter, feeling so bad because I was clueless I had no idea that she felt this way. I whipped out my phone and tried calling her but it went starlight to voicemail. I tried calling her again but I got the same result. So I decided to leave a voicemail saying "Lils I just read your letter and god I had no idea I'm the worst friend ever. Please call me I'm worried about you I just need to know you're ok and safe. Please Lils, and when you do answer I need to talk to you, I can't tell you what I want to tell you over the phone. Please just let me know you're ok".
I just started pacing around thinking about where she could be, or where she could have gone. I then remembered that I had her location and I opened it to see she was at the airport. I immediately knew where she was going, she was going back to where she felt safe, she was going home to New York. I went online and booked a ticket on a plane that was leaving in an hour, hoping that she was on that same plane even though I knew it was unlikely.
I rushed to pack my suit case just throwing random clothes in there and then called an Uber to the airport. I got to the airport and rushed though security running to my gate to see they were about to close the doors, but I had made it. I asked if there was a Lily Star on the plane but there wasn't, the gate lady told me she was on the plane before me. And that her plane was stopping in Chicago then going to New York, while mine was going straight to New York.
I smiled hoping I would be able to catch her in the airport because I would get there before her. I walked on to the plane and texted my coach telling him I had to rush back to New York for family issues and that I would not be at practice tomorrow. Then I turned my phone off and fell asleep.
I woke up to the plane landing, and was the first one off. Trying to catch Lily. When I got to the board to see if her plane already landed I saw it did land thirty minutes ago. I ran out of the airport as fast as I could trying to get to Lily as soon as possible.
I got into an Uber and told him to go straight to Lily's old house. It was the only place she would go, even though her parents did not live there anymore they still owned the house and she had a key. When the Uber pulled up I saw that there were lights on in her house and smiled knowing she was ok and safe inside her home.
I thanked the Uber and got my bag and slowly walked up to the front door knowing that it would be unlocked because that's just how Lily was. I stood at the front door for a good five minutes looking like an idiot figuring out how to tell her that I love her when she opened the door.
I finally got the courage to knock on the door then waited for the door to open. The door opened and I saw her standing there with puffy eyes and dried tear stains on her cheeks. She looked up at me shocked and said "Trev wha-". I did not give her time to say more and I smashed my lips onto hers cradling her face in my hand waiting for her to kiss back.
LILYS POV/ YOUR POV:
I heard a knock on the door and stood up off the couch wondering who it could be. I opened the door to see Trevor standing there with puffy eyes just like mine. And I said "Trev wha-" and I did not even get to finish my sentence before I felt his lips on mine and his hand cradling my face. I stood there shocked and felt him start to pull away, so I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back.
One of his hand that was on my face went down to wrap around my waist to hold me against him. After about a minute we had to pull away for air and I looked into his eyes with my forehead against his. Before I could speak he pulled me into his chest hugging me tight as if he let go I would disappear.
My head only went up to about the middle of his chest because was 5'3. He kissed the top of my head and said "Lils I'm just going to come out and say it I love you so much and I have since we were little. I love you more than a friend, way more for that matter." I looked up at him with tears in your eyes and said "really" he smiled down and you and said "yes really. You have no idea how much that letter you wrote made me cry and realize how much of an idiot I have been. I should have told you about my feelings when we were fifteen, I was scared that you would regret me." I gave him a sad smile and said "that why I didn't say anything".
We both just stood there looking into each other's eyes waiting for someone to say something. I finally spoke up and said "so what does this mean for us". Trevor smiled at you and said "it means that I want you to be my girlfriend". Tears came to your eyes when he said that "yes" I said. He smiled and picked me up carrying me inside, and setting me down on the kitchen counter. He just kept on smiling at me and said "I'm never letting you go now, your stuck with me for good. You're going to get so tired of me so fast". I looked at him and said "I don't think so I've been waiting since we were nine I'm not letting you go either". We both just grinned at each other and Trevor put his lips on mine for the second time today.
Let's just say we both kept our words and never let the other go.
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[RGG Online Translation] Boss Rush Event · Ravenous Beasts, Greedy Monsters (Ichiban & Miss Tatsu)
Summary: Ichiban is approached by Miss Tatsu, who is looking for help with a particularly strange debt collection. All of her colleagues have attempted to collect the debt, but have come back mauled, as if besieged by a savage beast...
Featured Characters: Ichiban Kasuga (RGGO version), Miss Tatsu, Hirata, Tiger, Teru Yamada (OC)
Spoilers?: There’s a few light references to another story from RGGO, but they’re not really spoilers.
On this episode, Ichiban and Miss Tatsu team up to fight a tiger, and I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
In case you’ve forgotten who Hirata is (which is completely understandable) he’s somewhat notable for being the first enemy you ever fight in the whole series: Kiryu is introduced collecting a loan from him in Yakuza 1. Hirata resisted, so Kiryu did as Kiryu does.
Usual Disclaimer: I'm coming at this with little more than crude Japanese knowledge, a machine translation cocktail, and an insatiable desire for more RGG content. This will by no means be a decent translation, but it should at least be serviceable.
Notes:
This is set in 2018. Even though she looks the same as she did back in 0, Miss Tatsu will be in her 50-60′s here.
This is also a slightly alternate continuity where Ichiban is fighting the Omi Alliance in Kamurocho instead of getting hustled over to Yokohama. This is relevant because of the specific point that the police are in bed with the Omi, which is touched upon in the Epilogue.
Yamada makes reference to knowing Noa Amon, of the Amon clan. This is referring to one of the Daily Life substories where the two worked together to beat up some goons. You can read it here if you’d like, it’s the one at the very bottom.
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PROLOGUE
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Scene #1: Kamurocho · Nakamichi Street
Narration: One holiday...
Yamada: [smile] Thanks for coming along to my special training, Kasuga!
Ichiban: No problem. Just, you know, maybe tone it down a little- Ugh! [pained] My ass still hurts from how hard you kicked it...
Yamada: [frown] Oh, uh, I’m sorry?
Ichiban: Noa still won’t train with you?
Yamada: Yeah... “There’s no point in getting into the practical when you still haven’t mastered the basics.”
Ichiban: [smile] Ehh, that’s pretty cool. I should remember that. If that’s the case, why don’t you focus on laying down a foundation? I’m always happy to help you train, so you don’t need to rush.
Yamada: [smile] ...You’re right. Thanks, Kasuga!
?: Kasuga!
Ichiban: Oh, Miss Tatsu. What’s up? If you haven’t eaten yet, wanna join us?
Miss Tatsu: ...That works. I just wanted to ask you something, not stand around and chat.
Ichiban: Hm?
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Scene #2: Kamurocho · Restaurant
Ichiban: [confused] A troublesome collection?
Miss Tatsu: Yeah. My colleagues are getting pummeled by them, one after the other.
Ichiban: Hmm... So now it’ll be your turn?
Miss Tatsu: That’s right. Actually, the request just came in.
Ichiban: You took it, yeah?
Miss Tatsu: [frown] Well... I’m not sure.
Ichiban: [confused] You’re unsure? Is he really that dangerous?
Miss Tatsu: That’s just it, the debtor is a completely average old man. At least, from what I’ve gathered.
Ichiban: Then why...
Miss Tatsu: The people who went to collect his debt came back mauled, as if they’d been attacked by a wild beast...
Ichiban: [confused] Beast...? What, does he have a Doberman?
Miss Tatsu: I’ve seen their injuries. No Doberman could do that.
Ichiban: ...What then?
Miss Tatsu: [frown] I don’t know. That’s why I’m indecisive. Even when I tried to talk to the victims, they all clammed up like they were afraid of something. So I wanted to see if you’d know anything... but it seems like you don’t.
Ichiban: Sorry, I’ve got no clue. But hey, if you’re gonna fight the guy, I can lend a hand. [smile] Maybe the old guy’s a werewolf. I’m curious to find out, hehe.
Miss Tatsu: ...It would be nice to have your help, but...
Ichiban: Then it’s settled. I’ll be fine - if things get bad, I’ll run away as fast as I can.
Miss Tatsu: [smile] ...Heh, I got it. Looking forward to working with you. We’ll split the fee fifty-fifty, alright?
Yamada: U-Um!
Ichiban: [confused] Huh?
Miss Tatsu: Ah, sorry miss. Talking about something this gory over a meal.
Yamada: No, it’s not that, you’re fine... Anyway, can I come with?
Miss Tatsu: [surprised] You?
Ichiban: No, it’ll be dangerous... Leave this to us.
Yamada: Please, I won’t do anything risky! [frown] I know I’m still a novice, but that’s why I want to become strong as soon as possible, for everyone’s sake. So-
Miss Tatsu: [smile] Hehe, you’re a proper youngster. Almost hurts my old eyes to see... Teru, you said?
Yamada: Yes ma’am.
Miss Tatsu: Will you keep your promise to not do anything risky?
Yamada: Yes ma’am!
Miss Tatsu: [smile] Okay then, let’s go. I know where he’s hiding. I can count on you when the time comes, right Kasuga?
Ichiban: [smile] Heh. I gotcha.
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Scene #3: Kamurocho · Docks
Miss Tatsu: ...Here it is.
Ichiban: This is where we’ll find the truth of the old man werewolf.
Miss Tatsu: His name is Hirata. He’s the president of a credit company called Peace Finance.
Ichiban: [confused] Huh? Feel like I’ve heard that name before.
Miss Tatsu: You’ve got a good memory. Yes, he ran the same company about 30 years ago. He was a bastard with a bad reputation, and one day he up and disappeared. And then, recently, he reappeared out of nowhere.
Ichiban: And he’s right back to his bad behaviour. Guess a tiger never changes its stripes. You alright, Teru?
Yamada: [frown] Y-Yeah...!
Ichiban: You can head back home if you want.
Yamada: It’s fine, I’m fine...!
Miss Tatsu: [angry] Okay then, let’s go...!
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Scene #4: Kamurocho · Warehouse
Miss Tatsu: [angry] Hirata! Come out! I’m taking back the money you owe!!
Ichiban: [confused] Hm? What’s that smell...?
?: Hi, hihihi...
Ichiban: !
Hirata: You collectors never learn. No matter how many of you come, it’s always the same...!
Ichiban: You’re Hirata, yeah? ...I see, you really are just an old man.
Miss Tatsu: [angry] An old man with the cash to rent a warehouse like this. Let’s get you to pay back one month’s interest first.
Hirata: You all say the same thing... so your fate will also be the same.
Miss Tatsu: ...?
Yamada: [surprised] ...! Watch out!!
[something growls]
Ichiban: [confused] Wha?!
Miss Tatsu: [surprised] What is it now...?!
[the tiger growls again]
Miss Tatsu: [angry] ...Teru. We’re running.
Ichiban: [angry] Tsk...! We’re not letting him get away, are we? He’s a fucking lunatic. [raises fists] We have to fight it, Miss Tatsu. Teru, you stay behind me, alright?
Yamada: [frown] O-Okay...!
Miss Tatsu: ...Hirata. I’ll ask just in case. You aren’t gonna give the money back?
Hirata: No way that’s happening...!
Miss Tatsu: Fuh, then it can’t be helped. [angry] Sorry to that big guard dog over there, but I’m about to give his master a hell of a beating! Let’s go, Kasuga!!
Ichiban: Oouh!
Hirata: Aren’t you scared of my pet at all? ...Fine, if you think you can get past him, then just try it!
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[And so, Ichiban and Miss Tatsu beat up Hirata and his pet kitty about a hundred million times. I can’t place the battle music off the top of my head, but I do know the main menu for the event played Debt Cleanup, which is still a certified :catjam:]
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EPILOGUE
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Scene #5: Kamurocho · Docks
Ichiban: I wasn’t sure when I reported it, but it seems like the police have a handle on things.
Miss Tatsu: He didn’t have anything to do with the Omi, after all. Besides, it’s not like they could leave a tiger alone.
Ichiban: That’s for sure. I can’t believe he got a freakin’ tiger to fight off debt collectors instead of a guard dog. How did he even tame it?
Miss Tatsu: [frown] I’m sorry, Teru. You must have been scared.
Yamada: [frown] It’s fine...
Ichiban: [raised eyebrow] Hey, you don’t look fine. What’s wrong?
Yamada: ...I was thinking about what I could do while the two of you were fighting so hard. But in the end, I couldn’t do anything...
Miss Tatsu: Teru...
Ichiban: [smile] ...Heh, your heart’s in the right place, Teru. But you don’t have to rush yourself. Noa said it too, right? The basics are important. If you weren’t up to it today, you can try again tomorrow. And one day, you’ll be the one to help us out when we’re in a pinch. I’ll be looking forward to it.
Miss Tatsu: [smile] Feh, that’s right. We’re not getting any younger, after all. I’m counting on you, Teru.
Yamada: ...Yeah! I’ll try harder! [yell] Alright, I’ll get right back to my training! Starting with a run back home! Farewell!
[she runs off]
Ichiban: [confused] Hey! How many kilometres does she think that is...?
Miss Tatsu: [smile] Heh. She’s a good girl. I’m looking forward to her future.
Ichiban: [smile] ...Well, us old-timers are exhausted. What say we enjoy an after-work drink together?
Miss Tatsu: Sounds good. At least that’s one advantage to being an adult!
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Ichiban: And he’s right back to his bad behaviour. A tiger never changes its stripes.
The original saying here is “三つ子の魂百まで”, which translates literally to “the soul of a child of three (is the same) at 100″. In other words, someone’s nature as a child never truly changes even when they get older. The tiger saying seemed to be a decent equivalent, and also added a delightful bit of dramatic irony, hehe.
Anyway, let’s talk a little more about Hirata. He actually showed up one more time in the main series, in a Yakuza 3 substory. After Kiryu kicked his teeth in, Hirata ran off and became homeless while his family suffered under his debt. Circa 2009, his son tried to kill him in revenge, but Kiryu stopped him and father and son reconciled after Hirata apologised for what he put his family through.
So then, why did he return to his old scam another ten or so years later? One could just say he relapsed, going along with Ichiban’s point that a person’s true nature never changes. However, I think it honestly might be because RGGO did its Yakuza 1 retelling just two months before this event. Why stoop to some generic mook when they have a fully animated model for an actual Yakuza baddie, you know? Really sucks to be that family of his, though.
#ryu ga gotoku#ryu ga gotoku online#ichiban kasuga#miss tatsu#teru yamada#rgg#rggo#rgg online#yakuza
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A Moment To Rember - C1
Xiao x Reader | Fluff
Word count: 4048
Summary: You've fallen for a mysterious young man at Wangshu Inn, and you're willing to do anything to get his attention.
A/N: I wrote this about a year ago when I just got Xiao. My first Genshin Impact fan fic. I was also somewhat new to the game so I didn't know much.
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You had done so much to get his attention. The strange short man with dark almost black hair and some teal highlights in it. His eyes were a beautiful shiny yellow, but he never smiled. The first time you saw him, was on the balcony of the Wangshu Inn. The moonlight was beautifully illuminating his pale frame. He was just standing there near the railing, looking up to space. However, suddenly he had turned his head and stared straight at you. You could never forget that moment. You had instant butterflies in your stomach. But the moment was cut short, as chef Yanxiao called for you to help. You didn’t see the stranger after that for a while.
But no matter what, you couldn’t forget him. You wanted to see him again. You asked Verr Goldet about the stranger.
“Oh, I know him”, she replied. “You want to meet him? He likes good food, especially our almond tofu. So why don’t you cook for him and offer it.”
You were chef Smiley Yanxiao’s assistant, so you knew a thing or two about cooking, even though he didn’t allow you to make food for the guests. You had done two dishes. Almond tofu and noodles with mountain delicacies. Boss had given you very specific instructions, which honestly sounded weird. “With the food, go to the balcony, and then pray for the gods”, she had said. With your two dishes, you had gone up to the balcony. You thought about him, meanwhile praying for Rex Lapis for the stranger to appear.
“What are you doing?”
The stranger had appeared behind you. You almost dropped your food from the sudden scare.
“D-Do you want food?” is what you said then. You smacked yourself in your head for being so awkward.
He just stared at you, no expressions on his face. It was a little unsettling. But he walked up to you and picked your noodles and started eating.
“Do you like it?” you asked.
“It is decent”, he replied.
Another moment you’d never forget. He finished the food very quickly, so you offered him the almond tofu. He was eating it so fast. You wondered if he just has a good appetite or if your food really was that good. When he had finished, you took the plate and the bowl.
“Did you want something?” he asked.
You blinked rapidly, feeling your cheeks heating up.
“Uh, what’s…” you paused nervously. “What’s your name?”
“My name is not important”, the man replied bluntly.
Out of nowhere, you told him your name, as if your mouth moved on its own. The man raised his brow ever so slightly. He looked a little confused and maybe irritated.
“Now that I’ve introduced myself”, you said. “It’s only polite for you to tell me your name.”
He sighed. He was definitely irritated.
“You may call me ’Xiao’”, he started walking past you. “If that is all, then I shall leave.”
You could only stand there, staring inside the inn. After a good thirty seconds, you turned around, “W-wait!”
But, Xiao had mystically disappeared. You walked up to the railing, feeling a strange wind that felt was going up. You were confused. You ended up explaining it as him jumping off and gliding out of sight. It wouldn’t have been the first time you saw people doing that.
Days had gone by, and you saw Xiao only a few times after that. However, when you tried to go talk to him, something distracted you and he was already out of sight. It was frustrating, to say the least. You’d cook food for him a few times, but even those moments were cut short as he wouldn’t keep up a conversation. He was the most anti-social man you had ever met.
But you couldn’t deny your growing feelings for Xiao. Every time you saw him, even if it was but a moment, you felt excited and happy. And you would keep giving him food, even if just to have a few minutes' worths of conversation. Each time you got to look at him from close and hear his voice, the butterflies in your stomach would feel stronger. It was like a teenage crush. You’d do anything to get him to stay with you for a little longer.
You talked to Verr Goldet about Xiao again, she seemed to know him somewhat. There must be something else you could do.
“Well”, she started thinking. “I think he likes flowers.”
“Flowers?”
“Yes, especially Qingxin flowers.”
Your eyes opened wide. “The white flower that only grows on top of mountain cliffs?”
She laughed lightly. “Yes, that one.”
You groaned in frustration. You had never seen a Qingxin flower in the wild because you had never gone up to the mountains. Why couldn’t he like Gaze Lillies or Silk flowers? They’re everywhere in Liyue Harbor.
“You could go to Liyue Harbor and ask the man who sells flowers”, she suggested.
You shook your head. “First, I don’t like him. Second, I think picking the flower up myself is much more…” You paused for a moment. What did you even want to say?
“Romantic?” she teased.
Your cheeks heated up and you looked at her in shock. You shook your head roughly and fast as you were embarrassed.
“N-no… Personal!”
She chuckled, flashing you a smirk. “That too.”
You glared at her. Then sighed again. “I’ll figure something out…”
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You tried to come up with a plan. Going to buy the flowers in Liyue was out of the question, and you had heard from a traveler there was a florist in Monstadt, but it was far away and it was unlikely they would have Qingxin flowers anyway. You were already considering simply picking some silk flowers that were close by. But then again, you really wanted it to be a special moment. A new moment to remember forever. The only way that could happen, as if you went out there and picked the flowers yourself.
And so, you grabbed a book about plants. You checked Qingxin flowers. They showed the most likely places they’re growing in. Which was at Qingyun Peak, with that strange floating rock up high. You would look at it, dreaming of visiting it somehow. But, Qingyun Peak was dangerous to go in by yourself.
In the book, they also mentioned the big cliff near Quili Plains, close to Wangshu Inn. There were a few smaller cliffs near it, perhaps one of them would have these flowers. The way over there was also safe, unlike the road to Minlin which was full of all kinds of danger. You made your decision. It was time to get ready for a hike, it seemed.
You asked Huai’an for a free day, then told Smiley Yanxiao that you’d be away for a day, packed some essentials, and headed out. You didn’t dare to tell where you were going, since you didn’t want to be scolded. Verr Goldet, Huai’an and Smiley Yanxiao may have been your employers, but they were also your family.
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The road to the cliff was familiar to you, as it was in the same direction as Liyue Harbor. You’d been to the city a few times. You hoped this trip would be done within a day or two.
You tried to avoid any danger. Hilichurls, slimes, and treasure hoarders were hanging out near the road you took. You were no fighter, the closest thing to a weapon you had ever held was a kitchen knife. But being small and invisible, you were great at hiding and sneaking. The best tactic to survive was to not fight at all.
The travel had gone smoothly and you hadn’t bumped into any danger. There was only one hilichurl camp and a few slimes on the way, but you sneaked by undetected. When you were getting closer to the big cliff, you noticed a few manageable-looking cliffs near it. There was one particular that looked high enough to have the flowers, but small enough for you to climb.
The cliff was behind Zhu’s Inn which was in between Wangshu and Liyue Harbor. Perfect, you were starving. You walked up to the Inn and took a seat at one of the bamboo tables outside. A worker walked to you with a smile on her face.
“Would you like to order?”
“Uh yes, I’ll take Stir-fried filet, thank you”, you smiled back.
“Alright, just wait a moment.”
You took a deep breath, feeling the refreshing air. It was a beautiful day. The Inn, however, felt lonely. There were no other customers besides you. It was still a very peaceful location.
The worker came back to you with your food, placing it in front of you.
“I hope you enjoy!”
While you ate, you started dreaming of the moment you’d give Xiao the flowers. Would he smile? Would he sigh grumpily like always? Maybe he would want to speak with you more? Your sight turned up at the cliff. Was it a reckless idea? Maybe. But you were too far now, no turning back. After you had eaten, you paid for your food and headed up to the cliff.
When you were next to it, you started feeling uneasy. It was so much bigger than you anticipated. So much to climb. You were in so-so shape, so even the small cliff felt big. But there seemed to be multiple small points along the way, where you could rest your feet and legs. Carefully, you figured out a strategy for how to climb up. When you had made sure of a way to get up in one piece, you took a deep breath, placed your hands on points that stuck out, and started going up.
At first, it went on pretty well. You could get a good crib off the cliff and you managed to get to the first resting point with ease. The next point was a little further away up, but you just had to try not to push yourself to get there faster, truly channel your strength and go slowly. And that's how it kept going, one step at a time. One time, you’d stop to look down. Your heart started racing. The sudden realization that if you slipped and lost your crib, you could fall down to your death. For some reason, that was something you didn’t think about before. You thought if you’d fall, it would be at the bottom where you’d maybe at worst get a little injured. This was definitely not a good idea. Your heart was pounding even faster and louder, but you couldn’t stop now. Had to keep going, for Xiao.
Just a few more climbs, and you’d be at the top. Just a few meters more. Your arms and legs were aching, but you pushed through. You almost closed your eyes and let your body simply go on its own. It felt like you were on autopilot. For a moment, you stopped, looking up. You were so close.
With your final strength, you took a crib off the edge and pulled yourself up. You lay on the hard surface for a bit, staring up at the sky. The sun had already moved so much, it was almost dawn. Did it take you that long? When you had rested enough, you sat up. On all fours, you looked down. Your balance was sifting when you noticed how high up you were. It’s not like you were scared of heights, no you enjoyed looking down from the balcony of Wangshu Inn, but perhaps the comforting safety of the railing kept you calm. But on that cliff, one mistake and you’d be flying.
You crawled back away from the edge, slowly. The air up there was very fresh, however. You let the cool breeze blow on your face for a bit. It would’ve been nice to just sit there and watch the scenery in front of you. You saw Luhua Pool very well, even the high mountains of Minlin. It was a beautiful sight. But you were there for a reason, and you shook your head from the small dozing.
As you turned around, you already saw it. A little bouquet of Qingxin flowers. They looked so lonely there, like waiting for someone to get them. And here you were, making their wish come true. They were beautiful, simple yet rich. You got up close and leaned down to sniff. The scent was calming. They fit Xiao well. A beautiful, calm, yet lonely individual. You grabbed the bunch and pulled them out of the rock, then set them in your bag as carefully as possible. Mission accomplished!
Or so you thought until you realized: you had no plan to get back down.
Climbing up was easy enough, but doing the same down, was at least twice as hard. The resting points were too far away from each other for you to just jump on them. You couldn’t simply walk down. You didn’t have a gliding license or any gliding wings at all for you to just fly down. So the only way down was to climb again.
You positioned yourself at the edge, carefully trying to lower yourself. You tried to find one of the grabbing points, a little rock to put your foot on. When you felt something, you let your weight on it. Then your other foot, to another rock. You made sure to have a good grip on the edge.
You were confident, and lowered yourself down, searching for another place to put your foot on.
Then, it happened. You tried to place your foot on something but slipped. It completely messed up your balance, and so your other foot also slipped. You hung by the cliff, desperately trying to find a spot to place your feet on again. But, perhaps you were panicking too much for you to think clearly, and all the flailing made the crip on the edge loosen.
“No no no-!” you yelped.
Slowly, one by one your fingers gave up, until you were hanging onto your dear life with just your right hand.
“Please, help me…!”
You couldn’t hold on anymore. It was too much for you.
“Xiao!”
You fell.
Suddenly, you were swooped by some strange force. It felt like wind caught you. But the wind felt warm, and… human. Before you knew it, you were safely on the ground. Well, not on the ground really.
A pair of familiar yellow eyes met yours, and that’s when you realized, you were held by the very person you almost died for.
“X-Xiao?” you stared at the man with wide eyes.
He placed you on the ground, without saying a word. But he felt different from his usual calm self. He was glaring at you.
“I… how-?”
“What were you doing?” he asked with his voice raised a tad.
“I- what?” you were speechless.
He groaned annoyingly. “You mortals don’t think. You could have died!”
Mortals? You were confused, to say the least. But, above all, you felt guilty. You had made Xiao angry.
“I climbed up the cliff…” you responded quietly.
Xiao huffed, glaring at you more. “Why would you do something so stupid??”
You felt almost tearing up. You took the Qingxin flowers out of your bag and held them at him, pushing your face down.
“I went to pick up these…”
“You risked your life for some flowers?” he asked, his tone still angry.
“I…” you took a deep breath. “I picked them for you!”
You lifted your head up to look at Xiao. He looked taken aback, his eyebrows risen, mouth slightly open. He stared at you with that expression for a moment.
“For me?”
You nodded your head firmly, still holding the flowers at him.
His eyes narrowed, and expression softened. “Why would you-?”
“Because…” you began. “I heard you like Qingxin flowers… And I wanted to surprise you.”
Xiao blinked a few times, staying silent. He sighed. It wasn’t an annoyed sigh, however. It felt sad.
“You risked your life… for me?” he asked. He looked back at you. “Why? Why do you want to talk to me so much? You mortals-”
“Because I like you!”
Xiao’s eyes widened. Your cheeks heated up. You had no control over your lips again this time. It all started to feel ridiculous. You couldn’t read his expression, other than he was surprised. The silence you two shared was making you more nervous. Please say something.
“What are you talking about?” he asked. “Stop speaking nonsense. I’ll take you back to Wangshu Inn-. Wha-??”
You had taken a step further and wrapped your arms around Xiao’s slim frame. All that had happened, you falling down and almost dying, Xiao being angry at you and you confessing your feelings for him all of a sudden. If it was the last time you could talk to him, you wanted it to last as long as possible.
“I’m sorry…” you said with a shaky voice.
“What are you-?” Xiao groaned. “Why are you apologizing?”
“I made you angry…” you spoke, your head buried in his chest. “I just wanted to surprise you, to make you happy… But I ruined it all, didn’t I?”
You lifted your head up, looking at Xiao. Your eyes were tearing up. Xiao’s eyes widened again and he gasped softly.
“You didn’t… Ugh.” He took a deep breath. “I don’t know what to call this emotion I have… but it is not anger.”
You blinked, staring at the yellow-eyed man with confused eyes. Why was he speaking so strangely?
“You… you don’t know?”
He groaned. “I am not that familiar with human emotions.”
There he went again, speaking like he wasn’t human. You started thinking, remembering the times he had disappeared like thin air, and just now, how did he know you were in danger and how on earth did he even save you?
“Xiao…” you let go of him. “How…? How did you know I was in danger? How did you save me?”
He let out a deep sigh. “I heard you call my name. So I flew here as soon as I could.”
“I am confused”, you simply said. “My head is hurting…”
“If you’re hurt, you should rest”, he said. You swear you could hear some concern in his tone. “I’ll take you back.”
“No”, you replied. Xiao’s brow rose. “Please explain to me. Who are you??”
He looked down to the ground, then at you. It was like he was thinking if he should tell you or not. Until he nodded to himself.
“I am Xiao, the conqueror of demons”, he said calmly. “I’m an adeptus.”
And there it was. Your eyes widened, as wide as they could. Suddenly, it all made sense. He would randomly appear, you made an offering for him with food, and he didn’t glide away, he used some adeptus powers to go from place to place. He could hear you call his name because you were praying for him. His appearance even, how didn’t you realize it sooner? He didn’t look like a regular human for sure.
“You’re an… adeptus?”
“Yes”, he said.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked.
Xiao looked confused. “There was no reason to. I do not meddle with idle mortal chit-chat.”
You let out a chuckle, mumbling to yourself. “That explains the grumpiness, and not being social.”
Everything seemed even worse now. You not only had caught feelings for a beautiful man, but you had caught feelings for an adeptus. Speaking about liking someone out of your league. It was all so much more awkward.
“Well… thank you”, you said. “Thank you for rescuing me even though you’re probably busy with your adeptus business.”
Xiao let out a huff. “You sound like you are not important.”
“Well… I am, as you said, just a mere mortal…”
“Do you think I like to be me?”, he asked. “It’s not easy being me.”
You felt strange sadness. All you saw, when you looked at Xiao, was a beautiful and wonderful man.
“But, Xiao… you’re so amazing”, again, your mouth was talking on its own.
“Amazing? Not even close.”
“Look, I went out of my way to pick you flowers that only grow on high cliffs”, you noted. “If you weren’t amazing, then why did I even do this trip?”
Xiao stayed silent for a moment. “You are truly special…”
“Hm?” you raised your brows.
“I’ve been intrigued by you for a while now”, he admitted. “I have never met a human who was so persistent as you. A human so patient. I don’t know what I would have done if you had fallen down…”
“Xiao…”
“To think that you risked your life for me”, his hand clenched into a fist. “Huh-?”
Once again, you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him gently. He felt comforting, like a calm wind.
“Thank you,” you said. “Thank you for saving me.”
“Hmph”, he awkwardly placed his hand on your head. “No need. Of course, I would save you.”
You buried your head against his shoulder. You didn’t want to let go. The idea of this moment ending, hurt. Your heart was beating calmly, which was odd. You’d expect your whole body to go crazy, you were holding the man you had a crush on after all. But it was a very comforting moment, a moment you wouldn’t forget.
“Please…” you suddenly begged. “Don’t go… I’ve been trying to spend time with you for so long... “
Xiao sighed. “I’m not…”
He placed his finger under your chin, making you look at him. You could feel your cheeks heating up again, this time, you possibly were blushing. Xiao let out a soft gasp, then he quickly looked away from you. It was kind of cute. Maybe he had a soft side to him.
“Look-”, he started. “We can spend more time together…”
What? Was he serious? You stared at him with your eyes wide open, lips slowly turning into a smile.
“But only if you promise me”, he said. “Do not go and do something so stupid again, got it?”
The smile on your lips was a lot more prominent, and you nodded your head firmly.
“If you want to go somewhere high, you ask me”, he said. “I’ll take you there safely.”
You nodded again.
Then silence. You were still holding him, and you noticed, that he had his hand resting on your side as well. Xiao seemed to notice it too as he pushed his head down and pushed you away gently.
“S-so”, he stuttered a little. “We should go back. It’s late. I know you mortals need sleep.”
Now that you knew he was an adeptus, suddenly you adored him even more. There were so many things you wanted to show him and do with him. The sky was already dark, and your eyes went up to Qingyun Peak. You gasped lightly.
“What is it?” Xiao asked you.
“That rock up there”, you pointed at the floating rock that was glowing jade green. “It’s so beautiful… I wish I could go up there…”
Xiao turned in the direction of the peak, looking at it longingly. You both gazed up at the mountains, staying quiet for a long moment. It was peaceful, romantic even. So many beautiful moments to remember, all with Xiao. And you wished there would be many more to come.
You changed your gaze to Xiao. A few seconds later he looked at you back. You smiled, then took one of the Qingxin flowers and reached to place one on his ear. Xiao blinked, his eyes widening. He looked so cute. He was staring at you with wide eyes, the flower framed his face beautifully.
“It suits you”, you smiled widely. “You look so cute!”
Xiao groaned softly, but didn’t take the flower off or anything. He looked embarrassed, absolutely adorable.
“Stop playing games,” he muttered. “Let us go back to Wangshu Inn.”
You grabbed his hand and held it, letting out a small giggle. Xiao groaned again but didn’t shoo your hand away or anything. Instead, he started leading you away to the road. You two walked back to Wangshu Inn, your hands holding for the entire time.
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His Empress
A/N - This is the first time I’ve gotten a Star Wars prompt and I’m so excited for this Kylo Ren story! Please know that this somewhat of an alternate timeline, with Kylo Ren and Rey’s force-bond existing while Poe is captured and Poe’s capture lasting a few weeks rather than a few days.
Day 12 of Writer’s Block Challenge
Pairing(s) : Kylo Ren x Female!Reader, slight Poe x Platonic!Reader
Summary : You, feeling angry that your boyfriend is ignoring you for his force-bond partner, befriend a captured resistance pilot. When he finds out what you’ve been doing without telling him, he’s just a tab bit mad.
Warning(s) : “God” is said once. Mainly floof.
Word Count : 1,546
You’d never admit it to anyone but you were jealous.
You were jealous of her, of the girl who had attracted the attention of you boyfriend, of the girl who shared a “connection” with him through means you could never understand, of the girl who kept him up at night.
At first you had been okay with it, your daily routine stayed the same. You still woke up to soft morning kisses from your beloved, you still ate breakfast together while discussing his plans for the day, you still joked around while watching him practice new tricks with his lightsaber, you still talked about your days over dinner, and you still fell asleep in his arms.
But now, you weren’t so okay with it. All your moments, the ones that were sacred between you two, were now part of the past because of her. Gone where the private kisses and lingering touches. Gone were the silly conversations between his meetings that neither of you wanted to end. Gone were the moments spent alone in your bed when you were cuddled up together.
You’d tried your best to enforce those moments, you really had. You’d asked him to join you for meals, asked him to walk with you around the ship, asked him to set aside time for you, but even still, he always ended up brushing you off with something about how she was “important to the success of the First Order.”
What about what’s important for the success of our relationship? You think bitterly as you stride through the ship, no particular destination in mind.
Left, left, right, left, right, each turn takes you farther and farther away from your empty room. Just what you need. You don’t feel like being reminded of that fact that he had left you alone, that he had chosen her over you once again.
It’s not for a bit that you finally look up and find yourself in a place you do not know. You current status turning from bitter to completely and utterly lost.
“Where the hell am I?” You ask the air around you, not expecting any answer due to the fact that you were alone.
“You’re in the prisoner’s quarters,” a voice pipes up from your left.
You jump in fright, whipping around to see that a doorway had opened up when you passed. It revealed a man strapped to a contraption that looked rather uncomfortable. A handsome man, in a rugged way, black curls, tan skin, not exactly your type but close enough.
“And you are?” You ask softly, entering the room cautiously.
“Why should I tell you?” He had a fair point, being the one tied up when you weren’t.
“Nevermind then,” you sit down in front of him, “I’ll just call you Joe.”
“My name’s no Joe,” he states indignantly.
“Then how about Matt?”
“That’s not my name either.”
“Liam?”
“No.”
“John?”
“No.”
“Thomas?”
“What’s with all these stereotypical names?”
“My creativity can only stretch so far,” you shrug, “you won’t give me your name so I’m trying to settle on something else to call you.”
“It’s Poe,” he finally states after a few seconds of consideration, “and you are?”
“Y/N,” you smile, trying to convey that you meant him no harm, “and I know it’s a stupid question but humor me. How had your day been so far?”
“Pretty good,” he plays along, “went to the gym, practiced with my blaster, had a pleasant conversation with a beautiful gal. All in all, it’s been a pretty decent day. What about you?”
“More or less the same. Got up, had some breakfast, took a stroll to nowhere in particular, had a nice conversation with some handsome guy,” you respond accordingly, both of you choosing to ignore the situation he was in.
“What did you have for breakfast?” He questions, continuing the flow of conversation.
“Had some blueberries with a slice of bread,” you respond, thinking back to your meal.
“I haven’t had blueberries since I was a kid,” he comments softly, "can’t remember what they taste like, just that they were good.”
“What if I brought you some later? If I can find my way back here?” Your offer, not for purely selfless reasons.
“I’d like that,” he grins, something that implies his stay just got a little bit better. Good.
“Then I’ll be back later with those blueberries.”
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And that was how it went for the next few weeks. Every meal you had, you would share with Poe, bringing him different types of food each time. It had become habit, a ritual, your new form of normal, and you liked it.
“How are you today kind sir?” You ask as you enter the room, two plates of strawberries, jam, and toast in your hands.
“Not too bad, my fair lady,” he responded playfully as you unlocked and unhooked the leather straps restricting his arms.
That was another thing that had changed, the level of trust you had in one another. At first you had fed him yourself, but somewhere along the line you began to release his bindings so he could eat on his own. He'd never once tried to get the key from you, not that you gave him much of a chance.
“Did anything interesting happen while I was away?” It was your typical way of starting a conversation.
“Not much besides getting grilled for information,” he answers plainly, taking a bite out of his toast.
“God, this is so good,” he mumbles through his mouthful, “can I have this tomorrow too?”
You let out a laugh, taking a bite out of your own toast and nodding, “that can be arranged.”
He pumps his fist in the arm, being careful to not jostle his other arm, a sight that makes you laugh out loud. It's a laugh that gets cut short when the door opens and Kylo Ren steps in, General Hux following short behind.
“Kylo Ren, General Hux,” you stand up, your plate forgotten on the ground, “what are you doing here?”
“I should be asking you that question,” Kylo’s voice sounds through the helmet, slightly garbled from the voice modulation box.
“I was keeping the prisoner company,” you tell him, standing your ground.
“Seems like a little more than that,” Hux comments, to which you respond with a deathly stare.
If looks could kill, that man would be well past six feet under.
“That is enough,” Kylo boomed, “General Hux, re-strap the prisoner. And you, you will be coming with me.”
You looked over your shoulder at Poe as Kylo drags you out of the room, mouthing a quick “I’m sorry” before he disappears from view. You were worried for him and the pain Hux would instill upon him, but as Kylo strides down the corridor, you begin to worry more for yourself.
You count each turn as you take them, left, right, left, right, right, every single one nurturing the seed of fear rooted deep in your stomach. Whatever Kylo had in store for you, it likely wouldn’t be pretty.
You finally come to a stop at your door, his hand going to open it before pushing you inside with a surprising amount of gentleness. The second it closes behind him, his helmet is peeled off, his arms are wrapped around your waist, and his nose is buried into your hair.
“Kylo?” You ask softly, scared to move even a millimeter.
“I couldn’t find you,” he whispers softly, “I looked everywhere and I couldn’t find you. I thought you’d left me.”
You’re about to comfort him, about to wrap your arms around him, about to kiss him, but then you remember the reason you were with Poe in the first place.
“I should have,” you pull away from him, turning around to jab your finger into his chest, “with the way you’ve been treating me these past few weeks, I really should have.”
“What are you talking about?” A confused look crosses his face.
“You really don’t know? The all powerful Kylo Ren really doesn’t know why I’m mad?” You used his full title, something you only did when you were truly angry.
“I wouldn’t have asked you the question if I knew the answer. I don’t dance around the point like you do.” His answer only served to infuriate you more.
“Her,” you state, “you’ve been ignoring me for weeks because of her.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d have assumed you’d rather be in a relationship with her than me.” That last part was a teeny bit uncalled for but you didn’t care, you were livid with him.
The second he registered what you had said, his hand was pressing against your lips to keep you quiet while his other arm brought you back against his chest.
“Never,” he growled, his eyes staring into yours, “she means nothing to me. She is just a means to the end, a way to end those rebels once and for all. You, you my dear, are my everything, you are to be my Empress.”
That’s all it takes from your boyfriend for you to connect your lips to his, sealing his vow with a kiss.
“Then may the emperor reign supreme,” you smiles against his lips.
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Fake Fiancée - Part 2
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader
Summary: Reader becomes rather possessive over Spencer when she learns he’s been been with someone else since they hooked up four months ago.
Category: SMUT (18+)
Content Warnings: Language, mutual masturbation, oral sex (male and female receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, hand-on-neck (no choking), praise, degradation kink, possession kink, dirty talk
Word Count: 7.1k (I didn’t mean for it to get this long I swear aldjfsdlfksk)
PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3
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NOTE: HERE IT IS!!! 🥰 Thank you all for showing so much love to Part 1, I seriously wasn’t expecting all the requests for more of the story, so it was fun coming up with ideas! I’m still not sure if I want to do 3 or 4 parts yet, but I’ll let you know soon! In the meantime, I hope you all enjoy reading this second installment! ❤
***
He's been a ghost in my head for four months.
Everywhere I went I could hear his voice, hear the way he whimpered out my name and how cries got higher and higher as I clenched around him. I felt the rough grip he held on my hips as I rode him, the pads of his fingertips leaving behind faint bruises that I currently wished I still had.
And more prominently, I saw his face. It was always in the back of my mind, burning into me with lust-drunk eyes and a pouty mouth in the shape of an O. It sizzled into my brain, the sound definitely sounding more like raindrops than fire, but I was more than okay with that.
Though, every time it rained, I couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same— if he stood outside or watched from the safety of wherever he was and replayed that moment over and over again until he was aching to be in my presence once more.
I also had to wonder if he knew about the ring I'd left in his front seat.
Did he leave it in his car, perhaps in the glovebox or on a string that he tied around his mirror? Or did it fall somewhere between the seats? Maybe he found it and did what I never could, pawning it off for some happily-accepted cash while he laughed at how careless I was to take a stranger's virginity and then leave my expensive diamond ring behind like a fool.
Unfortunately, I didn't have the means to find out.
It's not like I could have wandered up to the FBI building and ask to meet with a Dr. Spencer Reid... Right? Because that as absurd. I'd only met the guy once, and he'd probably think I was crazy for trying to track him down.
It was a whole ordeal that I'd mulled over again and again, and I ultimately decided that it was ridiculous.
If anything I was happy to be rid of the ring. I could move on with my life, and maybe Spencer sold it for money or he's held on to it as a souvenir for a special night.
Win-win.
It didn't dull the small ache I felt for him, though. Every once in a while I found myself remembering how great that night was... I hadn't felt that way—sexy, confident, fun—in a long time, and as much as it sucked that he was getting picked on by some drunk idiots at a bar, I was glad it led me to him.
Some nights, when I was missing him significantly more than usual, I even went back to Waterson's in the event that I'd run into him again, hopefully under better circumstances.
Tonight was one of those nights.
This time I didn't have a ring to keep most of the men from hitting on me, but now that I was well and truly over my ex-husband, I was glad I didn't use that as an excuse to keep the ring around anymore. As annoying and painful as the drunken flirting was, I was way better equipped to handle it and truthfully somewhat relieved that I could get back to normal.
You know, save for the fact that I was only at Waterson's in the first place to maybe see some guy I hooked up with four months ago and still haven't stopped thinking about...
Because that was totally a normal thing to do.
I was on my second beer of the night when I felt a presence behind me. And even though I was pretty sure than I'd be able to tell if it was really Spencer, a part of me still buzzed thinking of the prospect of seeing him here again.
I turned around though, and was met with an entirely different person. I tried not to look disappointed, but it must have shown because the man who'd caught my attention gave a small laugh.
"I'm sorry, are you expecting someone?"
I liked to think that I had a good read on most people, especially when it came to men in bars. This man was someone I looked at for a few seconds and immediately knew that he wasn't looking to make me uncomfortable. He had come over to flirt with me, no doubt, but the difference here was that where most men would have gone straight into it, this man genuinely looked like he was willing to haul ass if I really was waiting for someone and didn't want his company.
That alone made me willing to entertain him a little, even if I was disappointed that he wasn't who I desperately wanted him to be. But it certainly helped that he was attractive.
The first word that came to mind was smooth. Even as I laughed back at the man and answered him, my eyes did some wandering of his figure and admired what I saw. A crisp, tight grey tee shirt that hugged some rather nice muscles, and brown skin that was just a few shades lighter than his eyes, which were kind and a little playful. His smile was stunning, sharing that same playfulness that his eyes held as he practically sparkled to life at my answer.
"Oh, no, I'm not... But I certainly wasn't expecting you..."
I made sure to smile at him, a little smirk that complimented the admiring eyes I was offering him and a little laugh that never failed to get me what I wanted.
He gently leaned into the bar, one of his hands coming to rest of the cool wooden surface. "I'm Derek."
"Y/N."
"Pretty name."
I don't know what made me so bold, but I nodded and shot him a wink. "Not as pretty as you."
We shared another laugh, and then I took a swig of my beer, finishing the last of it and then sliding towards him. "Can I buy you a drink?"
"We just met and you're already stealing from me... That's my line."
"What can I say, I'm quick... Hey, Carla! Can I get two more for me and my friend here?"
The bartender—and my longtime friend—laughed a little, taking my empty bottle. "Sure thing."
The look she gave me right before turning away practically yelled, I thought your type was helpless skinny white guys who can barely look you in the eye without creaming themselves...
Yeah, well, you worked with what you were given. And besides, my type was practically anyone with just a shred of decency.
Real high bar, huh?
But after Patrick, I couldn't complain. Derek seemed like the type of guy who would flirt with you at any given chance, but respected your boundaries all the same. Unfortunately that was hard to find nowadays, especially in bars like Waterson's.
So, yeah, he wasn't the man I was naively wishing to see here tonight, but he was into me, he was decent from what I could tell, and he was hot.
So we had a drink and spent a good twenty minutes chatting it up. Since it was my third beer of the night, I was accumulating a pretty steady buzz, and the longer I talked with Derek the more I opened up a little. I found myself leaning into him and finding excuses to lightly touch his arm, but I kept noticing that he was glancing down at his watch occasionally.
"Are you expecting someone?" I asked, playfully.
"Right, uh... Yeah, I was supposed to be meeting a friend here. He's usually early, but I think we got our times mixed up again..."
"Again, huh? You two aren't very good coordinators?"
Derek laughed, the sound making me feel all warm. "Well, for FBI agents you'd think we'd be better at it."
"O—Oh," I said, my heart stopping for a beat. Had I heard that right? Was I more tipsy than I thought? "FBI?"
"You seem stunned," he said with another laugh. "What, you're not a criminal, are you? Do I have to take you in?"
I laughed, albeit nervously, but decided that this all had to be pure coincidence. If I didn't, I would have gone insane. Even still, it was difficult for me to sit here and openly flirt with this man when I knew he just confessed to having the same profession as the literal man of my dreams— and as of late that also included daydreams.
In fact, I was positive that's what it was when I saw Spencer approach us— a daydream.
Derek was calling my name, I knew that much, but I couldn't do anything but look over his shoulder where Spencer's ghost practically froze in place when he spotted me.
"Y/N?"
That wasn't Derek's voice. Spencer's mouth moved in time with the calling of my name, and it even sounded like him. I blinked rapidly, hoping that I could snap out of it and excuse myself for the rest of the night, so I could go home and sleep it off.
But even when I finished blinking, expecting Spencer's figure to be gone, he was still there.
At this point Derek had turned around, and what he said next snapped me out of it pretty damn good.
"Reid? You know her?"
"You're real," I said, speaking for the first time in a while. My throat felt dry, and my heart came alive at the sight of him.
Spencer stared at me, his eyes softening after I spoke to him. I saw his lips twitch into a shy smile before his hand came up in an equally shy wave. "Y—Yeah, I'm real." What followed was a huffed laugh that cemented his nervousness at seeing me again for the first time in four months, and it was the most refreshing thing I'd heard in a while.
"Oh my God," I said, a smile of my own starting to creep up.
I'd completely forgotten about Derek being there until he spoke up, snapping us out of our reunion, his voice conveying every range of confusion.
"What the hell is this?"
***
I knew there was always a minor chance that I'd run into her again, but it still rendered me utterly still and practically useless when I spotted her across the bar with Derek.
She was just... there. After months of debating whether or not I should send her a letter with the ring mailed back or stopping by to see her, or even using Garcia's help to find where she might have been so I could 'surprise' running into her... It happened to chance that I didn't need any of that at all. Because she was really there.
And she was flirting with Derek.
I'd have been lying if I said that didn't really bother me, but truthfully I'd always felt a bit insecure around him, mostly when it came to being surrounded by women who were most likely fawning over him instead of me.
Not that I particularly wanted or even needed them to fawn over me in the first place... It was just... Telling.
And it's not like I knew or thought I wasn't at least somewhat attractive. But seeing the one and only woman who'd ever made me feel very good about all of that for probably the first time in my whole life openly flirting with my best friend? It stung. It felt like now that she'd seen me and him in the same place, she'd decide that she'd made a mistake before and that she'd be better off with someone else— someone who was stronger and more skilled and probably easier to look at.
Even when the three of us sat at a booth and Y/N decided to sit next to me, her proximity dizzying after all this time apart, the first thought that came to my mind was, She doesn't want to see me. She'd much rather sit across from Derek so she can look at him instead.
I was starting to think maybe I should have stuck to mailing her a letter...
"So... Are you gonna tell me how you two know each other?" Derek asked, leaning back and easily amused.
Y/N seemed to be amused by all of this, too, because she answered immediately, a tone in her voice that I'd only dreamed about for four months and nine days straight.
"Oh, we were engaged."
If I didn't know any better, I would have thought Derek's eyebrows were going to fly straight off his head. "Engaged? Like... Engaged?"
"I—It's not what you think," I jumped in, suddenly a little embarrassed. "Not really engaged, but... Y/N pretended to be my fiancée once... There were, um... There were these guys who wouldn't leave me alone and she came over and told them off."
I hoped he wouldn't piece it together, but it was inevitable, and the look of realization that crossed his features made me feel extra warm with embarrassment.
"Oh... Is she the reason why you actually said yes to that date last month?"
Y/N turned to me, an eyebrow raised. "A date? Because of me? I don't... I don't follow..."
I was going to explain, but Derek beat me to it.
"I've always tried to set Pretty Boy here up for a date, but he's always said no, and then out of the blue I ask him and he agrees. Which was a shock in its own. I knew something was up, something had to have given him the confidence to go on the date... And all along its been you, hasn't it?"
"Well, I... I don't know, I guess so?"
They both looked at me then, and I stared down at my hands, unwilling to look either of them in the eye. "Y—Yeah... I don't know, I guess Y/N just... helped me see something in myself I hadn't seen before."
I half expected them to think it was silly, but Y/N's hand dropped down onto my knee and I stared at it for a moment before flitting my eyes up to meet her gaze. It was soft, and a small smile grazed her pretty features.
"Oh, Spencer, I'm so glad I could do that for you... How was the date?"
"O—Oh, it... It was fine. Not... I'm not seeing her anymore, but it wasn't bad... Just, um... There wasn't much of a connection, that's all."
In simpler words, She wasn't you.
But I couldn't tell her that, not when she was staring at me again with those sparkling eyes and her hand burning a hole through my pants with her electrifying touch, and most certainly not with Derek sitting right in front of us.
"Hey, whether it worked out or not, whatever you did to get him out there, it must have been one hell of a job," he said as if he'd been reading my thoughts.
Y/N gave me a knowing look, though, and suddenly I was transported to my car, feeling her hand explore my body as she showered me with filthy words and names that set me alight and cemented something about myself that I'd never known. Since then I had dreams about her, telling me how much of a 'good little whore' I was for her, and I always woke up from those dreams clutching her ring around my finger.
"Well, like I said, I'm glad I could help. Your boy here is one in a million."
It was awkward. This was all very extremely awkward. And even though I knew that, I still couldn't bring myself to stop it. I couldn't bring myself to stop staring at Y/N, soaking her all up like she was going to leave again at any given second. I couldn't stop thinking about her, our predicament, what we did and what I discovered about myself back then...
God, I was talking like we hadn't seen each other in years. It was only four months and yet I was acting like she'd left me alone after years of being together. This was ridiculous, right?
Thankfully Derek's phone rang, snapping us all out of the bubble of silence we'd been in for what seemed like forever.
"Uh, I'm gonna... get this. Be back in a few."
I expected Y/N to drop whatever act it was she had going on with me after he left the table, but her hand remained firmly on my knee. And then she moved a little closer, turning to me completely and tilting her head with a smile that only meant mischief.
"So... Looks like we have some catching up to do..."
***
I was practically giddy when Derek excused himself for a "Garcia Emergency". Though, I was concerned until he assured us that it wasn't anything bad, and by the look on his face as he quickly talked things over With Spencer, I got the feeling he was expecting his friend to 'have some fun' tonight. And that's what truly made me giddy.
We sat close to each other again, a few drinks between us and only a few booths away from the one we sat in the first time we met. If it weren't for the rock missing from my finger, I would have been convinced we'd actually transported back to that exact moment.
"You getting Deja vu, Doctor?" I asked with a smile, watching as he swallowed.
"Y—Yeah, kinda. It's great seeing you again, I... I really didn't think I would."
I laughed. "You know where I live, and you're an FBI agent... I'm pretty sure you could have saw me again if you wanted to."
"Well... Yeah, but I didn't want to be creepy or anything..."
"Trust me... If you randomly showed up at my door, I'd be anything but creeped out. I missed you..."
Spencer looked up at me for a moment, his eyes shifting before he seemed to relax. "You... did?"
"Of course... I haven't stopped thinking about you since we met. And I hope that's not creepy," I added in a laugh.
"No, not at all," he reassured with a nervous laugh of his own. "Actually, um... I've been thinking about you a lot, too..."
"Even on your date?"
I'd only meant it as a little joke, maybe another conversation starter, but at the mention he seemed... embarrassed.
"Oh, no, that was... That wasn't really... I—I only really did it to get Derek off my back, it—"
I rested a hand on his arm and smiled gently. "Hey, it's alright... I didn't really mean anything by that, I'm just... I meant it before, I'm really glad you did it. I know you said it didn't really work out, but did you have some fun at least?"
He laughed again, but this time there was hardly any humor in it. "Well, she wasn't you..."
I smiled a bit, but immediately following his words was a wide-eyed terror and instant regret. "Oh, I didn't... I'm sorry, I—"
"So, you did think about me on your date, huh?"
He froze then, presumably at the low, seductive drawl I blanketed over my words. His mouth slightly hung open, tongue flittering behind teeth as he tried to find the right words.
I smiled at him, and then he settled on, "Yeah. I did."
"It's not very polite to think of other girls while you're on a date, you know..." I made sure to let him know I was only teasing, and that I just wanted to know what his reaction would be.
Still, he surprised me when he said, "It's not my fault you're impossible to forget..."
He flashed me a smile then, and my stomach twisted deliciously at the little dash of confidence he'd grown in the past minute.
Maybe I could bring more out of him...
"Okay, fair... But it is your fault that you didn't come find me."
"Also fair... But... You're here now..."
Spencer inched closer to me, and I smiled, taking my bottom lip gently between my teeth before leaning in, too. "How about that..."
Our lips brushed for a second, so gentle it was like being tickled by a feather, and then he spoke again, his breath hot on my mouth. "I've... dreamt about seeing you again for so long now... Kissing you..."
"Me, too," I responded, bringing a hand down to graze the inside of his thigh. "Guess it's a good thing I'm a firm believer that dreams come true."
"Yeah," is all he said before he finally took the initiative to finally kiss me.
I sighed, melting into his touch and tightening the grip I had on his leg. Meanwhile his hands rested at my forearms, fingers dancing experimentally over my skin and making me tingle in their wake. And once I parted my lips, he took his shot and gently brought his tongue out to meet mine in a collision that quite frankly made me throb.
He'd been a decent kisser before, but... It's obvious he's had a little practice since then. Not that I'd have minded either way, but damn if this newfound experience didn't give me the most sinful idea.
I felt him whine as I pulled away, and that made everything even better.
"You wanna get out of here?" I said in the cheesiest way possible. But he didn't seem to mind.
In fact, he nodded rapidly and took a quick drink of his beer before following me out of the booth and towards the door.
***
Leading Spencer up and through the doorway of my house was probably the most electrifying 'date' experience I've had... well, ever. I'd been excited to sleep with people, sure, but with Spencer I found something greater. I wasn't entirely sure what that was, yet, but it was definitely good.
He reiterated that thought nicely once the door was closed and his hands were on my face, bringing my mouth to his again while I dropped by keys and haphazardly threw my phone and wallet on the side-table next to us in favor of gripping his shirt.
Just through his kisses I could tell how much he'd longed for this moment. I know he told me, and I'd certainly understood the feeling, but when it came down to actually acting it out in the flesh, I was much more in favor of that method of communication.
I gladly accepted his wordless confessions, through every groan and gentle graze of his tongue that he offered to me. And in return I gave him sharp tugs of his shirt and hair, conveying my urgency and the need to be closer to him.
When my legs started moving, his did, too, and we reluctantly pulled apart in favor of not tripping up the hard wooden staircase on the way to my bedroom. Though, I was thankful he was in just as much of a rush as I was, because otherwise I probably would have gotten embarrassed.
And that didn't happen easily.
I fumbled for the light switch once the door shut and our mouths connected once again, and I could have sworn it was like something out of a trashy TV show. The thought almost made me laugh, but I held it in in favor of moaning when Spencer lowered his hands to my ass and squeezed, pulling us closer together. I finally hit the light switch and then flow both of my arms to wrap around his neck and draw him even closer.
He was everywhere all at once, and it fueled me. I'd come to miss physical human interaction, but I hadn't realized how badly I craved it until he was right there, taking up all of my personal space and aiding me in creating this perfect recipe of frantic, glorious electricity.
It was going to kill me, and I would have gladly let it.
I experimentally rolled my hips forward and felt him gasp into me, and it wasn't long before he started growing hard.
Good... Now I could set the plan in motion.
"Remember what you told me?" I asked breathlessly before our heads switched sides and leaned in for more kisses.
In between them, he returned, "When?"
"The first time we met..." I trailed my lips down the column of his throat as I continued. "When you said you edged yourself..."
"O—Oh... Yeah, I remember."
"Mmm," I hummed, sucking a mark into his neck for the time being. As I did it, the grip he held on my ass tightened a bit, and I laughed lightly over his skin, slowly licking my way up to his ear. "I wanna see..."
The trembling he provided under my influence was a good sign. And then another came when he whispered. "Y—You want to see... me? Touching myself?"
"Mhmm..." I planted kisses all along his jaw before pulling back to look him in the eye, making sure he knew I was serious when I told him, "But only if that's okay with you."
He didn't even take a second to think, nodding rapidly once more and giving me a flash of a smile. "It's okay."
I hummed happily, leaning forward to give him one huge kiss, long and hard, before pulling away from him completely and nodding towards the bed. "Clothes off..."
Our hands got to work as soon as the words left my mouth.
And it wasn't until my shirt was on the ground and Spencer's eyes remained glued to my chest with trembling hands that I realized, even though we'd slept together before, our clothes had never actually come off. Tonight we were completely baring ourselves to each other, and that was somehow more intimate than the idea of taking his virginity was.
I reached out and grabbed his shirt, gently assisting him in removing it, and it must have snapped him out of wherever he'd gotten trapped because he shook his head and let out a nervous laugh, averting his eyes from me and staring at the ground.
"S–Sorry."
"Nothing to apologize for," I reassured, throwing his shirt to the ground next to mine and bringing his hands to rest on my bare stomach, slowly sliding them up. "I like when you look at me..."
His eyes reached mine once again, breath hitching as I guided his hands to cup my breasts over the bra. "Well, I... I like looking at you."
I kissed him again, hoping to bring forth some familiarity to our current routine, and it worked like a charm. Our movements were slow and steady, each article of clothing joining the floor one by one until we were down to nothing but my underwear.
I led him to the bed then, breaking us apart and making him sit. Now that I was taller than him, I gripped his chin in my hand and tilted his head up to look at me.
"Lay back for me?"
He scooted further along the bed until finally he leaned back, his head resting nicely on my pillows. I climbed up after him, kneeling at his feet and bringing a hand down trace lines along the inside of his thigh. Meanwhile I looked him up and down, finally getting a decent look at his full, bare form.
"Ohh, so pretty... And I bet you're even prettier when you're touching yourself... You wanna start?"
He reached out for his dick in answer, wrapping a delicate hand around it and slowly stroking up and down as he looked up at me with the stars in his eyes. "Like this?"
"However you normally do it, baby. Just relax. Make yourself feel good..."
After a slight nod, his hand picked up a little speed. He swiped his thumb over the tip to gather some precum for lubrication, but as hot as that was, I had a better idea.
"Here, let me help," I offered with a smile, leaning down and bracing my hands on his knees. I let spit gather on the end of my tongue before allowing it to drip down and land right on the tip of his cock. The sound he let out, broken and dripping with want, sent a jolt of electricity through my blood, only amplified by how wet he sounded once he started moving his hand again.
I let my eyes roam all over, taking in every heave of his chest, the veins in his arm and hand as he worked himself, the soft fluttering of his eyes as he lost himself in the moment... At the risk of sounding absolutely cheesy, it truly was a magical sight. I felt entirely lucky that I got to see him again at all, and now like this, bare and vulnerable and exuding lust while I was left to my own devices.
All that to say, I hadn't realized I was touching myself as well, until a whimper came from my mouth, my clit gently throbbing with stimulation at the hands of... well, my hand.
Upon seeing me, Spencer let out a whine of his own, picking up speed with his hand and throwing his head back onto the pillow.
"Y/N..."
He wasn't addressing me, wasn't asking me anything at all... My name on his lips was more of a declaration, like some type of chant, a string of letters and syllables formed specifically to bring him closer to the edge he knew he'd have to resist falling from.
"You getting there, baby?"
"U—Uh huh..."
"You better hold it," I drawled lowly, bringing myself into the more strict persona I wanted to bring out tonight, given that's still something he was into. "Just like you promised."
After a few more hard strokes of his hand, Spencer leg to quickly, bringing his hand to rest on his chest as his mouth let out the most delicious whines and grunts of determination to keep it all in. Without the stimulation, I noticed his dick slightly twitching over his stomach, glistening and hard...
Fuck, if it wasn't the hottest fucking thing I'd ever experienced with my own eyes and ears...
I pulled my hand out of my underwear, too, still a little shocked that I hadn't realized before that I was doing it to myself and a little turned on at the fact that it had that big of an effect on him.
"I—I would have been able to go longer, but... But you were there, and you were... And I only ever have you in my head, not right in front of me..."
It was obvious that he was probably afraid he'd let me down somehow, and that was definitely not the case. So I leaned down and dragged my hands over his lower stomach, feeling inch of skin while my mouth came down to press featherlight kisses to the base of his dick. "Spence, that was hot as fuck... You really think of me when you do that?"
"Mhm," is all he offered, currently reveling in the way my tongue darted out to explore the lines of his cock.
"I think of you, too," I admitted, pausing to press a kiss to the underside of his tip. "When I touch myself... I think about how pretty you were the first time I called you a slut... Tell me, baby, you still like that?"
"God, Y/N, yes..."
I sucked gently on his tip now, watching as he watched me, his bottom lip occupied between his teeth and his eyes on the brink of closing.
He was getting close again. So I stopped, pulling off of him with a soft pop and smiling as I crawled up his body and planted a kiss to his cheek. My legs straddled his hips, and I got close to his ear.
"Tell me, what about this... other girl you went on a date with... Did you sleep with her?"
"Um... Y—yes..."
"I'm willing to bet she didn't make you feel half as good as I do..."
"She didn't..."
I smiled against his jaw, bringing one of my hands to stroke his hair. "Was she mean to you? Did she make you her dirty little whore?"
I could feel him let out a trembling breath as he answered, "No."
"That's right," I said softly, right before switching gears and tugging on his hair, pulling back to look in his eyes. "Because you're my dirty little whore."
His cock twitched along my ass at my words, and it made me smile. But before I could speak again, he did it first.
"I'm all yours, Y/N... No one else's..."
I couldn't help it then. His words, our position, the needy look in his eyes as he confessed this to me... All of it was enough to make me snap.
So I leaned in and kissed him, hard. My hands tangled in his hair while his flew to my waist, sliding down to play with the hem of my underwear as his tongue slipped into my mouth and against my own with ease. I swallowed each whine with the greatest pleasure, my hips involuntarily grinding down and spreading the evidence of my arousal along the fabric of my panties. I wondered then if he could feel how wet I was, how much I wanted him.
I didn't have to wonder for long though, because he slipped one of his hands around front and dipped into said fabric, finding how wet I was and groaning into my mouth at the feel of it.
"You've been dying to get another try at this pussy, haven't you?" I whispered into his mouth.
Unsurprisingly, I was met with a whine in return. "Uh huh... I missed you so much..."
I ground down into his hand, nipping at his lips a little before giving my next demand.
"Then prove it."
Rather than fingering me like I expected him to, Spencer rolled over and straddled my legs, tearing my panties down and leaving me with a smile.
"I love the confidence you've grown, baby boy... Proves how dedicated you are... to being the best little slut you can be."
"Yes, Y/N," he responded, leaning down and kissing the inside of my thigh. "I wanna be good for you... Let me show you, please..."
"Show me..."
His tongue came in contact with my pussy, and it immediately sent my head flying back into the pillows, a low whine escaping my throat. He flicked it over my clit expertly a few times before going down and licking a broad strip up the entire area. Vibrations flittered along his path through his groans, and just hearing how much he enjoyed it had me clenching the sheets for stability.
"Ohh, what a good boy," I praised, bringing one of my hands to stroke his hair back. "Who's my good little whore?"
He grumbled into me, but I tugged at his hair.
"Say it."
He pulled away briefly then, still in contact with my pussy as he breathed out, "I'm your good little whore..." And then he promptly got back to work, devouring me with a hungry precision that made me laugh.
"Needy, too, I see... So desperate for that cunt..."
"Yes, " I heard him mumble into me. He repeated it a few more times, chanting it as his tongue flicked through me and tasted every last drop of my impending orgasm.
I sat up a little and held his head to me, his tongue moving at a quicker, more relentless pace. My stomach started to twist and my legs clenched, holding Spencer firmly between my legs as my hips rolled forward and met his every movement. Moans fell sweetly off my lips with every second, getting higher and higher until I finally held myself still and let the high take over. His tongue drew out one of the sharpest orgasms I'd ever had, the fervor he delivered making me see stars for a solid twenty to thirty seconds before it finally subsided and my muscles started to relax.
"Fuck," I breathed, almost whining when he removed his mouth from me and just kneeled there, studying my form as I tried to catch my breath. "Get up here," I asked more than demanded, though it might have been hard to tell what with my head spinning.
Spencer climbed over my body and I pulled his face down into a warm, wet kiss that had me tasting myself and growing wet again at the taste. I pulled away then, looking into his eyes and playing with his hair.
"I can't believe you didn't come see me sooner... Depriving me of that pretty fucking mouth..."
He kissed me again briefly, whining into my mouth before I continued. "But no... You were busy going on dates..."
"I'm sorry, Y/N," he said, kissing my cheek softly, over and over as his lips made their way down to my neck. "I'm so sorry, I... I wanted to see you, I just..."
"I know, I know," I cooed, closing my eyes and relishing in the feel of his lips on my skin. "But tonight you're gonna make up for lost time, got it?"
"Yes... Yes, I'll do whatever you want..."
I hummed, bringing his head back up to meet his gaze, and my thumb stroked over his bottom lip. "I want you to put that pretty cock to good use and fuck me like the desperate little slut I know you are..."
I kissed him then, gasping out once he shifted his hips and entered me slowly— I knew he was going to get to it quickly, but I guess I'd underestimated his need to please me.
The sentiment had me curling with want, more of it coming when he bottomed out inside me and trembled. Really, I could feel him shaking as he started to pull out and then back in, setting a steady pace that would surely become more erratic once I started talking to him again.
"Shit..." Spencer cursed, shifting up on his arms for more leverage as he steadily drilled into me. "I m—missed this... Missed you..."
"I know, baby, I know... I missed you, too... And you know what else?"
I drifted one of my hands down in between us, spreading out my fingers so that his cock fit nicely between them as he fucked me. The added friction of my fingers had him whining out, dropping his head down so that his ear was right by my mouth.
I whispered. "So did my pussy... So you better fuck her good..."
The sudden brutal velocity in which he slammed his hips against mine felt like a strike of lightning, and the loud groan he let out against my neck was the thunder. Everything shifted then, Spencer lifting himself up and holding onto my legs as he drilled into me at full force, his body glistening with exertion and my own succumbing to his wind.
"Yeah, that's it," I cooed through a laugh of pure pride. "That's a good fucking whore... Giving me that cock like I own it..."
"Y—You... do," he stuttered through a broken whine. He was getting close again, and I knew just the thing to do the trick.
I reached my hand up to hold his neck, not applying any pressure, but just holding as I forced his eyes down to look at me. "That's right... That slutty cock is mine... Now give it to me..."
The end of my sentence was punctuated with a sharp cry out as another orgasm tore through me. I shouted Spencer's name into the abyss as He fucked me through it and started twitching inside me, signaling his end as well. And the added warmth from his cum as it coated my insides well and truly marked me as his, despite the words we'd just exchanged.
I belonged to him just as much as he did to me, and I wondered if he knew that. If he knew just how much he inhabited my every thought.
I wanted him to know that I was practically infatuated with him.
But that conversation could wait until after we were... settled down.
He was still inside me as he slumped forward, laying his head on my chest and rubbing lines into my forearm.
"You okay?" I asked gently, combing through his hair with my fingers.
"Most definitely... Just... tired."
I smiled, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "You're welcome to stay here for the night..."
He was silent for a long while, almost so long that I thought he'd actually fallen asleep. But then he said, "Right here? With you?" and my heart soared.
"Of course."
Truthfully, I'd have let him stay forever.
But when I opened my eyes the next morning, the other side of the bed was cold, and his body was nowhere to be found.
***
Dear Y/N,
I'm sorry for leaving you alone last week. I know you must be a little hurt and confused, but if you aren't, then just forget I ever said anything.
Nonetheless, I regretted leaving you behind last time without at the very least sending you a letter, so I hope this one finds you well. After all, you have shown me experiences I never could have imagined enjoying as much as I did, so I should thank you for that.
But that's not all that this letter is for.
I also want to invite you out to dinner some time. I know this might be a little unconventional, but given how we met and also how we reunited, I figured this would be a fun, romantic way to ask you out. I understand if you don't feel that way given that I've more or less abandoned you twice now, but I promise it was all for good reason.
If you'd like to talk more, about anything I've disclosed in this letter, I've attached my phone number below, otherwise I'd love to hear back from you. I know this sounds strange, but I've been dying to know what your handwriting looks like. I bet it's pretty, like you.
Once again, I am truly sorry for leaving you behind without a word, but I want a chance to make it up to you. Please say you'll reach out. Otherwise, I know where to find you if you'd rather I make some cheesy romantic comedy—esque gesture of affection that either makes you fall in love with me or hate me.
Yours,
Spencer Reid
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