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#and I was like ‘eh is it really helped me focus?’ I’ll take it when I need to
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This is your reminder not to stop taking your meds! You are better because you are taking them! Ask yourself why you’re taking them in the first place, whether they helped with that at all, and how you can manage side effects. If the side effects are bad please do contact your prescriber and work on a new plan! But do not stop cold turkey, it will only make you feel worse!
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neopuppy · 6 months
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Bestfriend Jeno who invades readers privacy and goes through her computer filled with videos of ykyk💀
warnings. errrhhmmm🤔 masturbation, yeah..
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“Damn, he really did a number on your phone.” Jeno’s fingers drag down the shatter of cracks distorting your screen, neck ticking to the side. “I can definitely fix it though.”
“You can?”
“Yeah, I worked at one of those phone repair kiosks a couple summers ago, these screens cost a fortune to get fixed you know? I have a lot of leftover supplies, can probably find something in my stash that will fit.” He informs, patting your shoulder. “Means you’ll have to be disconnected all day though, is that okay?”
“I guess, have some lectures to get through and a group project to finish so I’ll be at the library most of the day if anything.”
“Alright, write down your passcode and maybe your apple log in just in case.” Jeno nods to a notebook, grabbing a pen to hand you.
“Why the log in?” You hesitate, eyeing your phone nervously.
Jeno shrugs, holding your phone out to you. “I only want to help, I know you’re kind of down on your luck right now. I understand if you want to be around when I fix it but today’s one of my only free days for the rest of the week, so..”
“No no, it’s fine.” You sigh, pushing the phone back toward him. “I might be back late, don’t know how long this meeting with my group will take. If you could leave my phone on DND? I’ll probably still be texting from my laptop.”
“Yeah, not a problem.” Jeno nods to his notebook, smiling as you scribble down your passcode and password. “I’ll get this all fixed up for you, free of charge.”
“I’ll have to repay you somehow..”
“What are friends for?” He laughs, motioning to the living room area scattered with your belongings. “Shit happens..”
“Thanks Jeno, everything you guys have done for me..” trailing off, you murmur shyly. “I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you and Jaemin for helping me out like this.”
“Don’t worry about it, focus on school.”
After bidding you goodbye and good luck with your project, Jeno moves to his bedroom, whistling to himself as he traces down the largest crack on your phone screen. “Gosh, what a dick..”
He didn’t ask what the fight was about, the timing didn’t feel right with you sniffling as he and Jaemin helped you carry your belongings in. He never liked your boyfriend much anyway, or well, ex-boyfriend..
Jeno boiled it down to jealousy at times, whenever he’d have to witness the unfortunate public displays of affection between the two of you. It’s not that he likes you, not necessarily.. but your friendship hadn’t exactly stemmed from genuine interest in forming a platonic relationship. It just so happened that while he had one idea, your mind had already honed in and focused on another.
“Eh, I always knew he wasn’t right for you.” Jeno mumbles to himself, tapping your phone screen to the image of your now ex-boyfriend’s lips squished against your cheek. “Gross.”
Jeno gets to it, unwrapping a new razor to begin removing the old screen topper first and see the real damage. Lucky for you, he’d gifted you a durable screen protector when you’d gotten a new phone. Great for dropping, not so much for a crazy boyfriend hurling it at a wall though.
He’s pleased to see the damage is a lot more minor under the protector, mentally patting himself on the back for handling that for you in the first place. A text pops up lighting the bare screen. “Oh right, do not disturb.”
Jeno taps in the passcode, swiping down to turn off notifications only to come to a pause as another text comes in.
‘It’s easy money, I did it my first year of college to cover rent, and you're shit out of luck at this point if you think a dorm will open up this far into the semester.’
He knows he shouldn’t, but there’s no way you’d find out anyway..
‘Isn’t that prostitution?’
The last text sent from you has his eyes going wide, quickly reading through the chat between you and the name he recognizes as your best friends, the same one whose car Jaemin had found you using as a makeshift home..
‘It’s not illegal in our state, and it’s anonymous. You won’t get caught or anything. Trust me, I worked there for 11 months, best money I’ve ever made.’
Jeno mumbles a ‘what the fuck.’ To himself, opening his phone to copy down the address she sends in next.
‘Besides, what difference does it make? You were getting fucked by your asshole ex on stream for way less.’
“What?!” Jeno looks around in shock, covering his mouth in case someone else is home. An arsenal of unanswered questions race through his mind, swiping to put your phone on ‘do not disturb’ finally as he takes a deep breath to calm down.
“There’s no way..” he chuckles, licking his lips nervously as he taps open your photos and scrolls until a locked album named ‘delete’ catches his eye.
Jeno spent a year learning different ways to break into stolen phones with not even a passcode to assist, the thrill of unknown has his thumb punching away before he can even talk himself out of it. Not that he would..
Why wouldn’t you immediately delete photos or videos you wouldn’t want anyone to see anyway? You can’t be that stupid..
“Oh shit.”
You are that stupid.
Jeno groans, leaning back in his computer chair as he slowly scrolls through the album of over 1000 photos and videos, most consisting of topless shots. More scandalous as he reaches the middle and sucks in a deep breath reading the time on the first video he sees.
Eight minutes and twenty seven seconds..
Patting around for his headphones, he plugs them in and opens the video up to hit play, sinking deeper into his seat as your face appears half-fucked out with dreamy eyes and saliva wet lips.
The deeper familiar voice he recognizes as your ex’s comes through, making his stomach tighten. “Fuck.”
‘How can you ask me for more after I just fucked you full?’
‘Please daddy, n-need more.’
The camera runs down your bare body, laid back against dark sheets with your thighs hoisted up and open; panning down to where white streaks of cum paint your stomach and mound. ‘Feel that? My dicks still so hard.’
‘Keep fucking me, don’t stop fucking me. Fuck that cum deep inside of me.’
Jeno pants, short of breath as he digs the heel of his palm against his groin and groans. Fuck fuck fuck… he knew it. The past few years of having to pretend he valued your friendship more than his desire to fuck you, he always knew you were nothing but a pathetic sobbing whore. The sound of your sobs and aroused whines vibrating through his ears has him ready to make a mess, smoothing in past the waistband of his sweats to free his length, he’s thankful for the point of view shot; making it easy to tune out the masculine grunts passing between your pretty cries.
‘Fuck. I’ll breed you better than that.’ Jeno voices to himself, surprised your lazy ex didn’t make you get on top. The amount of cum covering your lower half has his hips jumping from the chair, eager to fuck into his fist faster.
One thought continues to pass through his mind as he grips around his cock and strokes to match the pace pushing you up and down along the screen.
He needs to fuck you.
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billskeis · 3 months
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RAHH could you make a tom kaulitz fluff like how the female reader is younger 2 years so like hes 17 while shes 15 and he helps her with her homework 😅 they ARE together btw :)
2006 tom :)
♡゙  :  paper hearts  𓈒      📹  ?
“i’m back!” you turn to look around at tom who enters his bedroom with drinks and snacks. you were currently staying over at his place so he can help you tutor. “hi tom…” you sigh heavily as you stare at the paper beneath you, many questions, but it remained blank.
maths wasn’t your best subject, but phew! could the tom kaulitz do his algebra.
“still struggling?” he sits down on his seat next to you as he leans on the desk with his head resting arms that fold on top of it. “thank you, and yea.. i just—it doesn’t make any sense to me!”
“hey hey, no need to get frustrated,” as you slam softly on the table, somewhat shaking the coca colas in the iced glass cups. “just break it down, okay..? can you do that for me? the way i taught you.”
despite his deviance as a junior, tom does quite well on his academics. which maybe, is why he chooses to prioritize fun over school. he never really required the effort in doing well because he was just naturally born with it.
you on the hand, not so much.
and it wasn’t like this for every subject, luckily. it was just math. whatever you did and no matter the amount of effort you put into it, always ended with you failing. it’s getting tiring and overwhelming at this point.
which is why your math teacher had assigned you tom as a study buddy, a tutor. none of you really fought against this, that being that you were together.
“now y/n, i don’t know if you know mr. kaulitz but he is quite the troublemaker.. don’t want you in the wrong crowd now eh?” your math teacher asked you sternly, to which you could only nod to.
little did he know that this little troublemaker was your boyfriend.
“okay y/n, so just take it from the top.. you do this.. and then,” as tom continued to explain the strategies in solving the equations, all you could do was stare at him.
the way his lips move as he addresses the concepts, how he writes his letters and numbers, the eye contact? you swear you couldn’t focus.
“tom, i can’t do it…” you bring your head down. it upset you. he was going out of his way to help you, even though it was a punishment from the math teacher despite being his best student, you felt as you were being ungrateful and totally useless.
“schatzi, it just takes time.. i don’t expect you to automatically be good at math just from this one night.. we’re just getting started!”
and although he makes the effort to comfort you, it wasn’t helping much. you just lacked the motivation.
shifting, he leans his body toward you, leaning his head down to face yours. his eyes fluttered beneath his lashes. he puts your hands in his as he caresses them softly.
“how about this, you do a question, i’ll give you a reward,” your head perks up in curiosity, “a reward..?” “mmhm! just a small one though, for each question. how about that schatzi?” you contemplated, but anything from tom would be good! so you agreed.
finishing the equation, you place the pencil down to revise your work to ensure that everything was correct. you turn in the office chair a bit to face tom who was already paying attention to you. “all done?” “yep!”
tom’s eyes scan the paper, blinking. you bite your lips in nervousness worrying about if the hard work you’ve done was all for nothing and it ended up being wrong or incorrect, worse, none of it made sense to the point where tom couldn’t even see where you went wrong.
“good job baby!” tom places a kiss on your cheek that leaves you stunned, all you could do was look at him, eyes and mouth wide open, “your reward of course..” “do it again,” “what?” “tommmm, please?” he just giggles and pushes you away softly when you want to kiss him again.
it made you feel all bubbly and fuzzy again, you don’t know what it was.
was it tom’s scent that wafted your way for just a second that made it so addicting for you to get a sense of him close again? was it how soft and gentle his lips were on your cheek that tickled you slightly?
or was it just, tom?
“no baby! finish another question and you can get another one,” ruffling the top of your head to mess up your hair. pouting, you look down. a part of tom feels bad, so he just leans closer to you. little did he know this was all apart of your plan to place a quick peck on his lips once he was caught off guard.
he backed away so quick, face a beet red. he wasn’t the only one who was able to fluster you, “you little..!” “can’t blame me, you wouldn’t give me what i wanted!” “now you’re in for it..” tom tackles you to tickle you onto the ground.
laughter and giggles filled the room, you and tom play fought for some of the night. eventually, the two of you got tired and worked up an appetite, leaving the bedroom completely empty to go eat.
the homework was completely forgotten, but that can wait.
(you guys never got the homework done and both were scolded by the math teacher)
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dontexpectmuch · 1 year
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Jude talks about having trouble sleeping and having sleepless nights especially after games. 😭 can you write some fluff with Jude about helping him fall asleep 💟
„here, try this!“ you move next to your boyfriend, a cup of chamomile tea in your hands and a smile adoring your lips.
judes eyes focus on you, instead of the ceiling, dark circles visible underneath them. he has been laying in bed for quite some time now, sighing every now and them as he waited for sleep to finally come to him. when he invited you over for a sleepover, he genuinely hoped to fall asleep easily, especially since he didn’t want to disturb you. but, to his luck he once again struggled a lot.
he sat up, taking the cup from your hands, “tea?” his questioning gaze met your calm one.
nodding, you sit next to him onto the bed, hand now resting on his thigh, “i read that it helps to fall asleep. i thought you’d like to try.”
hearing those words leave your mouth saddened jude, he couldn’t explain why, but he felt like a burden to you. you, his amazing partner that always tried your best to help him wherever you could, always waited for him after training and tried your best to fit your schedule to match his. and now this? he didn’t deserve you, really.
jude smiled at you, though it had a sad hint to it, placing the cup next to him on the bedside commode, “babe, do you want to sleep here? i’ll take the couch.”
“jude, what?” your question came out like demand you note, a demand to know what he was saying.
another sigh left your boyfriends lips, his hands fiddling with your fingers as he looked at your hands. how could he explain it the best?
“i, i don’t, like.” he started, his tired eyes now shifted to look at your face. your warm smile encouraging him to continue, “i don’t want to burden you any longer. i don’t even know why, but, i just can’t sleep? i don’t even know, like, dude, ‘t’s so fucked.”
you move a bit closer to his body, squeezing his hand slightly, “why would you say that, love?” it hurt, seeing jude in this state and hearing him say that. “you could never be a burden to me. feeling that way is valid, jude. you are allowed to have worries and struggles.”
“but, ‘t’s not the first time and it just pisses me off, y’know.” jude continues, creases forming on his forehead and shoulders sacking.
you lean in and kiss his cheek, looking at his eyes, “and we will try until you fall asleep with no problems, okay? you aren’t alone in this, promise.”
“but, babe-“ you cut him off, placing your hand on his mouth.
“hush, william. we got this. if not us, who else?”
instead of answering however, jude just licked your hand, causing you to squirm away from him and rubbing his saliva against his shorts, “jude!”
“don’t call me by my middle names, for real.”
“drink your tea, victor.”
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UNDER MY UMBRELLA EH EH EH
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saelique · 20 days
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not even titling dis cause I have no idea what I just wrote
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strangers to friends with dazai osamu !! ft. atsushi !! reader works in a cafe <3 fem reader <33 NOT PROOFREAD cause m rlly lazy
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that one weird guy you see on your way to your workplace when you’re driving your car was handsome up close. scarily and dangerously handsome.
damn. his short brown eyes and hair with a tall figure was enough to beg for his number. if you didn’t have self control, that is !
thankfully, your first impression of him was enough to keep you from asking his hand in marriage ! after all, who would want to get with a guy who jumps down a bridge in a attempt to commit suicide and does it everyday ?
“my name is dazai osamu, nice to meet you.”
oh god. even his voice is hot. really, you’re trying hard to focus at what he and his companion are saying and not to stare at his perfect face.
“so I see, uh- would you like to come in and inspect then ?” you managed to get the words out, smiling and opening the door to the cafe youre currently working in.
”of course ! thank you miss !” a young boy next to him bowed a bit. he was dressed weirdly as well. what’s his name again . . . ? atsushi nakajima, was it ? eh. it was fine, wasn’t like you’re gonna meet them again.
atsushi entered the cafe while dazai stood behind, clearly you didn’t know what he wanted to do so you opened the door a bit more. “mr. dazai ? would you like to come in ?”
“I was just thinking,” he leaned towards you, causing you to lean back, “would a beautiful lady like you commit double suicide with me-“ “dazai ! let’s just start the mission like the president said !” atsushi came back, quickly taking the arm of dazai. “sorry about that, he’s just . . .” “no, no, it’s okay. I understand.”
you didn’t.
they ended up leaving a bit later, dazai handing you a slip of paper with a contact on it. “you didn’t give me your answer, so ! call me if you would like to die together ~”
you accepted it with a awkward smile and a nod, clearly not knowing what to do. a part of you wanted to throw it away, but that one voice told you to keep it and call him. definitely not cause your love life is failing terribly like his suicide attempts !!!
you ended up following your impulsive thoughts.
you gulped when he answered your call. “hello ? who’s this ?” “uh- hello ? this is-“ “oh ! you’re that cafe lady ealier ! are you going to accept my proposal to die together ?” he sang, you heard the sounds of a tv and sheets rustling in the background as he shifted from his former laying position to a new, more comfortable one.
“I was just about to ask if you’re getting professional help.” shit. were you wrong though ? i mean- someone who attempts suicide can’t be mentally sane right ?
silence on the end of the call. you were just about to hang up from embarrassment before you heard him speak again. “nope ! are you gonna look one for me though ? professional help is really expensive and I can’t pay for luxuries like that.” “I literally work in a cafe. it’s minimum wage. you work as a detective. aren’t you supposed to receive much, much more ?” you scoffed, despite the conversation you were having, you had to admit that talking with him was . . . amusing, to say the least. fun, even.
“well, you can be my therapist. are you good at listening to people ? since you’re the one who suggested it after all ! okay ! let’s meet at your cafe ! I’ll arrive at six !” “wait I’m not-“ “see ya !” “. . . he hung up . . . “ you muttered to yourself in defeat.
oh well, his story can’t be that bad, right ?
he didn’t tell you anything in the end, only talking about his cases and about his fellow coworkers. it was entertaining though, you undoubtedly felt bad for atsushi and that guy he called kunikida.
“dazai ? it’s time for me to pack up and go, it’s like- nine now.” you got up from your chair, ready to escort him out. “really ? awh, I was having so much fun.” he whined, but got up from his chair all the same. “I’ll be back tomorrow ! see you belladonna !”
”see you.”
you waved, and closed the door to clean the cafe as you promised your boss. hmph. tomorrow huh ? you bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling but failed horribly.
“see you tomorrow, dazai.” you said to yourself, looking out the window to watch him head back to his apartment.
you should really stop falling for mentally unstable men.
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freedomfireflies · 1 year
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hi! if you’re still taking requests could you please write something about being pregnant and you’re getting some hate from harry’s fanbase about your body and harry reassures you about how you’re beautiful and all that, maybe some smut if you can?? i’m feeling a bit insecure about my body today and i really wish i had someone to help me through that 😓 if you don’t want to no worries, i love your work 🫶🏻
I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to do this, but I hope it can help remind you exactly how wonderful, stunning, and loved you are!
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“No.”
“Angel…just come here—”
“I said no.”
Harry’s eyes narrow playfully as he regards you from the bed. “Baby, if I have to pick you up and carry you back over, I promise you aren’t gonna like what happens next.”
You snort from your place inside the closet, although truth be told, you don’t doubt that he will. “I’ll be there in a second, okay—”
“No, not okay. I want you here now,” he insists, and you suck in a quiet breath as your lids squeeze shut, willing yourself not to cry.
After a moment or two, you turn around and face him, taking a hesitant step closer as he offers a sympathetic smile. 
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “That’s it, come on. Right here.”
He pats his parted thighs until you slip yourself between them. And once you do, he takes hold of your hips and keeps you firmly planted to your spot. 
“Now…tell me what’s going on up here, hm?” he whispers, reaching up to tap his finger along your temple. “Tell me, Angel.”
A beat as you debate how much to share. “It's...nothing. Really,” you sigh, not exactly in the mood to divulge the abuse your mind has been putting you through for the past few days.
Well…weeks, actually. Months. Years.
“Eh, wrong,” he declares teasingly. “Try again.”
You look down at him, throat burning from the force of attempting to keep yourself together. “I just…I don’t know. I can’t seem to find anything to wear that I feel…good in.”
His playful attitude seems to diminish, brows pulling together as his lips purse and he looks up at you. “S’your mind being mean to you again?”
“Probably,” you mumble, glancing down at his shirt, hoping to focus on that instead. The look in his eye isn't helping the pit in your stomach. “Or maybe I’m just finally seeing myself for what I am.”
“And what are you?”
You tangle your fingers in the material on his chest. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. “I’m exactly who they said I was.”
“Who?”
You go quiet, not exactly thrilled with the idea of reliving it.
“Who, Angel?” he repeats a bit sterner, shaking your hips once. 
You roll your lips into your mouth. “The comments. All the comments. Everywhere. Twitter, Instagram, TikTok, Tumblr. At your shows, on the street, from some of those girls at the party. They’ve made it very clear that I’m not your type and I just…I don’t know. I guess I didn’t see it before, or I didn’t want to see it before but now I do, and I just don’t—”
He shakes you again until you stop, palm reaching up to cup your jaw and force your eyes on him. “Hey, easy, okay? Enough. That’s the fucking love of my life you’re talking about, yeah? I don’t wanna hear that shit—”
“Yeah, well I don’t either, but here we are,” you huff, yanking your head away so you can look back down at the floor.
But Harry isn’t so easily deterred, quickly taking your face in both his hands this time around as he brings your attention back to him. “All right, well let’s start with this: they can go fuck themselves. They don’t know my type. They don’t know jack shit about me or what I like—”
“Har,” you interject with a pointed look. “It’s not that hard to guess that your type is skinny and blonde—”
“No, see, fuck that, too,” he scoffs. “Look, am I gonna sit here and pretend there haven’t been a few coincidences? No. There’s a pattern, I see that. But that’s not why I dated them. I dated them because of who they were. Because of how I felt when I was around them. Because of their intentions and their morals not because of the way they looked.”
It’s a nice argument. Almost believable, too. You know Harry like the back of your hand. You know what he’s drawn to. Know that he cares about what’s in someone’s heart first and foremost. 
But you also know that he’s a man and men are pigs and horny all the goddamn time.
“I believe that you believe that,” you tell him. “Doesn’t change the fact that the world expects you to be with someone that looks like…you know, not me.”
That handsome face of his falls into a frown. “You think I make my choices based on what the world expects of me?”
You sigh, head shaking once. “No,” you whisper, rather ashamed. “No, I just…I guess I wished I saw something else when I looked in the mirror.”
He stares at you for a moment. Quietly. Purposefully. Then, he stands.
You scramble back as he grabs your hand and leads you toward the corner of the bedroom where your full-length mirror resides.
Oh, great, you think, feet dragging a bit as he places you in front of your reflection and settles in behind you.
“I’m gonna tell you what I see, yeah?” he declares as he peeks over your shoulder to meet your eye in the mirror. “And you’re gonna fucking listen to me. Not to them. Not to your anxiety or your overthinking. Me. Just me. Deal?”
Not like you really have a choice, you sigh again as you nod once.
“Good girl.” His fingers delicately begin to trace down the slope of your shoulders and down your arms as your breath hitches. “I see the arms that held me the night I found out my friend had died. The arms that make me feel safe and loved. The arms that carried each and every one of those flowers to my mom’s house for her birthday and the arms that let me be the little spoon when I need it.”
Your teeth pull at your lip in an attempt to keep from smirking as his touch travels from your arms to your waist and you watch rather intently.
“I see the hips that I grab onto when I’m fucking ruining you against the wall. The hips that I grab onto when you sit on my lap and grind that pretty ass against my cock when you think no one is looking. I see the hips that I squeeze when you’re dancing with me in that pretty red dress I fucking adore,” he continues, his voice a gentle purr, and suddenly, you don’t feel like smirking anymore.
He moves back up, fingers sweeping down the back of your neck before dancing around your throat and along your jaw.
“I see the face of the woman I love. The lips I love to bite until they bleed. The eyes that look at me when I’m doing something annoying, or stupid, or just a little bit dangerous. The eyes that watch me when I ruin you with my tongue, or when I dance around the stage, or when I get into the shower even though you think I don’t notice.”
You’re not quite sure you’re breathing at this point, his pointed gaze still on yours through the reflection as his hand begins to fall to your chest.
“I see the body that brought you to me. I see your heart in the little things you do. The way you speak. The way you make sure everyone around you is okay before you check on yourself. I see your heart in the way you trust me. The way you sacrifice your sanity just to follow me around the world on the world’s tiniest tour bus. In the way you play my mom’s dumb Rabbit, Rabbit game every month because it makes her so happy and no one else will play it with her.”
Now you do laugh, head shaking as you glance down at the floor.
But he brings two fingers to your chin to raise it back up once again as he leans closer, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. 
“I see the legs that shake when I tease you,” he murmurs. “The thighs that squeeze around my head when you come. I see the skin that looks so beautiful when it’s sweaty and sticky and soft under my touch. I see the ass I could bounce a quarter off of. I see the curves I love to run my tongue along. I see the dips that fit mine like a fucking puzzle piece. Like it was always meant to fit. Your body in mine.”
You’re leaning back against his chest, now hardly able to stand as he nearly brings you to his knees with his words alone. You’re almost annoyed at the way he’s managed to play you and yet…you know that everything he says, he means.
When he’s sure he has your full attention, he slips his arms around your waist until he can press his palms to your stomach, chin on your shoulder as you suck in a longing breath.
“I see the body that holds our baby,” he says softly, and you feel the tears sneaking their way to your eyeline. “The body that made our baby. The body that carries it, protects it, nourishes it. The stomach that looks just as glorious now as it did the first time I saw it. The stomach that I love to run my lips along. To taste, to have, to bite until it’s my name you see when you look in the mirror.”
Your head is spinning, filled with more voices than you can count. And every comment. The ones online, the ones telling you that you’re not who you should be, and now…his.
And then suddenly, it goes quiet. 
Until all you hear…is him.
“I see the love of my life,” he continues as your eyes meet his again. “I see you. I see the only person I want to see. The only person I want to come home to. The only person I’ve ever truly wanted. No matter what they tell you, no matter what you tell yourself…it doesn’t change what I see. No numbers, no sizes, no comments. I just see you. I see the person that makes me feel safe and the body that gives me the kind of hard-on that has me wanking off in a coat closet just to get some relief.”
You’re not sure whether to laugh or cry, so you do both as he smirks and reaches his knuckles up to catch a stray tear falling down your cheek.
“I know that this isn’t something that I can fix, no matter how good I am,” he adds teasingly. “But I want you to promise me something, yeah?”
You nod.
“Next time you hear anybody else’s voice but mine…you come straight to me. So I can show you exactly who you are to me.”
You don’t answer with words. Instead, you turn around and kiss him. Fingers in his hair as you slip your tongue past his and try with everything you have to let him know how much you love him. How much you appreciate him.
How much you need him.
He’s more than grateful to have you on him like this, already attempting to pull you back toward the bed, but before the tender moment can pass, you take a second to breathe and press your forehead to his.
He waits patiently, keeping his hold on you tight as you work to find the right words.
“I love you,” is all you can say, lashes falling shut, overcome with emotion and need. “I really fucking love you.”
“I love you, Angel,” he replies, laughing a bit as if he can hardly believe how lucky he is.
Then, he kisses you again.
“Now let me see you.”
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lady-jane3 · 6 months
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Can I ask for 20. Corpse bride with dear Copia from the halloween propmt list 😭
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pairing: cardinal copia x ghost!fem!reader
warnings: mention of death & he goes off on a little vent
a/n: you're lonely? i can fix that....
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The pressure was becoming too much. He was only a cardinal and they wanted to move him up in rank, which meant more work and more public appearances. It’s like they were trying to set him up to fail with all of the additional work he’d have to do when he already spent all his time working, and with the need for him to be out in front of crowds as Papa.
Oh, it was just too much for him. Copia went to the surrounding forests, whirlwinds spinning through his brain and making it feel like his skull had shrunk two sizes over it. The brisk autumn air was helping relieve some of the warm tension and frustration clouding his focus.
There was a thin trail that led him through the loose arrangement of trees, some ever-green and others painted in splotches of yellows, reds, or browns. He just needed an escape for a few minutes, away from the Ministry and even his own room. Following the path he didn’t really know all too well, the cardinal found himself approaching a barren clearing.
That was something that struck him as noticeable, though his mind was too wound-up to really even process the realization. Copia walked over the packed earth, through the few scraggly dead trees, and sat over a greyed hollow log on the ground. His black cassock shrouded him as he sat there, his arms crossed atop his lap as he tried to keep in all his warmth in the lightly fogging air. 
He sighed, his posture collapsing as he started voicing all the tightly-spun thoughts that had been swirling in his mind since Imperator gave him the announcement.
“I hardly have enough time in the day to spend it taking care of my rats. I mean, of course, I care for them but… it is always rushed. There is no time for me to… just, relax. I’ve done half of Terzo’s work and even that is a lot, what will happen when I’m doing that entire share of work? There are not enough hours in the day to keep everything running only on my shoulders…
“Besides, I might be dedicated to completing my work but there… I know there’s more I wish to do besides that. I want to have time to play the video games I have in my room, even if it sounds silly or like wasted time doing that. I want to spend time talking to the Siblings, really know them and make them feel seen by the Clergy. I… I would like to try learning how to bake bread myself. Or those little French cookies.
“How do they expect me to write music and lyrics about life, expressing our beliefs in an appealing way to the outside world when I have not been doing much living? It would be in the Clergy interest to let me have my own time. They chastise Terzo for taking it when we pride ourselves on having a dogma of freedom. But… in the end I know they won’t listen to me and I’ll never say this all to them. I always nod and go with it.
“But maybe it’s enough. If they want me to be someone important, I need to make some demands and have the, eh… the spine? Ah, the backbone. Not let people walk over me. Not like before.”
His feet crossed and uncrossed at the ankle as he ranted to himself, his gloved hands fidgeting over his lap once his arms uncrossed. Copia sighed thickly, feeling decades of hurt piled onto his shoulders slowly be lessened with his words. If only he could tell someone about it, but he hardly even had a friend at the Ministry besides Terzo. He leaned back slightly and laughed bitterly to himself. 
“I have always been the one left out, the one ignored. Why now do I get this recognition? I have no one to bear it with. No one at my side to help me with it when the days are long and difficult, all because my life has only been invested in my work. I don’t have a companion with whom to spend my life. Just my sweet rats. And even that – they cannot leave me, they do not choose to stay with me.”
Copia sighed sadly and set one of his hands down over the log, his fingers accidentally brushing over some dried-up twig sticking up from below. Everything remained solemnly still, the fog seeming to thicken and the wind just beginning to pick up a bit. The cardinal stewed in his small crisis long enough to notice the changes, only seeming to come out of his own troubled thoughts when a few chills ran through him. 
He started to watch the fog, the way it swirled in a thick, milky-white curl to cloak the ground of this clearing. It was unlike any he had seen before, moving as though its purpose was to blanket the landscape and conceal his range of view. The cardinal stood up in surprise, turning slightly around the space to give himself a full view of what was going on. 
As the wind breezed through the short strands of his mousy-brown hair, one clear sign came to him that something was afoot. Just near where he was seated, the ground started to crack and dirt was overturned as something slowly stirred from below. Now that he was looking at it, that twig he brushed his hand over… it looked an awful lot like the bones of a human hand. Which was exactly what it turned out to be as a figure rose up from the earth.
“Ma che ca- ” He murmured under his nose, his words stolen away as he got a look at the risen creature before him and cloaked in the same thick, white fog that covered the clearing’s ground.
“I have been waiting a long time for you.” She spoke, extending out her skeletal arms towards him.
His eyes went wide at her statement as he took a cautious step back.
“There is no need to fear or flee.” She assured him, her voice wisping in the wind.
He didn’t quite understand how he was meant to not feel fearful in such an unheard of situation. People rising up from graves wasn’t too uncommon for the Ministry, but they usually only became talkative or sullen phantasms. Zombies weren’t entirely unheard of either, but they never behaved or looked like this one did. Antique lace patterns stained with dirt and shining white satin ruined with time spent underground clothed her decaying body. A tattered veil draped over her head.
She gripped his wrist with an impossible strength from her bone fingers, stepping closer to him, “I heard your plea… and when your hand brushed over mine, it warmed my heart. Figuratively, of course. You have been waiting for companionship, I have lied here for over a century waiting for the Fates to send someone to me and break my deathly isolation.” 
“But… I didn’t mean to call upon you. I’m terribly sorry for the mistake, truly, however th- ”
Coldness radiated from her as her dainty, greyed face turned into one of fury, “There are no mistakes in such matters. You were meant to wake me. You were meant to come here.”
“I…” He began, his voice trailing off as his expression sank. 
This poor soul was never given the rest she deserved. She was buried in her wedding gown, which usually only meant a handful of things could’ve happened for her and all of them tragic. He felt his own hurt sting in his chest, imagining how burdened she must be with her own pain. Left alone for centuries, buried in the forest, in her wedding gown, cursed not to rest until someone broke the spell, waiting for someone to finally come to her. Despair seemed to frame her words, actions, and insistence.
Copia couldn’t make himself banish her spirit or otherwise free himself from her, knowing he felt only a fraction of what she must have, and made her a proposal: “I cannot bring you with me now, but… perhaps I can arrange to visit you and have other spirits visit you here every day so you don’t feel so… alone.”
“You will not return if I let you go now.” She stated, disbelieving him.
“I can make you an oath now, so you will believe me or get to haunt me for the rest of my life if I do not prove trustworthy.” He smiled softly. 
She paused, her spindly fingers slowly loosening around his wrist. Stepping back, the buried bride looked over him and his timid demeanor. Circling around Copia, the ruined dress dragged over the fog-blanketed ground and her dead eyes scrutinized him. Finally she paused and stood taller as she pronounced her sentence. 
“I accept your offer. On the condition you make an oath to me now.” 
“Of course.” He nodded, preparing himself for the procedure of binding their agreement. “I’m terribly sorry you were buried here on your own. Once this oath is completed, may I hear your story?”
A trace of icy sullenness seemed to hit her, but she did give him a slow nod. He took her skeletal hands and shut his eyes, the words to make the oath on the tip of his tongue. It took Copia a moment to remember them perfectly and begin reciting, knowing that he at least felt comfort at being able to help one poor soul.
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gravehags · 6 days
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I have a prompt, shy Cardinal Copia and an outgoing sister of sin who approaches him.
“Need any help with that?”
Your bright voice rings out through the stacks, causing several of your siblings to turn and shush you, and the man to which you speak to topple backwards on the ladder. With a squeaked “shit!” you grab the backs of his thighs through his black cassock without thinking, push him back towards the safety of the bookcase.
“Sorella! I, eh. Thank you.”
A beat passes, then another, when you realize your hands are still gripping the backs of his (surprisingly thick and muscular) thighs. With an inelegant snort you pull away and allow him to descend the ladder with the book in hand he was struggling so hard to reach. When he finally straightens and looks at you, you have to suppress a grin. His biretta is on crooked, perched on wild brown hair as he looks at you with anxious curiosity.
“Cardinal! Sorry, I just got uh. Lost in your eyes.”
The risk you take with being so forward pays off when his freckled cheeks turn red and he fidgets with his gloves.
“The things you say, sorella,” he half-way chastises, eyes distinctly avoided contact with yours. “Eh, how can I help you?”
You had almost forgotten why you approached him in the first place. Gently you reach out and take him by the elbow, guiding him out of the aisle with too many prying eyes and ears and into a more secluded section of the library. He’s more than happy to let you steer him around and idly you wonder what else he would let you do to him.
Focus.
“So,” you say, clapping your hands together, “some of the other siblings and I are putting together a small book club and I wanted to know if you would like to join us.”
A moment passes.
“M-me? Why?”
Well. You know why, the question is whether or not you’re ready to tell him yet.
“Because you’re so well-read! You’re easily the smartest member of the upper clergy and I—I mean we—thought your presence would be inspirational. That you would make such marvelous contributions to our discussions.”
You didn’t know it was possible but his face turns even redder at your kind words.
“I know it’s unconventional,” you blurt out, already anticipating his rejection, “with you being so important in the Ministry but we would appreciate it. I would appreciate it.”
The look in his eyes he regards you with can only be described as mild infatuation and it thrills you.
“Okie dokie. I’ll uh, join your club. What are we reading? When does it meet?”
Grinning wildly, you take the pre-prepared sheet of paper out of your habit pocket and hand it to him. He nods as he reads and then folds it up and puts it in his own pocket.
“Just the first chapter,” you repeat, “can’t wait to see you Cardinal!”
With a familiar squeeze to his bicep you walk past him and exit the library, feeling those peculiar eyes follow your stride.
He doesn’t need to know that you’re really the only other member of this book club, right?
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How To Make a Latte- Part 3
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Step 3: Start the Espresso Shot
Chapter Summary: To your surprise, Joel comes back to the cafe. Is there...something more between you two?
Pairing: Joel Miller x Female!Reader
Words: 1149
Chapter Warnings: cursing, nerves, flirting
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Step 3: Start the Espresso Shot- Now that your milk has started, it’s time to start the espresso shot! Make sure the water pressure is right and the shot is tamped down correctly, and start that shot.
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When Sarah came in on Thursday, you couldn’t stop your heart as it leaped. If she was in, her father would come to get her later.
Fuck.
Pushing down the immediate hope, you smiled and greeted her. “How’s school going?” you asked.
“Good, easy,” she responded, watching as you made her drink for the afternoon. “No school tomorrow, a teacher planning day.”
“Oooh, a three-day weekend then! Those are fun.”
She shrugged. “Eh. I’ll be alone, Dad is working. I’ll just do my homework and maybe bake.”
“Baking is always fun,” you commented. “I should do it more often.”
Sarah paused, taking the drink you slid her way. “You should. I have a delicious chocolate cookie recipe, it’s my dad’s favorite.”
You froze momentarily at the mention of her father, rinsing the steaming pitcher. “Well, he’s lucky to have you.”
“He is, I just…ah never mind. I should probably get ready.”
“I’ll be there,” you joked, smiling as she went.
Sarah moved to her normal table, sipping the drink as she pulled out her notebooks.
Shaking yourself out of the thoughts of Sarah and Joel, you focused back on work, needing to focus. After your recent awful date, you shouldn't rush into anything head first. Even if you wanted to.
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Joel glanced at the clock, pulling into the parking lot for the coffee shop. He was early again, and he was entirely unsure if it was because work had gone smoothly or because he…couldn’t get Y/N out of his head.
The pure relief as he stepped in on Tuesday, her kindness to Sarah, her smile, all of it had stuck in his head, rolling around Wednesday and Thursday. This stranger, this woman that his daughter clearly enjoyed being around, was stuck in his head and he didn’t know what to think about it. Hell, even with Sarah’s mother (before things had turned south) it hadn't started like this.
Shaking himself out of his head, Joel turned off the truck and stepped out, moving into the shop. Y/N was behind the bar and looked up, and as she smiled at the sight of him Joel couldn’t help but wonder if that smile was for every customer.
“Back again?” she asked him.
“The coffee was good,” he responded, unable to help himself as he gave her a half smile back. “Is it bad I wanted more?”
“Not at all,” she laughed. “Same as last time?”
“How about an Americano tonight?” he responded. “Half-caf if possible.”
“More than.” She rang him up, Joel gladly handing over payment this time. As she slid to the espresso bar, his eyes followed her smooth movements. She clearly knew her way around an espresso machine, the steps she took looking easy, as if by muscle memory.
“How long have you been making coffee?” he asked.
Y/N smiled, glancing up at him. “Oh, years. I started making it at home before I graduated high school, and eventually landed here when I needed a job. I just hit…what….four years?”
“Damn,” Joel muttered, shocked. “So you know what you're doing?”
“I hope so,” she teased slightly, glancing at him. “Sarah’s mentioned that you do construction work, how long have you been doing that?”
He glanced over at his daughter, who was so focused on her work and tutor that she hadn't seen him. “She’s mentioned that?”
Looking back to Y/N, she shrugged. “She’s clearly proud of you.”
He tried not to blush, turning the focus back to work. “I’ve been in construction for years. Longer than I could count really.”
“Good with your hands then,” she commented, glancing at him as she put the finishing touches on the drink.
“Could say the same about you,” he stated.
Where had that come from?! Was that a flirt? Had she flirted with him? And had he…flirted back?
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“Could say the same about you,” he stated.
Oh god, don't blush, don't blush.
Popping the lid on, you slid the drink to him, fighting the urge to wink. “We have to be. Good with our hands, quick on our feet.”
“Definitely,” Joel agreed, taking the Americano. He took a sip, pausing before looking at you again. “This is delicious.”
“I’m glad you like it,” you responded, smiling. “Our espresso beans right now are the Red Bay Espresso beans. They’re delicious, single origin, and they’re from Brazil actually. It’s fascinating, they-” You paused and blushed, realizing you were about to start on a coffee rant. “I am so sorry, I can get excited.” Glancing at him, you said, “I’ll stop while I’m ahead.”
He shook his head. “You…you don’t need to apologize. You’re passionate about it, that’s something to be proud of, not…not ashamed.”
Your heart skipped a beat at his words. It had been a long time, a very long time, since anyone but a coworker had supported your passion for coffee. “...thank you,” you whispered.
He gave you another half smile, nodding. “You’re welcome.”
“Well if you get to know how passionate I am about coffee, I want to know what you’re passionate about.”
Joel chuckled, his smile growing and softening at the same time as his gaze turned once again to Sarah. “If I say my daughter, is that a cop-out?”
You laughed, shaking your head. “No, I don’t think so. If anything, that makes you a better father.”
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Joel paused at her words, his mind stumbling over what she had said.
Y/N was one of the first people in a long time, and one of the very first strangers he was sure, so support him in loving and caring for Sarah. He had met a lot of people who said that caring for a child was important yes, but the parent still was a person and deserved to be separate and an adult.
But Joel…didn’t want that. He had struggled as a child, taken care of himself. And then Sarah’s mother hadn't cared, and left to further prove that point. Sarah deserved love and attention and all Joel could give her, and…it seemed like Y/N understood that, already.
“Thank you,” he muttered, unable to look away from Y/N.
Where had she come from, and…why had it taken so long for him to meet her?
Joel swore she blushed, her smile soft and almost shy. “You’re welcome. And, ah, looks like Sarah is done.”
Joel turned and met his daughter’s eyes, the girl smiling at the sight of him and the coffee cup in his hand. He was happy to see her excited, but part of him wished she had stayed focused on her work a little longer.
Did he…want to be around Y/N more?
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good-beanswrites · 9 days
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An 0309 drabble for an anon ask I got a bit ago :) Thank you for being patient, I really enjoyed writing this!! It's actually a little moment I've wanted to write since I started Milgram fic, but never got around to it. (I mention his injured eye, but don't actually describe anything)
“Stop moving around so much.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
“I mean it. You’ll make things worse.”
Mikoto watched as the intensity in Fuuta’s gaze flickered between fire and fear.
He had a doctor’s kit laid out on his lap. Recently, Shidou had his hands full with Mahiru’s treatments and having intense conversations with Haruka, so Mikoto wanted to give him a break. With none of the injuries actually healing as they should, the prisoners were caught in an endless loop of changing bandages and checking for complications.
Shidou was grateful for the help. Many of the others tolerated Fuuta in the same way they spent only the necessary time around Mikoto. They smiled and placated him, acting like he’d gone mad all of the sudden. Whatever was making the others avoid the two of them, it drew the pair together. Mikoto was finding he enjoyed Fuuta’s company. Something about him was rather… charming. 
“Me? You’re the asshole that will make things worse. You’re no doctor! Fuck you.”
Eh, maybe he had gone mad. 
He took comfort, at least, in the knowledge that Fuuta was growing more comfortable with him. He sure had a special way of showing it, but Mikoto didn’t brag about being a people-person for nothing – he picked up on the way Fuuta sought him out during the day, pretending to be involved in his own activities. The way he struck up a conversation, then acted as if it had been Mikoto’s idea to come over and bother him. 
Therefore it was exciting, though not surprising, when Fuuta allowed Mikoto to help treat his injuries. They had only done it a few times, but today brought a whole new challenge. 
“I’m not performing surgery or anything. Shidou said it just needs some basic disinfecting.” He flashed his usual grin. “I have a steady hand – I’m a photographer, you know.”
Aside from Shidou, Fuuta hadn’t allowed a single person to look under his eyepatch. 
He remained unamused by Mikoto’s smile. For better or worse, he could always tell when it was forced. “It’s not like I have any proof of that. You could be awful at it, for all I know.”
“First chance I get, I’ll request a camera and prove it. Want me to take a picture of you first?”
“If you haven’t already messed up my face…” Fuuta’s focus was glued to the hand carefully reaching towards him. 
Mikoto pouted his lips. “Shidou trusted me enough with this. And you must have, because you agreed earlier. So If it’s not about me… You’re not scared, are you?”
There were some things that Fuuta didn’t stop to see through. He sputtered in surprise. “Hell no!” He lifted his chin, finally taking his attention off Mikoto’s hands. He stared defiantly. “I can take it.”
Mikoto felt a bit guilty for resorting to foul play. But not that guilty. “Good. Now hold still...”
He got right to it. One hand held ginger hair out of the way, while the other pinched the corner of the eyepatch. Fuuta’s good eye darted nervously around the room, avoiding the other's close-leaning face. Mikoto peeled it away swiftly, gently
As a horror movie buff, the injury didn’t faze him in the slightest. As someone who’d grown close to Fuuta recently, he felt a wave of anguish at the sight.
Fuuta squirmed. “It’s nasty, isn’t it…”
Mikoto reached down for some supplies. He considered mustering up a smile and saying there was no need to worry so much, but it would have been pointless. Times like these, it was kind of a relief when someone else could see right through him for a change. 
“It looks like it hurts.”
“Tch, I don’t need any pity from you.”
“I was going to say, you hide it well. You’re tougher than the warden gives you credit for.”
His cheeks flushed red. “I – I don’t need any flattery from you either!”
“Don’t need anything from anybody, huh?”
Before he could come up with a retort, he hissed through his teeth in pain.
“Ah, sorry.” Mikoto immediately retracted his hand from where it had been dabbing alcohol onto the injury.
Steeling his expression, he muttered, “it’s fine.”
Mikoto tried again. He made sure to move with even more steadiness, his face drawn up in concentration. He saw Fuuta’s features flinch when he touched him, but he stayed still. The two were silent, now, as Mikoto worked. Leaning his face so close made the short task feel much longer. The reddening in his cheeks didn't subside.
He expected Fuuta to snatch the fresh eyepatch away the moment he unwrapped it – he was shocked that Fuuta let him adjust it into place without a word.
“Alright. You’re all set.” He started packing up the kit.
“Listen, don’t tell the others. About my eye.”
Mikoto squinted. He gestured to the right side of his face. “I hate to break it to you, but the big patch kinda gives you away.”
“You idiot! I just mean, don’t tell them what it looks like.” He pulled his hood down over his hair. “I don’t need everyone trying to steal a look at it like I’m some sort of freakshow.”
“Hey, of course.” Mikoto gave him a smile, the kind they both knew was genuine. “I’ve got you.”
Fuuta nodded. He turned his face away, his fingers lingering over where Mikoto’s had just been. “... And… thanks.”
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'Absolutely Obedient Maid' Collection Event: Elbert
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Victor: I haven’t been seeing El at mealtime recently.
Alfons: Now that you've mentioned it, that’s right. I saw him nibbling on a small piece of bread at a strange time and eating a single leaf of lettuce the other day.
Alfons: But that’s all he ate. He doesn't eat a lot, he’s like a little bird.
Roger: With how little he’s been eating, he might be found dead in his room one day.
Kate: You’re kidding, right? It’s inauspicious to say that someone will die.
Alfons: Yes… El has always had a small appetite, so this is nothing unusual about him.
Alfons: If he keeps this up, it won’t be surprising to find him dead eventually.
Kate: That’s…
(It’s true that Elbert usually eats in very small portions.)
I thought that it was definitely due to the heavy feelings he was carrying.
(... This is worrying me.)
Roger: If you’re so worried about him, why don’t you go take care of the little bird, young lady?
Kate: What!?
Victor: Having Kate take care of Elbert? Hmm…
Victor: That’s a brilliant idea! The “Elbert’s Personal Maid Project”!
Alfons: You’re so awful at naming things, I feel like I’m going to cry.
(This just turned into something very absurd…)
Elbert: You’re my personal maid…?
Kate: Yes… I’ll do my best.
Elbert’s long eyelashes fluttered as he blinked. He was dragged into the garden by Victor.
(His beauty is breathtaking as always… no, that’s not what I’m here for.)
Kate: Please tell me what you’d like to do today, Sir Elbert.
(Although I became a maid on a whim… I was really worried about him.)
(So I’ll do whatever I can to help him.)
...
Kate: I prepared a meal for you. Here, please enjoy your meal.
Elbert: … You brought that all the way out here for me?
On the table set up in the gazebo, there was bread and soup in portions smaller than the usual.
Kate: I thought that a change in scenery would help improve your appetite.
Kate: But it’s alright if you don’t feel like eating.
Elbert: … Even if you went through the trouble of preparing the food for me?
(When someone finds it difficult and painful to eat…)
(Saying things like “please eat” to them can give them an additional burden.)
Even though you did it out of kindness, they’ll still feel guilty about not being able to do as you asked them to.
Kate: All I want is for you to get through today without worrying about too many things.
Kate: And I’ll eat the leftovers if there are any, so you don't have to worry about that.
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Elbert: …
I smiled at Elbert who remained silent for a while.
Elbert: If I see you eating the food and enjoying it… it might give me an appetite.
He muttered under his breath.
Kate: Eh? But there's only enough food for you, Sir Elbert.
Elbert: It’s fine… eat my food. … This is an order from your master.
(...!?)
His command that sounded like a sweet whisper made my heart race.
(I didn't think he would make use of my declaration to be his maid…)
Kate: I- I understand… in that case, please excuse me.
I took a seat on a chair facing him.
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Elbert: …
His ocean blue eyes resembling a pair of jewels were fixed on me, it was hard to not get nervous.
(I need to look like I’m enjoying the food… but that feels impossible.)
(Forget that he’s watching me. Focus on the food…)
I drank a spoon of the soup, careful not to take too much.
Kate: Mm…! It’s delicious.
The soup was so delicious that it felt as if it had relieved all the tension.
(The chef is amazing… I want another taste.)
Kate: … How do you feel? Has your appetite improved?
When I looked up at Elbert, he was staring at the soup in my spoon instead of the one in the bowl in front of him.
Elbert: I want you to feed me.
Kate: Huh…?
Elbert: … Feed me.
(Is this also an order…?)
Kate: Erm… here you go…
Elbert: Mm…
Elbert’s long eyelashes lowered as he put his lips on the spoon.
(I’m feeding Elbert soup…)
It wasn't anything wrong, but I still felt rather uneasy.
I watched him drink up the soup with his beautifully shaped lips, then withdrew the spoon.
Kate: How is it?
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Elbert: … It’s delicious.
Kate: … That’s good.
I heaved a sigh of relief.
(If his appetite has been improved, that means he can finish the rest of the food on his own, right?)
That was what I thought, so I reached out to hand him the spoon…
But for some reason, I suddenly found it difficult to let go of the situation where I needed to serve Elbert as my master.
Kate: … Would you like me to feed you the rest of the food as well?
Those words slipped out of my mouth.
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Elbert: …
I was overcome with embarrassment upon seeing Elbert stunned by my question.
(Why did I say that…!)
Kate: I’m just kidding, please forget I said that.
Elbert: … You say you're kidding, but it looked like you were about to feed me.
Kate: Wha…
Elbert didn’t mean that in a teasing manner, he genuinely thought that way.
My embarrassment increased tenfold and my face grew hot.
Kate: T-That’s not it, I…
Elbert: … I, too, think that I’ll be able to stomach more food if you feed me.
Kate: Huh!?
Elbert: Will you feed me if I order you to?
His words left me stunned.
(It’s good that he’s eating, and on top of that I’m his maid for today.)
(I don't have a reason to refuse his request.)
Kate: … No, you don’t have to order me to.
Kate: I’ll do as you wish, Master.
...
— In the end, Elbert finished all the food that was prepared for him.
(It wasn’t a lot of food, but I didn’t expect him to finish it…)
Kate: So you *can* eat this much.
Elbert: … Honestly, it was quite painful.
Kate: Huh!?
(Oh no, was I torturing him…!?)
Kate: U-Uhm, do you need medicine for your gut…? Ah, we ran out of water. I’ll go get more!
I stood up in a hurry and was about to leave when he suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist.
Kate: S-Sir Elbert…!?
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Elbert: You don't have to.
Elbert: You don’t have to because… can you stay with me a little longer?
He pulled me closer to him and rested his forehead on my abdomen like he was seeking comfort from me. It made my heart hurt.
(If staying by Elbert’s side can help lighten the emotional load in his heart…)
Kate: Alright… I’ll stay here with you.
There was no fooling myself, I was enjoying serving him as a maid, so much that my heart was pounding wildly in my chest—.
I gently stroked his beautiful golden hair with my fingertips.
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Like The Stars Pt. 4
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pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4
Pairing: jaemin x fem!reader
Genre: smut, fluff, sex lessons au, friends to lovers
Word Count: ~8,3k
Includes: high school seniors (everyone is legal of age); canon bisexual mc; side characters donghyuck, renjun, and karina; profanities; obviously, sex lessons; kind of a slow burn?; idiots in love/miscommunication sort of (you decide which one fits better); does this count as semi-public sex? they’re on a balcony; protected sex! ft. thigh riding; my precious little nonsense epilogue
Summary: you’d had a crush on renjun for as long as you could remember, but your lack of experience always stopped you from taking the first step; it’s a good thing you have your trusted friend jaemin to help you out
Author’s note: the day is upon us, i present to you the finale of this short story ! thank you so much to everyone who stuck by and loved it until the end, you’re the best <33 disclaimer: do i hate miscommunication as a trope? yes; could they have resolved things easily and cutely? definitely; did writing it this way take ten years off my life? absolutely; do i have any regrets whatsoever? nope. plz don’t hate me, ehe~ you can shout at me about it tho, if you want! second disclaimer: the movie mentioned in this is included only to serve as a plot device, also the title of the story finally makes sense yayy
When you got to school the next morning, you were early enough to assume that none of your friends, or classmates for that matter, would be there. Yet as you made your way past the window that gave free peeks into your classroom to anyone passing by, you noticed a familiar figure already inside.
“Jaem!” you beamed as soon as you entered the classroom, rushing over to cling onto his arm.
“Morning, princess,” he greeted you, ruffling your hair gently and very possibly ruining the hairstyle you had carefully worked on. You swatted his hand away playfully and glared at him. “You seem way too excited for such an early hour, what’s going on? By the way, how are you feeling, still good?”
“Better than ever,” you chuckled, pulling away to look at him with a grin. “My parents are away for the weekend, do you maybe wanna come over and keep me company for a while?”
The boy raised his eyebrows, a sound between a scoff and a chuckle leaving his lips.
“Since when do you invite me over for sleepovers and not Karina?” he asked, as if doubtful. “Or why not ask Renjun instead?” he teased after a second. “You know, I'm pretty sure he'd be happy to come, and you could spend some quality time together.”
If you hadn't spent so much time with him and his smirks for the past couple of months, you would have bought that the one on his lips right now was nothing more than teasing. But you had learned to notice the small twitch giving out that he was faking it. You couldn't help but question it in your mind, the implication that little forced smirk held, yet decided to not mention it. Instead, you rolled your eyes at him and poked his chest.
“I'm inviting you, Nana, not them,” you shook your head a little. “Of course, if you say no I’ll have no choice but to ask someone else, but I just wanted to spend time with you, y’know.”
His eyebrows shot up and he chuckled slightly, crossing his arms. And you were almost sure that whatever he was preparing to say, he would be faking that too. 
“Princess, don't get me wrong, but don’t you think that it’s maybe time to focus on Renjun now?” he questioned and your smile fell a little. He wasn't wrong, really, but you couldn't push yourself to say that Renjun wasn’t the one you wanted anymore. Not yet, not first thing this early in the morning and not in the middle of a random classroom. 
“Well, I… I know you said we’ve covered everything but… I thought that I might need a little bit more time to get used to it…” The excuse sounded dumb even to you, so you decided to use part of the truth instead. “I enjoy spending time with you, Nana. Not just when you’re teaching me about sex, I like the cuddles and the jokes and your presence around me,” you sighed and something in his posture shifted. “I know we didn't spend that much time together before but that doesn't mean we have to stop after we’ve,” you couldn't help but pause for a second to recollect your thoughts, “finished with the lessons”.
“I didn't mean it in that way, Y/N,” he said quietly, cupping your cheek gently. “I've had so much fun with you, I'd actually hate it if we stopped hanging out,” he added as a little smile curved his lips and that made you feel a bit better again. 
“We don't have to have sex tonight, or ever again, if you don't want to,” you assured him, although the thought still stung a little - you didn’t want all of it to end. “Just come over, we can watch a movie or something like that.”
“Count me in on that,” Jaemin nodded and ruffled your hair again, grinning happily and bringing back the smile on your own face. 
“In on what?” a voice suddenly joined in and you turned to see Donghyuck had just walked into the classroom. “Are you planning a party without me? I will end you both if you are. Unless it's a surprise party for me.”
“Not really a party, Hyuck,” you laughed and shook your head. “Just Jaem and me, cause I'll be home alone for a few days.”
“Ew, please keep me uninvited then,” Hyuck scrunched his nose in disgust. “The idea that you two are fuck buddies is making me question this friend group so much.”
“Bold words for someone who spent the last three years trying to get in Karina’s bed,” Jaemin retorted, laughing at the way Hyuck's face fired up.
~
The knock on your door came a few minutes earlier than the hour you two had agreed on, yet you still rushed to open the front door. 
“God, we haven't seen each other in ages!” Jaemin teased as he entered, fully aware of how excited you were and apparently that thought amused him. 
“Shut up, loser, I'm just being polite enough to not leave you hanging at the door,” you rolled your eyes.
“Of course you are, princess,” he smiled as he leaned over to peck your forehead surprisingly. It was such a domestic little gesture that it caught you off guard. He seemed to be just as startled with his own action as you were as he cleared his throat awkwardly after pulling away again. “So, what's the plan for tonight?” 
You shook away your surprise and smiled at him again as you led him further inside and let him set his stuff down in the living room.
“So, we are going to watch my favorite movie tonight and you cannot say no,” you said, nodding your head in the direction of the TV where the movie was already loaded. “I have also ordered us pizza,” you added and he glanced at the table where the two boxes were waiting for you.
Jaemin didn’t really even try to disagree with that plan and so the two of you settled on the couch, your legs thrown over his lap, and you played the movie. The opening scene of Stardust started playing and you couldn't help but smile as you watched the main character's father running away from the village he lived in to visit the magical market.
The movie went on and as much as you tried to focus on it, you started wondering if Jaeming was enjoying it. You couldn't help but glance at him every so often, just to check for any reaction. 
“Y/N, the last time I checked, the movie wasn't playing on my cheek,” he chuckled and you looked away from him immediately, embarrassed. 
“I’m just not sure whether you're enjoying it,” you pouted. Jaemin shook his head slightly in your peripheral vision.
Instead of replying, he pulled you closer to himself and made you lean your head on his shoulder. 
“There, you can't look at me now,” he said. “Watch the movie, not me.” 
A sigh left your lips but you obliged, focusing on the two main characters. One of your favorite scenes was coming soon and you smiled to yourself. The main characters were going to get caught by pirates and that meant that they would soon be realizing that they’re in love. A smile curved your lips again and you signed quietly. You felt Jaemin shift a little next to you, as if to adjust himself so you could cuddle more comfortably.
The film went on and soon you ended up tucked into his side, one of your arms wrapped around his abdomen and one of his hands playing with your hair. With your eyes on the screen and the lack of ability to check every three seconds whether he was enjoying it, the movie went by pretty quickly and before you knew it, the ending credits were playing. Reluctantly, you pulled away from Jaemin and looked at him again, waiting for his commentary as anxious tension filled you up. 
“I can see why you like the movie,” he said pensively. You blinked, unsure how to take that until he turned to you and smiled. “It’s a really beautiful story. And also, there were witches and pirates. So, you know, obviously, I love it.” You felt relief wash over you at the confirmation. 
“Glad to hear that!” you smiled. “I mean, not that you had to like it, but it’s good that you did.” 
He laughed at your comment. So to stop yourself from rambling, you refocused on cleaning up the empty plates from the table and taking them to the kitchen. When you returned to the living room, you found Jaemin looking through the window. 
“The stars are visible tonight,” he said as he turned to you and smiled. “The movie made me think about that. I’ve never actually paid them much attention,” he added. “Do you think they might be actual people living their life up there?”
“Oh, I love watching the stars!” you exclaimed excitedly. The stars had been one of your first friends, unchanged no matter where your parents took you, and always there. You had grown up looking at them whenever you felt lonely and so they held a special spot in your heart. “And, well, I haven’t had the chance to meet a fallen star myself so I don’t know what they are really,” you chuckled. “We can take some blankets to the balcony and I can show you some things though,” you offered, hopeful eyes looking at Jaemin.
He raised his eyebrows slightly as if surprised by your enthusiasm, but as he slowly approached you, a smile curved his lip.
“I’d love that, yes,” he said, ruffling your hair affectionately. You didn’t need much more of a confirmation to rush over to your room and pull out your favorite blanket. 
In no time, you two had set up a comfortable place to lay on your balcony, surrounded by a nest of fluffy blankets and a few pillows, and you were on your backs, looking at the sky. The visibility wasn’t ideal, of course, yet small sparkling dots were noticeable here and there. 
“That over there is Cassiopeia,” you pointed excitedly and Jaemin followed the direction of your finger, trying to spot the constellation. “You see? It’s those five stars that look a bit like a stretched out and messy W?” He hummed in confirmation and you could see him smile in the dim light of your bedroom over your heads as he recognized the constellation.
“Show me something else?” he asked. You could see the stars in his eyes, reflecting the ones in the sky and his excitement made warmth bubble up in your chest. You had been scared he'd find your affection for the stars dumb or ridiculous, yet here he was next to you, looking at you like you were showing him the secrets of the universe. 
Forcing yourself to look away from him before you could dwell on the growing feeling inside you, you tried to find something else that would be easy to spot. The city lights limited the options even though your family's house was kind of on the outskirts, yet your eyes did see a recognizable shape. 
“Well, can you see the five stars, like, kinda to the left above Cassiopeia, that look like a tilted kid’s drawing of a house? That’s Cepheus, Cassiopeia’s husband. They actually come from Greek mythology. They tried to sacrifice their daughter Andromeda to a sea monster because her mom thought that it’d be a great idea to boast that she’s more beautiful than the sea nymphs. It’s okay though, cause Perseus saved her and then made her his queen,” you explained. You moved your eyes again to look at him and found him already turned to you. 
“That’s kinda dark,” he grimaced, but then a smile curved his lips and he added, “but they're beautiful". You knew he was talking about the night sky and its little gems. Yet a part of you felt like the compliment was for you more than for them. 
Gently he reached over to take your hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss against the back of it. The action left you flustered, warmth once again filling you up and you couldn't bring yourself to suppress your feelings anymore as much as you wanted to.
“Jaemin…” you started, unsure what you were going to say exactly. He looked at you expectantly, a soft smile on his lips.
You couldn't make words process in your brain. The shift in your own feelings was still too overwhelming to talk about. Jaemin was one of your closest friends, and even if your sex lessons hadn’t managed to ruin your friendship, who was to say that your feelings wouldn’t. And even though you had decided to tell him, a part of you was terrified by it. In the end, you just shook your head slightly and looked up at the night sky again. 
“Look, you see that very very bright star over there?” you pointed. “That's Vega. It's the brightest star currently visible, as Sirius is below the horizon right now.”
When a response didn't come for a while, you looked at him again. He was still looking at you, some sort of inner conflict visible on his face. Suddenly, he rolled over on the blanket and before you even realized what he was doing, his body was on top of yours, his arms on both sides of your head. 
“God, you are gonna drive me crazy,” he whispered softly. 
You couldn't help but look at him wide-eyed. Never before had he done something like this, even with all of the times you had had your lessons. Yes, he had never been shy to show he finds you attractive and enjoys what you two were doing… but this was different, this felt like it was coming from something deeper than just sexual tension. Your heart skipped a beat, the feeling of hope blooming in your chest again.
“You're just sitting here, talking about some big balls of hot gas billions of kilometers away from us with this sweet smile as if they are the most amazing thing in the whole world,” he went on, shaking his head slightly. “And all I can think about is how beautiful you look in their light and how much I want to pull you on top of me and make you feel so good that you'd look at me the same way.”
A gasp escaped you and you opened your mouth to say something back, to tell him that whenever you looked at him, it felt like looking at a star, that as beautiful the stars were, they couldn't compare to the way his light and warmth made you feel. But he didn't let you speak, instead leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. Thoughts left your mind as you kissed back, reaching up with one hand to bury it in his hair, tugging slightly on it. Neither of you really took control, neither deepened the kiss, instead, it was filled with unspoken feelings.
“Jaem?” you asked quietly once he pulled away. You didn't dare voice out the hope that all of this had ignited in you, scared that you'd find out that you had imagined everything. 
“Tell me no, Y/N,” he responded, the corner of his mouth curving upside. “Please tell me no, tell me that I can’t have you right here and now, on your balcony. Because there's only this much I can handle.” 
You were trying to figure out what he meant. You had invited him over, you'd even hinted that you could “use some more practice”, you had technically left the decision to him. But then again, true to his word, never before had he been the first one to go for it, he had always waited for you to ask or make the first step. Until now. Now, he was already on top of you, and if you said yes, you knew it would not be because of the lessons. 
“What makes you think I don't want that? Sex with you under the stars sounds amazing honestly,” you said softly instead. His eyebrows shot up for a second, yet he didn't say anything. 
Instead, his lips crashed against yours once again, this time much more desperately, as if he was trying to take all of you at once. He pulled away again, only to drag his lips down your neck, biting down at the base of it. Your hand was still buried in his hair so you tugged on it harder, whimpering out and leaning your head to the side. 
“You can… leave hickeys if you want…” you mumbled, closing your eyes. “I’d like that.”
Jaemin started sucking on your skin harder, nibbling every now and then. You were lost in the feeling, his kisses felt like a blessing you had no idea whether you deserved. Your eyes opened up again only when you felt him pull away. You found him looking down at your neck as if contemplating his work. You didn't dare imagine what you looked like, because the idea of your neck covered in marks by him only fueled your arousal. 
“You are so beautiful, have I told you that before?” he asked and you chuckled, rolling your eyes a little. 
“Just now, I think,” you retorted. “And a few other times before that.” Yet you couldn’t deny the way your heart soared at his compliments. 
“I’m gonna keep saying it,” he smiled before lifting himself up and off of you. Before you could even question it, he pulled his shirt off and threw it to the side. “Help me out a little, there’s too many clothes on you at the moment.” 
Your top was the first one to go as soon as you sat up, Jaemin’s impatient fingers taking it off almost right away. Frantic hands traveling up and down his body, you were kissing him again, his hands around your waist and pressing you impossibly close to his body. 
You only pulled away to take a breath, meeting his eyes. There was a question in your eyes but he either didn’t see it or decided to ignore it. Instead, he pushed a strand of hair away from your face and pecked your lips.
“Are you sure that this is okay?” he asked reluctantly.
“Jaemin, I could not be more sure about it,” you replied, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. “It’s not just okay, you know? I want it. I want you.” 
His eyes widened a little at your words and he bit his lips. Did he understand what you meant? There was conflict on his face for a moment. Was he thinking about how to reject you? Or would he maybe, just maybe, reciprocate your feelings?
“If only you really did,” he muttered with a sigh, so quietly you barely heard it. 
But you did. And you froze. And what had been a tiny sense of hope before was now so clearly obvious you didn’t understand how you only realized it now. Your heart started thumping loudly in your chest. 
“No, I mean it,” you said quickly, but his eyes refused to meet yours. “Jaem, listen to me, I’m serious.” 
“I know, princess,” he finally looked at you again with a forced smile. “Ignore that, okay? Where were we?”
You tried to speak up again, but he didn’t give you a chance, kissing you again to stop you from speaking. Your resolve started to crumble. You could talk about it after, you told yourself. So you moved your hands down his body, reaching into his untied sweatpants to stroke him. You were not surprised to find him already hard, but it did make you smile in the kiss.
Jaemin groaned quietly at your touch and quickly helped you out of your shorts, then your underwear followed them. And suddenly you found yourself on Jaemin’s thigh, your bare pussy rubbing against the fabric of his sweatpants, and it made you let out a whimper. He chuckled quietly, leaning back on one of his arms, the other wrapping around your waist to support you.
“You said you want me, no?” he asked teasingly and you nodded quickly. “Come on then, show me how much.”
You didn’t need convincing, not with his commanding tone that sent shivers down your spine. You started rolling your hips, at first slowly, but the friction clouded your mind and holding back seemed impossible. Your head fell on his shoulder as moans escaped your mouth, and you were sure the way your nails were digging in his chest would leave marks. The fabric under you was sticky but you couldn’t bring yourself to care and he didn’t seem to mind either. 
“Such a good girl,” he hummed next to your ear and you shivered slightly. “Look at me, princess,” he asked and you forced yourself to lift your head. 
A finger tapped against your lips. It took you less than a moment of hesitation to open your mouth. Smirking a little to himself, Jaemin pushed two of his fingers in and you wrapped your lips around them, sucking gently and bringing your tongue around them. 
Maybe he didn’t expect you’d actually do it, or maybe he was surprised at how easily you obliged, but his jaw fell open with a soft smitten expression. 
“You never fail to amaze me,” he chuckled as he pulled his fingers out and you shrugged slightly with a small smile. 
“I do know a thing or two, y’know,” you said, yet as you’d stopped moving, the heat between your legs painfully reminded you of itself. “Jaem, please, can you fuck me already?” you pleased softly. 
“Your wish is my command,” he smiled, yet his smile dropped a little the next moment. “I don’t have lube in me though, it’s in my bag inside…” 
“It’s fine, I’ll be fine,” you reassured him. You could feel how wet you were already and you didn’t have the patience to wait. 
He hesitated for another long moment, before making you lift yourself so he could take off his sweatpants and underwear. He did pull a condom packet out of his pocket though before ditching the clothing items to the side. 
His fingers reached between your legs, two of his fingers teasing at your entrance for a second before he pushed them inside with ease. A hint of surprise passed on his face but he didn’t ponder on it, instead focused on spreading you out as much as he could before either of you lost your patience.
Then he put on the condom and flipped you two around so you could lay on your back as he finally pushed himself inside you carefully. You were genuinely amazed at his self-control to go slow on you. 
“You feel so good around me, princess,” he mumbled, pecking your lips. 
“And you feel good inside me,” you offered in return, smiling softly through tears pricking at your eyes. 
You could admit that it wasn’t as easy to get used to this time. He seemed to notice it too so he stroked your cheek gently, murmuring little praises to distract you as he waited for you to adjust.
When you finally felt comfortable enough, he started moving slowly. You expected him to speed up gradually like he did last time. But instead the rolls of his hips were slow and deep. His body was pressed flush against yours at almost all times and the heat was making your head spin in pleasure. 
You knew this wasn’t about physical pleasure only anymore. Not for you, and not for him either. It was so much more in many ways. 
You were close and he was too, you could feel it. So you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down in a kiss, as sweet and intimate as the way your bodies were moving together. When you finally slipped over the edge, your moan was swallowed in the kiss. He thrust inside you a few more times, reaching his own high not long after. 
For a short moment, you were in a daze as Jaemin slipped out of you and discarded the condom, then helped you put on your underwear and his own, taking a spare blanket and wrapping it around both of you as he pulled you in his arms. 
The warmth of his body next to yours, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he held you close. It felt like home. How had you been so blind all this time… 
“You’re amazing, you know that, right?” he whispered and you looked up to his face. He had never seemed so open and genuine before. 
Or maybe he had always been and you’d just never noticed. Whichever it was, your heart skipped a beat. Your eyes returned to the sky above you as you smiled. 
“There’s something special about this,” you started gently, hoping he’d understand you this time, “about this moment, about the stars tonight. And that something is you, Jaem.” 
He didn’t reply. But his lips pressed against your forehead softly, almost the ghost of a kiss. You waited for a few loud heartbeats more for him to speak up. And then you reached the conclusion that he wouldn’t. 
Stealing a glance, you found him looking at the stars with sadness in his eyes. And you realized he didn’t understand. 
“Nana, I need to talk to you,” you sighed, lifting yourself on one arm to look at him better. “About the deal and-”
“Let’s talk about it tomorrow,” he looked at you, smiling. A pained smile. And you could guess what he was thinking. 
“No, please, I need you to listen to me,” you almost pleaded but he shook his head and pulled you gently back in his arms. 
“Tomorrow, I promise,” he mumbled and pecked your lips. “For now, let’s get some rest, okay?” 
And you had a bad feeling about it. You knew that you shouldn’t postpone the conversation anymore. But sleep was already catching up to you, and he was warm and comfortable, and you felt safe in his arms…
And you were drifting away before you even knew it.
~
You woke up in your bed the next morning. Jaemin’s hand was wrapped around your waist loosely, breathing light and you guessed he was still asleep. He must have brought you in after you’d fallen asleep. You smiled to yourself, stroking his hair softly and he hummed in his sleep, nuzzling into the pillow. You held back a chuckle so as to not wake him up and carefully slipped out of the bed. 
You were still only in your underwear so you looked around to find something to wear and your eyes fell on his tshirt. You considered it for a moment and then slipped it on, heading downstairs. 
Bare feet tapping on the floor, you made your way to the kitchen and turned on the coffee machine. A side effect of all the time spent with Jaemin was that you knew how to prepare coffee the way he liked it so you decided to prepare it before he woke up. And you also started working on one for yourself. 
Just as the coffee smell filled the air, another person walked into the kitchen and you looked up at Jaemin, smiling. He’d put on some clothes. He took a moment just looking at you, probably taking in the sight of you in his shirt. 
“Morning, sleepy head,” you greeted, nodding towards the coffee machine. “You’re right on time, it’s almost ready.” 
Chuckling, he made his way over to you. 
“This is literally the hottest thing you’ve ever done, I could literally kiss you right now,” he said and you grinned. 
“I don’t see anything stopping you.” 
He took the invitation, leaning closer, his arms holding onto the counter on both sides of your body, trapping you in as he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. 
When he pulled away, his eyes were ever so soft and you reached up to ruffle his hair, before turning around to turn off the machine and pour the coffee into two cups, then turning back to him and handing him his. He took a sip and signed happily. 
“This is what heaven must be like and you’re a literal angel,” he joked, eyes twinkling with happiness.
“Well I’m amazing, you know, or so I was been told last night at least,” you teased. 
You regretted it the second that his smile fell and he pulled away from you. You opened your mouth to ask what was wrong, but words caught in your throat as he walked to the other side of the kitchen and leaned back on the opposite counter, focusing on the cup in his hand with a guarded expression on his face.
“Nana, what’s wrong?” you finally voiced out. He didn’t reply, taking slow sips of his coffee. “Come on, tell me,” you pushed, “did I do something wrong or-”
“I think it’s time we drop the deal,” he said suddenly. You flinched. “You wanted to talk so let’s talk. There’s nothing else that you need to learn from me and I can’t keep doing this anymore.”
“Why?” you asked quietly. But you knew why - it was the same reason why you had considered calling it off yourself. 
“What do you mean why?” he scoffed, forcing himself to laugh. “We’re done with the course, it’s time that we stop… it’s time that you stop doing with me things you should be doing with the person you’re in love with.” 
You swallowed heavily and put your cup down on the counter walking over to him. Was it not obvious already? It had been obvious about Renjun, so why wasn’t he seeing it now? 
“But why should I stop, Jaem?” you asked and reached over to take his hand but he pulled it away. A sting of pain flashed through you. “You promised that you’d listen, you haven’t even heard yet what I want to say.”
“I don’t think I need to hear it,” he chuckled and you flinched. “I’ve made up my mind. It was fun while it lasted but it’s time it ends.” 
And to emphasize his words, he downed his coffee and walked over to the other room. His bag was already ready and you realized he had already decided to leave even before this conversation. You rushed after him but he was already at the door, putting on his shoes. 
“Will you just let me speak?” you asked, frustration evident in your voice. “Jaemin, I’m not gonna force you to keep giving me sex lessons, this is something completely different!” 
“It is,” he agreed as if you were on the same page. “The lessons have gone too far. Everything that happened last night proved it.” 
“So what, you’re afraid I’ll find out that you’re in love with me so you’ll run away before I can tell you my side?” Your frustration took the best of you. You hadn’t intended to say that. You should have just told him you loved him instead. But th words had already left your mouth and you couldn’t take them back now. 
His eyes widened in surprise for a second, then a sad smile curved his lips again. 
“Smart girl,” he praised, but it felt like a slap instead. “Give me some time, okay? A day or something, I can’t do this right now.” 
He hesitated for a second, then leaned down to peck your lips. And then he was out the door. 
You wanted to go after him, but you were stuck. He hadn’t even let you confess but you felt like he’d already rejected you. Tears pricked at your eyes and by the time you managed to make yourself open the door, he was gone. 
You’d texted him over 50 times already. You’d called almost as much. He was not responding in any way. 
You went to his house but his mother told you he hadn’t come back - she thought he was still with you. You dismissed her concern when she asked about your puffy eyes. 
You went to his favorite coffee shop but he wasn’t there. You went to the school campus even though it was Saturday and you knew he wouldn’t be there. You went to every other place you could think of. 
If he was avoiding you, you decided that you needed help finding him. You pulled out your phone, vaguely hopeful that he might have replied to your texts. He hadn’t. So you called Hyuck. Frustratingly enough, he also didn’t pick up. But you were desperate so you kept trying.
“For Christ’s sake, this better be an emergency,” he picked up finally, annoyance clear as day in his tone. In the background, you heard Karina’s concerned voice ask what was going on.
“Donghyuck, I’m sorry, it’s important,” you started, almost tripping over your words at the speed they were coming out of your mouth. “Jaemin has not been answering my texts, he’s not picking up my calls and I looked everywhere I could think of but I have no idea where he is and I need to talk to him.” 
There was a short silence. 
“The dumbass outed himself and he’s now scared of your reaction, isn’t he?” It could have been a lucky guess. But you knew better. 
“You knew about it?” you asked, a hint of betrayal in your voice. 
“Of course I did,” Hyuck sighed. “He’s been in love with you for a year and he’s almost as obvious about it as you.” You froze. 
“And you didn’t think to tell me about it from the beginning?” you nearly shouted at him. 
“Because it was not my business to meddle in his love life if he had decided to go through with this!” the boy defended himself. In the background, Karina seemed to have more questions now. He shushed her softly, before speaking up again. “Plus, first of all, I knew you’d come around and fall in love with him too, sooner or later! And I did warn you and try to hint it to you, okay? Do you think I did it because I enjoy watching one of my best friends suffer because of this dumb deal of yours? Just because he didn’t show it in front of you, doesn’t mean it was ever really okay. And I love you both, but I am tired of being your relationship therapist, okay? I don’t know where he is, but you’ll have to figure this out yourself.” 
The line was silent for a while.  A sense of guilt was choking you up. You’d barely gasped out an apology when the line went dead. You looked at the phone screen and Jaemin’s smile on the wallpaper made tears well in your eyes again. There had been a part of you in denial about the way you’d been hurting him but Hyuck’s words had forced you to realize it. For a year. You’d assumed he had fallen for you the same way you had. But you had been so wrong. 
As you scrolled through your contacts, you couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of what you were about to do. 
“Y/N?” Renjun asked with a hint of confusion. You’d always called him so rarely. “What’s up?” 
“Hey, uh…” you hesitated. “Do you happen to know where Jaemin is?” 
“Jaemin? No, I haven’t spoken to him today,” he replied, but his tone shifted to concern immediately. “Is everything alright? You don’t sound too good.” 
“Yeah, I’m…” you started, but what was the use in lying? “I did something really dumb and I need to talk to him but he’s avoiding me and I don’t know where to find him but I need to tell him that…” you took a short breath. You were still scared of the words. But if you could say it in front of Renjun, you could say it to Jaemin too. “That I love him.” 
“You need to tell him that?” Renjun asked, confused. “Doesn’t he know it already? I thought you two were dating and just didn’t want to tell us yet.” 
You couldn’t help but laugh. The whole situation was ridiculous. Of course, Jaemin wouldn’t tell him what was going on, not when he knew how important it was to you. But Renjun wasn’t dumb, of course he would see through the two of you. And from the pieces he had, of course he’d reach the most reasonable conclusion. 
“It’s… a bit more complicated than that,” you said. “And that’s exactly why I need to clear things with him. Please, I just need to find out where he is, can you help me?” 
“I’ll do my best,” he replied. You thanked him about four times before he finally convinced you that he’d need to hang up so he can call Jaemin. 
You waited anxiously to hear back from him. When you finally did, it was in the form of a text. ‘He’s at the city park near your place, but he might be heading home soon’.
The park. You hadn’t thought of the park. How could you not have thought of the park? 
Typing back a quick ‘thank you’, you immediately rushed out of your house. The walk was a daze, your mind only cleared once you saw a familiar cotton candy stall. And on a bench next to it was Jaemin. Taking a deep breath, you almost ran over. 
He looked up and flinched back in surprise as soon as he realized it was you in front of him. His lips formed a small o as he glanced down at his phone and realization hit him. He scoffed quietly and then looked up at you again.
“You look like a mess,” were his first words to you.
“Why would you agree to the stupid deal if you already had feelings for me, you idiot?” was your reply, equal parts desperation and relief washing over you. 
He sighed and nodded to the free spot next to him. You sat down, relieved that at least he didn’t try to run away again. 
“Donghyuck can’t keep his mouth shut, can he?” he chuckled, turning to look at you.
“No, Donghyuck kept it shut for too long,” you scowled. “But that doesn’t answer my question.”
“I did it because I was in love with you,” came his response. “I’d been in love with you for so long and you never even noticed. And you liked Renjun, so I didn’t say anything. But then you came to me, you wanted me. I knew it wasn’t the same, I knew your end goal was Renjun. But you were asking me for help, how can I say no when you need my help? So I said yes because I thought it would be fine. Because I was selfish and happy that I’d get a chance to be with you even if it had to be like this. And because I hoped that you might change your mind. But it became so hard to hold back, you know? To tell what was real and what I wanted to be real.” 
You fought back your tears. This wasn’t your place to cry. You had been the one to hurt him. 
“Jaem, I am so sorry that I made you go through that,” you said softly. “If I had known, I would have asked. I never meant to…”
“I know,” he shrugged. “You don’t need to apologize. I knew what I was agreeing to, I just thought I’d handle it better.” 
“No, listen,” you started again. “And I need you to actually listen this time. I never meant to hurt you, but I know that I did. So I do owe you an apology. But that’s not everything that I have to say. Yes, when we agreed on the lessons, I thought I wanted to be with Renjun. But the truth is that I really don’t. You say you hoped I’d change my mind, yet you are so oblivious to the fact that I actually did. The past months have been some of the happiest in my life, you know? I spent them with someone who laughed with me when I was happy, who held me tight when I was lonely. I spent them with a person who would always make me feel safe. A person that would smile at me bright enough to lighten up the worst of days, and look at me as if I am the most precious thing in his world. A person that would stick up little stars on my wall for hours even though nothing of it makes sense to him. Someone who sat through my favorite movie and loved it because it was my favorite movie. Someone that didn’t care about the stars but let me talk about them for an hour just because they made me happy. Someone that apparently cared more about me than about his own happiness.” 
You made a pause to recollect your spiraling thoughts. Jaemin was looking at you, wide eyes and mouth half open in surprise. And you knew the hope in his eyes and the way the corner of his lips was shyly trying to curve into a smile. 
“And yet when I told that someone that it’s him that I want, he thought I was lying. When I told him that he’s special, he refused to listen. And when I tried to tell him that I’m in love with him, he ran away. What I was trying to tell you since yesterday, Jaemin, is that I am in love with you. Have been for a while. It took me too long to realize but I mean it. You were jealous of the stars when there’s no need for you to be. I loved them because they made me feel at home. But you make me feel at home too. Na Jaemin, you make me feel like the stars do.” 
At first, he didn’t say anything. He was still staring at you with a smitten expression, yet the smile was back on his face. That beautiful smile that you loved more than anything else. Carefully, as if still in disbelief, he reached over to take your hand and you didn’t hesitate for a second to intertwine your fingers with his. 
“Like the stars?” He repeated. “Really?” 
“Yes,” you giggled, “like the stars. Like those big balls of hot gas billions of kilometers away.” 
“Oh, that makes it sound awful,” he cringed and you couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry I ever called them that way. Let’s stick with stars”. 
“Okay, we’ll stick with stars,” you agreed. Your body was still buzzing from the emotional chaos it had been through, yet maybe it would all be okay in the end. “As long as you agree to stick with me. And I mean that as in, I want you to be my boyfriend, Nana.” 
He looked down at your intertwined fingers instead of replying. His eyes lit up when he noticed something. 
“You’re wearing the ring?” he asked, thumb rubbing over the piece of metal. 
“Haven’t taken it off since we got them,” you nodded. “It was that date that made me realize that I love you so I didn’t wanna risk losing it. Back then I didn’t know you liked me too so I had to cling onto the memory.” 
“How fitting that I chose to come here then,” he smiled as he lifted your hand to press a kiss on the back of your palm. “I didn’t think you’d agree to the date. I almost wanted to tell you back then, but you didn’t see it as a real date and I figured it wasn’t a good time.” 
“I did see it as a real date,” you admitted. “But you would have saved us all this trouble if you’d told me back then.” 
“And miss that pretty speech of yours?” he raised his eyebrows. “No way, I’d rather run away again so you’d have to come up with an even better one.” 
“Don’t you dare,” you rolled your eyes, yet a grin spread your lips as you squeezed his hand.
“Fine, fine,” he chuckled.
“You still haven’t answered my question,” you pointed out, nibbling your lip a little anxiously.
“What question?” he looked at you and he was either generally confused or pretending really well. You sighed and shook your head. 
“I literally asked if you’d be my boyfriend and you said nothing,” you pouted, reaching down with your free hand to play with his fingers. 
“Oh, that,” he laughed and you glared at him. “I didn’t realize it was a question. I thought it’s pretty clear that I want that.” 
You shook your head and sighed in disappointment - not in his answer, just his approach to the topic. Yet you couldn’t fight the smile spreading your lips once again. You’d made some dumb decisions along the way, yes, and you’d been too oblivious to see. But Jaemin loved you and wanted to be with you. And you loved him. And the sun was shining softly, and Jaemin’s smile was shining too and he was next to you, holding your hand. 
“Like the stars, right?” he asked suddenly and you looked at him confused. He chuckled and leaned down to peck your nose before repeating his words. “Like the stars, you said.” 
“Why are you so stuck on that?” you giggled. 
“Because I saw the way you look at the stars, you know? You say they make you feel at home, but you look like they make you feel so much more than that. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look as happy as you were when talking about them. And you kinda look the same way right now, so if I am the reason…” 
“You really didn’t see it before?” you tilted your head in amusement. “That I am the happiest when I’m with you?” 
“So… like the stars?” 
“Yes, Jaemin. Like the stars.” 
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Epilogue
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You were sitting with your friends in the school cafeteria during lunch break as usual. Taking a sip of your drink, you only now realized that by mistake you had taken a strawberry milk bottle instead of orange juice like you had intended to. A small pout curved your lips as you set the small bottle on the table.
“What's wrong, princess?” Jaemin asked, concerned as he noticed your displeasure. You shook your head slightly. 
“Nothing, I just picked up the wrong drink by mistake, I wanted orange juice,” you answered, sad eyes fixed on the now very obvious mistake. Really, how had you even managed to mix the two up? 
“Oh,” was his reaction at first. Then after a moment, he smiled and swapped your drink with his own - a bottle of orange juice. “Here, have mine.”
“Jaem- you hate strawberry milk,” you argued, trying to switch them back but he stopped you, grabbing your wrist with one hand as his other one pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. 
“It's okay, as long as you’re happy I will be fine,” he smiled, loving eyes looking at you. You pouted even more now, torn between not wanting to let him ‘sacrifice’ himself for you and the warmth in your chest. 
“You guys are disgusting,” Donghyuck crashed the moment with a roll of his eyes. “I swear, ever since you got together, it's like I'm a side character in a cringy rom-com.”
“I think they're cute,” Renjun joined in, hitting Hyuck's arm. “Let them have their honeymoon phase, no one questioned you when you made, like, three different playlists just about how whipped you are for Karina.”
“You did what?” your best friend asked, scoffing. She burst out laughing at the way Hyuck's ears turned red as he tried to deny everything. “Loser,” she rolled her eyes, yet none of you were fooled to miss the loving tone in her voice. “Anyways, speaking of, you two never really told us how you got together. I didn’t even know something was going on between you until I overheard a very strange half of a phone call. Obviously, I want the details,” she said, now turning to you and Jaemin with raised eyebrows. 
“Oh, yes please, give us the details, we’re burning to know,” Hyuck grinned menacingly, clearly glad to not be the topic anymore. 
“Uh…” You looked at Jaemin and found him already looking at you as if letting you tell the story however you want to. You could lie, of course. But you didn't really want to. “It was kind of dumb, like… remember those English lessons? Well, they never happened… actually, I… asked him to teach me how to have, uh, sex…”
“May I, perchance, ask why the hell you would do that?” Karina asked, apparently Donghyuck had really not been whipped enough to break his promise to you. Then realization lit up her eyes and she shook her head slightly. “That’s why you were asking about…”
You were burning with embarrassment just thinking about the whole thing now, but you figured if not the people on this table, who would you even share this with.
“Well, I was scared because I had no experience with boys before this, and I had this crush on, well,” you looked at Renjun awkwardly, realizing he was the only one you hadn’t mentioned your crush to before, “you, and I was just afraid that I'd disappoint you. So I asked him to teach me so that I could feel more confident to confess. But, uh, yeah, things didn’t go according to that plan.” 
“Touching story for the grandkids,” Hyuck said sarcastically, while Karina tried to holding back from laughing, not very successfully whatsoever.
Renjun had not said anything yet and you looked at him, kind of scared of how he'd react. But whatever you had imagined, you hadn't expected his answer. 
“Oh, darling, I do appreciate the effort and I’m glad I could help you two, but,” he started, chuckling a little. “Did the guys not tell you that I'm gay?” 
(Turns out that Jaemin didn't have the heart to tell you, plus he hoped to really win you over, not just have you because your other option was gay. Hyuck simply found it hilarious. You proceed to murder Donghyuck for his crimes against humanity (you). You end up drawing a lot of attention but the immediate death of Lee Donghyuk is more important.) 
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In the Bleak Midspring | Steve Harrington (Part 2)
Summary: Spring break comes and the thought of catching up with your boyfriend in Hawkins may include saving the world and heart break.
Read Part 1 of In the Bleak Midspring here.
Read Part 3 of In the Bleak Midspring here.
May contain ST4 Vol 2 spoiler. Read at you’re own risk. 
You’ve been warned.
a/n: I’ve received so many good feedback and has been asking to write part which a truly intend doing so. anyway, let’s just pretend vol 2 heartbreaks did not happen. okay? :)
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I tried to ignore what just happened and made my way on the RV as if nothing happens and I made sure that I am literally feet away from Steve Harrington.
Max asked me if I was okay and I just tell her that I am going to be okay what we need to do and focus right now is to defeat One and help her survive this. She told me again about how, "boys sucks" and "you didn't need him Y/N you can fight for yourself" and also how sorry she was about the attitude Steve had earlier.
"You don't need to be sorry for him," I said as climbed to the RV with spear in my hand.
"He might be just stressed out but he did raise his voice Y/N that's the thing I find unacceptable. Because who give him the right to shout at you." Max continues to reason out, "But are you gonna break up with him and like move to New York literally?"
"Hey, even we broke up doesn't mean I'll forget you Max and even with those nasty dingus," Max and I laughed, "I'll still get to visit you here or I can fly you out to New York."
"We didn't break up Max just to be clear." Steve interrupted and as he tries to look for something.
I backed away as soon as he entered the RV and made my way to the end and tried to settle myself.
"Harrington, what the hell are you looking for?" Eddie said as he pushed Steve on the side to make his way to where am I seated.
"Probably keys?" Dustin joked, "Or he'll say sorry to Y/N."
"Really Henderson?" "For real Dustin?" Steve and I said in unison.
"Damn Eddie, look at that still their brains still work the same. Though I can say Y/N is still far better than Steve." Dustin added as he force his way on the window side making me like a spread over a sandwich with Eddie on my left.
Steve just glared at him like a mom telling her son to shut up. "Okay, that was just a joke Steve to relieve the tension over your lovers quarrel, isn't that right Y/N?"
I just rolled my eyes and Steve stood still as his gaze never left mine.
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We dropped Max and the Sinclair's at the Creel's house.
I followed Max as she exited the RV. I removed her headphones, "Be careful and don't let him take over your memory. Whatever happened happens. Don't blame yourself over the things we can't control."
Max nodded, "You too, Y/N. Be careful. I'll see you after this."
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I stayed still between Eddie and Dustin when Eddie started talking, "You know I think he's just upset that you preferred to be in our group instead of his. But kinda eh -" he gestures his hand, "to say those things."
"I know, I just don't want to be with him especially when we're about to go to an alternate Hawkins."
"But he really loves you, you know. Just don't look forward but he's been checking the rear view mirror every now and then checking if you're okay or not." Eddie stated as he fixes his spear.
I chuckled, "I don't know about that Eds, but when you're talking about your future to your ex it doesn't sound convincing as you wanted it to be."
"What do you mean by that, Y/N?" That grabbed Dustin's attention as he dropped his spear and make shift nailed shield. He cupped my face, "Y/N, tell me!" He said almost shouting.
That immediately grabbed the attention of Robin, Nancy and especially Steve, "Hey guys, are you okay back there?" Steve inquired as he looked over the rear view mirror.
"Yeah, what do you mean about that Y/N?" Eddie questioned as his posture shifted to me.
"Are you guys okay?" Robin said in a slow word by word as she stood up and made her way to the back of the RV.
"Halt Buckley, halt. That's an order." Eddie ordered.
"You guys are not funny anymore." Steve said in a worried tone as he faces us. His eyes met mine. "Eyes on the road, Harrington. We still got couple of miles to our destination."
He sighed in defeat but followed my request, "You can just say, "Eyes on the road, Steve." I'm not asking for any sort of endearment like babe, love or what but using my last name. Kinda harsh." He mumbled.
"You were kinda harsh to her earlier Steve. So, just understand the sentiment." Robin commented as she patted his shoulder.
"So what happened?" Eddie inquired in a whisper.
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We arrived at Trailer Park and walked toward Eddie's trailer.
"You know he's all might and glory about how he bought you to the Skull Island and kept arguing about me about the location, he keep saying, "I make this make out spot popular." Or some shit like, "I had Y/N over here for a couple of times." It was so annoying." Dustin said dramatically as we walk to Eddie's trailer.
"But they found me, I guess he did brought you there a couple of times Y/N. Huh?" Eddie smacked my shoulder lightly.
"Yeah, the tales were out and about when we rescue Eddie there Y/N. Like Steve we're like, "This is the right direction" or shit but my man still delivers us to Skull Rock." Robin added.
I tried to reminisce about those times but I was clouded by with my thoughts again. "I don't know about that, haven't been there." I lied I'm just trying to pass whatever pain Steve gave me today.
The group fell silence for a moment, "Okay, enough of that. Let's just finish this." Said Nancy as we entered Eddie's home.
I saw the gate and it was small enough compared to what we have encountered before, "Yeah, it's like a snack size than the other gate that I saw." I murmured as I looked up.
"Right? It's a snack size but you kept laughing when I describe it to you." Steve said as he stand next to me. I looked at him for a second or two before walking over to Dustin and Eddie.
"You could have just said sorry, Steve." Robin whispered to him, "Shut it Robin," he looked at me, "I'll go first." Steve climbed the rope.
"Next?" Robin asked. Eddie pushed me to the rope, "Okay, Y/N is next."
I climbed the rope as Eddie supported me. It's so fucking weird to be upside down. But before I let go Steve gave me this look that assured me that everything will be fine. I dropped my back to the matters and landed safely.
"Oof." I closed my eyes as I fall. Steve offered his hand to help me up but I choose to roll over to the opposite side and get back with my feet on my own.
"Hey, are you okay?" He walks towards me but I back off every step he takes.
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
"We'll give you three minutes max to talk whatever shit happened today, Steve and Y/N and it starts now." Dustin shouted over the other dimension.
"We don't need it, just make your way -" I shouted at the top of my lungs.
"Thanks man." Steve answered. "Hey, stop backing away from me, I'm not gonna hurt you." He tried to reach me but I secured and crossed my arms into my chest.
"What do you want?"
"Talk."
"About?" I asked
"About us." He said.
"What about us?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Can you just please stop backing away from me?" He requested, I stopped, "Thank you."
I rolled my eyes, "We're just wasting mere seconds here, Harrington,"
"It's Steve." He corrected me.
"Max needs our help just let them go here so that this shit will be done."
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry. About earlier especially raising my voice, I know how much you hated it but I'm so stressed and tired which is not a valid excuse about what I've done and I'm also sorry about the things that make you feel like this, I don't know what is it but I'm really really so so sorry about it. I just want you to be my side when I fight this monster because it'll give me peace and assurance that you're okay because if it's there anything that will happen to you I don't know what will I do, heck, even explain to your parents what happened why I failed to protect you. It's not about protecting Hawkins Y/N, it's all about you. If you tell me this time at this moment to back away about this stupid mission I'll do it as long as you come home with me. I guess, I'm just scared about losing you -"
"Why would you be scared about losing me Steve? If you look at Nancy's eyes" I said in a whisper, "about the future you've been dreaming about with hope lingering in your eyes. Why would you be scared, Steve? If I'm not in the future you've been dreaming all along."
He shook his head, "What do you mean future with Nance, I never did."
"Really, you forgot again, do I need to remind you every single important things Steve? Huh? Okay fine, when we were en route to War Zone you're talking about your future family to her, Steve. I listened to every single bit of it and almost laughed hysterically about how you like having six little Harrington's and you specifically said three girls and three boys," I chuckled, "I imagine that is us, that it'll be me in that distant future."
Steve interrupted me, "It is you. It's you Y/N! Why would you think it'll be Nance-"
"Because the way you look at her Steve. It's felt like and is her all along." I cried, "Do you know how it shattered my heart into pieces, huh. I'm so broken right now that I am fucking crying over you. Fuck!" I cursed, "I regretted the time that we ate together under that sycamore tree, Steve. Because I was all over you, I erased you in my mind but you gave me a reason to give you another chance and let you in my life and you know how much I love you, right?" Steve nodded his head, "That I took all my extra hours working on extra shifts so that I could fly and see you now and what you returned is a heartbreak that made me hate Hawkins as much as I loved it."
"It's not what you think is it Y/N. Love, it is you all along. All these days it was you and I decided it as well when you said that you love me back. It is you -"
Steve stopped as we hear a loud thud, "Oh, I'm so sorry to ruin the moment but three minutes is up." Said Eddie as he lay on the mattress.
I wiped my face and it's now swollen after all this crying, Steve followed my tracks. I offered my hand to Eddie, "Hey are you, okay?" He looked at Steve, "Man, this shit is not so cool anymore. You're making your girl cry."
"Eddie, just shut it okay." I told him.
"Nah, this is not cool anymore, last time I saw you cry is when he didn't pick you up and it was raining hard and you said that he might just forget it or had some shit with his parents. She waited 3 hours that day Harrington, I started my D&D campaign I saw her outside the gym then I finished my campaign she's still there shivering." He shook his head and Steve had this confusion drawn to his face, "And mind you, you're already his man this time because I saw you two holding hands like sick lovers in the hallway."
"Hey, just stop it." I faced Eddie.
"I don't know what shit you did now but you better straighten it up. I'll hold on to Y/N from now until you get your shit together." Eddie said.
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After that tension Eddie came back as what he was matching Dustin's energy.
"Are you sure you don't want to be in Steve's party Y/N?" Robin asked, "Because I thought rabies is not as bad as Vecna."
I laughed, "No, it's okay. I can deal with rabies instead."
"I'll protect her Buckley. You don't need to worry about that," I Eddie assured her, "first came Y/N then Henderson then me."
"Okay." Robin said. She ran towards me and hugged me, "Whatever is happening between you and that dingus just don't worry about it now. I'll make sure to keep him safe so that I can knock him out so that he'll have some senses after this."
I rested my neck on her shoulder, "Thanks Rob."
Then, Vecna troop marched to his lair but Steve stopped and turned his back to us, "Whatever happens if shit is about to go down, we abort okay." We nodded in unison, "Don't try to be cute or be a hero or something. Okay, you guys are just .."
"Don't worry about it Harrington, we'll not do that and I'll keep your girl safe as well." Eddie answered.
"Thank you man." Steve said. He looked at me this time, "I love you."
"I love you too, Steve." Henderson answered, "Wait," he pulled me and Eddie, "Steve said, don't be cute, hero or something. I think the cute part is for Y/N,"
"I agree." Eddie inserted.
"Hero is you Eddie. And I'm something." Dustin finishes.
"And what something is, tell me?" I asked, "Oh, Y/N that is being cute and hero at the same time."
We laughed and started to work as I hear Robin's voice, "Don't be gloomy dingus," he hugged Steve, "that hug is from Y/N." She laughed. "How is this her hug?" Steve asked, "Because I hug her and I hug you so technically you hugged each other too."
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a/n: lil angst and protective Eddie too ♥️ unto part 3?
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mlembug · 6 months
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Shy boy meets teasing girl
Description: A geeky university student confesses to his crush, gets turned into a girl. Shenanigans happen. Chapter 1 originally published: 13th of May 2019
Chapter 1 "Now this is a story all about how…"
A loud noise of my alarm clock woke me up.
“Ugh…”, I grunted, knowing that five hours are not enough for a healthy sleep. Still, I begrudgingly rose from the bed and continued with my morning routine. The clock indicated it’s 7 o’clock. Just enough time to shower and catch a bus.
I met up with my friend, Eric, who happened to be riding the same bus to uni.
“Hi! How it’s going, Patrick?”, he asked.
“Yeah, well, you know. Stuff.”, I responded.
“That wasn’t very informative.”, he told me.
“Yeah, it’s just I’m sleepy and not in a mood.”
“That’s what you kept telling me over the last month.”
“I can’t help it, Factorio is just so addicting.”
“If you keep going through life like that, you’ll finish uni without scoring with a single girl.”
“Man, is it all you keep doing in your life? Taking enjoyment in hedonistic pleasures of life?”
“I don’t really want to hear that from you. Also, how are your attempts with Wendy going?”
I was shocked. “How do you…?”
“That’s obvious from your face. You spend most of your time on lectures staring at her.”, Eric responded.
“This is a secret between us.”, I responded quickly.
“Sure, sure. But, you know, the longer you keep that a secret, the bigger is the chance that she’ll slip away from you.”
“There’s no reason why she would want to be with me, you know.”
“You just need some confidence, and you’ll easily attract girls.”, Eric said. “How about this one: I’ll give you 70 bucks if you confess to Wendy today. Even if you get rejected, you’ll still have 70 bucks.”
Thought about it a bit. “Deal.”
“Looking forward to it.”
“Better prepare the money.”, I said, a bit more confident than before. Wendy is a friend I’ve got to know only recently, after I enrolled into college, because of her being in the same group as me. While she wasn’t completely a stranger, trying to ask her out felt to me like a gamble. Then again, it’s not like I had ever attempted asking out girls, so who knows.
I couldn’t focus on the lecture much, instead I tried coming up with an idea how to approach her. Oh well, I could just try the straightforward thing. I take my phone and type out:
“After lecture, can we talk for a bit in private? I have something to tell you.”
“All right.”, she responded.
…and now we wait.
We met at the usual place.
“There’s something I want to tell you.”, I said, then continued:
“I’ve been looking up to you for the last few weeks. Will you go out with me?”
“On one condition. You’ll need to change for me - drink this.”, she hands me a ordinarily-looking bottle with a red liquid.
“Eh? That’s it?”, I asked, twisting off the cap and lifting the bottle in order to drink it.
“Wait, you don’t know yet what will happen if you drink it!” - she interrupted me.
I stopped, and then she continued with something I never expected to hear:
“You’ll turn into a girl.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure. Because I’ll definitely turn into a girl by drinking this. Ha ha.”
I chugged down the entire bottle.
“See? Nothing happened. Does this mean we’re going out now?”
“Sure, we’ll meet here again, tomorrow 5PM.”
“5PM? All right, see ya!”
I walked away.
“…That was weird.”, I thought. “Why would she make such a joke at that moment…?”
The rest of the day at uni was fairly uneventful, so I rode the bus back home, and kept playing Factorio. Around midnight I noticed that somehow I was way more tired than usual, so I laid down in the bed. Despite me feeling so tired, I had a hard time falling asleep, so I can’t remember the exact moment I did. My sense of consciousness faded…
I found myself in high school, talking with Eric, when all of a sudden my clothes change into a schoolgirl uniform! He didn’t seem to notice this, somehow. So I try to allude to this in my conversation.
“Is there something weird about the clothes I’m wearing right now?”, I asked.
“No, what’s wrong with them? No stains or anything.”
I frowned.
“I get it that a girl like you pays a lot of attention to her appearance, but you seem to be panicking too much.”
What.
I tried to walk around. No one seemed to pay any attention. Is there anyone who’ll comment on a guy crossdressing?!
“What are you doing here?”, Wendy asked. “Our next lesson is P.E.! We have to get going and change clothes.”
Wendy grabs my arm and drags me to the girls’ changing room. I walk towards the lockers. Several girls eyed me over, but with no comment from their side. I open my own locker, and I see my own stuff, but the clothes that are there are girls’ clothes.
…what the hell was that?
I woke up, feeling fairly refreshed. I looked at the alarm clock.
“FUCK! It’s 11! I overslept!”, I shouted, while trying to get up as soon as possible.
Fumbling around, I got up from the bed, but suddenly fell because somehow I tripped on my own pants.
“Ow.”
I lifted my legs and left the pants on the floor. Then, I ran to the bathroom. I felt that my body was lighter than usual. I looked at the bathroom mirror. It was an unusual sight. The person in the mirror moved in response to every my move, but it wasn’t me. Somehow most of the details didn’t quite match. I looked at them more closely, from head to toes. The hair was nearly reaching the shoulders, and the color of it matched my own. The face had a smooth skin, nearly babylike. The person wore the same pajama shirt I was wearing, but it was unfit to their physique. Two visible bumps were protruding out of that person’s chest. This raised the alarm signs in my brain. I moved my hands towards my chest. I felt a soft sensation. My fears were confirmed.
“WHY DO I HAVE BOOBS?”, I shouted.
I touched my body all over, feeling a smooth, soft skin. Desperately trying to deny what was happening, I moved my hands between my legs.
“It’s… it’s gone!”, I cried out. How does one become a girl overnight? How?
I asked myself in my thoughts.
Soon enough, I recalled my yesterday’s conversation.
“I have to meet Wendy as soon as possible!”
That means I have to leave my house. Leaving the house means I have to dress up. Dress up means I have to wash myself.
So I took off my clothes and walked under the shower. I can’t believe I’m about to do this. But I don’t have a choice.
I took a better look at myself. “There’s no way I’ll be able to hide these.”, I said.
I cupped one of the breasts with my hand. Even while standing straight up, it’s large enough to fill my entire hand.
It’s so soft… I wonder how would…
“This is not the time for my horny fantasies! I’m already late!”, I interrupted myself, and got down to washing my body, with as little excitement as possible.
After that, I browsed through the cabinet, looking for clothes that could possibly fit me. Digging through, I found a old shirt that I didn’t bother throwing away, but happened to be smaller than the size I’m currently wearing. This bad habit of mine of not throwing away old clothes actually saved my butt today. I finished dressing up and ran to catch a bus.
After a while later, I managed to get to uni without any incidents. I nervously looked around, searching for Wendy. She was nowhere to be found.
If I won’t meet her earlier, I’ll just have to hope she keeps her promise and she’ll be there as promised at 5PM, and in the meantime attempt to not stand out from the crowd.
“Oh, hi there!”, I heard Eric’s voice.
“How are you doing, Pa…”
I turn around.
“Oh, sorry, I got the wrong person.”, Eric said.
He can’t recognize me? That’s convenient, I don’t really want to face him right now, who knows what ideas he may get.
So I tried moving away from Eric, to avoid his stares.
It’s about 5PM, the same place as yesterday.
“Wow, you turned out nicely.”, I heard.
I immediately recognized Wendy’s voice.
“HOW COME I’M A GIRL?”, I shouted to her.
“You drank a potion which turned you into a girl. Why are you surprised?”, Wendy asked.
“Why do you treat it as something normal? People don’t usually change sex overnight!”, I said. “What will I do with my life? How will I attend uni? My life is over!”
“It’s not like I didn’t warn you before you drank that bottle.”, Wendy said. “And besides, it’s not like your life is over. Half of the world are women.”
“How will I explain this to everyone? It’s not like I’ll just say ‘oh, hey, Patrick is a girl now’ to my mom, dad, and my friends. Can I turn back?”
“I’ll help you with explanations. And yes, you can turn back. After all, since a potion managed to change you, the same potion can turn you back. But…”
“But…?”, I asked.
“Would you even want to?”, she asked seductively, moving her left hand’s index finger across my chest, and touching my chin with her right hand’s index finger.
“We’ll go on dates, buy some cute clothes, watch movies in your room and chill… Patricia.”
I squirmed at the thought of me shopping for women’s clothes.
“For what reason did I turn into a girl anyway?”
“I’m a lesbian. Normally I would’ve rejected you outright, but I’ve known you for a bit, so I thought this could work out.”
“It still feels too weird. I’ve been a guy my whole life. How am I expected to behave like a girl now? I’ll be a freak!”
“C’mon, you’ve got so far, other guys who had asked me out gave up earlier than you. Do you want to pussy out now?”, she said.
“Hmmm…”
“Give it a try, I promise I’ll make it worth it.”, she attempted to convince me.
“All right, I’ll give it a try for a week.”
“Yay! Now we’re girlfriend and girlfriend!”
“So what do we do now?”
“First we should get you in some clothes that won’t make you look suspicious.”
“What?”
“These are clearly boys’ clothes, and they’re too big for you now.”
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Molly, I'll tempt you with this AU: Formula 1 driver Anthony and Engineer Kate
I'm buzzing with this idea, would you pleaseee consider it????
I don’t really know very much about Formula 1 honestly, Australia is a V8 Supercar kind of country and Funfact: My hometown actually hosts a race.
But imagine Kate furious because Anthony was supposed to pit three laps ago, hissing in his ear.
“Bridgerton, if you do not come into the pit lane in the next fifteen seconds so help me god I’ll go out on the track myself and pop your-“
“Ahhh Katie Kat.” Anthony sighs as his car screeches to a halt in the pit lane. “As enjoyable as that would be, my cherry was popped years ago.”
“That wasn’t what I was going to say.” Kate scoffs watching him wave irritatingly while the tires thudded to the ground and be shot off again.
“Of course if you let me take you to dinner I’d be more than happy to give yours a little nudge.”
“You do realise your father can hear you Don’t you?” Kate smiled awkwardly at Anthony’s father beside her who was shaking his head at his son.
“I do, Hi Dad, tell me what her facial expression is.” Anthony hummed as the car sped round the track almost effortlessly, “Am I winning her over?”
“Gonna go with No, Buddy.” Edmund sighed. “She looks like she wants to strangle you.”
“Eh, that’s just her Anthony face.” Anthony tutted, “She’ll be happy when I do this.”
Kate watched as he cut the corner tightly inching passed the leader and shooting into first, and she couldn’t help the smile that twitched into her lips.
“I can see you smiling on the screen you know.” Anthony sighed in her ear. “Apparently they think there’s something going on between us.”
Kate ignored the flutter in her stomach and shook her head, “In your dreams, Anthony.”
“You are there a lot, I’ll admit.”
“Focus on the race please.”
“I will, if you agree to go out with me when I win.”
“Go fuck yourself, Anthony.”
“Kate, the dirty talk in the work environment really has to stop.”
And honestly, she could have killed him. But she did go home with him anyway.
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20 QUESTIONS FOR FIC WRITERS
thanks @whatislifewithoutangst for the tag!! Sorry it took me so long to complete
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
As of now, 43
2. What is your total AO3 word count?
Had to look at my stats for this but 126,184
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Just Star Wars. I would like to write in other fandoms but I find the transition to be a bit did; as well as the fact that I know my fics will suck when starting out and I’m not ready to face that just yet.
4. What are you top five fics by kudos?
1. Therapy Sessions with a Fox
2. Agony is a curse too well known
3. The ghosts are all that’s left to cling to
4. The Truth Inside is Different from the Lies Spoken
5. Just a Friend
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I try to. Sometimes I overthink on what to say so it takes me a while to respond but generally, yes.
6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Ah geez. That’s like most of my fics. Probably Agony is a curse too well known.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I had to search but Collapsing Stars for sure
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not really, no. I’m grateful for that.
9. Do you write smut?
Not for publishing purposes. I like to keep my fics clean of that; however, on discord it’s free game lol (mainly with a friend)
10. Do you write crossovers?
Nope. I like reading them but I doubt I’d be efficient at writing something like that.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I'm aware of fortunately.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
No I haven't.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic?
Not any that are published. A friend and I exchange long writing pieces on discord when sharing ideas that it could be considered small fics and have ideas on co-writing a fic together but will that ever actually happen? Who knows. Depending on the concept, I wouldn’t mind being asked; however, I have yet to gather my nerve to ask other authors to potentially co-write a fic with me so once I do, we’ll see (it’s a goal I have for 2024 🤞)
14. What's your all-time favourite ship?
Out of all the fandoms that I love, Drarry (Draco/Harry). That’s the first ship that got me into shipping and I’m too loyal to let it go. I still read about them to this day though now I’m picky on how I want their relationship to go.
15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Therapy Sessions with a Fox. I love the WIP but I started that fic when my mental health was in the drain. Every time I go back to finish it, it’s very hard to get into the mindset needed without spiraling; often times, an update only occurs when I’m in a bad mental state. So the possibility of ever finishing it is very low unless I spiral and for my sake, I hope that never happens again.
16. What's your writing strengths?
I’m not too sure. Probably descriptions of a scene. I tend to over describe the scene since I want readers to see it how I do in my head.
17. What's your writing weaknesses?
Probably dialogue or character descriptions. I tend to focus more on internal thoughts that I forget people speak out loud and don’t generally say what they’re thinking. Also I don’t like the overly descriptive language of characters in fics so I tend to avoid it and now I don’t really know how to describe characters without being too vague or overdone.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
Eh, I personally don’t unless it’s a fake language I can bullshit and make my own grammar rules for.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Harry Potter (on Fanfiction.net lol - you can probably still find them on there but beware: the fics suck!)
20. Favourite fic you've ever written?
When Tomorrow Comes, I’ll Bring You Home!! This is my only big fic and it was so fun to write within a deadline I gave myself and the encouragement I received from my friends on discord when sharing updates really helped push it forward. I would love to write another big fic like it because it was so rewarding and fulfilling in a way I never experienced before (at least within a fandom).
I really enjoyed doing this and thanks for reading. No pressure but I would love to hear your answers @ladyanidala @here-be-bec @dinogirl123 @oathena11-writes @hastalavistabyebye
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