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terusai go on a date and the whole time in saikis head hes monologing a bunch of excuses about how he doesnt want to be there and theyre obviously excuses but. teruhashi cant hear what hes thinking. to her he just looks uncomfortable and avoidant, not saying a word to her. obviously the "date" started with her wanting to spend time with (and, if all goes right, woo) saiki, but now? now what? when he wont so much as glance her way?
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#Okay yes i did draw this last night and am now coming up with an excuse to post it#because i post all my terusai drawings no matter the quality#this one Isn't my favorite but i was listening to mitski ok i was in the feels ok. Don't Judge a girl.#including my timezone wasnt necessary in the slightest but i thought it enhanced the comedy. no? it didn't? fuck you.#mimi draws sometimes#saiki k#saiki no psi nan#kusuo saiki#saiki kusuo#disastrous life of saiki k#saiki#saiki kusou no psi nan#kusuo#the disastrous life of saiki k#saiki kusuo no ψ nan#the disaster of psi kusuo saiki#saiki x teruhashi#saiteru#terusai#kokomi teruhashi#teruhashi fanart#teruhashi
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aww nanami’s daughter who’s very possessive of her mama is so cute she definitely got it from her dad need more of her
sneaky lovey — nanami kento x f!reader
your daughter was kind of mischievous. you don’t know where did she get it from, but you have a feeling that it’s from her uncle gojo whom she has spent a lot of her weekends with.
it’s cute really, especially when she seems to be driving her dad crazy with her little pranks. after all of that, he still loves her, of course, but he hopes that she would understand that his stress levels don’t need to be any higher.
he also hopes that she learns how to share, especially share your attention and affection.
nanami is a mature man, so he can’t help but let her hog you all to herself whenever she goes, “daddy! I want mommy! that’s enough time for you.”
and who is he to deny her your love?
but in the end, he still is a man who is so very in love you and naturally craves your attention as well.
that leads to you guys to trying to sneak a few kisses here and there along with a bunch of hugs like a couple of teenagers in love.
you find it funny.
the way that your husband awaits any moment that your daughter isn’t there to press a kiss to your lips and have his arms around you.
he looks like a baby that had his toy taken away for way too long and it is so cute. you don’t mind voicing that out and you laugh softly when he sighs about how he just wants time with you.
on the other hand, he doesn’t find it funny.
one moment, he is kissing you and the other you’re being dragged by your daughter to draw with her.
she can not for the life of her let her dad get a second with his beautiful wife.
another example is when one day, you had sent her to her uncle gojo cause she had missed him.
nanami was low-key over the moon and refused to leave your side, leaving kisses on your hand, cheek, and forehead whenever given the chance.
“kento, you’re pretty affectionate today.”
“mm, just missed you, love.”
it was utter bliss, especially when you guys got to cuddling and reading a book together.
and don’t get him wrong, he loves his daughter very much, but he also loves you and it was finally his y/n time.
he enjoyed while it lasted which wasn’t enough to him but like nanami you spent at least 9 hours together what.
the little miss stole you for herself the moment she came home.
she also invited you both for tea in her little toy house, but had nanami put on make up, a crown, and a skirt and go drink tea alone in a corner.
when he asked her why, she just went, “you’re supposed to be the pretty maid so wait until you get ‘i am becoming a princess’ arc.”
the arc never came.
another thing is that nanami finds it bizarre that you wonder where the hell did her mischief come from.
there is no way that it isn’t innate and it is obvious when he looks at both of you, particularly right now.
these smirks and puffed out chests of pride and your shared giggles are full-proof. you had just done a harmless prank on your poor husband and he just stared at you both, unable to form a response to this bullying anymore.
“(d/n), i need to talk to mommy about something so that okay?”
“oh okay! good luck, mommy!”
oh that traitor. probably learned it from uncle gojo.
“y/n.”
“yes, my dear and handsome husband?” you say in hopes in flattering him.
he gets up and stands right in front of you. he looks at you, “what was so funny about putting a gojo-patterned tie in my closet?”
you nearly bend over laughing when you recall what you did, but you compose yourself.
your husband isn’t pleased.
“you will have to repay me for that,” he says and you pout.
“how exactly will I do that, my lovely kento?”
he takes a hold of your hand and takes you to the bedroom with a smile, “an uninterrupted night with me.”
you chuckle and ask, “cuddles and kisses?”
“and more if you want; I am all yours.”
in the end, nanami feels and knows that he will never want you guys to stop how you fill his life with colors and laughter.
“haha! dad, I drew on your face!”
or maybe he wishes it would be toned down a bit.
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Pretty Lies
A/N: THIS THOUGHT STRUCK ME AS I THOUGHT OF THE MEME SO LIKE BEAR WITH ME FOR A MOMENT OKAY??? also i gave up valentine week, i want to write a lot does not mean i want to stick to a schedule.
Summary: Cassian has some questions about you and Azzy's relationship, and because you are both very private people you choose not to answer Cassian truthfully, but what will happen when he decides to test your answer out?
Request: Nope.
Pairing: Azriel x reader
Warnings: Fluff. I'm in my soft era okay??? shush. This is set before even Amarantha so somewhere between the first war and the curse.
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Cassian glanced between you and Azriel, both of you had been speaking through the mating bond, thus it was mostly silent. Truth to be told, your bond was quite new and Cassian had not really heard you both interact with each other since you both confessed your love.
"Hey...I have a question," Cassian spoke up, raising his hand slightly. You cocked your head curiously, waving a hand to encourage him to continue.
"Do you guys use pet names?" Glancing at Azriel, he shrugged.
"No," You said simply.
Narrowing his eyes, Cassian internally scoffed. He did not buy it, not for one moment. Azriel may have been the most quiet among the three of them but he knew for a fact that Azriel was probably the most affectionate behind close doors. Azriel cared in a way that was quiet, a way that did not draw attention. The smallest details that hinted to the fact that the shadow singer cared more than he let on.
Cassian nodded to himself, he would reveal your lies and expose them for what they are, this was his true purpose in life.
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His plan commenced during dinner.
Waiting for the proper moment to strike, he suddenly piped up when you and Rhys were deep in conversation, Azriel was listening to Amren closely as she complained about how boring her life was now.
"Hey, Y/N, what do bees make?" Cassian asked slyly. Hesitating for a second, you gazed at him before answering, "Honey?" It was then that Azriel suddenly said, "Yes, Sweetheart?" Mor exploded into laughter, Amren hummed her amusement and Rhys grinned like a wild cat.
Blushing a deep red, you turned your head to hide your face in Azriel's arm, his hand coming up to stroke your hair while your body shook from trying not to laugh, his lips curling up into a smirk.
"I KNEW IT," Cassian screamed, "YOU LIARS TOLD ME YOU DIDN'T USE PET NAMES, HOW COULD YOU LIE TO ME," Wincing at how loud he was, Azriel shot Cassian a pointed glare in which Cassian quieted down, sulking slightly as he dramatically collapsed back in his chair, clutching his chest from 'heartbreak'.
"I'm sorry Cass, but you're not the most...subtle person," You tried. You were trying to not snicker and be kind about it but he gasped louder. "I can be subtle. I am soooo subtle," He rolled his eyes.
"So if I told you I found my mate would you be calm?" Rhys joked. However, Cass's eyes widened at Rhys, his eye balls seemingly almost popping out. "I'M THE LAST ONE LEFT WITHOUT A MATE????"
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Bonus:
"Never lie to my face every again," Cass whined, chuckling you nodded, Azriel's wing tucking you closer to his side, ready to scoop you up once you were done talking to Cass so you could retire home for the night.
"I promise I will tell you every detail, even how Az-"
"NEVER MIND!"
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A/N: hope this was fun to read heheheh see y'all next time <3
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Christmas Drabble Request: Tinsel, exhausted, Natasha
[Natasha Romanoff x reader]
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Natasha was late. Very, very late.
She ran up the stairs like there was a supersolldier on her ass, holding her paper bag over head in an attempt to protect it from the worst of the jostling.
"Please be awake. Please be awake," she muttered to herself.
The hall lights flickered on as she rushed out of the stairwell, caught by the motion detectors. As she neared the door of your shared apartment, she caught the soft sounds of your "night in" playlist filtering through the door. After taking a moment to catch her breath and plan her approach, Natasha fished her keys out of her pocket and let herself inside.
The overhead lights were off, the living area only lit by strands of colorful twinkle lights below the TV, the small tree in the corner, and the candles in the window. The music was still muffled, coming from the back bedroom. Nat slipped her shoes off and followed the sound with a small frown.
The bedroom was similarly lit, the overhead light off and the walls glowing with circles of red, pink, orange, green, and blue. String lights were fixed carefully around the headboard, and a lamp on the nightstand was on. You were sitting at your small vanity table, wrapped in your soft winter robe and finishing the last step of your evening skincare routine.
"Hey, baby," Natasha said softly. And she wasn't trying to play you, but she couldn't help letting her eyes go a little soft, a little wide. "I'm sorry I'm late."
She didn't offer any excuses. You knew the drill by now, unfortunately.
"I'm glad you're safe," you said, trying very hard to sound casual. But Nat still heard the lingering disappointment in your voice. You were about to say something else when you finally caught a glimpse of her in the mirror.
You turned quickly on your low stool, reaching for her with a sad frown. You'd been together for too long to be surprised by the bruise blooming on her cheekbone, but that didn't mean you were ever okay with seeing it.
Natasha dropped gently to her knees beside you, closing her eyes with a contented hum when you hands came up to cradle her face.
"Do I need to go kick someone's ass for you?" you asked, reaching for the small glass bottles and jar on the table again, your touch achingly gentle and sweet as you started applying those fancy serums and moisturizers to her skin this time.
"No, I took care of it."
"Good."
"I'm sorry I'm late," she said again, but you shook your head dismissively. "I really wanted to decorate with you."
"It's okay. I took care of it." You stood up, drawing Natasha up with you. "You look exhausted."
"I am," she sighed, following you thoughtlessly as you led her back into the living room. "But I don't think I'm ready to sleep yet."
"I know. Go sit on the couch. I'll be there in a second."
Natasha dropped heavily onto the cushions. Now that the adrenaline was starting to wane, her whole body felt clumsy and heavy.
"Oh, there's a bag by the door!" she called to you, hearing you shuffle around the kitchen. "I brought some stuff."
“Oooo, did you buy me something shiny?” you joked, settling beside her carrying the bag and balancing a small plate of rugelach that Nat knew on sight was from her favorite bakery.
“Yes, actually,” she said, accepting the plate with a soft thank you.
You set the bag on your lap, smiling as you carefully lifted a small, potted poinsettia out first.
“Is this your festive twist on apology roses?”
“Mhmm,” Nat hummed around a mouth full of pastry.
You shook your head with a smile, setting the poinsettia down on the coffee table. Next came a small ornament, and a crinkle of confused amusement appeared between your brows. It was a tiny blue and red striped cup with a clear dome lid covering a disc of red glitter.
“Is this an icee?”
“Our first date,” Natasha reminded you. “You got a cherry icee. And a brain freeze.”
“You little softie,” you said, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her lips. “That wasn’t a date though.”
“I kissed you at the end of it.”
“That doesn’t make it a date,” you laughed, kissing her again.
The ornament joined the flowers on the table, and you pulled the last item from the bag.
“Tinsel?”
“Something shiny.”
“Right,” you said knowingly, glancing over at the tree. “You want to sneak in some extra decorating tomorrow?”
“I would love to,” she said sincerely.
“Okay,” you said, patting your lap. “But rest first.”
Nat set her plate aside, scooting around on the couch until she could rest her head on your thighs. Your hands were in her hair almost immediately, combing gently through the chaotic strands that were still damp from her post-mission shower. She let her eyes slipped closed, taking a deep breath and finally releasing all that tension she still held in her body, melting into the couch, into you.
She was almost asleep when she heard the faint crinkle. One green eye slid open just long enough to watch your hand slip into the tinsel package. She smiled a little, feeling the way your fingers worked through her hair and knowing that she’d wake up with bright silver strands woven through a messy braid.
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𝙼𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴𝚈𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙱𝚈
description: In which Missy Bo Kearns and her partner are on opposite sides of a derby, and sometimes, rivalries run a little too deep.
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Missy Bo Kearns x female reader
disclaimer: I am in now way saying missy is bi-sexual or lesbian, this is all fiction
warnings: language, angst, also just fluff
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username3: It's Merseyside derby this weekend, missy plays for Liverpool, but y/n plays for Everton...
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y/n: ditto baby <3
clarewheelerr: CUTIES <33
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y/n: thank you very much Captain
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username5: They don't even stay in the same apartment the night before, Missy talked about it last derby day, she said to protect their relationship, one of them goes and stays with a team-mate
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username6: I respect the loyalty to the team, but is it worth putting their relationship on the line for?
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y/n come on you BLUES!!
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username2: I am so nervous!!!
username3: COME ON!!!
username4: LOVE YOU SO MUCH
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username3: Liverpool really gunning for y/n today!
username4: OMG did anyone see that?? Missy's awful tackle, how wasn't that a card?
username5: y/n looks like she's about to cry I can't!
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y/n sucked a breath in as she broke, her feet nudging the ball as Missy ran at her, but y/n was angry, she was hurt and so she simply dummied one way before turning the other, dragging the ball with the sole of her foot.
Missy was sent completely the blonde pretty much face planting as she went down, fooled by y/n's skilled move, the crowd all 'oooh'd' in shock, cheering as y/n sent her foot through the ball.
y/n paused, waiting before it soared into the top corner, Rachel Lawns merely getting a shocked finger to it. y/n let out a cheer of joy her teammates screaming as they jumped on her.
To have played 70 minutes 1-0 down, to have this happen was incredibly needed. Megan jumped on her shoulder, y/n's hands trying to stabalise her captain.
"You beautiful bitch!" Megan yelled and y/n laughed as they moved back to their positions.
All they had to do was not let Liverpool score. The team had not been expecting a win from this game, so to come away with a draw would be great.
The game re-started, Liverpool moving quickly, but Megan jumped in, intercepting the ball and passing it to y/n. The player turned, only to have two pairs of studs rip into her shin and thigh.
y/n essentially flew back, rolling onto her front and groaning as she looked up, eyes filled with hurt at Missy's face, who looked terrified of the tackle she had just made.
The blues hadn't even raised their hands before the ref had blown the whistle and reached into her pocket, bringing the bright red out in Missy's direction.
"Can you feel this?" The medic asked y/n, the woman still slightly dazed so she hadn't realised they'd even approached.
"Yeah, it hurts." y/n deadpanned, and the medics chuckled, used to her as they helped her up onto her feet.
"Nothing to bad squirt, just a few scrapes." The physiotherapist of the team Stephen said, as y/n joined him on the side of the pitch, begging to be let back on.
Eventually the ref let her back on, but a few minutes later blew the whistle and the draw was set. Liverpool set their heads down in annoyance, but y/n and the girls all cheered hugging.
The start to the season had been a tough one for Everton, they had suffered several annoying point losses, so any points they could scrounge were a blessing at the moment.
y/n was talking with Nicoline, the two having been the first changed as usual as they waited for their team and discussed the newest episode of Strictly.
Nicoline was looking slightly behind and her eyes hardened, her arms folded and she huffed as y/n turned to see her girlfriend waiting sheepishly in the corridor.
It was clear to y/n that she had been crying and any previous anger she held at her girlfriend for her actions on pitch immediately ran from her when seeing her teary eyes.
"I'll see you tomorrow Nico." y/n hummed, her teammate pausing as she looked back over at Missy. But y/n's reassuring smile made her nod and clasp her hand before walking away.
y/n and Missy walked to the car in silence, only a few cars being left now as they slid into the vehicle and waited for the other to speak awkwardly.
"Missy?" y/n asked kindly and her tone immediately made Missy break.
"I could have really hurt you." She says softly. "I was so mad, and I just went in and then you hit the ground. I'm so sorry." Missy rambles quietly.
"Hey, I'm okay." y/n hums, her hand reaching over to take Missy's. "We know how we get derby day, so I won't say any more on that and the tackle was rough yes, but it wasn't entirely intentional." y/n says calmly.
"I'm so sorry, I love you so much." Missy repeats and y/n sighs.
"I know Missy baby." y/n promises. "And I love you just as much, especially when you fall on your arse like that." She continues, hoping and succeeding in making her girl laugh.
"Hm, enjoy it now, it will never happen again." Missy promises and her girlfriend laughs, leaning over to capture their lips together, the blonde Liverpool player deepens it quickly, her hand tugging at y/n's shirt, pulling her closer.
y/n could hardly breath when Missy's tongue collided with her, the two trying their best to fight the other but eventually the kiss slowed and they pulled away softly, smiling at each other.
"Oi oi!" Megan yelled from outside the car and the two jumped apart, Megan howling as she grins at them.
"Fuck off." y/n yelled at her close friend who rolled her eyes and stuck her middle finger up before walking away.
"Home?" Missy asked, chuckling at her girlfriend's captain and her antics.
"Home." y/n confirms and Missy turns the car on.
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y/n a point and a kiss, a good night if you ask me :)
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username7: if y/n can forgive, your petty asses can too, it was a heated tackle in a heated game, forgive and forget!
username8: I'm still trying to get over y/n's equaliser honestly.
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username9: THE WAY SHE SAT MISSY DOWN
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username10: The way Rachel stood no chance????
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username11: We need y/n to join Liverpool tomorrow!!!! I would sell a kidney to make this happen people!
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Missy smiled to herself as she heard her girlfriend singing along to the radio while she cooked them both dinner, yet as she posted the story she heard a clatter and sat up from the sofa worriedly.
"MISSY BO KEARNS." y/n yelled and Missy grinned cheekily.
"Shit!" Missy called as she raced toward the bedroom, her girlfriend right behind her, the story of her in a Liverpool shirt bright on her phone.
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Hope ya enjoyed lovelies!!! Thank you for all the requests - I am working my way through them, slowly however .... !! xx
this was supposed to be up a lot earlier but had a lil emergency which i managed to sort !!
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Drunk and Love, With Ren Zotto
Warning !
Fluff ; Clingy! Drunk! Ren ; Established Relationship
A/n !
Aha. Clingy Drunk Ren. Don't worry Renvaders, I still remember what I said.
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One night, both of you decided to hangout, alcohol is out, multiple movies have been chosen.
Ren sat on the floor in between your thighs, you sitting on the couch. Your fingers running through his hair locks, sometimes you would poke his horn.
Both of you sometimes would share a drink as you both watch the movie throughout the night, you glanced down at how many cans have been drank, and it is quite a lot. To say the least.
In the middle of the second movie, you felt Ren's fingers drawing shapes on your thighs, it felt ticklish. By instinct you moved your legs away, only for him to whine slightly and pulled your thighs back.
"Ren, it's ticklish." You said as you tried to move your legs away, but his grip on your thighs tighten and he tilt his head slightly to see you.
And that is, when you noticed, his cheeks are flushed red. His eyes seems to be in a haze, him smiling at you oh so innocently. "But I just want to touch your thighs" he said, almost slurring. "Ren-" You paused for a moment as you examined him, he hummed softly as he glance back at you. Smiling again.
"Are you drunk?" He pondered for a moment before shrugging his shoulders, "I don't know, maybe." He replied before letting out a small laugh. You let out a sigh and smiled gently at him, "Then let' stop drinking, I don't want you to get a bad hangover in the morning."
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As soon as the second movie ends, both of you went to bed. And for the love of God, he did not let you go. He refuses to let go. His arms wrapped around you, whenever you tried to get out from his arms, he tightens up and pull you even closer.
In the middle of the night you needed to go to the bathroom, but your Beloved Alien here still refuses to let you go. It seems like the effect of the alcohol is still on him, "Where are you goinnngg" he asked as he pouts slightly while looking at you.
"Toilet-" "No" "Ren." "Noooo" He hugged you tighter, "Don't go, stay with me" he pleaded.
And yes, both of you didn' go to sleep. Well, you tried. But he doesn't let you, both of you just cuddled on the bed in silence. Sometimes he woulf start a conversation, but it was a short one before the silence went back.
Now you wanted to go to the toilet, this man refuses to let you go take a toilet break. "Ren, I'll come back" "Noo, don't leave meee" He said as you tried to loosen his arms around you.
It took you almost 30 minutes to convince your drunken Alien Lover to let you go, but in the end he is still sticking with you. You literally had to push him out from the bathroom due to how close he is, he was pouting when you closed to door on him.
He stood there by the door, waiting for you to finish. After like a minute you opened the door to see him sitting on the floor, his back facing you. He then looked up at you, blinked once before smiling widely at you. "Baaabeee I miss youuu" he gets off from the floor and held your hand, "Are you done? Let's go back please?" He said, you reciprocate his hold.
"Okay, but we're going to sleep alright?" "But it's just 5:50 Am." "Ren, we need sleep." He pouted slightly when you scolded him, but in the end you manage to get both of you some sleep.
When he woke up after a few hours, he was getting a heavy headache, that you have to take care of him. And when you told him how clingy and cute he is last night, he was quite embarrassed, but he chuckled in the end, sheepishly though.
".. Sorry, I didn't realize how clingy I was, ..But I hope you don't mind about it though.."
©fakesimp . 2023
A/n !
There. Aha, Cutie. I don't know why, but I'm in awe as I write this fic. It's cute.
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Not So Complicated
AN: Yes, I just realized that Robin and Steve didn't get the Family Video job until the Byers started to move, but this is an AU, so anything goes. . . I really couldn't help but write this. . .
He hated the idea of leaving Hawkins, just as much as Will did, but his mom wanted them to be safe, and it wasn't just that. They knew how Mom felt now that Hopper was gone, and Jonathan knew how hard it would be for her to stay. If they asked her, she would choose to stay for them, but in the process, she would be miserable. He had thought about Nancy. . .what if she died. . .would he be able to stay? Jonathan never wanted to find out. He hated leaving her, but it comforted him to know she was still alive. They had a month before they left, and Jonathan was determined to make the time he had left with Nancy count. It's how they ended up at Family Video. Movie night.
"Do you know what you want?" Nancy asked as they walked through the door, the bell ringing rather loudly.
"No, why don't you pick something out? I need to ask Steve something," Jonathan said.
"You're really going to ask for Steve’s number for Will?" Nancy asked in amusement.
"Why did you ask it like that?" Jonathan huffed. "I'm just going to talk to him."
"You know I know his number, and Dustin knows his number, so it's safe to say Will knows his number," Nancy said. "This is just an excuse. . .isn't it? You know, what? Why am I stopping this? I'm going to pick out a movie."
Steve had his back turned, his eyes on the computer screen. He hadn't even noticed that they had come in. Jonathan leaned on the counter and rang the bell. Steve sprang up immediately.
"Ahoy, ladies, I'm Steve Harrington, and I'll be your - !" He yelled, startling Jonathan. "Shit, Jonathan, you're not a lady."
"Last time that I checked," he said, laughing.
"Robin made a bet that I - you know what, it doesn't matter," Steve said, blushing. "It's a Scoops Ahoy thing."
"Yeah, I saw you in the outfit. Kind of wish I had gone to Scoops at least once to see you in action," Jonathan said. "Bet you really put it to work."
It was supposed to be a sarcastic comment, but Steve’s cheeks turned pink, and Jonathan suddenly wondered if he just accidentally flirted with him. Steve smiled softly as he gazed at him, and he was thrown for a moment. He always thought that Steve’s eyes were brown, but as he looked at them more closely, they weren't just brown. . .they were green, too. They reminded him of the forest.
"Something wrong?" Steve asked.
"Are your eyes hazel?" Jonathan blurted out.
"Last time I checked, yeah," he said in amusement.
"It's. . .nice. . .your vest really brings out the green. It reminds me of the forest. . .I like trees," Jonathan said.
I like trees? Did he suddenly turn into an idiot?
"I like trees too," Steve said, grinning.
"This is going to sound weird, but can I have your number?" Jonathan asked.
"Yeah," Steve said in surprised and scribbled it quickly on a piece of paper. "Here."
"I know your name, and do you usually draw a heart over the I?" Jonathan asked.
"Only in special circumstances," Steve winked.
"I just - it's for Will, you know, in case he wants to check in," he said quickly.
"Sure, for Will," he said laughing.
"Why do you sound like you don't believe me?" Jonathan said.
"Because it sounds like you don't even believe it," Steve said as he leaned on the counter, getting closer to him and inflating his eyes.
"What - stop doing that with your eyes," he said.
"I'm not doing anything," he said innocently and stood up.
Suddenly, Nancy appeared beside Jonathan with a grin on her face. Jonathan jumped.
"I found a movie," Nancy said, and he stared at her. "Jonathan?"
"Yeah, that's great," he said, blinking rapidly.
"Is everything okay over here?" Nancy asked as she looked between the two.
"More than okay," Steve replied. "I see what you see in him, Nance. He's pretty adorable. If I were another girl, I'd be stealing him away from you."
"You're an idiot, Steve Harrington," Nancy said affectionately.
"Cute boys will make some people do stupid things," Steve said, batting his eyelashes rather obnoxiously, and Nancy giggled.
Just for a moment, Jonathan wanted Steve to steal him, but then, for another moment, he wanted Steve to steal Nancy, too. That was such a weird thought, and he was so focused on it that he didn't even notice that Nancy had dragged him outside. Did he just hit on Nancy's ex-boyfriend, and did Steve flirt with him back? No, that's crazy. Meanwhile. . .back in Family Video, Steve was leaning against the counter, watching the door rather intently.
"Well, any luck?" Robin asked as she came out of the back.
"Huh?" Steve asked, looking at her.
"Any luck meeting someone special?" She asked.
"Have you ever looked at someone for one moment and not see them, not really, but then this one small moment changes everything?" Steve asked her.
"Well, you know I always thought you were an asshole but clearly, you showed me," Robin said.
"Not like that," he said. "You know, romantically."
"Okay, so, a pretty girl walked in who you never thought was pretty before?" Robin asked.
Steve looked back at the door and thought about Jonathan. He thought about his dark brown eyes. . . The color of coffee and just like coffee, it woke something up inside of him.
"Yeah. . .he's very pretty," Steve said with a sigh.
"Alright, so, who is this girl?" Robin asked as she started putting away video tapes.
"Robin!" Steve exclaimed.
"What? Am I missing something?" She asked.
"I'm going to give you a minute," Steve said as he turned back to the computer.
Robin rolled her eyes before continuing to put away the tapes. Steve sighed and gave her a look. He crossed his arms and began tapping his foot. His best friend was still a genius, right? Robin gasped and dropped the tapes. She turned around and ran around the counter, grabbing him.
"Steven, did you say what I think you just said?" Robin asked.
"Yeah," Steve said grinning.
"Did you mean what you said?" She asked.
"Yeah."
"Okay, okay, okay. . .what does this mean?" She asked.
Steve thought of Nancy's smiling face, her blue eyes, and the way she sounded when she called him an idiot. . .the way his heart still beat when she called him that.
"Well, I still like women so I don't know," he said.
"Hmm. . .well, can you tell me something you do know like. . .who is this guy you think is so pretty?" Robin said with a grin.
"You're going to flip," he said.
"Steve, this pancake has already flipped. Time to take it off the griddle," Robin said.
"Well, it's complicated. . ."
A month or so later, Jonathan didn't call Steve until after they had moved. It had been a lot of sleepless nights lost thinking of him, thinking of Nancy, and sometimes thinking of the both of them. After a long phone call with Nancy, he nervously called Steve.
"Hello?" Steve asked.
"Hey, it's Jonathan," he said.
"Hm, I thought my number was for Will," Steve said in amusement.
"It never was," Jonathan said.
"Knew it," Steve said.
"Don't get cocky or I'll hang up," he said.
"I'm not, just happily stating a fact," Steve replied.
"So, how are you?" Jonathan asked and winced at how awkward he sounded.
"Better now that you called," Steve said.
"Oh, well, I'm glad I can make your day better," Jonathan said, grinning.
"My parents are home. . .so, I'm really glad you called," Steve said.
"Are they really that bad?" Jonathan asked.
"Steven!" Jonathan could hear another man's voice on the other end of the line. "Are you making an appointment to get your hair cut? I swear, it's bad enough that my son is too much of a dumbass to get into college. Now I have to worry about him looking like a girl. It's like you want to embarrass this family. You should at least make an effort to look like a man if you can't be one."
"I'll make an appointment after this phone call, Dad," Steve said through gritted teeth. "It would be rude to hang up on this person."
"You better," he said. "Your mother is medicating again. She just had to listen to Sandra brag about her child going to Harvard. You don't want to disappoint your mother again. You remember what happened last time?"
There was a long stretch of silence, and then suddenly, he could hear Steve let out a breath.
"She did that because of you," Steve muttered.
"Jesus, Steve, are you okay?" Jonathan asked.
"I'm fine, I will be fine," Steve said. "I guess I'm going to have to make an appointment though."
"Don't cut your hair," Jonathan blurted out.
"What?"
"I mean, do you want to cut your hair?" He asked.
"Well, no," Steve said.
"Then don't. . .you look good. . .really good," Jonathan said softly.
"Okay. . .I won't. I look good, huh?" Steve asked.
Jonathan smiled at the tone of his voice, how much happier he sounded because of him. He never thought that he would have something like that in common with Steve Harrington, and he kind of hated that his dad was such an asshole but there was a part of Jonathan that felt a little less alone knowing that there was someone else who knew what it was like to have a father like that.
"Hey, so we're going to tell Nancy that we're. . . friends now, right?" Jonathan asked.
"Yeah," Steve chuckled.
"It's good. . .that's good, but maybe we don't tell her that she was right about us getting a long," he said.
"Why? She's going to figure it out anyway. You know how she is. . .especially when she's right," Steve said.
"I know, I know. . .she just gets this twinkle in her eye. . .," Jonathan said.
"That's both obnoxious and beautiful at the same time?"
"Yeah. It makes you feel like you want to be wrong all the time," Jonathan said.
"Tell me about it," Steve said softly.
"Are you still . . . Never mind, forget I said anything," he said.
"Always, I think," Steve said, answering his incompleted question.
There was a heavy silence that followed. It said everything and nothing at the same time.
"I wish I was there," Jonathan said.
"Yeah, me too," Steve said softly.
They talked longer than they should have and didn't stop until Steve’s father practically yanked him off the phone. Jonathan had flopped on the bed after that, feeling everything come alive for him in that moment. He liked Steve, a lot more than he should, but he also still loved Nancy. . .what the hell? He hugged his pillow close to his chest and sighed.
"Hey, Jonathan," Will"s voice broke through his thoughts. "El wants to play a board game. Are you in?"
"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute," he replied.
"Are you okay?" Will asked. "Did you and Nancy have a fight?"
Jonathan sat up and looked at his brother. He wanted nothing more than to tell him. . .to tell Will that he wasn't alone, but he also didn't want to make him feel like he was pressuring him to tell him anything he wasn't ready for. Jonathan sighed, opened his mouth, and closed it again. He also wasn't quite ready yet to say it outloud. It's not that he didn't trust Will. . .he just wasn't ready yet because while he was quite aware of himself now, Jonathan hadn't really quite accepted it yet. He was feeling quite overwhelmed, and it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. There are just too many emotions swirling around in his head all at once. He just needed to breathe.
"Everything's perfect."
Days and weeks passed, and Jonathan and Steve were still in this dance that neither one would mention. Nancy now knew they were friends but had yet to see them flirt or notice the way they talked about each other. Nancy was happy to be a part of Steve’s life again, but she missed Jonathan, and she felt less alone in knowing that she wasn't the only one. Currently, Nancy was leaning against the counter, talking to Steve while Robin put away inventory.
"I don't know, Steve, I just feel like there's something he's keeping from me. Do you have any idea what it could be?" Nancy asked.
"No, and even if I did know, I'm not going to be the kind of friend who goes blabbing to the girlfriend," Steve said. "There's a code, Nance."
"What if I did this?" Nancy asked as she inflated her eyes and poked out her bottom lip.
"Those powers of yours don't work on me anymore," Steve said, lying.
"He just seems troubled about something," Nancy said with a sigh.
"Maybe it's the fact that he's miles away from you, and he doesn't know how to say just how much he misses you. You know Jonathan, he's better with the camera than he is with words," Steve said.
"Well, he hasn't actually picked up the camera in a while. Too busy smoking weed with his new friend Argyle," Nancy said.
"Maybe he needs to find a balance. Photography and spending time with Argyle," Steve said and tried to keep the jealousy out of his voice.
"Maybe he's just blocked creatively. . .that happens sometimes, right?" Robin asked..
Nancy huffed and rolled her eyes. Steve wasn't sure what it was, but Nancy seemed to have a problem with Robin.
"Maybe," Nancy begrudgingly agreed.
"Well, maybe I can talk to him and get him to talk to you. . .gently, you know?" Steve said. "But if he says he's not ready to talk about whatever ever is bothering him then - "
"I'll back off, I swear!" Nancy exclaimed and then paused. "You don't think maybe he doesn't love me anymore, do you?"
"What? No! That would be crazy! Our boyfriend's an idiot but he's not that stupid," Steve said.
"What did you just say?" Nancy asked.
"I said Jonathan's an idiot but he's not that stupid," Steve said.
"That's not what you said. You said: "Our boyfriend's an idiot," Nancy said.
"What? No, I didn't!" Steve exclaimed.
"Yes, you did!" Nancy yelled.
"No, I didn't!"
"Yes, you did!"
"Robin, tell her," Steve said.
Robin froze like a deer in headlights as she cradled the tapes against her chest. She glanced at Nancy and then at Steve.
"You. . ." Robin started to say but looked at Steve for a moment, and her head snapped down to her watch free wrist. "Oh, would you look at the time. . .it's my lunch break!"
Robin dropped the tapes and ran right into the break room.
"See! You did say it!" Nancy asked.
"That doesn't prove anything! Robin is always squirrelly," Steve scoffed.
"You said it. I heard it. Robin heard it," Nancy smirked. "You called Jonathan our boyfriend."
"Hey, I mean, it's technically true. He's a boy, and he's my friend," Steve said, blushing. "You're never going to let me live this down. Are you?"
"Never," Nancy laughed.
Steve appreciated the fact that Nancy thought it was just a slip of the tongue. He wasn't ready to admit her about anything else his feelings for both her and Jonathan. How could he ever explain that? So, he let the bit go on for a while. . .up until the spring break from hell. Everything was perfect, Steve was on the cusp of revealing his feelings to both Jonathan and Nancy when shit hit the fan. He saved up money, working extra shifts, doing what his father asked of him, and then he was going to surprise Nancy with two plane tickets to Lenora. Of course, Chrissy Cunningham died, Eddie got pinned for the murders, but the real culprit was a new monster from the Upside Down. . .or rather an old one. Now, here he was, in Max's kitchen, trying to fix his bandages and trying not to cry over the image of almost losing Nancy.
"Hey, man, you alright?" Eddie's voice startled him.
"Yeah, yeah, all good," Steve said, adjusting his bandages and wincing when he decided to pat his stomach.
"Clearly, seeing Wheeler like that shook you up," he said. "Maybe I was right before."
Eddie's words sprang into his head again, and they kept spinning around in there.
". . .unambiguous sign of true love that these cynical eyes have ever seen. . ."
"You weren't wrong. . .about me anyway," Steve said. "I don't know about Nancy."
"She didn't waste a second going in there," Eddie said.
"That's just who she is," he said.
"Maybe, but Dustin told me about how she infiltrated the lab. . .stormed the gates of hell to get justice for her friend, Barb. . .she loved her, too. Maybe risking her neck out for people she doesn't know is something she does, but she's just as determined to do it for the people she loves. . .man, she's my new favorite superhero," Eddie grinned.
"Mine too," Steve blushed and paused. "It's complicated. . . She's still dating Jonathan Byers."
"So, he's all the way out in California, right? You're the one that's here," Eddie said, and Steve gave him a look. "Well, you're a better man than I am."
Steve glanced down at the hanky in his pocket. After his awakening and coming out to Robin, they had both been determined to find out any information they could find. They took off during Christmas break and traveled up to Indianapolis as well as Chicago. Steve smiled as he remembered the little bar in Chicago they had found, tucked away from everything else practically. This nice young woman who explained the hanky code to him before proceeding to make out with his best friend. It had been the best Christmas for the both of them.
"It's complicated because - " Steve started to say.
"Steve?" Nancy's voice spoke from the doorway.
Steve jumped, his heart practically leaping into his throat.
"Nancy? Are you okay?" Steve asked.
"I should be asking you that," Nancy said.
"I think it's safe to say that none of us are okay," Eddie replied.
"Are your bites hurting you?" Nancy asked, and he didn't say anything. "Steve?"
"Yeah, okay, they hurt like a bitch," Steve winced.
"We need to put some medicine on it and re bandage the wounds," Nancy said.
"I think I saw a first aid kit under the sink," Eddie said and bent down to retrieve it. "Here you go."
"Help me?" Nancy asked, and he nodded.
Steve shrugged off the vest and handed it Eddie. Nancy grinned at him and giggled.
"What?"
"I know who you reminded of in Eddie's vest," Nancy said. "Tom Cruise from the Outsiders minus the teeth, of course."
"Really. . .you know, I always thought Tom Cruise was hot in that," Steve said, and Eddie nearly choked on his own saliva.
"Yeah, me too, especially with the tattoo," Nancy said as she took off his bandages. "You should get a tattoo."
"Yeah, what would I get?" Steve asked. "Your name?"
"Oh, yeah, our boyfriend would love that," Nancy giggled.
"What?!" Eddie exclaimed, his eyes comically wide.
"It was slip of the tongue," Steve explained, and Eddie didn't ask any questions.
Nancy put the bandages on him, wrapping her arms around him as she did so. She stood on her tippy toes to whisper in his ear.
"I think you and I both know that it stopped being a joke a long time ago," Nancy whispered, and it took everything in him not to shudder. "We're going to get out of this, Steve, and we're going to see our boyfriend again. Our boyfriend."
She made sure the road rash wounds were cleaned thoroughly before patching them up as well. She kissed his cheek, put the vest back on, and went off towards the bathroom. Steve leaned against the kitchen counter, wondering if she really meant that.
"It's complicated because I'm also in love with her boyfriend," Steve said.
"Shit! Okay, yeah, I didn't see that coming," Eddie said with wide eyes. "Wait, I know we've been through hell together, but why are you telling me this?"
"I thought that maybe you might be a little safer than others," he replied.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because, you know. . .do you really want me to say it?" Steve asked.
"Yeah!"
"You're, you know. . .the hanky," Steve whispered.
"You mean this one?" Eddie asked, pulling it out of his back pocket. "It's just something I wear because I saw another heavy metal guitarist wearing one just like it."
"Oh. . .oh, shit," Steve said, and then he laughed. "Sorry, man, I thought you were like me."
"Nah, those are just rumors," Eddie said, flashing his dimples. "I never tried to deny them, though. They hated it when I acted all flattered and not like it was an insult, which it isn't."
"Thanks, man," Steve smiled.
"So, when did you know that it wasn't just girls?" Eddie asked.
"One day, Nancy and Jonathan just walked into Family Video. . .I looked into his eyes, and I just knew. I realized then it wasn't just Jonathan that I noticed. I looked at guys and girls over the years, checking out every bit of them. . .with my eyes glancing at their lips and the way their clothes fit and wondering what's under them. . .what they look like and what they would feel like," Steve said. "It hit me all at once."
"Wait. . .does everyone not do that?" Eddie asked.
"Uh, no, dude, they most certainly do not," Steve said.
"Oh. . .OH!" Eddie exclaimed and paused. "So, it's not normal to be a little into ot when you kiss your guys friends?"
"Normal, yes. Straight? Hell no," Steve laughed and slapped his shoulder.
"They were fucking right," he breathed and paused again. "Oh shit, okay. . . I feel like half gay isn't the proper term. . ."
"Bisexual," Steve said. "Only if you prefer labels."
"Okay, okay," Eddie rubbed his face and pushed his bangs up.
"You okay over there?" Steve asked.
Eddie leaned against the counter, his whole body relaxing as he exhaled. He smiled.
"Yeah. . .so, are you going to tell them how you feel?" Eddie asked him.
"I don't know," Steve said. "I mean, I had plans before, you know, but everything is so messed up now. . ."
"If you don't take the chance now. . .you'll might not get another, especially with everything that's happening now," he said and sighed. "I had so many chances to get to know her. . .but I thought she was like every other popular person who hated me . . . Then she surprised me, and we had this one moment, then she was gone. Life is short, man. Don't let your insecurities get in the way."
"Yeah, that's true," Steve said. "You're pretty smart for a third time senior."
"Fuck off," Eddie said laughing. "You're pretty great for a jock. I was glad I was wrong that all jocks are the same. . . I think I'm starting to like being proven wrong."
"Thanks, Eddie," Steve said softly.
"Anything for my fellow bisexy," Eddie winked at him.
"No! No! Absolutely not!" Steve exclaimed and Eddie laughed.
It was that moment with Eddie, that moment in the Upside Down too, that Steve clung to after he died. His words echoed in his head after Max was put into a coma, and the Upside Down came to Hawkins. He held onto them even after all that and tried not to think about Nancy's face when he told her how he felt. He tried not to think about Dustin's face when he told them that Eddie had died. Steve tried to desperately cling to the hope that the metalhead had left him with, that Robin continued to drill into them. He tried not to think about Nancy's worried expression and the words that they would talk whenever they saw Jonathan again.
He showed up two days later when they were gathering donations for the 'earthquake' relief that they were holding at the high school. A yellow pizza van pulled up, squealing loudly. Will, El, a man with long hair, and Jonathan spilled out of the vehicle. Steve watched as Jonathan and Nancy ran toward each other, Jonathan twirling her around in his arms. Steve smiled softly, watching them for a moment. Before he knew it, Jonathan was grabbing him and pulling him into the hug. No one else was looking, too busy hugging each other. Everything else seemed to fade into nothingness for a moment, blurry shapes in the background as Steve pulled back to look at them.
"Our boyfriend's home," Nancy said softly.
"What?" Jonathan asked.
"Slip of the tongue," Steve blushed.
"It was an accident then, but I think Jonathan needs to know if you mean it now," Nancy said.
"Do you mean it?" He asked Steve.
"Yes," he said. "Yeah, definitely. I love you. . .both of you."
Suddenly, Jonathan is crashing his lips to his. . .in front of everyone. Steve didn't care about that, though. All he cared about was the fact that Jonathan was kissing him, and Nancy was with them. . .in between them. He smirked as he kissed Jonathan back when Nancy let out a delightful gasp. Dustin shrieked.
"OH MY GOD!"
Steve quickly broke the kiss with Jonathan to look at everyone. They were all staring at him in shock. . .everyone except Robin and the man he assumed was Argyle. They were both grinning.
"What?" Steve asked. "I'm welcoming our boyfriend home."
"I thought that was just a joke!" Dustin exclaimed.
"It never was," Steve smirked. "Not really."
"Oh. . .and everyone involved is okay with this?" He asked.
"Well, I was the one who kissed him, so, yeah," Jonathan grinned.
"I'm definitely okay with this," Nancy said.
"I'm happy for all of you," Dustin said.
Dustin did look happy, but it killed Steve to see that there wasn't the same light in his eyes as before. It was tinged with sadness, and he could tell that Dustin was trying his hardest to be happy right now, but they were down a member, and it was difficult for him not to feel that. Steve pulled himself away from his partners and hugged Dustin tightly. The guy he had come to love like a brother was in so much pain right now, and he would give anything to fix it. Anything.
"Thanks, man," Steve said.
"I love you," he said. "You're my brother."
His heart clenched at those words. He loved hearing that but at the same time, they sounded so sad.
"I love you, too," Steve replied.
Steve pulled a way from the hug and ruffled Dustin's curls. He turned to find his partners being hugged by both their siblings. In this moment, his group of friends felt more like a family than his own parents ever did. They were going to face this thing together, and looking at them now, he felt like they could really accomplish something.
Two weeks later. . .
Steve’s vision was fading, the edges going dark as he tried to stay awake. He could feel his own blood in his hands. . .at his sides. . .just when his bites were starting to heal. He coughed, and now he could feel blood in his throat. Nancy and Jonathan were by his sides, crying.
"Stay with us, Steve! Please!" Nancy screamed.
"Steve!" Jonathan cried. "Come on, no, don't close your eyes!"
"Tired," Steve gasped.
Nancy was kissing him. Doesn't she care that she was going to get blood on her lips? Jonathan didn't either, apparently, because he kissed him too. Suddenly, he heard more footsteps. Joyce and Hopper's face swam above him, their faces pale blurry shapes.
"Let's get him in the van, hurry!" Hopper yelled.
Hands reached for him, and everything went dark. The last thing he saw was a large winged creature flying overhead. Did it have Eddie's face? Memories of his life swam before him. . .memories of playing with his nannies. . .meeting Tommy. . .joining the basketball team, the swim team, the baseball team. . .hoping each time his parents would be there to cheer him on. Then came the memories of meeting Nancy, falling for her, and the dreaded memories that came after. Her smile and her voice called to him like a beacon along with Jonathan's. He remembered getting to know Dustin, getting to Robin, and realizing that there's more love in this world than just romantic love. . .he wasn't alone anymore. He had a family. The kids and everyone else. Suddenly, he was standing in a forest. . .a mixture of green and brown swirled around him. Nancy and Jonathan stood holding hands in a clearing.
"I like trees," Jonathan whispered, his voice echoing in the empty forest.
A demogorgon stood behind them, and Steve started running towards them, trying to call out. He wasn't moving, though, and he couldn't speak either. Just as the demogorgon jumped on them, Steve woke up. A bright light overhead nearly blinded him, and suddenly, people surrounded him and pulled something out of his throat. Oh, he was in a hospital. . .hopefully. He glanced at the doctor trying to talk to him, but everything turned black again. When he woke up, he was a little more alert this time. His eyes landed on two people in the corner of the room. Eddie and Chrissy?
"Oh god, am I dead?" Steve asked.
Eddie laughed, and Chrissy giggled into his shoulder.
"No, you're very much alive," Eddie said.
"Then what the fuck?" Steve asked.
Dustin appeared at Eddie's side and into Steve’s view. He launched into the story of how Eddie (now a vampire) and Vecna's victims (who weren't actually dead) had helped El save the day. The gates were closed, and Vecna was no more. Steve hung onto every word, smiling at the light, though a little dim, was now back in Dustin's eyes. When Dustin finished telling him, he burst into tears and threw himself into Steve’s neck. Steve groaned.
"Careful, Dustin," Eddie said.
"No, man. It's alright, worth it," Steve smiled and carefully wrapped an arm around his brother.
After Dustin finished crying, he pulled back and wiped his eyes. Eddie patted him on the back.
"I'm glad you're okay," Dustin sniffled, and then he gasped. "Oh, shit! I need to tell Nancy and Jonathan! They've been back and forth between your room and Max's room. She's awake, by the way! I'm going to go get them!"
Dustin paused for a moment as if he was thinking about staying before shaking his head and rushing out of the room.
"He's never going to leave our side, man," Eddie said. "Not that I'm complaining."
"It's cute. He's happy you guys are alive," Chrissy said.
Steve grinned and laughed when he saw the markings on Eddie's neck.
"Is that a hickey, Eddie?" Steve said teasingly.
"I did that!" Chrissy said proudly.
"She went after me harder than the bats did," Eddie said, flashing his dimples.
"I can't help it if you're so yummy," Chrissy said, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him to her.
Eddie moved his arm behind her and tugged her closer, brushing his nose with hers. Chrissy giggled softly.
"Not as yummy as you are," Eddie said and paused. "Wait, is that still cute to say coming from a vampire?"
"Yes," Chrissy laughed.
The door burst open. Nancy and Jonathan came running in, breathing heavily. Nancy burst into tears and threw herself at him, climbing in beside him. Steve groaned again and laughed, wrapping an arm around her. Nancy pulled back a little.
"Oh! Did I hurt you?" Nancy asked.
"A little, so worth it," Steve said.
Nancy laughed. She began kissing his face all over, and finally, she landed on his lips, kissing him deeply. Steve smiled even though he could taste her salty tears on his lips. Nancy broke the kiss, letting Jonathan in to do the same, his own tears intermingling with Nancy's.
"We love you," Jonathan said softly.
"Love you too," Steve said weakly and cleared his throat.
"You're an asshole, though. That demogorgon was coming for me," Jonathan said.
"Cute boys make people do stupid things," Steve replied. "You're so worth it."
Jonathan started crying again and kissed him, running his fingers through his hair.
"Uh, we're just going to go and give you a few moments," Eddie said with a grin. "Glad you're alive, Steve."
Steve peered over Jonathan's shoulder to match Eddie's grin. He walked out the door with Chrissy. Clearly, they were going to make out or judging by the way that Chrissy pinched Eddie's ass on the way out, they were going to fuck. Steve smiled and buried his head into Nancy's hair.
"You know, I think there's room enough for you too," Steve said to Jonathan.
"I'm not risking pulling on anything," he said, and Steve laughed.
Jonathan rolled his eyes and plopped down in the chair next to Steve’s bed. He took his hand hand in his before taking Nancy's other one.
"It's okay, Jonathan's new bed is big enough for both of us," Nancy said.
Steve opened his mouth to say something when the door burst open, and Robin came running in with Vickie. Dustin was breathing heavily behind them.
"I tried - I tried to stop her," Dustin gasped.
"You're awake! You have no idea how scared I was. The thought that I would never see my best friend again. . . You are a sacrificial idiot! How many times do we have to go through this? You're important, too!" Robin yelled and burst into tears.
"I'm sorry," Steve said softly.
Jonathan moved out of the way and let Robin hug Steve carefully. Robin pulled back to stand at the edge of the bed with Vickie.
"You're not allowed to do that again," Robin sniffled and then paused. "Did I interrupt something?"
"No, you're good," Jonathan said.
Steve looked at the shirt Robin was wearing and then at Vickie. He tried to hide the knowing smile on his face, but apparently, it was pretty evident.
"Oh my God! He knows!" Vickie blurted out with wide eyes. "Although, I don't think I really care that he knows, unless you do, of course, Robin. How does he know, though?"
"He knows about me, and now they know about me. . .I think. Did I tell you guys or just think about telling you guys?" Robin asked, pointing to Nancy and Jonathan. "Do you really not care if they know about us?"
"If you trust them, so do I," Vickie said. "Besides, if they can keep something like this a secret then anything is possible."
"Wait, how did you know about me and Vickie?" Robin asked.
"Well, first off, you're wearing a pink shirt that's definitely not yours, and Vickie's wearing the shirt that I let you borrow that you never gave back," Steve said.
Vickie and Robin looked down, cursing when they saw he was right.
"Is that what you were doing in the on call room? Switching shirts?" Dustin asked.
"No, buddy. We were not," Robin said, slapping his shoulder. "We're dating."
"OH! Is that why you wouldn't date Steve?" Dustin asked.
"Hi, I'm Robin Buckley, permanent resident in the lesbian department," she said, wiggling her fingers at him.
"Nancy, you told me Steve and Robin had dated!" Jonathan exclaimed.
"I thought they had!" Nancy exclaimed defensively. "I know now that they are strictly platonic."
"Wait, were you both jealous of Robin?" Steve asked, and they blushed. "Well, that's cute."
"It's okay, I was jealous of Steve at one point," Vickie said.
"You were?" Robin asked.
"I had this whole plan where I would send back Fast Times to Family Video, hoping Robin would somehow notice that I had paused it at a specific moment, letting her know that I liked women. Of course, I overhead Steve and Robin talking their relationship to the next level. . .they wanted to get married! I didn't know they were talking platonically. Without even thinking, I got back together with Dan. Even though he was an asshole, he's still a person with feelings, you know. . .I can't believe it, but as it turns out, he was using me too. . .so, no hard feelings, I guess. My head was just spinning. . .you make my head spin," Vickie sighed. "I'll stop talking. . ."
"Don't you dare, I could listen to you talk forever," Robin said.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Vickie squealed, stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around Robin's neck, and kissed her deeply. Robin sighed against her mouth, smiling into the kiss. Dustin grinned as he moved past them to stand on the other side of Steve’s bed.
"They are so cute," Dustin said. "Hey, I saw Eddie and Chrissy go into the on call room. . .you think they're going to "switch shirts" too?"
"Definitely," Steve snorted.
"I don't think so, I saw Argyle and Eden go in there after them," Vickie said, breaking her kiss with Robin for a moment before continuing.
"Eden?" Steve asked.
"Suzie's sister. Suzie and her family came down to help when they heard about the earthquake," Dustin said. "OH! I should bring her here to meet you! She's been dying to. . . Wait, hold on, you don't think that they're all switching shirts in there?"
"Argyle is a very. . .loveable person, and he doesn't deny it either," Jonathan laughed. "I wouldn't put it past him. Eddie is his type."
"How would that even work. . .those beds are very small. . .WAIT, WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT THIS?" Dustin yelled. "Eddie's my brother! Gah! SUZIE!"
They all laughed as they watched him storm out of the room. Vickie and Robin had finally broken the kiss. Robin's arms were wrapped around her waist, supporting her on her tiptoes, as Vickie trailed her fingers up Robin's arms. They beamed at each other.
"I think we're going to find another room," Robin said. "Glad you're alive, Steve!"
She took Vickie's hand, and they left the hospital room, giggling. Steve smiled after they left, staring at the doorway they left through. Everything was falling into place for everyone. . .including Steve. . .he could believe it. . . They had won. He looked at Nancy and Jonathan. Nancy's eyes twinkled as though she guessed what he was thinking.
"Can you believe we're here now?" Nancy asked.
"No," Steve said. "But also, yes."
"You know, this could have been the solution to our problem back then," Jonathan said.
"Don't dwell on that," Nancy said.
"We're here now," Steve said.
"We just - made things so complicated," Jonathan said.
"Well, they're not complicated now, and we have all the time in the world," Nancy said. "We have more time."
"Yeah," Jonathan grinned.
Steve laughed. He doesn't know why he was laughing, but it suddenly bursts out of him. He was so deliriously happy.
"Steve?"
"Everything's. . .perfect."
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Magnetic (Eric Sohn)
Too @sohnric : Happiest Birthday my Eric Stan 🥺. Omg you’re older now damn…okay to start off I hope you enjoy your day to the fullest and keep on being unhinged like always 🥺. Thank you for always being there for me and saving my ass from Izzy 🧍♀️. I love you loads and I hope you always know that. This is just something small I prepared for you since well…it’s your birthday. I hope you enjoy this even tho it’s not that good 🥺😭. Love you <3 and yes this is the reason why I did not ask you too beta read the Eric fic 🧍♀️💔. P.S don’t worry I did not stay up the whole night. I set an alarm clock to wake up sat 3:30 😚. I hope I wake up 🧍♀️. If it comes late then you know why that is! Well last but not least, enjoy your day to the fullest :) let’s keep on talking about Weak Hero Class 1 and what not in the future too <3
Warnings/Genre: friends too lovers, cursing, making out, mentions of food, Eric is kind of flirty (I tried), sunshine x moon trope, reader is very oblivious, reader is a psychology major (idk if psychology majors have jury or no but I searched on google and google said arts students have jury so I think I am right but ik it’s wrong!), drinking but not really since they don’t drink in the scene (reader is just getting the after effects of drinking), reader likes to crochet! A small joke made out of the Shakespeare drama Julius Caesar 😭. I guess that’s it…lmk if I miss anything!
Word count: 6,077
Sana: Hihi, I am back with an Eric fic (I have more Eric fics than I have for my own bias wow). This is just a small something I wrote for bar so I hope you guys also like this. A special and huge thanks to @quaissants @strayed-quokka and @o-onikix for beta reading this and helping me in the process. And also a huge thanks to @sungbeam for making the banner for me 🥺🫶🏻. Love you. I was too scared to ask ally to beta because it was not my best work 💔. I was gonna add the other banner for this but then my friends moms said that it looks like he has a pacifier in his mouth so I was like nvm 😭.
Taglist: @cloverdaisies @sohnric @mosviqu @deoboyznet
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All this was new to you. These feelings, these butterflies wandering in your stomach, the feeling of love, those red cheeks, the feeling of falling in love and at last, him. He was new to you.
All these feelings you had were so new for you. Deep down you always knew and expected to love a man similar to you, and yet he was the complete opposite of what you could’ve imagined.
That is why it was a complete shock for you when you understood your true feelings for Eric Sohn, who was the complete opposite of what you expected your partner to be.
He was like the sun, always bright and drawing everyone's attention, annoying the hell out of them. And you were like the moon, lover of quiet places because they’d let you wander around your own world.
He was the polar opposite of you. You liked having your own space while he…well he loved getting into other’s space and annoying the hell out of them. That’s how you liked to describe him most of the time.
If anyone ever asked you what you thought about Eric,the first thing to come to your mind was ‘He’s a good guy but he’s noisy.’ Which is true! No matter the time or place,Eric would always have at least some energy to spare for you.
Sometimes you admire him for having that much energy in him. Like how can someone go a whole day screaming here and there without feeling tired or having a sore throat??
Blinking your eyes,you look down at the crochet you were working on, only to sigh in disappointment when you realise that you had messed up the pattern, again.
Still continuing with your work,you pay no mind to the people around you who were talking and screaming loudly with their fellow peers. You were fixated on finishing on whatever this was going to turn out to be.
“What’s that?” You hear a voice ask from beside you which makes you halt your hands and look up, only to give out a small grin when you realise that it was none other than Eric Sohn.
“Ah well…it was supposed to be a cute frog but I don’t know what it is anymore.” You mumble quietly as you go back to crocheting the now demonic frog (that was your personal assumption).
“I think it’s cute though.” He says softly as he looks into your eyes when you look up at him again.
You divert your gaze everywhere around the room, just to ignore his. Everything was now interesting, even the guy who was hogging the food. Your cheeks continue growing bright in colour as you try your best to avoid his intense gaze.
“You do not have a good taste then.” You say with sass as you elbow his stomach when he snorts at your reply.
“Really? But I am friends with you. Does that still mean I have bad taste?” He says cheekily and places his head on his hands which were placed on the table. Looking up at you he brings his hands up and pokes your cheek softly.
“That’s not what I meant! You know that!” You yell at him but soon a small smile comes up on your lips when you feel his fingers poking your cheek continuously.
“Your words, not mine but, let’s leave it like that. I came here to ask you something else..” Eric says that as he sits up properly while fixing his now messy hair.
You stop your hands from crocheting as you push Eric's hands away from his hair when you realise that he is just making them more messy than they already were.
“Your eyes are pretty..” Eric whispers softly. You momentarily stop fixing his hair, as you stare into his eyes for a moment, only to cough to hide your embarrassment.
“Stop that..” you say shyly as you fix his last strand of hair and move away from him to keep some gap between you two which you had closed without neither of you guys realising.
“Stop what? And you coughed on my face, thank you very much.” He says sarcastically as he grabs your handkerchief to wipe his face jokingly.
“Whatever,” you mumble as you snatch your handkerchief from his hand and go back to crocheting. “What did you want to talk about anyways?” You mumble as you again fix your gaze on the frog (which had these huge ass eyes and looked more like a demonic creature hence, the name.) you were crocheting again.
“I was wondering, since we’re free after our jury today and the sem is over now.. We would mostly be free, right?” He asks cautiously as he takes away your frog and places it on the table to have your full attention on him.
“Where are you going with this?” You ask in complete confusion when Eric takes ahold of your hand in his and places them on his lap making you face him.
“Promise that you won’t back out once I tell you about the plan.” He says while putting his pinky finger in front of you, urging you to lock yours with his as a way to keep the promise tact.
You stare at him and then at his finger for a moment before letting out a small sigh at his childish behaviour. “Fine, promise. Now tell me..” you say with a small grin when he breaks the fingers apart but still having a hold of your other hand in his large ones.
“We have a sealed deal, okay? This gesture means that I can break your finger if you don’t stay true to your word and break our promise!” He says while pointing his finger at you. You only smile at him and nod your head when he boops your nose with his finger.
“Everyone was planning to go to the amusement park tomorrow in the evening…I was wondering if you wanted to join us? Wait- no I want you to join us.” You stare at Eric when he says that.
You didn’t hate going out per se, but you would rather just stay at home on the last day of the sem,catch up on your lost sleep and the dramas—be a couch potato in general.
You had a lot more time to have fun with your peers and friends the day after. You just needed some alone time away from everything and just focus on yourself.
Before you could even back down you remembered how you had promised Eric to not back out of whatever he was about to ask.
“For how long?” You ask him as you stand up and grab your stuff to exit the cafeteria with Eric by your side.
“Just for a few hours. We were planning on going to the new restaurant which had opened up but if you get too exhausted we can just go over to your place and order some food. I know how you get when you’re exhausted..” he says with a smile as he grabs most of your stuff and carries them for you instead of you having to ask him to do so.
You smile at his gesture knowing how he would always step in first to help you out even when they’re just small things.
You liked how he was always so observant and not full of himself unlike some people you knew in the past.
It’s the little things he does which makes your heart beat grow faster. It makes you feel like you just came back from running somewhere or as if you dashed through the hallways to reach your class on time.
It’s as if your heart starts pounding whenever he is closer. You sometimes wonder if you can hide your feelings well or not. Because even from afar, he looks so…surreal. The only thing that comes to mind when your eyes meet his is ‘oh my gosh, his eyes are so pretty’. You do wish to drown in those deep eyes, sometimes.
If staring at him for the whole day was a paid job you’d probably be a billionaire by now because of how much you stare at him.
“Maybe we can go to the nearby club when I am more free? Just the two of us are fine.” You tell him as you grab your books from his hands and enter your class, not waiting back to hear his reply knowing he was just going to agree with what you just said.
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Standing beside Eric you look around in awe amazed by the different kinds of rides in the park.
You notice Eric walking away for a moment saying he wanted to buy something urgently so you paid him no mind and just gave a small nod at him acknowledging his words.
you were so immersed by everything that you failed to notice his return. He came back, holding two cotton candies in his hands.
“Here.” You hear his voice beside you.
Looking at him your eyes gleam with happiness when you take notice of the pink coloured sugary sweet in his hand which he was offering to you.
“Thanks!” You say happiness evident in your voice and your features as you take a few bites out of the cotton candy.
“Woah, can we ride that?!” You shout in excitement as you grab Eric’s hand and pull him towards the queue to buy the tickets for the ride.
You look back at Eric when you see him just standing behind you with a straight face, no expression adorning his facial features as he smiles at you nervously when he notices your excited gaze looking back at him.
“What’s wrong?” You ask once you notice his nervousness.
“Are you sure…you want to ride that?” He asks while scratching the back of his neck while trying to look anywhere but you.
He could feel his cheeks heating up in embarrassment knowing he’s just ratting himself out by trying to avoid getting on the ride.
“Yes! I have always wanted to try this out with someone!” You say with excitement as you wave his hands around trying to convince him to get on the ride with you.
“Since you’re insisting and begging so much…I might as well get on the ride with you. Don’t worry, you can hold onto my hand if you get scared!” He says with fake enthusiasm (and probably even gaslighting himself into believing that he would be fine on the ride) as he grabs your hand and drags you towards the ticket counter. “Ticket for two please.” He requests the cashier.
“We don’t have to ride it if you’re scared or something..” you reassure him when he starts walking towards the first seat of the ride.
“No, I want to. I told you I am there to protect you, didn’t I?” He bluffs as he lets you settle down in the ride before getting in right after you.
After helping you fasten your seat belt,he looks around the area in wonder when he feels the ride moving slowly.
He could feel his palms getting sweaty with fear and nervousness when the ride started moving, but he tried his best to stay calm and collected.
Closing his eyes he pays attention to the sounds going on and off through his ears as he tries to drown them out when he feels your warm hands embracing his sweaty, colder ones.
Peeking through his right eye he could see you looking ahead with excitement when the ride came at the most exciting part.
“Can…can you hold my hand?” You hear his small voice squeak through his throat as he holds out his hand for you to hold it.
“And you said you were the one to protect me.” You tease as you immediately grab his hand in a tight grip to help him calm down.
“Woah okay…” you turn your head and look at Eric’s flushed face as you rub your thumb against the back of his hand in a way to give him some comfort. “Why is this going so sl-” before he could complete his sentence a loud scream escapes his lips as he pulls you closer to him with great force.
Letting out a scream you look ahead of you as you feel your heart thump in fear that’s what you hoped so when Eric clutched your hand tightly while pulling you closer.
You could feel his breath fanning your face making you shiver. Closing your eyes you look away from his face as you look around the view when the ride starts to slow down.
Loosening your hand which was gripping onto Eric’s, you slowly let go of it as you immediately undo your seatbelt and get out of the ride when the ride comes to a complete stop.
“Oh..let’s go to a restaurant or somewhere..” you mumble tiredly as you start walking away from him. Too embarrassed and shy to look at Eric’s face.
“Aren’t you tired though?” Eric mumbles once he catches up to you. Gripping onto your hand he takes hold of your purse so that you can walk more freely.
“You don’t have to do that..” you say softly as you try to take your purse back from him only for him to gently push your hand away in reassurance.
“It’s fine. I can handle that.” He says as he pulls you closer by your waist and leads the way to his car. “Oh…is this the frog you were crocheting?” He mumbles once his eyes catch the small crocheted item made by you.
Keeping it in the backseat, he helps you put your seatbelt on. “Let’s head back over to my house. You already look exhausted with all the activities you did.”
You look over at him when he says that. He really does pay attention to the small details related to you. “I thought you wanted to go out and have some dinner with the guys?” You say softly while eyeing his side profile.
His lips which always looked so kissable, you admit to yourself that there were times when you had thought about kissing Eric but he does not have to know that, now does he?
“Hmm no it’s fine. I would rather spend the night with you than listen to them talking about some stupid things.” He says with a chuckle as he gives your hand a light squeeze in reassurance. “Oh by the way, can I have the frog you crocheted?” Eric asks once he had stopped laughing.
Looking at you for a split second, his eyes travel down to your lips for a split second only for them to divert back to your eyes.
“Why would you want that?” You question back, your brows furrowing in confusion as you grab your purse from the backseat and stare at the crocheted frog which was handing on the chain.
You didn’t exactly like it because it was not your best piece, you were still learning and you just crocheted for fun and to help you with stress.
You made the frog crochet into a keychain because you did not want to throw it away despite it not being the best thing you made.
“I like it, it’s cute!” He says with a smile on his face. His cheekbones rising up making his cheeks look puffy (in a cute way of course).
“It’s so not cute, Eric..” you say with a sigh as you shake your head at his silliness when he whines at your answer.
“Why can’t I just have it? I like everything you crochet..” he replies back once the car comes to a halt at the red light. “Come on, let me have it. I will treasure it the same way I treasure you..” he says softly as he places his hand on your thigh to convince you.
Looking up at him you break eye contact almost instantly when you notice him staring at you intensely, “Look at me..” he whines as he places his hands on your cheeks and makes you stare at him. Squishing your cheeks together he lets out a small laugh while looking at your lips which were in an ‘o’ shape. “Give me the frog please.” He pleads while batting his eyes together in a fast motion to try and convince you (well hopefully).
You could feel your heart beating at a fast pace again. If you could, you would just kiss him but that’d be too reckless of you, no? Snapping out of your thoughts you clear your throat and speak up.
“I can make one for you especially..” you say, your words coming out a bit jumbled because of your cheeks getting squeezed together.
“You can?” Eric asks softly as he slowly pulls away from you and turns ahead when the light turns green.
“Of course, since you so badly want the frog I can just make something else for you. Something better..” you say with a nod as you keep your bag in the backseat again.
“But I would still be happy if you gave me the frog crochet..” he replies in a sing-song voice as he turns on the radio to play some songs.
You sigh when he says that, there’s no winning against Eric when it comes to something he wants. You knew how stubborn the latter was. Youjust couldn't argue with him, especially with those eyes of his, which would always sparkle when talking with you (it might be your delusion speaking, but you always saw his eyes sparkle when talking with you and you only).
You smile in delight when Eric plays Best Years by 5sos. He still remembers your favourite artist. He was also the one who accompanied you to the concerts and saw you going crazy, so it was kind of an unforgettable experience.
You sigh in satisfaction as you look out the window in content while humming and singing along to the lyrics of the song while Eric drives the car.
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Entering the house you place your bag on the counter table as you go in the washroom to wash up.
Knowing Eric, he might already be ordering some food so that was least of your worries. The guy knew your favourite food all too well.
Turning on the shower you wait for the water to get hot as you strip off your clothes.
Once it is lukewarm, you enter the shower as thoughts start to occupy your mind.
Did you really like Eric? Or was your heart just not functioning properly? And….and those butterflies wandering in your stomach when he does or remembers something you like. Oh gosh! You never felt this way for any guy before, that’s for sure.
You and Eric are like the polar opposites, everyone knows that. They still wonder how you and Eric are still together as friends knowing how the other guy is.
You were someone who always preferred your own space, you liked being in your own shell and just being lost in your thoughts.
Eric was the opposite! He was always outgoing, just like everyone calls him the social butterfly and boy was he true to that name given to him.
He could instantly make anyone comfortable with him be it a small kid, an adult or someone older than him. He had that kind of charm in him.
Getting the bottle of shampoo which Eric had you start washing your hair with it as you think back to the time when Eric had approached you.
Flashback
Sitting at the back of your stats class, you try your best to pay attention to what the professor was saying but it was not that easy.
The headache you were having since the morning was getting worse, now it was truly your fault for going to a club with your friends on a Sunday night knowing you had early classes the very next day.
But what could you do when you just wanted a few drinks to get your mind of all the stress the major you were majoring in was giving you?
To put it simply, it’s not easy being a psychology major. The amount of assignments which are piling on your desk at the dorm and at your house along with all the essays you have yet to turn in.
No matter how many times you stay up all night the work just keeps on increasing, as if you broke the stop button.
So when your friends offered you to tag along with them to the nearby club for a few drinks how could you even turn them down? So of course you went along with them and had a little bit too much.
Massaging your temples with your eyes closed you try your best to think of something else. Anything to distract yourself from the massive headache you were having.
“Here, take some painkillers.” You hear a voice say from beside you. Turning your head around you could feel your voice getting stuck in your throat when you see the man sitting beside you.
Messy blond hair, he had decent casual clothes on. A pair of a hoodie with a cap on top of his head which was now in his hands since he was trying to fix his strands of hair which were getting in his eyes.
“Let me help you.” You say softly as you lean closer towards him and help him fix his hair.
You don't even know where you got this confidence from but it’s as if your hands moved on its own before you could even comprehend what you were about to do.
Leaning closer to his face you fix his hair as your eyes stay focused on his hair. You try your best to not look anywhere else but the oversized hoodie was revealing his collarbones and you were oh so tempted to check him out but you stopped yourself.
“You have pretty eyes.” You hear him say. You did not even know his name and you were already blushing at something a stranger said to you? How could he have such a huge impact on you so quickly was beyond your imagination.
“Oh thanks haha.” You say with a shy voice as you move away from him before you do something you’d regret (example: kiss him).
“Oh here. Take it.” He says once you move away from him. Sliding the pills to you he grabs your bottle of water which was beside him and opens it up for you.
“How did you know I was having a headache? I don’t think we've ever met each other before.” You question him while taking a pill in your hand.
“Oh well we have a few mutual friends but we never talked with each other before. I was at the club yesterday and noticed you.” He explains himself while grabbing a random paper which was lying beside him to doodle on it.
“Ah I see..thanks for the medicine…?” You furrow your brows when you realise that he never introduced himself to you.
“Oh! It’s Eric but you can call me anything you’d like. Maybe…yours?” He says with a flirty and cheeky smile adorning his oh so handsome face. Standing up from the chair he gets ready to leave the classroom only to turn around to look at you again. “See you around..” he waits for you to complete the sentence.
“Y/N,” you say with a small smile. Scrunching up your nose, you close your eyes when he pats your head with his hand.
“See you around, Y/N.” Eric says as he starts walking away.
Flashback end
Turning off the shower you leave the washroom with a bathrobe wrapped around your body.
Opening up the closet of Eric’s you look through his clothes when your eyes catch the black hoodie off his. The same one he was wearing on the day you both met for the first time.
Grabbing the hoodie you slip into the clothes as you start drying your hair with the towel Eric had kept for you.
“Wait, let me help you.” You hear Eric’s voice say as soon as he walks in the room.
You look at him through the mirror as he helps you in drying your hair with the towel.
“You’re wearing that hoodie.” Eric says with a grin as he grabs the comb to untangle your hair.
“It’s comfortable..” you mumble with a small smile on your lips.
—x—
Sitting on the couch, you take a bite out of your pizza slice as you turn on the TV to watch the series.
From the corner of your eyes you notice Eric taking out a packet of ramen making you let out a groan in annoyance at his behaviour, “Why can't you just eat some of the food which is served right here instead of making some noodles which you inhale almost everyday?” You question him once you have swallowed your food.
Eric just shakes his head as he smiles at you sheepishly. You knew winning against him was useless since he won’t listen to you either ways so you just let him be and continue eating your food while sipping from your can of coke (very original 🙄).
Giving him a slice of pizza which was in your hand you rest your body against the armrest of the couch as you place your legs on his lap so that you can be more comfortable and relaxed.
Heaving out a sigh you look at the TV screen when a question pops into your mind. You give Eric a look as you notice how his whole attention was on the TV.
You always wondered why that man was never dating anyone when so many girls out there were quite literally dying for him. Even the slightest bit of attention given by that man to them made them feel accomplished.
Well technically in their eyes you were the one person who has accomplished their dream. Which was too close with Eric and well…you might be the only girl who would get his whole attention whenever you want it.
The man would quite literally drop whatever he was doing just so he could talk with you. That was also the reason why everyone used to call him a simp and a lovesick puppy for running around everywhere just to be with you.
“Why are you not dating anyone?” You ask suddenly while staring at Eric’s side profile. You widen your eyes when Eric starts coughing while holding his chest.
Immediately sitting straight you grab the glass of water which Eric had brought along with him. Standing up you walk beside him in hurry as you help him drink the water while rubbing his back soothingly hoping it’d help him calm down.
“Feeling better?” You asked nervously once Eric had stopped coughing. Once he gives a slight nod to your question you sign in relief as you go and take a seat beside him.
Taking a seat you grab ahold of Eric’s hand while massaging them gently.
“Why did you ask that question so suddenly?” Eric mumbles as he takes a big gulp of water while trying to control his breathing.
You just simply shrug at his question as you look away from him, anywhere but him. You did not have it in you to look him in the eye after asking such an absurd question.
“I was..I don’t know. Curious maybe?” You say in a hushed tone as you slowly bring your gaze back at him. If someone saw you right now, they’d think you dreamt about something scary because of the way your eyes were shaking. “I mean don’t get me wrong! It’s just that…everyone wants you as their boyfriend but you never pay attention to them. Why’s that?” You question him slowly.
“Do you want me to be your boyfriend?” Eric asks softly as he fully turns his body towards you to face you.
You could feel yourself choke at his choice of words as you immediately let out a nervous laugh when he says that.
“What are you talking about? I am serious Eric…” you say with a shy chuckle as you slap his shoulder gently. Trying to play it off coolly.
“Well then what about you then? A lot of guys I know like you, they even asked you out but you always turned them down. Why’s that?” He asks the question with his brows raised, waiting for you to answer his question.
You look down at the ground in wonder. Why did you turn them down? It’s not like you were waiting for someone else or were you? You immediately shake your head when you realise how Eric was avoiding your questions.
“Don’t change the subject!” You say with a glare as you flick his forehead gently.
You smile softly when he acts as if the flick hurted him knowing damn well that he was just acting to tease you.
“Do you just not see it?” Eric says while rubbing the back off his neck shyly.
You stare at him in confusion when he says that.Notice what? The way he pouts whenever he’s eating something he likes? Or the amount of tattoos he has on his body? Or maybe the fact that he's always having the same heart eyes when talking with you? Well of course you would ignore the last bit! But he doesn’t have to know that, now does he?
You just shake your head at his question, waiting for him to make himself clear so that you can assure yourself that whatever your hunch was telling you was in fact correct! “I like you silly..” Eric finally says with a small airy chuckle leaving his lips.
He moves closer towards you so that he can pull you closer, “I have never paid this much attention to someone before but you. It’s like…I am magnetised whenever I am with you. I cannot feel myself wanting to leave your side whenever we both are together. I always try to play it cool when it comes to you but I just seem to fail at that. Everyone knows that but you..everything about you sticks to my heart. It’s like…it’s something I cannot express in words.” He says softly while pulling you closer.
All you could ever think about at that moment was, ‘Oh my god?’ You couldn’t get yourself to believe it when Eric brought himself closer towards you, you immediately snapped out of your thoughts.
“Is it fine…if I?” You give him a small nod when he asks that.
And there it is, the spark you always felt whenever he did something oh so small but it always somehow made you feel special.
The way he gently grabbed a hold of your chin slowly moving to the back of your neck while his other hand gripped onto your waist, squeezing it lightly he pulled you closer while moving his lips in sync with yours.
You could feel yourself shiver at his feather light touches, especially when his hands started to travel up towards your spine. The lingering sensation stayed there even when his hand was already engulfing in your hair.
You immediately entangle your hands in his hair while kissing him to deepen the kiss.
—x—
You wrap your arms around Eric as you pull him closer towards you. You never thought you’d ever be cuddling with Eric like this.
I mean you never thought of Eric as someone who’d enjoy being the one being cuddled but looking at the man right now you could tell that he was enjoying this more than anyone.
You slowly snuggle closer to Eric as you listen to his calm breathing. You never thought that this day would come but here you are, laying on the same bed with Eric Sohn, cuddling together.
To say the least, you were content with what you had at the moment. This is all you could ask for.
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Entering the auditorium you sigh in embarrassment when you see Eric, Sunwoo and Haknyeon playing around with the props which were lying on the stage.
It’s been a few months since you both made your relationship official. Everyone around you was obviously more than delighted to hear it, I mean the lovesick boy's love was finally accepted by you.
And ever since you guys made the relationship official, of course you guys were named for being the cutest couple and for making the singles in the group more single than ever because of how you and Eric flirt all the time when together.
You walk towards them with your hands behind your back as you let out a chuckle when Eric falls on the ground dramatically.
“Et tu, Brute? Wait no…Et tu, Sunwoo?” Eric says with hurt as he looks up at Sunwoo who was holding the sword in his hand with a crazy smile on his face.
You widen your eyes when Haknyeon pours some water on the floor as a way to depict the blood shed by Sunwoo.
You notice how Chanhee, who was sitting on the edge of the stage, starts hiding his face because of his friends behaviour.
You just go and take a seat beside him while you wait for Eric to take a notice of your presence.
You were about to open your mouth to speak with Chanhee when a loud voice beams through the whole auditorium making you laugh, “Y/N!” You immediately stand up from your seat and open your arms, waiting for Eric to hug you like always.
“When did you get here, sweetheart?” Eric mumbles, his face being placed on the crook of your neck as he melts in your warm embrace.
“Just now while you were imitating about being stabbed. I was about to talk with Chanhee when a certain someone came running here.” You say with a teasing smile.
You laugh when Eric glares at Chanhee playfully before holding you closer, “Mine!” Eric says to Chanhee before sticking his tongue out at him.
Chanhee just sighs and nods at the younger’s behaviour as he stands up from the seat to walk away from you both.
“Where are you going?” Eric questions in confusion when Chanhee starts walking away towards Sunwoo and Haknyeon who were, well…throwing water at each other.
“Not interested in looking at you both being all lovey dovey in front of me!” Chanhee shouts back as he gets on the stage which was a great mistake because he apparently became the boy's next target.
“You’re just jealous because you don’t have a girlfriend like Y/N!” Eric teases and laughs loudly when Chanhee throws a middle finger at him while trying to save himself from the two boys.
Diverting his attention back to you he offers you a smile as he takes your hand in his while walking towards the exit door only to stop when you start looking through your bag.
“Here..” you take out a small crocheted keychain which was of a flower. It was abit tiny in size but it’s something Eric would cherish so you were more than happy to make something so special for him.
“For me?” He asks in astonishment while gently taking it from your hand. Scared it might fall apart if he grabs it aggressively.
“Sweetheart, it’s beautiful.” He mumbles while immediately attaching the keychain on his bag.
“You like it?” You ask with happiness. You were glad he liked the item you crocheted. When he gives you a nod you immediately hug him tightly. “I am glad you do! I was gonna crochet something else but then it turned out to be Sunwoo in evil form so I discarded it.” You say with a smile as you pull away from him.
Eric laughs at your choice of words while holding your hand tightly in his grip.
“Want to get some ice cream?” He asked once you were out of the auditorium.
Seeing you nod enthusiastically, he immediately starts dragging you towards his car.
Well as they say, opposites do attract and you were glad you found Eric. He was kind of like your other half, you never thought or even dreamt about this moment but here you were, going on an ice cream date with your boyfriend.
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The Professor | Chapter 5
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synopsis: Derek confronts you about what he saw in Professor Seresin's office. Jake invites you over for an important dinner.
word count: 3.7k
warnings: age gap, mentions of smut, mentions of parental death, mentions of a house fire, power imbalance, blackmail, excessive drinking, phone sex, mutual masturbation.
In the three years you’ve known Derek McAndrew, you never knew him to be this quiet. He was always trying to talk to you, saying anything and everything that would come to his mind. You thought maybe he was really focused on the poem that Jake had assigned for the class to read. But then you looked up from your own document and found him staring you down that you knew the silence wasn’t because he was deep in thought.
“Okay, what is it?” You asked, setting down your document, “What’s with the silence?”
“What silence? I am reading,” Derek shrugged.
“Alright, now that’s bullshit because you’re not reading, you’ve been staring me down. So. . . what is with the silence?” You asked again.
Derek sighed and sat back in his chair and looked around the study room. Lucy had left nearly half an hour ago to go get coffee and snacks for all three of you, knowing that tonight was probably going to be a long night. Derek had the image of you sitting on Professor Seresin’s lap ingrained in his mind all weekend. At first, he didn’t think what he saw was correct. There was no way that someone as dignified as yourself would stoop so low as to fucking your professor. Derek thought maybe it was some other girl who had long beautiful hair and was wearing a ratty gray longhorn sweatshirt and mom jeans. But then Derek thought, who else would wear longhorn apparel in Chestnut Hill, besides Jake Seresin.
You raised your eyebrows and held your hand out for Derek to spill whatever it is he was holding on to.
“Are you fucking our professor?”
“What!?”
Your heart was beating in your ears. You had strict instructions when it came to hooking up with Jake. There was not to be any sort of fornication on campus. Even though his office was on the fourth floor of the English building and his windows were dark, you still didn’t want to take the chance. But you had given in, slightly, last week, allowing a heavy make out session to break out in his office. You sat on his lap, as you ran your fingers through his blonde locks, as his hands roamed your body. It felt nice to sit there, feel his strong arms around you as the two of you would take a small break for him to check an email or you a text, and then went back to tongues clashing.
“That’s fucking crazy. You’ve lost your damn-”
“So it’s true!” Derek shouted and you looked around at the study room you were in. You gave an apologetic smile to a group who was nearby studying. You stood up and walked out the door, slamming it closed, and drawing the blind, before facing Derek.
“Look, I don’t know what the hell it is you think you saw but-”
“You only curse like this when you’re lying,” Derek pointed out, “You’re also clenching your fists, another thing you do when you’re lying.”
You were shaking and crossed your arms over your chest. He was right, those were things you did when you were lying. You hated that Derek knew you like this. Suddenly, you were praying for Lucy or someone to come bursting through the door.
“It’s not what you-”
“It’s not what I think?” Derek scoffed, “You’re going to tell me that it’s not what I fucking think?! I caught you making out with our fucking professor in his office. I have every right to report him and you!”
“Me?!” You exclaimed.
“Yes, you!” Derek yelled and pushed himself up from his seat, “You are cheating! You are using him to get ahead! It’s fucking academic dishonesty! I could report you to Dean Simpson and have your ass kicked out of the fucking program by noon tomorrow!”
You flinched as he yelled, your throat starting to constrict with tears. You hadn’t ever thought what would happen if you got caught. You knew it wouldn’t be good, and there would be rumors and probably an investigation, but you didn’t know that it could go as far as you getting kicked out.
“And how fucking stupid does Seresin have to be to throw away a fucking career for you," Derek spat.
“What do you want?” You said through clenched teeth.
“You.”
“Not fucking happening,” You scoffed, “You think I would want to be with you after what the fuck you just said!”
Derek smirked and crossed his arms over his chest, “You like him, don’t you.”
“I don’t fucking like him,” You muttered, “He’s a fucking sadistic dick who gets off on making his students miserable. I’m his fucking teaching assistant for intro to English.”
“And you suck his dick.”
“You’re just mad that I won’t suck yours.”
“No,” Derek scoffed, “I am mad that you are getting all the fucking insight in how to pass his fucking class. I need this Y/N, I need to pass this fucking class. I can’t have a bad grade, it’ll tank my opportunity for the Berkeley program.”
“And what do you think would happen to me if I fail this class?”
“You don’t have to worry. Your fucking personal essay will save your ass. Just talk about how your parents went up in. . .” Derek stopped talking as he saw the tears starting to run down your face.
“Say it,” You sneered.
“Flames,” He said softly, “Y/N, I-” Derek moved to take a step towards you, but you held your hand up to stop him. He sighed and closed his eyes.
“What do you want? Last fucking time I’m asking,” You said.
“C average, that’s what I need on the last projects and exams to be able to get a C in the class. You do that for me. . . and I won’t tell Dean Simpson about you and Seresin.”
You wanted to vomit. It took everything in you to stop you from running over and slapping the fuck out of Derek McAndrew. But instead you nodded, “You got a deal.”
Jake let out a loud groan as he heard the incessant buzzing of his cell phone from his dresser. One of his sleep methods, which ensured that he got his full eight hours, was to place his phone across the room from himself. It also prevented himself from falling back asleep when his alarm rang. The first time his phone went off, he ignored it, but now it was ringing again, and Jake was pissed. He pushed back the covers and shuffled his way over to his dresser.
“Hello?” He asked, not bothering to look at the caller ID.
“Jacob!” You slurred over the receiver. Jake furrowed his eyebrows and pulled the phone back, double checking that it was in fact you calling him this late.
“Do you know what time it is?” He grumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“I know what time it is.”
“Then why. . . Can you hear me?” He furrowed his eyebrows at the sound of loud music in the background, “Are you drunk?”
“If I was, does that mean you’re going to punish me?” You giggled and Jake rolled his eyes.
“Where are you?”
“You didn’t answer the question.”
“And you didn’t answer mine. Now, address.”
“Sips,” You sighed and leaned against the brick building. You closed your eyes to try and stop the spinning, “Everything is spinning.”
“Don’t move. I’ll be there in five.”
Jake hung up, and quickly slipped on a quarter zip sweatshirt and slid on his tennis shoes. His hair was a mess and he had his glasses on, but he could care less about his appearance right now. The only thing on his mind was getting to you. He knew something had to be wrong if you were calling him drunk on a Tuesday night. Jake was privy to the drinking night shenanigans at the local bars on campus. Tuesday wasn’t usually a night where students went out and got shitfaced. He knew where Sips bar was because it was down the street from Bradley’s.
His green eyes looked up and down the street, looking for you, and frowned as he spotted you sitting on the curb. Your head was buried in your hands and your elbows were resting on your knees. Jake put the car in park and quickly got out, going to your side. You lifted your head up at the sound of footsteps and shot Jake a smile, which quickly disappeared noticing his pissed off expression.
“Hi,” You said to him.
“Let’s go,” Jake said, and held his hand out to you.
“I’m not going with you,” You shook your head, which increased the pounding behind your eyes, “Oh shit.”
“I’m not having this argument with you,” Jake sighed, “It’s nearly 2AM, you’re intoxicated, it's cold and you don’t have anything on your arms,” You looked down at the short sleeves you were wearing, “Y/N please, let me take you home.” You looked up at him and saw the pleading look in his green eyes. You placed your hand in his, and he carefully pulled you up from the curb.
“Whoa,” You stumbled on your feet, but Jake quickly steadied you. He kept an arm around his waist as he walked you to his range rover, opening the door and helping you up. You heard him let out a sharp sigh as he shut the door, and ran a hand through his hair as he walked around to the drivers side. You looked away from him as he climbed in, and started up the car. Jake looked over at you, and furrowed his eyebrows.
“Are you crying?”
“No,” You said and shook your head, then sniffled.
“Y/N. . . “
“I’m not crying! Just drive!” You snapped and Jake raised his hands in surrender. He started the drive back to your house, as you leaned your head against the window. Jake listened to the soft sobs and sniffles that you let out.
“Why are you crying?” He asked again, this time a bit softer.
“‘Cause you’re mad at me,” You whimpered. Jake let out a soft chuckle at how childlike you sounded at this moment. He glanced over at you, and noticed the glossy, tired look in your eyes.
“I’m not mad,” Jake said, “I’m really not. I’m glad you called me and didn’t try to drive or find your way home. I am, however, upset that you put yourself in such a vulnerable position.”
“God, you sound like my dad.” Jake’s breath caught in his throat at the mention of your late father. He blamed it on the alcohol in your system, stopping you from thinking clearly. “I don’t think he’d like you very much.”
“Because I’m old?”
“Nah. . . longhorn fan,” You looked over at him and scrunched your nose. Jake shook his head with a laugh. The car settled in silence as Jake continued down the streets of Chestnut Hill, going off the memory of the night he took you home. He frowned as he pulled into your driveway, and found the house completely dark. He then looked over at you, and found you asleep. Jake smiled to himself, and didn’t have the heart to wake you up.
Instead, he put the car in park and turned off the ignition. He quietly got out of his side, and walked over to your side. Jake unbuckled you and then easily picked you up in his arms. You stirred for a second, and then settled against his chest, nuzzling your head into his neck.
“Where are your keys?” Jake whispered to you as he walked up to the front door.
“Don’t use them,” You grumbled and Jake rolled his eyes. He opened the door and kicked it closed with his foot, “Second room, on right.”
Jake nodded, even though you couldn’t see him, and walked down to what he assumed was your bedroom. He took in the sight of the various band posters, shoes kicked around, and records laying around the small bedroom. It smelled just like you, the scent of vanilla and a hint of rose petals. Jake laid you down gently on one side of your bed, and pulled the covers back on the other. He took off the converse on your feet and set them at the foot of the bed.
“Are you comfortable?” Jake asked you.
“Pants,” You mumbled and Jake nodded. He carefully took the sweatpants off your legs and tossed them into the overflowing hamper in the corner of the room. He then picked up your body and laid you down on the side with the pulled back covers. Jake made sure to put you on your side, and tucked the blankets in around you.
“Good ni-”
“Stay,” You asked, and grabbed his wrist, “Please?”
“What about your rules?” Jake smiled softly.
“Hall pass. One time,” You shrugged and Jake nodded, “Morning sex cures hangovers.”
“I believe the only real cure for hangovers is time,” Jake kicked off his shoes, and climbed into bed next to you. He laid on top of the covers and you shuffled over to him, laying your head on his chest.
“Thank you,” You whispered.
“No problem,” Jake tucked a hand behind his head. He couldn’t help but pull you in close, and place a kiss on the crown of your head, “Good night, sweetheart.”
The sunlight was bright as it shone through the open blinds of your room. You always made sure that the curtain was drawn, having an eastern facing window. You cursed, and rolled over on your other side, facing the door. It took you a moment as you pushed yourself up on your hands and realized that you were in fact, in your own bed. Then the memories of the fight with Derek and leaving the library in near tears to go out for a drink, which turned into much more than one, filled your mind.
“Oh fuck,” You groaned and looked over at your alarm clock. It was 12 in the afternoon, and you had already missed Jake’s lecture. Jake. He must be the reason you are home. You rubbed your eyes as you climbed out of bed, your feet hitting the cold hard wood as you walked down to the bathroom. Turning the light on, you noticed a pink sticky note on the mirror.
‘Got too drunk last night and needed a ride. P.S. you talk in your sleep. - J’
You rolled your eyes, taking the note down. You did your morning routine, even though it was slightly delayed by the hangover. You took the note back to your room, setting it down on a stack of books on your desk. Your phone had been placed on the charger, probably Jake’s doing and you picked it up, seeing a full screen of notifications, most of which were from Derek.
‘I’m so sorry for what I said last night Y/N’
‘I didn’t mean to bring up your parents, but you have to understand that it’s not fair what you are doing’
‘Please answer me’
‘Where did you go last night? Are you okay?’
‘Well he’s fucking pissed today, so I guess you didn’t suck his dick this morning’
You rolled your eyes and deleted the rest of the messages from Derek. You even contemplated going as far as blocking his phone number, but refrained. His words still played in your mind like an endless loop. You had to be careful with what you do or say around Derek, knowing that he knows about your deal with Professor Seresin.
The next set of messages were from Lucy, promptly freaking out as to why there was an expensive car with a longhorns sticker on the back windshield in your driveway. You made a mental note of making sure you had a conversation with Lucy about everything next. You trust that she won’t have the same reaction as Derek did. But the last message was what shocked you more than Lucy’s.
‘Jake: Text me when you get up so I know you didn’t die of alcohol poisoning’
You smiled and messaged him back, ‘I’m awake. And I don’t talk in my sleep.’
Jake was sitting at his desk looking over Bob’s dissertation about space dust when his phone buzzed. He sighed in relief, thankful to have a break from the reading. He didn’t know shit about space dust, nor did he care, but he knew that Bob wasn’t a gifted writer as Jake was. So, Jake was doing Bob a solid and looked over the paper for him. Jake smiled at his phone as he read your message and replied.
‘Jake: I beg to differ. Started reciting I sing the body electric.’
‘You: What can I say? Good piece of poetry.’ You bit your lip as you leaned against the counter, waiting for your toast to pop up.
‘Then I suggest Desire by Langston Huges as your next read,’ Jake shifted himself at his desk, feeling the growing hard on press against his black boxers.
‘Only if you read it to me’ You squeezed your thighs together as you took a bite of your buttered toast. You watched your screen for a moment seeing the three dots dance for several moments then stop. The time stamp under your message looked back at you like a sore thumb. You quickly started typing an apology to him, when a voice message appeared in your inbox.
Your eyes widened and you looked around the kitchen then pressed play on the message.
“Desire to us-”
“Holy fuck,” You stopped the recording, the sound of his voice was low, thick and deep with his accent and it sent a shiver straight through your core. You quickly ran upstairs, abandoning your toast on the counter and straight to your room. You climbed on your bed, resting your back against the headboard, and slipped your headphones in.
You pressed play, and Jake’s deep voice sounded in your ears.
He took a breath, “Desire to us was like a double death. . . , swift dying of our mingled breath. . ., evaporation of an unknown strange perfume between us quickly. . . in a naked room.”
You felt your pussy clenching around nothing as you listened back to his words of the poem. You weren’t sure why the sound of his voice was turning you on like this. Maybe it was the thought of him sitting in his office alone, wearing some expensive suit, his messy hair and glasses on, cock straining to get out of his trousers. You licked your lips, and let out a strained breath as you clicked on his contact and rang him.
“You’re awake,” His voice flooded through your ears again.
“I am,” You said back. Jake shifted again, his pants had become uncomfortable and he knew you were probably struggling too, “That poem. . . it’s interesting.”
“It is. It’s one of Langston’s most popular. Captures the essence of love making beautifully.”
“Love making, huh? What’s the difference between fucking and love making?”
“The passion,” Jake’s voice sounded breathy as he spoke. You couldn’t help but drift your hand down your body, to your clothed cunt feeling that your panties were soaked, “The slow, languid thrusts. Pushing your bodies into one another in hopes to become one. The feeling of being in your purest form, not a single ounce of embarrassment as you bury yourself deep into the body of your partner.” Jake’s hand ran over the zipper of his trousers, feeling the hardness of his cock.
“Do you prefer love making over fucking?”
“Don’t you?”
“Can’t say I have made love, professor,” Your fingers found themselves dragging your panties down your thighs, leaving you bare from the waist down. You spread your legs and drew slow circles over your clit.
“Then you haven’t been fucked properly,” Jake groaned, and unzipped his trousers. He pulled them down enough to pull his hard cock out, “Then again, it was easy enough to satisfy you, so that tells me that whoever came before me, wasn’t getting you off.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” You sighed, you dipped your index finger into your center.
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Are you?”
“Yes,” Jake answered and tilted his head back as he squeezed himself, running his hand up and down his shaft.
“Langston Hughes gets you this turned on?” You teased, and added another finger to your cunt, curling them up to touch against the spongy part of your insides.
“Could say the same for you, little one,” Jake’s voice dropped an octave, “Tell me how it feels. I want to know what you do when I’m not around to stuff your little hole with my cock.”
“Feels good,” You grunted, moving your fingers rapidly. You were thankful for putting in your headphones and had your phone sitting next to you. Your other hand came down to circle your clit, which caused a loud moan to leave your lips, “But not enough. My fingers. . . yours are bigger, fill me up more.”
“Fucking Christ,”
“Not quite,” You smirked, remembering the small comeback he had said to you one night.
“Shut up, or I’ll tell you to stop,” Jake’s hand moved faster up his shaft, “Fuck, I wish you were here. I’d have you doing this for me. Better yet, I’d rather be in you, feeling your pussy clench around me. God, you always feel so fucking amazing around me.”
“Jake,” You felt that familiar burning in your stomach as you closed your eyes shut, “Please.”
“You close? I bet you are,” Jake smirked, “So pathetic. Literally get off at the simplest things.”
“Says the man jerking off in his office right now,” You breathed out, but was followed by a moan, “Please, Jake, I need to cum. Can I please?”
“Fuck, yes, cum for me. Let me hear you,” Jake clenched his jaw as he worked himself quicker, hearing your beautiful moans through the receiver. He wasn’t far behind, cumming into his hand, making sure none dripped on to his suit. He held his cock in his hand for a moment, letting himself catch his breath, before reaching for a kleenex.
You laid on your bed, completely spent and feeling the stickiness of your cum between your thighs. It was silent for just a moment, the only sounds heard were the sounds of your spent breathing. Jake had cleaned himself and put his pants back on properly.
“I need to see you,” Jake said, breaking the silence, “Tomorrow night, preferably.”
“Can’t get enough of me can you?” You smirked.
Jake smiled and shook his head, “I guess you can say that but it’s uh. . . for dinner.”
“Dinner?”
“Yeah, dinner. . . with my mother.”
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sunshine for the bingo? :]
BINGO. also technically this is the second time but the first was so tiny it doesnt count. after this
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tw vampire whumper, vampire whumpee, accidental whump, burns, past trauma, lady whumper, flashbacks, conditioned whumpee, death talk and corpses
Helle knew they would have to let go of Beck and begin cleaning up at some point. The entire place was wrecked, and it hurt their heart to know they'd just managed to do a bit of tidying up a week or so prior. Wasted effort.
They glanced towards the bodies and the blood seeping into the carpet, and they just knew all of it was soaked, both the fabric and the wood below. Was it ruined now? Were they going to have to call someone to redo the entire floor? Surely not. Surely, it could be salvaged...
They groaned in frustration. Okay. They just had to start.
"Will you actually stay in my bedroom this time if I bring you back?" they asked gently, already scooping Beck up before he could've answered.
"I'm sorry for leaving," he muttered. "I got so... so worried."
"Yes, yes, because I am wholly incapable of defending myself. What would I do without the help of a runt?" They pushed the door open and carried him inside, then took a calming breath. "Never do it again, yes? I will not praise you for disobeying me, if that is what you were hoping for."
Beck looked up at them with teary eyes. "I don't– I don't want praise, I was just... I was hoping maybe you'd... you'd forgive me for it, if I ended up being useful..."
"I do forgive you. But I need you to promise you will never do such a thing again."
He slowly nodded, his expression full of guilt and the pain of rejection. He must've felt so heroic in that moment when the stake had hit him, knowing he'd likely saved their life, and now here they were, scolding him for it. But they didn't need to encourage something as stupid as heroism. Self-sacrifice. What good did that ever do? Beck was way too willing to get himself killed, and with his abilities, it'd become a reality sooner than later if they were to indulge him.
"I promise, Master. I'm sorry."
"Good." They walked over to their closet and picked out a shirt, then tore off a strip of fabric. Then another. Then one more. They didn't want to go and get the actual bandages until all the windows were covered up again, and they didn't want Beck completely soaking the bed until then either. This seemed like a reasonable compromise, and something that would hold him over until he healed. They had too many shirts anyway.
He looked more than grateful to be patched up by them, mumbling thank yous all the way through. "I can help with cleaning," he said eagerly. "Once– once it doesn't hurt as much–"
"I am counting on that. Your family made a mess of this place."
He winced. "I'm sorry. I'll... I'll come help as soon as I can, Master."
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Annoying. So annoying. So many little glass shards to pick up. So many corpses to throw into a pile by the front door. So many layers of clothing to put on so they wouldn't get burned. They could've waited for nightfall, sure, but they didn't want to spend their night doing this.
Helle huffed as they tried to put another ripped off curtain rod back in place, securing it with regular nails and a hammer. They didn't own a fucking drill, they never thought they'd need it. And this was the easier part, too. Hanging up the curtains themselves was a major pain in the ass, and they were not looking forward to it.
They went window by window, holding at least three nails in their mouth at all times. They were so immersed in their work that they didn't even hear as the bedroom door opened and closed, nor the soft patter of feet drawing nearer and nearer.
"The bleeding stopped," Beck announced sheepishly, almost startling them enough to fall off the ladder; but instead they ended up letting go of the half-secured curtain to steady themself, letting in the last rays of the evening sun as it swung to the side.
Beck let out a bloodcurdling scream as the light hit his sensitive body, and Helle jumped off the ladder without thinking to pull him into the shadows. "What on earth is wrong with you?" they snapped, desperate to cover up their horror and nausea with righteous anger. "Your only job for the night was to stay away from goddamn trouble! Is that really so difficult?"
The poor thing was crying and whimpering from the pain, his hands, neck, and face burnt and twitchy. Helle was pretty sure he couldn't even see with his eyes having gotten such a direct hit — he was probably blind for the moment.
"I– I'm sorry– I'm sorry–"
"Oh, be quiet." They wanted to strangle him. They wanted to throw him against the wall and hear his ribs crack. They really wished their stupid, idiotic, overzealous, overexcited puppy of a vampire servant could've resisted the urge to throw himself in harm's way for just two seconds. "What did I tell you? What the hell did I tell you? I told you to stay in the goddamn bedroom."
Beck whined, so pitiful that Helle couldn't stand it. They shoved his burnt body further into the darker parts of the room, letting him stumble and fall when he failed to find a single thing to hold onto. Not that it would've helped, given how ruined his hands were. "I'm sorry," he repeated brokenly, staring at nothing with those stupid doe eyes of his. "I'm sorry, I'm s-sorry–"
"Quiet."
He flinched and curled in on himself, sobbing, making it impossible not to draw a comparison to when...
"I apologise!" they cried for the hundredth time, body covered in lashes and fresh burns. They couldn't stop trying every time the lady pulled them away from that terrifying, poisonous patch of sunshine in the hallway, whenever they got a moment of reprieve and they weren't just screaming incoherently. "Please, forgive me–"
She pushed them forward again, plunging most of their upper body into the light to sizzle and melt like wax.
Beck tried to weep as quietly as he could, afraid of being punished further than he'd already punished himself by accident. They shook their head a little, dispelling the memory.
"I shall draw you a cold bath after I have finished the work," they said coldly. "Do try to writhe as little as possible; burned skin cracks and tears quite easily."
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Dark Pieces of Me
TW: violence, kidnapping, blood, description of wounds, spy activities
Summary: Emily and you both have dark pasts, but yours come to light against your will.
Part 2 | Part 3
"Guys, we got something," Garcia announced as she entered the bullpen. Everyone stood up from their desks grabbing notepads, pens, and coffees. As they shuffled into the round table room everyone was silent, except Reid as he finished his ramble about how elephants think humans are cute and react the same we do with puppies. "Yeah I hate to cut off conversation about puppies but this is urgent." Garcia clicked the remote displaying pictures of mutilated bodies. "San Fransico PD is requesting our immediate help as a cyclist discovered all 5 of these bodies early this morning. All 5 victims were killed over a month ago but dropped late last night." Her face cringed as she caught a glimpse. The team studied each body, and you were first to speak up. "Cause of death?" Garcia continued, "Blunt force trauma to the face. Each person was hit in the face repeatedly with something like a bat or tree branch. There were pieces of wood lodged in their skin." Everyone cringed slightly, but you. Emily noticed, her eyebrows lifting somewhat in concern. "We need to find out who these people are and who did this to them. Wheels up in 20." Hotch ordered and everyone filled out of the room. You were the fastest to abandon the table, dropping your things at your desk you quickly made your way to the bathroom.
As you entered the stall and locked it, memories came flooding back to you...
"Good evening ma'am." You turned in your chair to face the door. "What took you so long Henry?" The man cringed, knowing this was his fate. "I- um- the target was hard to reach." You scoffed, "That has never been an issue before. Now answer me truthfully what took you so long?" You sat up in your chair, elbows resting on the desk. Henry took a deep breath in, "The target was holding her daughter." He finished his sentence and waited. You sighed, you hated this mission. You hated every part of it. "Thank you for your honesty. Go." You shooed him away. As soon as the door shut you let a couple tears slip before pulling yourself together and picking up the phone. 3 rings and then he spoke, "Is it done?" Your face showed fear but your voice never faltered, "Yes sir." He chuckled, "God. Now kill Henry and the other and get home mi amor."
The tears came rushing from your eyes as you sat on the toilet clutching your arms around yourself. You remember what your therapist said, "Deep breath in, I am safe, deep breath out." After a few deep breaths, you calmed down enough to return to work. Opening the bathroom door, there stood Emily. A concerned look on her face made you break down again. Nearly falling on the group Emily caught you. A sob escaped your lips and everything started flowing. Emily pulled you close to her chest holding you up by the shoulders and an arm around your waist. You put your forehead on her chest and sobbed. Hot tears ran down your cheeks and onto her shirt. "Shhhh y/n it's okay, get it out." Emily knew deep down something big was wrong, you never cried in front of anyone ever. "I'm so sorry Emily. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault." Emily immediately pulled you to your feet, holding by your shoulders and staring into your swollen eyes. "Listen to me right now, I don't know what's wrong, but no matter what it is not your fault." You took a deep breath. The old you crept in as you immediately stopped crying, knowing what had to be done. "I'm sorry Emily." You spoke so clearly that Emily got a chill. This was not you.
You broke out of her grasp and walked into the bullpen. She followed close behind you, "Y/n, what are you doing?" She called after you, drawing attention to the two of you. You collected your items, laid your badge on your desk and walked towards the door. "Y/n what's going on?" Morgan asked as he stepped in front of you. You stopped in front of him and looked him dead in the eyes. "Let me go." There was no emotion in your voice and it shook him to his core. He stood his ground, "Y/n, no. What is going on?" He spoke sternly, demanding you to stay and let them help. "Derek Morgan, move or I will move you." You stared right through him. He did not even falter. You took one hand and grabbed his ear yanking him down. He fell with a thump and you stepped over him. You looked back at Emily, standing beside Morgan, staring at you. She looked devasted and furious. "Goodbye, Prentiss." You haven't called her that in over a year. You stepped out of the doors and left. Leaving the team screaming after you. Garcia came running down the hall at the commotion just in time to see the elevator doors close.
You stepped into your car and drove back to your apartment. You know the team isn't far behind you so you move quick. Just like you practiced. Safe, file, bag, close. Turn, gun under the mattress, wallet on the bed, turn, out the door. You got into your second car no one knew about and took off. As you pulled away 2 SUV's pulled up. From the rearview mirror, you saw JJ and Emily jumping out of the first and running inside. You sighed from grief knowing that was the hardest family to walk away from. You left them, in your apartment. Emily clutching your wallet, Morgan staring at the empty open safe, Reid holding your car keys. You were gone, you pulled an Emily.
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Imperfect Moments - Chapter Seven
Series Masterlist
pairing: Jakexfemale!reader
word count: just under 2.4k this chapter
series summary: You’re in love with your best friend. His twin brother hates you. Or does he?
warnings: 18+ minors stay far away, a little angsty (okay so each chapter is a little angsty), language, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, masterbation (f. and m.)
Recovering from the weekend proved to be a daunting task. Jake hadn’t left your apartment until late Monday morning and by the time you’d even realized that a new week had begun, you were so unprepared for work that you decided to call out of your afternoon shift.
With an entire day’s worth of free time now on your hands, you choose to catch up on the few chores that you’d ignored while dealing with… everything. Once the dishes in the sink are clean, wine bottles in the trash and your discarded dress plucked up from the kitchen floor, you move to your bedroom to gather more laundry. But when you get there, you notice you can still smell him. Breathing deeply and stepping toward the bed, you find that the scent of him is all over your sheets, your pillowcases.
The sheets don’t make it into the washing machine.
You don’t call Josh until much later that night, snuggled into those sheets and letting the remnants of his brother’s aroma calm your nerves. He’d left you alone after your last conversation, no more texts or missed calls and you figure he must have been satisfied that you were fine and would be willing to talk, on your terms.
The phone only rings twice before he answers it.
“Darling, how are you?” The name makes your stomach turn this time. He doesn’t mean anything by it, he never did and that truth has been solidified over the last two days. “You can be honest with me now that you’re alone.”
You let your eyes roll. “I’m fine Josh, really. I just needed some time to think.”
“Yes, I’m sure you got a lot of thinking done last night.” It doesn’t sound malicious, there’s almost laughter in his tone before it turns serious. “I really am sorry… for everything.”
Not ready to let him off the hook, you press him for more. “What is everything, exactly?”
“You know…”
“I do know. But you need to say it, you owe me that.”
He stays silent and you can imagine him chewing over his bottom lip with his perfect teeth, running a hand through his fluffy curls that have grown a touch too long. You hear him draw a deep breath in through his nose and release it on a sigh.
“I’m sorry I don’t feel the same way.” That’s not what you were expecting him to say. “I need you to know that I do love you, deeply. I just… you’re my friend, Y/N. My best friend. And you’re so special to me, bright and lovely and I don’t tell you enough.”
Your eyes have welled up, but you don’t feel the sadness you’d been anticipating.
“I’m sorry for how I behaved on Saturday. All of it. Before the show… after. I can’t believe I spoke to you that way, I- it was very… jarring to find you like that. With Jake.”
Oh god. You’re not sure that you’re mentally prepared to talk to him about Jake. “Josh, I-“
“No, let me get this out. I could never understand why he didn’t like you, you’re very pleasant to be around.” He laughs dryly at that. “But he had been very concerned about you before the show. It was odd, he seemed to be mad at me when I told him you weren’t coming. Imagine my surprise when I found you in such a compromising position, in the dark. It all clicked into place.”
“What does that mean?”
“What do you think it means, darling?” You don’t have an answer, you’re more curious about how Josh’s mind interpreted the situation. When you don’t speak, he fills in the blanks.
“He’s attracted to you. Sneaky bastard, he’s been hiding it all this time. The two of you are quite similar.”
“Attracted” to you? It occurs to you that Jake hasn’t told him what actually happened in the hallway.
“Have you talked to him?” About me, did he talk about me?
“I have… What are you digging for? Wanna know if he told me about his romp in your sheets?” Your jaw drops and though he can’t see it, he’s said it for exactly that reaction. “I’m joking.”
Nervous laughter bubbles from your throat.
“He did talk to me about you. Not about that though, I promise. He assured me that you had a nice evening and that you seemed to be okay, ya know, after everything that happened. Are you sure you’re alright?”
Am I?
“Yes. I am, I swear. Are we okay Josh?”
“You tell me darling.”
“I want us to be. I miss my best friend…” You mean it with all your heart, though your feelings are shifting as you speak. It’s not possible to fall out of love with someone overnight, you think, but this particular overnight spent in the arms of his twin has changed things.
“I miss mine too. Can I see you? Soon?”
“Yeah.. um, I called out of work today so I’ll probably have to go in on my day off. Maybe this weekend?”
“Called out of work huh, that’s not like you. What did my brother do to you?”
Fucked my brains out, let me get a little drunk, made love to me in the morning… “Not funny.”
His laughter is sharp and genuine and you join him in it. “This weekend, we’ll do something. Don’t be a stranger, darling, please?”
“I won’t, I promise. Talk soon?”
“We will. Sleep well Y/N.”
“You too… goodnight Josh.”
When the call ends, a sigh of relief whooshes from your lungs. As you roll to plug your phone in, you see some missed texts.
Jake K: I hope you had a good day
Jake K: And night. Sleep well Y/N
It’s alarming how similar they are, especially when you’ve spent so long thinking they were complete opposites. You know you need to catch up on sleep, but you can’t resist unplugging it and answering him.
Me: I did, and I will. I hope you do too ☺️
The bubble indicating his incoming reply appears immediately.
Jake K: I think I’d sleep better with your ass pushed against me
You laugh aloud at the brashness, but can’t help remembering how you’d woken up this morning.
Jake K: Sorry
Jake K: It’s true though, I wish you were next to me
This is a game you’re interested in playing, so you set him up for it.
Me: That would be nice. What would you do if I was in your bed right now?
It feels ridiculous but you hit send anyway, your cheeks already warm with self-consciousness. The bubble appears and disappears a couple of times, but instead of a text in reply, he’s sent a voice memo. Another laugh bursts from your lips, you can’t imagine any one of the Kiszkas knowing how to use that feature of their phones.
As soon as you hit play, his voice comes through the speaker. It’s low and deep, you think he’s probably speaking softly so as not to be overheard but you close your eyes and picture him. You have no idea what his bedroom looks like but you picture him in a king size bed, tan skin against white sheets, dark hair spread over his pillows.
“What are you playing at sweetheart? Want me to talk dirty to you so you can do my job yourself? Play with your perfect cunt until you cum on your pretty fingers and fall asleep wishing it had been me? I can play that game… if you were in my bed, I’d have my face buried between your thighs, making you cum on my tongue and fingers over and over again until you’re crying, begging me to fuck you. Shit…”
He’d trailed off and ended the recording, sent it just like that. Another text comes through as soon as you’ve heard the end of it.
Jake K: Come over
Me: You know I can’t
You almost want to, want to throw your clothes back on and speed to their house, throw yourself at his feet and let him do whatever he wants to you. He knew he’d have that effect on you, knew you’d be throbbing and wet from his voice alone.
Jake K: That’s a shame, I’d love to have my dick sucked right about now
The crassness sets your cheeks aflame but you can feel the material between your legs getting damp. You decide to test the boundaries of this conversation as you settle into your pillows and let your free hand slide into your underwear.
Me: I guess you’ll have to call someone else ☹️
Jake K: Fuck no
Jake K: Only you
Jake K: Eager little thing, no one’s as good as you
Your fingers are already tucked inside, pumping softly and soaked in your arousal, palm rocking into your clit. You need more, more of his voice, so before you can overthink it you’re opening his contact and hitting Call.
“Y/N?” His voice is still low, only barely lifting in question, and it sounds strained. You picture him with his hand wrapped around his dick, you hope that it is. When all he can hear is your labored breathing come over the line, he continues. “Fuck sweetheart, are you touching yourself?”
“Mm hmm… are you?”
“You know I am, dirty girl. Wish it was you though.”
“Me too, mmm talk to me, tell me more about what you would do. If we were together…” Your fingers are already hovering over your clit, waiting for him to speak.
“Christ, you wanna know how I’d fuck you right now?” You whine in reply as you swirl your fingertips over yourself. “Filthy, nice and dirty, put you on your knees and bend you over. Watch your ass bounce every time I fuck into you. Do you like it like that, love?”
His voice is rough now, gravelly. You can almost feel the vibration of it as your fingers pick up speed.
“Yeah, I fucking love it.” You can hear his breaths, rapid and shallow and you picture his grip on his cock getting tighter as he works himself over. “More.”
He grunts in response. “I’d mark you up, with my teeth, my hands. Bright red prints on your ass and thighs, paint your throat purple. Everyone would know what you let me do.”
“I want them to know,” a low moan rips from your lips at the thought of it, of everyone seeing the evidence of where he’d been.
“Yeah? Want the world to know I’m yours and I’d do anything to make you cum? All the dirty things you want, anything to make you happy.”
“Fuck baby,” his breath hitches and releases on a long groan when you say it, “Are you close? Want you to cum with me…”
“So close, wish I could see you right now, watch you making a mess all over your hand, know you look absolutely sinful.”
“Jake, Jake I’m gonna- I’m cumming, fuck. Jaaaake…” The way his name squeezes its way from deep in your throat has his hips bucking to meet his fist and he’s letting go with you, his release hitting his stomach and spilling over his fingers.
You both stay quiet as you catch your breath, listen to each other draw in air and release it. Now that it’s over, you’re not sure what to say.
“That was a nice surprise sweetheart. Didn’t know I’d be into phone sex.” He chuckles warmly and you smile to yourself.
“Me either…”
“You’ve never done that before? You just called me with your hand in your panties on a whim?” The genuine surprise in his voice almost makes you feel proud of yourself. You’ve shocked him for once.
“It seemed appropriate. Your voice memo… I just thought-“
“Don’t second guess yourself now, that was so fucking hot. What am I gonna do with you?”
Whatever you want. “I dunno, I guess we’ll just have to see what happens.”
“Yeah… yeah I suppose you’re right. You going to bed now?” His voice is laced with fatigue already, and you can feel it taking over your body as well.
“I am, you should too. Get your beauty rest.”
“You calling me ugly, Y/L/N?”
“I could never…” A pleased hum hits your ear as you both recollect the night before. “Can I see you soon?”
“Whenever you want. Say the word and I’ll be there.”
“This week? I have to work but we could have dinner, or something… I’m supposed to hang out with Josh this weekend.” As soon as you say it you think it’s going to put a damper on the close of this conversation, but he smiles before replying.
“Good, that’s good. You talked to him?”
“I did, it went well. Did you… tell him anything? About us?”
He did, but left out the gritty details. He’d also ripped into Josh for how poorly he’d treated you, how he’d disrespected your request that he leave you alone. Josh had scoffed in offense, told Jake to mind his own business.
It is my fucking business now, Josh. You hurt her, and you need to make it right. She deserves better.
“I told him that you needed a friend, that I wanted to be there for you.”
“I’m sure he was confused. He thought you hated me too, ya know.”
Is that what you were doing at her place all night, giving her “better?” Is this like… a thing now?
“He had… concerns. I wouldn’t worry too much about it. Seriously, I can hear you worrying about it.” When you giggle and follow it up with a yawn, he yawns in return. “Go to sleep, pretty girl. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
“Okay pretty boy, tomorrow…”
“Goodnight Y/N.”
“Goodnight Jake…”
You end the call before the silence can linger, before you let yourself cling to any last words you could stumble over.
Once you check that your alarm is set and your phone is plugged back in, you snuggle into your blanket and take a deep breath against your pillow. The pillow Jake had slept on. It still smells like him.
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Part 2: The Aftermath.
Pairing: Zhongli x Male Reader x Tartaglia
Tags: date, jealousy, drama, triangle.
Genshin Fanfic
Fluff
Synopsis:
After the steaming actions you did with Zhongli the other day, you rested for a while because your ass hurts from the occurrences. A man who knows Zhongli.
-THE AFTERMATH-
As you walked home from the Wansheng Funeral Parlor, you felt pain in your ass, slowly arising.
"Ah... my ass hurts..." You mumbled as you walked.
You maintain walking normally to avoid the pain you felt to be obvious to the crowd, considering that a lot of them might ask you if you're okay.
While walking, you came across a man—ginger haired and handsome. He approached you as soon as he saw you, seemingly having the intention to ask a question.
"Hey!" He shouted in your direction while running.
"I saw you going out from the Wansheng Funeral Parlor, was Mister Zhongli there?" He asked.
You paused for a few seconds to feel the pain in your ass before answering.
"yes, he's there..." You answered, as trembles embodies your voice.
"Are you ok?" The handsome ginger man asked.
"yeah... I'm fine..." You answered.
The handsome ginger took a minute to pause, seemingly trying to analyze your situation with suspicion.
"Oh, ok... I'm Tartaglia, one of the Harbingers." He introduced.
"Oh..." You reacted.
After that dialogue, the both of you fell to an awkward silence as you felt the pain still acting up in your ass.
..
..
"so... Uhh... Is that all?" You asked, trying to break the silence with the desire to go home and rest.
"Yes, thank you." Tartaglia answered.
"Anyways, I'm gonna go now." You said, walking after.
He placed his gaze upon you as you left, filled with suspicion as he stared. You didn't take importance on that interaction as you walked and arrived in your house, directly going to bed to rest.
You imagined the things that happened earlier, slowly closing your eyes.
..
"ahhh..." "Nghhh" Moans echoed, fading as it continues. Smiling through the dream, as a familiar face draws near in your sight.
"Hey..." "Hey..." "Hey..." The face came close, waking you up by surprise, seeing the face of Tartaglia, a man you just met.
"What the fuck was that?!?!" You exclaimed, trying to figure out what went on. You opened your curtains, surprised as the sun was rising early in the morning. You slept for so long, hunger filling up your stomach because you didn't have dinner last night.
You touched your ass noticing that the pain had seized, allowing you to move freely without pain. You stood up, stretched, and went to your kitchen to cook, suddenly hearing a knock in your front door.
*knock, knock, knock*
"Who's there?" You asked loudly to allow the person outside to hear you.
"It's me! Tartaglia!" The man answered.
You went to the door and opened it as Tartaglia stood up there bringing a bag.
"Uhh actually, Mister Zhongli asked me to bring you these yesterday." He said.
"Well... Good Morning? Why?" You curiously asked.
"I don't know, he just told me about you and then asked me if I knew where you lived. Since I saw you enter here yesterday before going to the Wansheng Funeral Parlor, I said "yes"." He explained in detail.
"So you came here, early this morning to bring me these?" You asked.
"Yup, I also saw you struggling from pain yesterday, obviously hinting from the way you talked so I also bought you some sweets and pain relievers." He said smiling.
"Well, come in." You told him as you opened the door wider.
He entered and went to the kitchen table to place the goods, sitting on one of the chairs looking directly at the food you're cooking as you approached it.
"Are you cooking breakfast?" He asked.
"Yeah, how about you eat here. Take this as my gratitude for bringing me these goods." You said as you stirred the pan.
He smiled after hearing your invite, obviously happy.
"Well, who am I to decline a humble invitation." He replied.
You continued to cook as he looked around your house, familiarizing its structure and arrangement. The food you're cooking was already smelling good.
..
..
After a while, you finished cooking and transferred it to a large plate placing it at the center of the table. After placing it, you took two plates and spoons for both you and Tartaglia, starting to eat after the preparation.
"Woah, you're a good cook!" He said after eating a spoonful of your food.
"Thanks." You answered.
The both of you continued to eat and finished after a while.
"Ahhhh, that was delicious! Thank you for the food!" He said as he touched his stomach.
You washed the plates as he rested in the dining table. Not long after, you heard another knock from the door.
*knock knock knock*
You wiped your hands and proceeded to the door without saying a word.
"Greetings." A familiar man said. It was Zhongli.
"Ah, Mister Zhongli... Please come in." You said as you allowed him to enter. He was surprised to see Tartaglia sitting on the dining table, approaching him as he stared.
"Mister Childe, it seems you are still here?" He asked.
"Mister Zhongli, I thought you didn't know where he lived?" Tartaglia asked.
"Well, it happened I was doing a morning walk earlier seeing you heading towards this house bringing the bags I asked you to bring." He said as he sat down to one of the chairs.
"Hmmm, stalker huh?" He said.
"Mister Zhongli, do you want to eat something?" You asked.
"No, I merely came here to ask you if you're free today." He said in a serious tone.
Tartaglia's gaze intensified after hearing the words that he took as an invite to you. Looking at you then back to Zhongli.
"Yeah, I don't have work today." You said as you took off your apron, sitting in one of the chairs.
"What about you, Mister Childe? Your gazes look like they hurt." He said facing Tartaglia.
"I have work at the Northland Bank today.." Tartaglia answered.
The three of you talked for a while, Tartaglia leaving first. The both of you then followed after you prepared and went to the Heyu Tea House.
"So, are you alright?" Zhongli suddenly asked as the both of you walked.
"No, my ass was in pain last night." You answered.
"I apologize.." He sincerely said.
"It's fine, it went away after a sleep so, no problem there." You said as he gazed upon you.
After walking for a while, you both arrived at the Heyu Tea House, sitting and listening to the story. Surprisingly, the story was about love. While the story went on, Zhongli would continuously gaze and glance at you, as if trying to relay the story through his eyes.
Slowly, he moved his hand to yours, touching pinky to pinky. You felt the slow touch and glanced.
"HEY!" A familiar voice interrupted. It was Childe, approaching you from the stairs. Zhongli, hearing that, backed his hand and sipped his tea, as you do the same. Away from your sight, he annoyingly looked down both of you, trying to hide something he's feeling deep inside.
"Sit." You said as he reverted his stare.
He sat down and looked at both of you, he saw the hand movements earlier so the interruption was intentional.
"Mister Childe, I had thought you were working at the Northland Bank? Why is your presence here?" Zhongli asked, hinting annoyance and anger in his tone.
Tartaglia on the other hand, forced a smile.
"Well, I finished it... So I guess it's done now." He replied.
You noticed the situation and interrupted their dialogue.
"Ok, ok, why don't we three enjoy the storytelling. Let's not talk about anything else." You said interrupting their intense stares.
They broke off their stares and sipped their tea. The three of you continued to listen in peace, creating a finally happy atmosphere.
..
As the story goes on, both of them would steal glances at each other and to you, you didn't notice it as you were too focused on the story.
After a while, the storytelling ended and it was already lunchtime.
"It's already lunch, where are both of you gonna eat? My treat." Tartaglia said as he smiled.
"Thank you for that offer, Mister Childe. However, it is best if we eat individually, don't you think?" Zhongli said with an intense glare.
"Well that won't be necessary. Let's eat at the Wangmin Restaurant then." Trataglia said as he held your hand, pulling you.
Zhongli had no choice but to follow and so the three of you ate.... In an awkward silence...
"Ehem, thank you, Mister Tartaglia..." You said trying to break the awkward silence.
"No problem." He said.
"Indeed, thank you, Mister Childe. However, I don't think next time you are obliged to treat us..." Zhongli expressed.
"Sarcastic." Tartaglia mumbled.
The eating continues in dead silence until finally done.
The three of you stood up one by one, going to the vendors near the sea for some souvenirs and other stuffs.
The three of you walked there in dead silence once again. When you arrived, Tartaglia insisted on treating both of you for some stuff. He insisted before the two of you agreed.
Buying, snacking, walking, talking. That was the activities you did for the whole afternoon before the evening finally arrived.
"That was a day... Thank you very much Mister Tartaglia." You said as the three of you sat on a bench.
"No problem!" Tartaglia is sad smiling happily.
Zhongli was silent, seemingly regretting and annoyed that Tartaglia interfered with your date.
"It's night now, I guess I gotta go..." You said standing up.
"I'll Go With You!" Zhongli and Tartaglia said in unison, also standing up in a flash.
You hesitated for a while and declined yet they insisted.
..
"ahhh...." You sighed as you walked in between them.
Walking until all of you arrive at your house, allowing them to enter, resting in your living room. You showered after arriving and dressed in your room, as both of them stared at each other for a long time.
After a while, you finished changing your clothes, fresh from the shower and sat with them in the living room...
#fanfic#genshin impact#mlm#genshin x reader#fluff#zhongchi#zhongli x reader#childe x reader#gay#triangle
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BATMAN AND ROBIN 2023 #1 (Take 6 (yes))
(im not writing this as i go since ive already read the issue before. ill also be mentioning gotham war since this takes place during it (just a warning for spoilers!))
i just noticed the bat and robin on the cover! so cute
OH........(just noticed this too) that doesn't look good
look at them goofing off n having fun
this is cute but the way bruce acts here and in gotham war is so jarring its kinda funny
bruce in batman #137: can't stand my fake ass family
bruce in b&r: me and my son damian 🤗
bruce is in his "local dilf in the area" era rn
damian having talia's mannerism that bruce noticed is so <3
and here its confirmed that this takes place during gotham war. not sure how to feel about that
STILL INSANE OVER THIS baby first self insert fanfic
damian went from drawing hyper realistic gore vent art to anime eyes in the corner
i think it'd be fun if we see damian write more as the story goes on. like him daydreaming n doodling in class
wonder if theres any meaning with damian putting talia as a hero n bruce as a criminal here...or maybe its just a "totally original character do not steal" thing
you dont say bruce 🙄
"the last few years"?? pretty sure the events shown there all happened not even in 2 years since damian turned 14 around the start of the lazarus tournament
also why are alfred n talia not shown there? alfred's death has huge impact on damian (he literally hallucinated him) n talia was there as much as ra's
i dont like how damian looks here but that white connor should be a crime
"thats enough emotions for tonight father" [slams door]
i wonder why damian is staying with bruce tho (outside of making this book exist) didn't bruce n talia had a custody battle moment™ n damian's like "nah i have my own life (is literally 14)"
HELL YEAH MY BOY CAN COOK
he's quoting alfred ohhh im gonna sob
this is kinda embarrassing for bruce...like ur son is finally living with you again n he's the one up early cooking?? sir u better step up
aw he's making tea the way alfred did
*squints* did bruce get his hand back? thats a pretty normal looking hand to me
did damian's comment on it in batman #137 made bruce think "shit i cant give damian any ideas of getting a robot hand" n he just. magically grow it back
[GLASS SHATTERING SOUND]
gotham...heights? n. not gotham academy? no maps? no damian joining her dnd team?? no detective club finally hanging out with damian??
ik damian got expelled from gotham academy BUT. WHY
okay? whats the point if he's not going to the same school that his friend went to?
interesting how damian fantasize for a normal life in robin 2021 (with him liking the mundanity of shoujo manga) n now that bruce is offering him that he's rejecting it (or maybe he just rly don't like school which is. fair enough)
wellll just cuz we're not getting maps n the detective club doesn't mean damian's other friends arent showing up right? RIGHT? (maya plz come home)
THE ROBIN MOBILEEE it looks so ridiculous i love it
HOLD ON. DOES THIS CAR HAVE NO SEAT BELTS?? BRUCE UR LETTING THIS SLIDE?
ik that thing is rly loud too damian waking up the whole neighborhood here
not rumors abt the batfam fighting getting spread around?? this is so embarrassing omg
am i the only one getting gotham academy flashbacks here? with killer croc n the trio with the fox shark n bird masks
they're very comfortable with calling eachother father n son while in suits huh. ig everyone in gotham knows that batman is a dilf (who's beefing with his adult children) now
not much to say abt the rest: bruce got shot with something n now bats are attacking him
end thoughts: i hope with all the focus on animals here means that we're getting damian's pets back soon n that gotham war wont affect this book much since i rly want to see damian interact with his siblings again. also is it just me or does the day scenes looks very bright? saturated? it kinda hurts for me to read idk. the night scenes r pretty tho
next issue is damian's first day on his new school that is not gotham academy but im still excited for it! (coping)
bonus bestie corner
#damian wayne#bruce wayne#batman and robin 2023#FINALLY tumblr keeps posting it while im editing it but its done yippee#this is inspired by makeste bnh/a liveblogs! i remember how much fun it was reading them that i wanna try it with b&r#tho i dont think i could ever write as much for a single issue...#still figuring out how i want to do this
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The Diary of Feyre Archeron Ch 4
CHAPTER FOUUUUUUR! YAY!!! All chapters on A03
Words: 1.6k
TW: signs of a panic attack, death, implied murder
July 19th
It's barely daybreak and we already got bad news. Mom had a stroke last night, so severe that she's now in a coma. I tried talking to Nesta but she didn't reply and just left, Elain still seems in shock. I don't know how I feel, it all just seems going downward right now and there is no way to stop it. Is it possible to feel nothing about mom's stroke? Maybe I am in shock but I don't feel like I am in shock, I just, I feel nothing. Does that make me a bad person? Maybe it does, maybe I am a bad person but if I am a bad person, then mom is a bad person, too.
I'm trying not to think too much about it, Elain and Nesta are more important right now because they do feel something, and I want to make sure that they know I am there for them if they want to talk. I doubt they will but it's always nice to know that there is someone, right?
Also, should we tell dad? Should we tell him soon or wait for some news? He's going to be devastated, like we were when we lost everything because of his antics.
I shouldn't go down this route right now, maybe another time.
Well, I guess it's time now to get ready for school, maybe Rhys will distact me from this shitshow my family is right now.
July 20th
Rhys told me today that he needs to talk to me soon about something important, whenever I have time. I only have time next Saturday and he was okay with meeting in the little park close to school then, so it can't be urgent.
OMG, maybe he's asking me on a date? That MUST be it!! I don't know how I am just thinking about it. Maybe I can borrow a dress from Nesta for Saturday and wear a little makeup. I don't know much about makeup, maybe Elain can help me. This is so exciting. FINALLY!! I'm totally saying yes but not instantly, he took long enough to ask me on a date.
I'll let my hair open, I know he likes it. I did it once and he told me I looked pretty, so that's a given. I also have this perfume I'm only wearing for special occasions, I'll use that, too.
Maybe I can get some details about it in the following week.
This is the best day of my life!!!!
Also, Ianthe has been a bitch to me. Rhys had told me she kept flirting with him after he rejected her a bajillion times and I told her to go away after she tried AGAIN. Unbelievable, right?
Such a shame she smashed her hand in her locker door in the PE changing room where no one could see us her.
I hope it heals just fine, would be sad if it didn't.
July 21st
I'm trying to draw and I just can't. Everytime I try I'm staring at a blank canvas, which is just as blank as my mind. I thought the maybe-date with Rhys would inspire me at least a little but it's impossible. I have a creative block. Even thinking about picking up a pencil or a brush takes all my energy, I never felt this way about painting. Painting was always my escape, I was always good at expressing any feeling through art. Now, I just get angry. I want to take the canvas and throw it away. I like having this diary but it's not the same as painting, I can't express myself in words like I do in sketches and paintings, or even scribbles. That part of me just feels empty now, like someone stole all the colors, all lights and feelings and shapes. It's a void.
Elain looked at my canvas and told me to give it a few days, maybe she's right. It's a stressful time for us all. We will get through this and then we go back to our normal lives because everything will be okay.
I'm trying to tell myself that at least, like Elain does, but there is always a little voice in my head that doubts any happiness will come our way.
The feeling of impending doom is still there, gripping me everyday, reminding me that all is not okay. Maybe it's just a puberty thing, I'm sure Nesta and Elain went through the same thing. I wouldn't know, talking about feelings in the Archeron household is like eating a steak as a vegan. You don't do it.
July 26th
Rhys is dead to me.
He and his stupid father don't exist anymore, not in my world. They are dead. DEAD.
Rhys hadn't invited me to ask me on a date, I didn't get ready, borrowed Nesta's dress, let Elain do my makeup, use my good perfume, because he wanted to ask me on a date. No, he invited me to tell me that he is the reason for ruining my life. My whole family's life. That we have NOTHING! Okay fine, it's his father's fault but what's the difference? I AM SO ANGRY. He just moved here to ruin my father's business because of some stupid deal my father broke. Speaking of father, my father is just as dead to me. He can rot in hell, I hope he rots in prison. My sister's are suffering because of HIM. Because of his decisions, because of Rhysand's family. I hate my father, I hate Rhysand's father, I hate Rhysand.
I must have looked just as distraught as I feel because Nesta knew instantly that something happened when I came home. I told her everything, her and Elain, and she is seething.
I can't believe I fell for Rhysand, I can't believe I fell for a fucking lie.
I'm just so angry I can barely breathe. I can't breathe. I can't fucking breathe.
How am I supposed to see Rhysand everyday at school and not scream at him, at the unfairness of it all. How can I ever look at myself, live with myself, for falling foe his tricks to get close to me like a fool.
It was all a lie.
Dad's business was a lie.
Our life was a lie.
Rhysand was a big fucking lie.
I can't breathe.
July 31st
I'm sitting in a train.
The last twenty-four hours five days felt like a bad nightmare, one I just want to wake up from. But it's not a nightmare, is it? It's real.
Mom is dead. They said it was the stroke. Rhysand said it wasn't. I don't know why I believe him but he looked genuine. Maybe I am a fool for trusting him in this but Nesta seems to believe him, too.
Ruining my father's business wasn't the last of Rhysand's father's plans for my father. My father ruined a big deal, now Rhysand's father ruins his life. Meaning that he sends out his men to kill the people my father loves. Which includes my mother. And his daughters.
I think this is how shock feels, feeling like an empty shell. Every movement feels robotic, only muscle memory making me move.
Nesta told me that Rhysand's brothers knocked like crazy on the front door, the tall one was even short of breaking the freaking door down, to warn them about the threat on their lives. Meanwhile Rhysand dragged me out of that diner, kicking and screaming. I didn't want to listen, I didn't want to touch him, but he didn't budge. He brought me to my sisters. Telling me the plan.
The plan to send us away, to a friend who can help us. I think his name was Jurian. We are traveling to him now, he lives in a little city near Austin.
After that we won't be the Archeron’s anymore, we will live under another name, in a city far away.
I don't even know why Rhysand helped us, why would he care. He used me as a pawn for his father and now he helps us running away? I know that he said he never used me but the timing of befriending me seemed convenient. He also said he wouldn't track us after we got our new identities in Austin, but I don't know if I believe him. Maybe his friend will rat us out.
I made a promise to myself when we entered the train station this morning. I promised to keep Nesta and Elain safe, whatever it takes. They used me, they got my mom but they won't get my sister's.
Also, dear diary, this will be my last entry. Nesta wanted me to burn my diary, so it couldn't be tracked to us, but we compromised and I would keep it hidden wherever we end up. Never touch it again.
It was nice to have you as a silent companion as long as it lasted.
Bye
Excerpt from a group chat between Rhysand, Morrigan, Cassian and Azriel
Azriel: They just left Jurian’s house.
Cassian: so, that's it?
Morrigan: no contact anymore, it's to keep them safe, Cassian
Cassian: I know but how sure can we be that Aamon’s men won't track them down?
Rhysand: they won't
Cassian: but can we be SURE
Azriel: yes
Morrigan: Rhys, have you told Feyre?
Rhysand: no, it wasn't the time
Morrigan: there will never be the perfect time to tell someone you love them but it was your last chance
Rhysand: I know
Cassian: maybe it won't be forever
Rhysand: maybe
Morrigan: maybe
Azriel: maybe
Feysand Taglist:
@captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @starfall-spirit @rhysiedarling @corcracrow @sydney-fae25 @tothestarsandwhateverend @aayo-whatt @dreamlandreader
#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#feyre archeron#feyre#feyre cursebreaker#high lady of the night court#high lady feyre#feyre darling#rhysand#rhys#high lord rhysand#rhysand archeron#rhys acotar#high lord of the night court#feysand#archeron sisters#feysand fanfiction#feysand fan fiction#feysand fanfic#feysand fic#feysand au#acotar fanfiction#acotar fan fiction#acotar fanfic#acotar fic#acotar au
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hi! could you maybe write a oneshot that’s amy santiago x fem reader, fluffy/romantic/friends to lovers? i just got into this show and i really wanna read a good and short fic about her but i can’t find many.
Ordinary things
pairing: amy santiago x fem reader
cw: none
word count: 1,560
‘there's never gonna be an ordinary thing
no ordinary things with you
it's funny, but it's true
there's never gonna be an ordinary thing
as long as I'm with you’
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You set down your pen after finalising your last report of the night, eagerly you start to gather your stuff up at your desk to head home. You all had been moved to the night shift after rescuing Holt and Jake from Florida. It was causing a real strain on everyone’s mood, everyone was miserable and lacking all sources of happiness, you had undoubtedly learned your lesson. Once your bag was packed you stand up stretching your legs and scanning the floor. You eyes dart over to Amy’s desk to find her hunched over paperwork. You make your way over to her and place a gentle hand on her back.
“Hey, Ames. Shift is over.”
“I know,” she sighs. “Just got so much to do I can barely register anything.” She looks up at you with dark, tired eyes.
“How about you leave it for tomorrow? Come on I’ll take you home.”
“I don’t know… if I leave it I’ll have double the work tomorrow night,”
“I’ll help,”
“No, I can’t ask you to do that,” Amy insists, turning her focus back to the paperwork.
“You’re not asking, I’m offering. Now come on let’s go. Everyone else is gone, you need to rest.”
Amy takes a minute, looking between you and her paperwork as if deciding which is more important. Eventually she drops her pen and makes a move to start clearing up her desk. The two of you make your way out of the precinct and down to the carpark. You sit in a comfortable silence as you drive, it was always simple when you were with Amy. You didn’t have to force conversation or fabricate reality, she understood you perfectly and you appreciated that more than words could describe. There was something about her that made you feel warm, protected and appreciated. Maybe it was the way she looked at you, maybe it was the way she listened to you rant, maybe it was the way her intelligence inspired you. But it was something, a connection maybe, you’ve never believed in soulmates, but when you met Amy that changed. She was your soulmate, no matter your circumstance with her. There was nothing she could do to make you feel indifferent.
“Can we stop to get coffee?” Amy asked, drawing your attention back to the present.
“Yes, God knows we need it.” You smile.
You pull into the nearest coffee shop, Amy runs in to get it and you wait in the spot. From the window you can see her, even exhausted and overworked she radiates kindness. Even watching her interact with the barista has you smiling, you’ve always tried to push down your feelings, marking it as a childish crush. Besides even if you did tell her how you felt it would be pointless, Amy was strictly into men. You were almost certain there was something brewing between her and Jake, maybe that was far fetched but everyone else seemed to think so, as did you even if that made you want to curl into a pit blackness.
“You keep drifting off, everything okay?” Amy said as she got into the car handing you your coffee.
“Oh, yeah no I’m fine. Just tired.”
Amy just smiles, taking a sip from her coffee as you continue your drive.
“Hey, thanks for this, I need to talk to someone other than a criminal.” Amy laughed softly.
“Honestly same, everyone is so clearly done with this. I hope we’re put back onto days soon, I haven’t seen daylight in weeks.”
“Me too. But really thank you, I really appreciate you.”
“Of course, what are friends for?” You smiled, she gave you a short nod, turning her attention out the window.
She sighs then turns back to you, “I want to ask you something, but you have to hear me out. I may be way off, but I can’t keep this in anymore.”
“Okay, is everything alright?”
“Yeah fine.” She bites her lip then looks at you, “I like you I’ve liked you for a long time now, but I’ve been too scared to tell you. I don’t want to lose our friendship and you mean so much to me and I really really want to try this- oh my god I mean do you even like girls? I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said anything-”
“Amy.” You cut her off, just as you pull up to her apartment complex. You take her hand. “Breathe.”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“No. I’m glad you did,” you run your thumb gently over her hand, “I feel the same, I really really like you.” You smile at her, your eyes bearing into hers. “But I thought you had something with Jake..”
Amy furrows her eyebrows, shooting you a baffled expression. “Jake?!”
“Well- actually I can’t justify it.”
“You’re really bad at reading signals, huh?”
“Shut up,” you laugh, your cheeks flushing ever so slightly.
“How about on Saturday, when we’re off you come around? I can make dinner?” Amy suggests.
“Yeah, I’d really like that.” You smile, a little too obnoxiously.
“Okay, cool cool cool. See you there.”
You both share an awkward hug which leads to you both furiously blushing like teenagers, you watched Amy get out of the car and of course laughed at her embarrassed wave goodbye. The whole way home you were smiling like an idiot, the events replaying in your mind.
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You ran your hand through your hair again before knocking on Amy’s door, you stand with your hand at your side, the other holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Amy answers the door, looking rather distressed. She doesn’t wait around and rushes back into the kitchen. You follow her, extremely concerned.
“Ames? Is everything okay?” You set the flowers down and look around the kitchen, there were pots everywhere things clearly went wrong.
“No. I ruined dinner, God I’m so sorry. I wanted this to be perfect and now it’s unsolvable.” She sighs, eyes prickling with tears.
“It can’t be that bad? Maybe we can salvage what’s not ruined?” You say, trying to seem optimistic.
“Oh it’s definitely not salvageable.” Amy picks up a wooden spoon inside a pot, except out can the spoon and a block of what you assumed to previously have been sauce.
“…oh, well that’s only sauce?”
Amy opens the oven which fills the entire room with black smoke, you immediately open the window and she gets a towel to blow the smoke away. You bite your lip to stifle your laugh but making eye contact with Amy makes the both of you burst out laughing.
“I’m sorry, this is truly not how I excepted things to pan out.” Amy sighs, before you could reply she was crying.
Immediately you rushed to her side and pulled her into a tight hug, gently you run a hand up and down her back to sooth her. You felt sorry for her, it was clear she put a lot of effort into this just for it to not work out.
“This doesn’t have to mean our entire night is ruined. Why don’t you go get ready, I’ll clean up in here. Take your time we’re in no rush.”
Amy pulled back to look at you, you wiped the tears from her eyes and she softly smiled. “Are you sure? We don’t have to, we can reschedule or something.”
“No come on, I’m already here.”
“Okay, but really you don’t have to clean up. I’ll do that, it’s not your mess.”
“Ames. I don’t care about cleaning the mess. Just get ready, I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to.”
Amy went to get ready and you cleaned the kitchen, as you were putting away the final dish she walked into the kitchen. She was wearing a sheer blue and black flowered blouse with a pencil skirt. You knew you were staring but you couldn’t help it, she looked so beautiful, so effortlessly radiant.
“Ames,” you exhaled. “You look gorgeous.”
She blushed as she walked over to you and wrapped her arms around your neck, your hands naturally rested at her waist. Your foreheads pressed together until she moved her lips onto yours, you pulled her closer and the kiss intensified. When you pulled away you both were blushing.
“Wait, I got lipstick on you.” Amy giggle and wiped her lipstick from your upper lip.
You swear you could have melted under her touch right there, but you knew you needed to collect yourself. You cleared your throat and Amy laughed. The two of you headed to the restaurant and got seated in a booth.
“Again I’m sorry, I had planned for a really nice meal and something more fun than a boring very ordinary restaurant.”
“No, it’s fine. This is still nice, besides it doesn’t matter what we do, we’re together that’s plenty fun.”
“Look at you being all sappy and motivational. I didn’t take you for the type.” Amy teased.
“I’m not usually, guess you bring it out in me.” You winked.
Amy just playfully rolled her eyes in response. The whole date may have started chaotically and completely gone to shit, but in the end you had a better time than you’d ever have dreamed of. Being with Amy truly was a thrill, the addition of knowing she liked you only emphasised that.
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