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#different not less. no questions asked. no arguments.
thegoldenavenger · 1 day
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Whoops demon summoner au. Just about 2k and just an intro. I could be convinced to add more but this is what it is for now.
Liu Qingge did not fidget, and just as well: Shen Yuan was fidgeting enough for both of them. The room was dimly lit with clusters of candles around a bloody circle painted on the floor. The basement was on the small side and the stench of blood clung in the stale air.
"Okay, okay." Shen Yuan mumbled under his breath as his fingers flipped through the pages of his book. "It's just the sacrifice now."
Liu Qingge gripped the pig carcass in his hand and made to symbolically sacrifice it when Shen Yuan stopped him.
"Wait! Let me! Recheck the sigils!"
"You've gone over them three times." More, really. Liu Qingge had been the one on lookout while Shen Yuan scribbled and took photos and notes in the library they were both definitely restricted from. Then, every day leading up to today Shen Yuan spent hours bent over his journal writing and rewriting, making sure each sigil and rune meant exactly what they wanted.
"Yes but..." Shen Yuan bit his lip. "It's different."
Liu Qingge rolled his eyes. "I trust you. It's fine." He would encourage Shen Yuan's self doubts if it meant he'd give up on the entire summoning idea but Shen Yuan was determined to see the ritual through. He just wanted to be the one doing the summoning.
Luckily, the demon Shen Yuan wanted to research was Fire natured, with a metal secondary. Neither Shen Yuan nor Liu Qingge had a fire nature, but Liu Qingge's was metal and that would fare much better than Shen Yuan's Wood nature.  It was an argument they had gone over multiple times.
"You don't even like demon summons!" Shen Yuan had argued.
"It's fine. I'm better suited." Liu Qingge would not say that he'd compromise many of his long held rules to make sure Shen Yuan didn't jump into the jaws of a Fire demon named Xin Mo. At least Liu Qingge's metal nature would be able withstand the heat. Liu Qingge trusted himself that much, and Shen Yuan's scrupulous research for the rest.
If only Shen Yuan had fixated on a different demon. Something with a less foreboding name at least. But Shen Yuan had reason to believe Xin Mo could be a key in landslide research in the demon realm landscape. Whatever he meant by that. Suffice to say Shen Yuan was determined. Thus, Liu Qingge was also determined.
He decided not to give Shen Yuan any more room to quibble over minor details and dug the crude looking ritual dagger he held into the pig's throat.  Then he tossed the pig into the center of the circle. The blood spilled out around the corpse. Liu Qingge didn't pause, launching into the archaic, stilted speech Shen Yuan had made him memorise.
Shen Yuan shut up mid sentence for fear of influencing the incantation, but Liu Qingge could see the outraged look from the corner of his eye.
The summoning circle flared as the candles dimmed, a dense smoke filling the center of the circle. Low hissing started, a deep buzz that resonated in Liu Qingge's chest.  He finished the incantation and the incorporeal demon's hazy form spread outwards. Testing the boundaries of the circle. Like ink in a bowl of water it's thin edges curled around the form of the circle, twisting in little fascinating fractals.
Liu Qingge met Shen Yuan's eyes.
Then he stepped into the first ring.
The demon didn't have features as concrete as eyes, but Liu Qingge felt the full weight of its focus shift upon him anyways. An ethereal voice like shale falling along a cliffside echoed in the basement.
"So this is the little mortal who wants to play?"
The smokey form of the demon gathered into a vaguely humanoid shape in front of Liu Qingge. They were separated by the thin circle of protection Shen Yuan had drawn. Liu Qingge stared at where he supposed the demon's eyes ought to be.
"Will you show yourself?" He asked.
"Why would I do that?" The question could be mocking, but it was delivered in a honeyed tone. If Liu Qingge had even an ounce less self preservation he could be persuaded into thinking the question was honest.  Before Liu Qingge could answer, however, Shen Yuan made a quiet noise and the demon's focus slid off Liu Qingge like water.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" The demon laughed, or made a sound close enough to a laugh, as it's amorphous form drifted towards Shen Yuan. Eyes wide, Shen Yuan looked almost entranced, liable to drop his guard and be talked into something stupid like stepping into the circle. So Liu Qingge did it first.
He crossed the inner circle's barrier and used the ritual knife to cut a quick line across his palm. His blood welled immedietly with the cut, hot and red. The demon whirled, becoming dense enough it was hard to see through as it flew towards him.  Liu Qingge thought he could see the flash of fang or claw in the shadows and he steeled himself for a collision of wills.
A more practiced summoner might have a contracted demon, incorporeal but bound with, to help shield his mind from the full weight of a possession. Liu Qingge did not make contracts with demon summons, did not participate in summonings, refused to deal with demons more than using Cheng Luan to fight rogue incarnated targets.  That didn't mean he had no experience with this battle.
Liu Qingge held his hand out, his blood running bright against his skin. He leaned on his metal nature, like reinforcing a fence with steel supports. Sometimes he envisioned it like a coating of liquid silver over his skeleton lending him strength.  Calling on this, trusting in his own ability to withstand whatever heat this demon wanted to throw at him, he made his deal.
"My blood for your covenant."
"Qingge—" Shen Yuan's voice, panicked, was drowned out by the hissing of the demon.
"You want to play this game?" The demon's low voice asked. "Against me?"
"My blood," Liu Qingge repeated, "for your covenant."
The words were as ancient as the study of demons, and as such did hold a fair amount of power in their own right. Still, they weren't very precise. Shen Yuan, along with the ritual summoning he'd recited earlier, had meticulously written a bulletproof contract Liu Qingge had been meant to bind Xin Mo with. It was just so wordy though, and with more negotiation and words the less power there was to command. In order to just hold this demon's attention, Liu Qingge had to lean on the power of tradition and ritual.
The voice that had sounded bemused started to shade darker. "Imagine, a mortal, barely a breath's length of life when held to mine, a candle next to my flame, dares." The hazy apparition drew closer to Liu Qingge, the buzz of its power raising the fine hairs on his arm.
"My blood for your covenant." He squeezed his fist as he repeated these words, and the fresh pulse of blood seemed to incite the demon.
"You want my covenant then? My name?" It felt as though a shadowy limb reached out and gripped Liu Qingge's arm. Pressure closed down around him, but he tensed and withstood it, even as the blood dripped down his wrist.
"Give it to me." He answered, boldly.
He couldn't tell if the taste of blood at the back of his mouth was part of the name, but the fullbody heat wave was. His body flushed so hot with his blood that he felt it tingling in his extremities, the way he only ever felt when so furious that splitting his knuckles hour after hour at the gym could barely temper it.
It was, on the surface, exactly how one could imagine a demon named Xin Mo to feel. He leaned back into himself and his core to ground himself, letting the heat wash over him. Letting the rage course through. He had been angry before and he had learned how to breathe through it and let it go.  Except that what should be passing through him, what should be working with his metal nature to make him more flexible, was creeping into his joints. Locking them.
Even if he were to be overwhelmed by the demon's power and will, which he wouldn't be, he shouldn't feel paralyzed... he should feel liquefied, melted down. He inhaled sharply. Instead, he felt almost brittle. Like the fire wasn't heating him at all.
He thought, abruptly, of sinking his fingers into dough heated over the stove. As a child, eager to help, he had dug into the steaming ball ready to knead it. He'd been warned that it was hot but his small hands had frozen—the dough felt cold at its heart. Paradoxical, like when hypothermia made the body feel overheated.
It was like the earth cracked under him—a shift in perspective that had him reeling. His fingers were stiff, numb as static traveled up his arms in waves. With the new understanding he no longer could perceive the name as hot, or even warm, instead he was trapped in a blistering cold.
Dread crept up inside of him and he briefly thought that he should have let Shen Yuan and his wooden nature handle this. The cold only ever left him sharp and brittle. Shen Yuan managed to seem charming even in winter; red-nosed and endearing when he pulled off his gloves so he could use his phone better, leaving them for Liu Qingge to find and return.
The thought knocked him out of the freeze just enough. Like hell he'd have Shen Yuan put himself at risk just because of a little cold. As if fire was the only crucible metal went through, when quenching was just as important.
What had at first felt like heat and rage had revealed itself to be cold and fear. He could work with that. Being flexible and breathing through it was not the best defense any longer. You had to shut cold out, you had to overcome fear. He could do both, and with that, the demon's name fit perfectly in his mouth.
The approximation he could say out loud wasn't a true reflection of the demon's name, but it was good enough, close enough, that Liu Qingge could wind power into it. He repeated for a final time, "My blood for your covenant, Luo Binghe." With all the draw that he could summon upon the demon's true name.
There was the impression of surprised blinking, the demon pulled back just a hair. Then the apparition fell into itself, condensing into a wash of bubbling black shadow until finally it incarnated on the physical plane.
The demon incarnated was humanoid, with long inky hair. It was crouched, it's limbs were long, jointed weirdly like an animal or insect; something inhuman in their articulation. It's nails were sharp, a killer spur on each dewclaw wickedly curved in a scythe shape. It had a long thick tail and leathery bat wings that were mantled over its shoulders.
When it lifted its head its black eyes seemed confused.
"No one has ever actually understood my name before." It said. Incarnation had rendered its voice low and rich, with a subtle dual harmonization. It stood slowly, it's tail lashing as it found a balance on new limbs. It's eyes met Liu Qingge’s and stayed locked to him as it approached gaining a confidence in each step.
Liu Qingge still held his hand out in offering.
The demon reached out its own hand, curling its claws around Liu Qingge's wrist. It's thumb swiped at the rivulet of blood over his skin. This close, Liu Qingge could see that its eyes were actually a deep, dark red. Idly, he wondered if they would flash in the light like a wolf's.
It drew Liu Qingge's hand to its mouth, its lips black and parted to let fangs peak between them. Liu Qingge could almost hear Shen Yuan's voice but couldn't exactly make out any words. "I accept your sacrifice." The demon said and turned its head just enough that it's nose nuzzled against the thin skin of his hand. Then it's mouth fit over his cut, its wet tongue lapping over his blood.
Power rushed through him: a circuit closing.
They were bound.
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radicalposture · 2 years
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extraordinary attorney woo is so important to me because to me the show is one huge shout of affirmation that woo young woo is loved. by herself, by her friends, by her work colleagues, by her dad, by her boyfriend, by the writers of the show, by the actor who plays her, by the audience. she’s loved. not in spite of her autism, not because of it - she’s autistic and she’s loved. sometimes imperfectly, sometimes ignorantly, but she’s loved loved loved like the human being she is.
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ducktapeal · 1 month
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The Walrus v Fairy question really is a perfect example of the Internet Argument. I've been reading a bunch of posts on both sides and it's very clear that everyone is interpreting the question in a way that the other side finds ridiculous. And if you take the read of one person, it makes perfect sense why they'd think it was more/less surprising, and the question become more about agreeing with priors than the actual question being asked. Like, a lot of people saying the walrus is more surprising make comments to the effect of "how did a walrus walk all the way to my house" or "how did the walrus knock on the door". And for folks that think the fairy is more surprising, there's a lot of comments saying they assume the walrus was put there by someone. The question doesn't mention how the walrus/fairy got there, so someone reading it as saying that the walrus knocked is answering a fundamentally different question than the one where someone assumes that a person knocked and then like, hid, or whatever. Likewise, a lot of people on both sides talk about the number of assumptions that each creature's presence brings up. People who think the walrus is more surprising comment a lot saying that a fairy being there is just one fact, that fairies exist, and that the walrus being there involves a huge logistical chain at the very least. Where people who think the fairy is more surprising comment a lot saying that the walrus being there is one fact, that elaborate prank shows exist, where the fairy being there calls into question a lot of biology, as well as the massive and world-spanning coverup that would be necessary to keep fairies out of the public eye if they've been around so long, that it brings up a bunch of existential issues if not logistical ones. People are even disagreeing about the definition of the word "surprising". I saw two posts side-by-side, one basically saying "a huge animal on your doorstep is shocking" and the other saying "fairies existing is way less likely than a walrus being dropped off at my door". Two totally different (and accurate!) definitions of the word, one emphasizing the initial reaction, surprising like a jump scare, the other emphasizing the overall likelihood of fairies versus Mr. Beast's Epic Walrus Prank.
It's just a wonderful thing to watch a hill to die on being raised right before my eyes, and to see a new Airplane Treadmill be born.
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rthko · 7 months
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I used to get insecure when reading radical critiques of "born this way" narratives, but I understand it differently now. I'm reading early defenses of homosexuals that concede that their "invert" pathology is worthy of sympathy, and that straight society ought to allow them to have sex (in the right circumstances) so they don't have to be miserable. They go on to claim that while some people who commit homosexual acts are victims of their circumstances, the real perverts are ontologically straight men who commit them by choice.
If I asked every LGBT person I know, "did you choose to be queer," virtually everyone would say no. I have never, to my knowledge, met anyone who would say yes. But if I asked them if they would turn straight/cis if they could, I believe that most, including people who have gone through great hardships on account of their identities, would still say no. The phrase "gay lifestyle" is considered politically incorrect, and indeed there is no one gay lifestyle. But we have also developed culturally distinct circles associated with pleasure as a virtue, creativity, individual dignity and collective care. Many of us learned to look at the straight world not with envy but with relief that we're not part of it.
There are characteristics of our queer identities or behaviors that are a choice. I did not choose to be attracted to men, but I did choose to be promiscuous. I did not choose to be uncomfortable with "male" gender roles, but I did choose to challenge them through gender expression. An emphasis on innateness would imply that the only characteristics of my identity and behavior worth defending are those that are inevitable. It would ask why I still insist on living the way I do when my sexual desires can now just as well be satiated in a legally recognized monogamous marriage.
The subtext of this question, a choice or not a choice, is whether a person is worthy of support. Much like the elusive "gay gene," some trans advocates are searching for the definitive proof of "male brains" and "female brains" that will validate the existence of trans people once and for all. If gender becomes medically or scientifically "provable," perhaps science would then validate trans people. Or, perhaps a brain scan would determine who should or should not consider themselves trans, and create new rationalizations to misgender on "scientific" terms. We need only look back to the sexologists of the late 19th and early 20th century, often gay themselves, who developed scientific rationalizations for queer behavior in good faith only to have them reapplied to nefarious ends.
Many will insist they support LGBT people in the abstract but not the specifics of queer culture. These are the tendencies that don't have a scientific or metaphysical explanation. It is less often we hear claims that one is born to be flamboyant, promiscuous, left wing, kinky or polyamorous, so these tendencies are superfluous. There is a platonic ideal of a lesbian, a gay man, a bisexual or a trans person who follows their natural proclivities and not a step further, and you're not it. So arguments against born this way narratives are not just in defense of those who see themselves as having chosen their gender or sexuality--for what it's worth, I have not knowingly met any. It's that this is a flimsy claim to legitimacy, one that has been used against us, and one that can only be taken so far. I'm not interested in determining who is "faking it." I understand more and more that everyone's body belongs to them, and the steps they take to experience joy and mutual pleasure need no explanation.
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zorobff · 5 months
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little by little. (opla!sanji x fem!reader)
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synopsis: a series of events that transpire throughout your time mentoring sanji into a proper waiter, per zeff’s request.
word count: 5.3k
warnings: cursing, smoking, some direct dialogue from opla, zoro wants u but he can’t have uuu, a pitiful attempt at enemies to lovers, this is the plate technique i was referencing btw
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the slicing, stirring, and sizzling of the kitchen fades into background noise compared to the two thick accents bickering back and forth. to no one’s surprise, a disagreement between sanji and zeff’s has escalated into another one of their infamous arguments. it was such a common occurrence that almost everyone working at the baratie knew to brace themselves for a yelling match at least once day.
you’re no different as you return to the kitchen from waiting tables and walk right past the pair without so much as a glance their way. instead, you make a beeline for patty’s cooking station. unamused, you ask, “they’re back at it again?”
patty slings a towel over his shoulder as he hands you table 7’s orders. “i told sanji not to put that original dish of his on the menu. he called it a true bluefin whatever the hell.”
“sounds promising,” you joke, collecting the plates from him.
“tell that to zeff,” he replies flatly. “he might even make it tomorrow’s special.”
“dammit zeff!” sanji exclaims, interrupting you and patty’s conversation. “if i gotta sling one more prime rib medium-well, i’m going to drop dead of boredom, you old shitbag!”
“it’s what we serve,” retaliates the older chef.
“it’s an insult to the meat!”
“oh, you don’t like cooking our menu? fine. ‘cause i’ll be more than delighted to give you some other work elsewhere. in fact, you are off the line. you’re going to get out there and wait tables!”
sanji’s jaw clenches at having been demoted but he removes his chef apron regardless. as often as the two of them bickered, he could never refuse such direct orders from zeff. he was the owner and founder of baratie — that was something to be respected.
all of a sudden, zeff calls your name, causing you to abruptly set down the dishes in your hands. what did you have to do with any of this? the older chef beckons you closer with a curled finger and it seems as if every pair of eyes in the kitchen shifts to you. except for sanji’s, who is too busy staring up at the ceiling as if he’s begging a higher power for self-restraint.
it’s ironic how after putting so much effort into being the best waitress possible, you end up in the middle of confrontation – something you went out of your way to avoid. still, your body reacts faster than your brain and you comply, scurrying over to where zeff and sanji stand.
“from here on out, you keep a close eye on him for me.” zeff clasps a large hand on sanji’s shoulder with such force that it sends the younger jolting forward. “i don’t wanna catch him slithering his way back into the kitchen unless it’s to grab orders, ya got it?”
you blink. “yes, chef.”
your response earns you a tight-lipped smile, a rarely seen gesture from zeff. as suddenly as it appeared, it’s gone, replaced by a hardened gaze as he turns back to sanji. “if we’re lucky enough, some of your obedience might rub off on this little eggplant.”
the comment earns him an eye roll from the waiter in question, who seems less than thrilled with this new arrangement. “this is such bullshit, old man. you really think she can teach me anything?”
you go to defend yourself, slightly offended by his offhand comment. “hey, i—”
before you can get another word out, sanji interjects, offering you a glance. “no offense, i’m sure you’re lovely—” the moment he takes a good look at you, he trails off. it’s almost comical how quickly his demeanor changes, that signature smirk of his creeping onto his lips. “with an even lovelier face to match.”
you narrow your eyes at him, not charmed by the sudden switch in attitude. “you’re shameless.”
he smiles. “so i’ve been told.”
“we’ll need to work on that.”
his grin widens, if that was even possible. “i look forward to it.”
his smile is a little too mischievous for your liking; you sigh. “can’t say the same.”
ignoring your remark, he muses, “you know, it’s a shame that working under you is supposed to be a punishment. a pretty face like yours is more of a reward, if you ask me.”
“who said anything about a punishment?”
“well, what else would you call this?” he chuckles dryly. “instead of cooking, i’m expected to wait on idiots who can’t tell a rosé prosecco from a cheval blanc. and now i’m being treated like i need a babysitter.”
you fold your arms. “that’s because you do need a babysitter. besides, zeff calls the shots so there’s no use complaining.”
“of course you’d say that.”
“what’s that supposed to mean?”
he smirks. “i can already tell you’re a professional rule follower. a lap dog, if you will.”
“if you were too, we wouldn’t even be here.” you decide to take it even further, returning his bluntness. “maybe it’d be easier if that ego of yours wasn’t so inflated.”
“damn.” he places a hand over his heart as if you’ve wounded him. “if we’re talking about flaws, though, this might be a good time to mention the stick up your ass.”
“what? i don’t–” you take a deep breath. “listen, zeff is counting on me to turn you into a functional waiter. that means we have to tolerate each other for the time being. the sooner we do that, the sooner we go our separate ways. got it?”
he flashes you his teeth. “yes, ma’am.”
“great. to start, you’re going to wait tables with me.” with that, you walk back to patty’s station.
sanji scampers behind you, smile fading. “you’re joking.”
you shrug, opting to let your silence answer for you.
he continues, “you’re not even going to let me suffer through this alone? i’ve gotta be glued to your hip as well?”
“what’s the matter? i thought i was lovely,” you tease him, feigning sorrow. your faux pout contradicts the way you harshly shove two steaming plates his way.
“not when you’re bossing me around.” he hesitantly takes the dishes you hand him. “i mean, can’t you just let me off the hook? i’ll hide in the supply closet ‘til our shift’s over.”
“good one.”
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WEEK ONE.
“welcome to baratie, i’ll be your waitress this afternoon. what can i get started for you?” you ask, ready to jot down the table’s orders on your notepad. “i recommend today’s special—”
an arm digging into your ribs cuts you off. the action is forceful enough to jolt you but light enough not to hurt. you glare at the culprit, who tilts his head expectantly as if to ask, aren’t you forgetting something?
“oh, how unprofessional of me,” you deadpan. “this is sanji, he’ll be accompanying me. we’re training new hires.”
the smile on his face disappears, clearly insulted at being compared to an inexperienced beginner.
you continue, “as i was saying, today’s special is a beef filet with rice and seaweed soup. it was chosen by chef zeff himself.”
that seems to pique the customers’ interests. who didn’t want to eat a meal that had the chef zeff’s stamp of approval? they enthusiastically agree to add it to their order.
sanji scoffs. “that’s not sayin’ much. zeff wouldn’t know a good meal if it kicked him in the peg leg.”
you find yourself cringing as the patrons’ faces contort into shock at the blatant insult. well, there goes your tip.
chuckling nervously, you attempt to redirect the conversation. “can i, um, get you anything to drink?”
dismissing sanji’s outburst, they opt to look over the various wines the menu has to offer. you allow yourself to tune out their indecisive murmuring for the time being. however, sanji soon breaks the peaceful silence.
“you know what, how about i whip up a dish of my own for you two? ’s called a true bluefin sauté, somethin’ that’ll put today’s special to shame. free of charge, of course—”
“okay, that’s enough,” you intervene in between yet another forced laugh. “could you please excuse us for a moment?”
the guests’ irritated expressions fill you with shame — you were used to smiles and hefty tips but never this. you pull sanji aside, ignoring his complaints about the excessive force you use to do so.
“you need to get it together,” you seethe.
“i’m trying my best,” he replies, though there’s a smug undertone to it. “like you said, i am just a new hire.”
you suppress a sigh. “no new hire would badmouth the owner to customers like that. or offer to make dishes that aren’t—and never will be—on the menu.”
“ouch, that was personal—”
“just let patty know we need two specials. and tell him to make it top priority, we don’t want to piss these people off even more. can you do that, please?”
it was clear you were stressed by the mess he’d created, if your pleading tone was anything to go by. sanji decides to take pity on you. he wordlessly retreats to the kitchen to do what you had asked. no quips, no teasing.
for the first time, he follows your instructions.
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WEEK TWO.
it seemed as if everyone in the east blue was set on having their breakfast at the baratie.
the kitchen was bustling, cooks slaving over the stove and waiters twisting past each other to grab orders. among them was you, sweaty and thoroughly overwhelmed. despite the task at hand, you can’t help but question the whereabouts of a certain blonde.
“where’s sanji?” you demand while grabbing more steaming plates.
carne, the chef who’d cooked the meals, answers you. “haven’t seen him all morning.”
you groan, using your sleeve to wipe off the beads of perspiration that form at your hairline before grabbing a bowl of oatmeal and plate of fluffy belgian waffles. you knew sanji still wasn’t happy about being a waiter (and he took every chance to show it) but that didn’t matter; it was all hands on deck this morning.
you continue expertly stacking the dishes into your arms and hands. it was a technique you’d learned over the years and now it felt like second nature. soon enough, you’re balancing plates up to your forearms. you’re just about to head back out to the dining hall when you hear a familiar accent behind you.
“we doin’ party tricks now or what?”
startled, you turn around so fast it causes the dishware in your hold to teeter ever so slightly. there stands sanji, clearly finding amusement in how you’re up to your elbows in breakfast foods.
“maybe don’t sneak up on me when i’m holding six plates?” you chastise him.
he chuckles. “sorry, sorry. what did i miss?”
“only the worst breakfast rush i’ve ever seen. where have you been?”
“i was takin’ a smoke outside.”
“productive.” your tone drips with sarcasm. “we’ll talk about punctuality later, for now just take the rest of those plates for me.”
sanji reluctantly obeys, grabbing two plates from the multitude of options and steps back, ready to follow you. you look at him in what could only be described as utter disbelief. he returns the stare and furrows his eyebrows as if he really can’t understand what he’s doing wrong.
“you’re seriously only taking two?” you ask.
“yeah? what, were you expecting me to join your balancing act?”
“it would help!”
“trust me, i’d only make a bigger mess.”
“sanji.”
“fine! show me.”
you squint your eyes at him in irritation. “my hands are a little full right now.”
he purses his lips. “then just tell me how.”
you comply. “get your first plate, put it between your thumb and the edge of your pointer finger. make sure to rotate it away from your body.”
sanji follows your directions, attentively. he glances up at you once he completes the first couple steps, scanning your face for any disapproval. you give him a nod.
“so far so good. next, put your second plate under the first. use your remaining fingers to support it– yeah, just like that. and let the edge of the plate rest on the bottom of the first.”
as sanji carefully carries out your instructions, you notice the determination written on his face. you’d never seen him put so much effort in a task, much less one you’d given him. you could tell it was challenging, judging by the way his hands wobble with uncertainty as he stacks the plates, but not once does he stop. it’s admirable. you feel a smile form on your face.
“okay, what n— what’re you laughin’ at?”
“i’m not laughing,” you defend. “it’s just– you’re really trying. it’s nice. i like this sanji.”
he opens his mouth as if to respond but decides not to at the last moment. there’s a brief silence before he raises his eyebrows to signal he was ready for the next step.
“right. um, the third plate uses your arm and the edge of the second plate as balance points so you’re gonna wanna put it– yeah, right there.”
you take in the sight of all three plates successfully resting on sanji’s arm as one of his trademark grins appears on his lips. clearly he’s proud of himself but as his wide eyes meet yours, you can’t help but feel as if he’s seeking your approval too. you notice that when he glances up at you, there’s an eager look in his eyes as if he’s hanging on to your every breath. you figure it’s normal for someone to want their mentor’s praise, right?
you willingly deliver the encouragement. “you’re a natural. better than me.”
his reply comes so quickly it almost seems as if he’s said it without thinking. “well, that’s not possible, is it?”
his tone sounds warm; sincere. not to mention, this is the first time sanji has complimented your skills as a waitress. you’d received countless praises for your work ethic but somehow, something so simple from someone like sanji makes this different. special, in a way.
“let’s get to the table, food’s gonna get cold,” you say so that you don’t spend too much time replaying his words in your mind.
the journey to said table proves to be more arduous than you’d think. you offer quiet ‘excuse me’s that can hardly be heard over the commotion of the kitchen as your coworkers try their best to make way for you and sanji. some of their eyes linger on the plates that masterfully balance on both your arms but truthfully, the sight of sanji exerting so much effort into waiting tables is more impressive to them. it’s distracting enough to send one of them to colliding straight into you.
your first instinct is to try and salvage as many dishes as possible but it’s useless when the impact is so strong that it sends you stumbling backwards. the only reason you don’t fall over is the firm chest that presses against your back and the two pairs of strong arms that find their way around your waist. the ear-splitting sound of yours and sanji’s plates shattering against the floor is unpleasant and yet all you can think about is how sanji literally dropped everything to catch you.
the waiter you’d crashed into groans, looking down at the mess of broken dishware and food gone to waste. “god, look where you’re going if you’re gonna carry all those plates.”
“i’m sorry,” you instantly apologize, flustered by the rare mistake. “i was just trying to get ahead of the rush–”
“instead, you set us back further.” his eyes flit down to his shirt and then yours. “and ruined both our uniforms.”
the abruptness of your mishap (and your skinship with sanji) had robbed all your attention, causing you to overlook the various creams and sauces that now bleed into your shirt.
“watch it,” sanji warns him, finding the man’s aggressive tone intolerable. “if you worked half as hard as she is then maybe there wouldn’t be such a need to catch up on orders.”
your coworker fixes sanji with a glare for intervening. “i’m not talking to you, pal.”
“well, i’m talking to you. and i’m thinkin’ of taking this discussion outside if you don’t apologize for being a jackass.”
that earns him an irritated sigh. however, he complies. “i’m sorry. can i get back to work now?”
sanji remains unimpressed. “don’t apologize to me. apologize to her.”
he doesn’t even try to hide his eye roll before he gives you a lackadaisical apology. “i’m sorry, alright? tell your boyfriend to back off.”
he stomps away, leaving you even more rattled up by his last comment. slowly, you turn around to sanji, unsure of what to say. you take in the stains that litter his suit, though he seems unbothered by it. his stare is heated as he watches the man leave. however, when he notices you staring, his gaze softens.
“what was his problem?” he asks you with a chuckle that sounds out of place in a moment like this.
in any other situation you’d poke fun at sanji for also having gotten worked up but you choose not to. him getting so angry on your behalf felt… strange. not unwelcome, though.
your reply is simple. “y-yeah. real asshole.”
he lifts a brow. “you okay?”
you nod a little too hard. “i’m just not used to situations like that. thanks for stepping in. and, you know, catching me.”
sanji glances away when your look of pure gratitude becomes too much for him to handle. “i couldn’t have you eat shit and be out of commission, zeff just might decide to mentor me himself. and no one wants that, right?”
you can’t help but laugh at the dismissive demeanor he was putting on when he’d literally just threatened a man for you. “right.”
he clears his throat. “let’s go get cleaned up then.”
“sorry,” you blurt. “about your suit, i mean. it’s all dirty now.”
he shakes his head. “wasn’t your fault. if anything, i should go force an apology out of that jerk.”
“well, while you do that i’m gonna clean this mess up.”
“no need.” he shoots you a sly wink. “i’ll make him do that too.”
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WEEK THREE.
you find yourself clearing off an empty table on a somewhat slow thursday afternoon when the baratie’s newest guests catch your eye. they look nothing like the stuffy moneybags that frequented the establishment – far from it. in fact, you find yourself having to do a double take when you notice that one of them is wearing overalls. it’s refreshing, you think, occasionally glancing up at them as they settle in.
when you head back to the kitchen to grab menus, you bump into sanji, who’d arrived from his break.
you glance at the clock on the wall. “was that actually only ten minutes? i’m impressed.”
sanji exhales as he does every time he feels sheepish about following the rules. “don’t get used to it.”
you disregard his comment and instead hand him a couple menus. “come on, we’ve got a table.”
he frowns. “i just got back.”
“you’ll live. i think it’ll be a interesting one.”
that was an understatement.
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“welcome to baratie. my name is sanji. what can i get for you?”
sanji’s customer service voice never fails to amuse you. it sounds too forced, too sharp; as if he’s just dying to spew a one-liner or two. you have to admit, though, he’d done pretty well ever since you started letting him take the lead. there was a clear improvement from when you’d first started, a little over two weeks ago.
“one of everything!” the one with the straw hat enthusiastically exclaims.
another, more feminine, voice joins the conversation. “maybe save that for after we find the one piece.”
there’s a brief pause before sanji speaks again, this time in a tone you know all too well. “didn’t see you there, madam. would you care for an aperitif to start? we have several rare micqueot vintages in stock. or perhaps you’d like a glass of umeshu? you know, something sweet for someone sweet.” he ends with a wink.
she cringes. “is there something wrong with your eye?”
you can hear sanji’s smile in his reply. “just blinded by your beauty.”
out of all of sanji’s antics, this somehow feels like the worst one yet. you’re not entirely sure why him blatantly flirting with the woman feels so unbearable but you decide to chalk it up to your professionalism. if any of your fellow waiters flirted with a customer you’d be just as upset… right?
“zeff told me he doesn’t like you terrorizing the female patrons with your flirting so why don’t you knock it off?” you tell sanji, your words carrying an unusual edge to them. “you’re one shitty pick-up line away from a restraining order.”
although you mumble the last part, both sanji and the table seem to pick up on it. your bitterness earns you a surprised tilt of the head from the blonde; it wasn’t like you to have such outbursts, especially not in front of guests.
“relax,” he says, still taken aback. “it’s called working the table. you should try it sometime ‘cause that attitude isn’t gonna get you anywhere.”
a monotonous voice cuts through the tension. “so about those drinks...”
you and sanji pause your discussion to get a look at the face behind the remark. lidded eyes that appear to be permanently hazy return your stare, through lashes so long you can’t help but admire them. the man who they belong to is comfortably splayed out on his side of the booth, calmly observing the two of you. though, it seems like you’ve caught his attention more than anything else. though his gaze seems uninterested, he still effectively studies every inch of you.
sanji seems to pick up the stranger’s staring problem too. he sharply inquires, “is there something on her face?”
the man turns to him once he’s finished sizing you up. “i’m just an observant guy.”
“observe the menu instead, hm?” suddenly, sanji’s tone sounds a lot like yours; irritated and displeased.
“no need.” the green-haired swordsman turns to you. “a beer, please.”
you hold the male’s gaze for a second before nodding. apparently, the eye contact is too prolonged for sanji’s taste because he cuts in, attempting to move things along.
“what about you, madam? anything i can get for you?” you notice he’s using that voice again.
her answer is plain. “water.”
somehow, he manages to complicate it. “still, sparkling, mineral? with ice or without? cubed or crushed?”
“regular water in a regular glass. thanks.”
he beams. “right away.”
“and what about the rest of you?” you ask to impede sanji from asking the woman any more questions.
“two beers,” the one with dark skin says. “i usually have three but–”
“and a milk!” the straw hat adds.
“got it. anything else before we go get those drinks for you?”
a raspy voice speaks up. “do waiters usually come in pairs here?”
you shake your head. “this is a temporary arrangement. he just needed some extra training.”
“that depends on who you ask,” sanji clarifies before narrowing his eyes at the man on the left of the booth. “why do you care anyway, mosshead?”
before you can scold sanji for giving customers rude nicknames, the customer in question swiftly corrects him. “the name’s zoro. i was just curious as to why such a good waiter would be partnered with someone so… incompetent.”
“curious?” scoffs the woman to his left. “since when are you ever curious? about anything other than alcohol, that is.”
“certain things catch my attention once in a while, nami,” he replies, nonchalantly. though he mentions his colleague by name, it’s clear he’s really speaking to you. “it’s just not often that my standards can be met. but when they are, i’m left with no choice but to show a little interest.”
your head tilts at the double meaning his comment carried. though you admire zoro’s ability to be a smooth-talker, you find that that’s where his appeal ends for you.
“high standards, hm? then you’re dining at the wrong place,” spits sanji in an attempt to get zoro’s attention off of you. “only thing that isn’t shitty is the drinks which we’ll be getting for you now, if you’ll excuse us.”
sanji hooks an arm around your shoulder before he spins on his heel and leads you both back to the kitchen. you look over your shoulder, offering the table one of your customer service smiles as an apology for your abrupt exit. sanji’s strides are long and purposeful; he’s angry, you realize. although, you can’t blame him for having such a sour attitude when you yourself aren’t too thrilled either.
you don’t speak to each other for the rest of the shift.
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“you smiled at him.”
you sigh, setting your book face down to glare at sanji who stands in the doorway of the quaint breakroom. “i’m on my break, sanji.”
“so am i,” he retaliates, pulling a stick out of the worn-down cigarette box in his pocket as if to prove it to you.
“so it’s not enough that i’m stuck babysitting you when we’re on the clock? you’re gonna start seeking me out in our free time too?”
he purses his lips. “pretty much.”
his stubbornness is unsurprising but you just aren’t in the mood to tolerate it today, not when he’d worked your nerves earlier with his flirtatious behavior. deep down, you know you only have yourself to blame for getting so unreasonably angered by that. maybe that’s what upsets you most.
you sigh. “just tell me what you want.”
“i want to know why you smiled at that asshole.”
“asshole?” you repeat, laughing. “i know you have a potty mouth but god, take it easy.”
he licks his lips. “see, now you’re defending him. what for? do you know him or something?”
“do i have to?”
“no, but... it would be nice if you did. it would help me understand why he was talkin’ to you like that. all flirty but secretive at the same time. it was like you two had some sort of inside joke.”
“so a man being interested in me is so unfathomable to you that i have to know him or else it’s a joke?” you ask, tone heated.
“no, that’s not–” he groans. “i didn’t mean it like that.”
“what about you and that girl? nami, was it?” you sneer. “if zoro’s considered flirty then i don’t think there’s a word for what you are.”
“you’re mad at me for trying to earn a tip?” he asks, squinting his eyes at you. “you told me to be nicer to customers. i was being nice.”
“you were really selling it,” you scoff.
“don’t believe me?” sanji challenges you. “have you ever seen me flirt with a girl that’s not a customer? a girl that’s not you?”
the words tumble out of his mouth haphazardly, as if they’d been weighing heavy on his mind for a while now. as an attempt to recover — an attempt to make it seem like that admission didn’t mean something, he calmly lights the end of his cigarette. he then brings it to his chapped lips and takes a long drag.
you take the moment to really think about what he’d said. sanji was charming by nature and, of course, he knew that. not only that, but he used it to his advantage. people tended to tip better when he was laying it on thick, that much was true.
however, his second question takes a lot more thought. now that you really think about it, you realize he’s right. you’d never seen sanji flirt with another waiter or member of the staff. you were the only waitress he spoke to that way. the realization makes you feel warm in the face.
“i don’t just flirt with you, you know. i do so much more. remember that plate trick you taught me? i practiced for nights on end ‘til i could do it with my eyes closed. and i don’t tell customers how brainless they sound half the time because i know you don’t like it.”
you only watch as he paces back and forth, rattling off these thoughts that have clearly been plaguing him.
“you still never flirt back, though,” he continues, quietly. “lately i’ve been starting to think that you don’t actually like me at all. that’s the only reason i was being like that at the table. i knew i was only kiddin’ myself but still, i wanted to see if there was a small chance you cared.”
“i…” it’s all you can say. seeing this raw, insecure side of him has left you truly speechless.
he fiddles his cig between his fingers. “listen, i wouldn’t blame you if—”
you finally find your voice. “i like you.”
his voice trails off, engrossed in every word you speak. it’s a simple three words and yet he’s attentive as he waits for more to be said.
you begin to ramble, “i like your passion for the things you care about. i like how you always say what you think. i like that you always have my back. sanji, i… really do like you.”
he gives you a weak smile. “that’s nice, sweetheart, but i don’t think you like me the way i like you.”
“just because i don’t flirt much doesn’t mean i can’t have feelings for you, idiot.”
his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly, processing your words. “you— feelings?” there’s a pause. “good ones, right?”
you can’t help but giggle. “yes, good ones. sure as hell not the ones from three weeks ago.”
he joins you with a laugh of his own, which sounds wobblier than usual. he pulls out a chair next to you, as if this moment has left him so shaken up that he needs to sit down. “who would’ve thought? god, i… i can’t believe it.”
“i’ve never heard you stutter so much,” you tell him, tucking a thin strand of blonde hair behind his ear. when your fingers graze against the skin, it’s warm to the touch. cute, you think.
“i just never expected you to give me a chance.”
“a chance? to do what, exactly?” you prod.
he straightens up. “to make you mine.”
your breath hitches in your throat. “sanji—”
“i’m not going to ask anything of you just yet. i think we should take our time. i want to show you that i can be exclusively devoted to you before we go any further. it’s only fair.”
your heart thumps wildly in your chest at the sincerity behind his words. “you’re willing to wait just to prove yourself to me?”
he nods, taking one of your hands and squeezing it. his dedication required no words.
“so that means no more flirting with the female patrons? even when i’m not there beside you?”
he shrugs as if it’s common sense. “if there’s no pretty waitress i want to make jealous then i don’t see a need to flirt.”
you nudge his shoulder. “and what about your tips?”
“small price to pay.”
satisfied with his answers, you lean in and give him a quick kiss on the cheek; it feels giddy and spontaneous. sanji’s palm instinctively comes up to rest on the spot where your lips had been. he grins before attempting to speak—
a thick, husky accent shakes the walls. what makes it more terrifying is that it’s calling both yours and sanji’s names.
“break time’s over! get your asses back out there and wait some tables, now!”
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𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 | E. Landry
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Part Two / Part Three
Summary: Seeing the Core Four years after an explosive argument ended your friendship brought about plenty of unwelcome emotions—can you let the past go or has your plan for healing old wounds gone too far?
Pairings: Chad Meeks-Martin x ex!reader, Ethan Landry x reader, Ethan Landry x brat!reader, Ghostface!reader
Warnings: manipulation, cheating, mentions of blood and violence, colorful language, sexual situations, smutty language, gaslighting
*based on “Feather” by Sabrina Carpenter*
***
Oh it’s like that
I’m your dream come true, when it’s on a platter for you
Then you pull back
When I try to make plans more than two hours in advance
Your manicured fingers curled around the mic as you sang. This song was old, years old even, and still the energy around performing it tonight made it feel brand new.
Having gigs here and there at bars and clubs in New York had been your ticket out of Woodsboro ever since you were able to move out on your own. Singing was a passing hobby while you were in school at NYU, something that brought extra excitement and attention to you when classes were over and labs were finished. There was something about having people love you, travel to see you and hear you perform that made your heart burst.
I slam the door
I hit ignore
I'm saying no, no, no, no, more
I got you blocked after this, an after thought
I finally cut you off
You knew exactly where the craving for attention began and as much as you hated the acknowledgment, you had to thank him just a little bit.
Who else would have broken your heart so intensely that you sought the comfort of strangers screaming your name?
Your eyes flicker to the back of the club, the gaggle of people coming in sending shockwaves through your core.
I feel so much lighter, like a feather with you off my mind
Floating through the memories, like whatever, you’re a waste of time
“Did you see the name of the headliner when we were coming in?” Tara asked her friends as they entered the club. It was some new place that had been open for about a month. Ethan suggested they should go to hang out and blow off some steam from classes.
Chad turned around to face her. “I saw it too but I didn’t want to say anything…” He trailed off, shrugging his shoulders as he tried to save face. “A lot of people have that name, right? I mean what are the odds that it’s her?”
Sam shook her head. “But how many people have that name and sing that we know of?”
“Oh, yeah no, it’s her.” Mindy moved her brother’s head in the direction of the stage. The girl they hadn’t seen in years was smiling while she sang. A glimmer in her eye as her voice reverberated through the space.
A stark difference from how she left them.
Your signals are mixed
You act like a bitch
You fit every stereotype, send a pic
Ethan raised a brow. “Her?” He questioned cluelessly. “What about her?”
“We kinda … have a history with Y/N.” Tara fiddled with her fingers, taking a deep breath as she tried to explain what happened.
The curly haired boy took a look at Chad, his eyes softening when he saw his roommate was less than pleased. If anything, he looked nervous. “Oh … shit. Is that the ex you were telling me about?” He asked, being met with a guilty nod. “I mean we don’t have to stay. If I would have known—”
“No, no it’s fine.” Chad waved it off. “It’s high school stuff. I seriously doubt that Y/N is still hung up on that.”
I feel so much lighter, like a feather with you out my life
With you out my life
Like a feather, like a feather, like a feather
Anika rolled her eyes. “Okay well since we’re staying can we move closer up? We’re blocking the entranceway.” She grabbed Mindy’s hand carefully, tugging her through the crowd of people while everyone followed.
“Anika I … hey.” Mindy stopped halfway into the crowd. Her girlfriend turned to see her anxiously, being met with big worried eyes. “You don’t understand. We were terrible to her.”
Sam sighed. “Well I hope she and I don’t have bad blood. I wasn’t even in town when that happened.”
“Okay I’m still not fully understanding what happened here.” Ethan pushed his way through the crowd, being jostled around by dancing fans. “I know Chad cheated on her but what does that have to do with the rest of you?”
Anika scrunched her face in disgust. “You cheated on that girl?”
“I was a dumbass kid, okay!” He shouted over the music in defense. “I got caught and everyone took my side.”
Tara protested. “We didn’t take your side exactly—”
“Well we didn’t defend her, so what do we call that?” Mindy snapped. “We let Liv into our friend group and none of us checked on Y/N or even talked to her for the rest of high school. To be fair, she did say hell would freeze over before she would talk to us again.”
It feels so good
Not caring where you are tonight
And it feels so good
Not pretending to like the wine you like
You spotted them making their way through the crowd. Them going back and forth with each other, no doubt about you and actually seeing you for the first time in years.
The wandering spotlight was making its way through the fans, falling on the group as they stood there in shock. You smiled, tiptoeing in your white go-go boots to the edge of the stage. Squatting down with the top of your rhinestone corset brushing against your breasts, you waved at the Core Four and their new friends with your free hand.
I slam the door
I hit ignore
I'm saying no, no, no, no more
I got you blocked
Excited to never talk
You clutched the mic tightly, chest rising in excitement at seeing their faces again. How scared they looked being in your presence. Turning your body, you stared Chad down, the catalyst for this song.
I, I'm so sorry for your loss
Everyone knew what happened to Liv last year. As wrong as it felt, you didn't shed any tears or feel sadness for the loss of her life. The only thing you thought about was how grateful you were that you decided against going to that party. While you did like Wes and he was the only one to check on you, even when you pushed him away, seeing Chad and Liv together would have sent you over the edge.
Seeing them wrapped in each other at school was more than enough.
With a wink, you got up from the edge of the stage. Working your way throughout the space as the spotlight followed, you wrapped up your song.
Tara furrowed her brows. "Did she .. wink at you?" She asked Chad, shouting over the music.
The Meeks-Martin boy shook his head, his eyes cutting over to his roommate. "I think she just winked at you, Bro." He said to Ethan.
"New York!" You laughed into the mic. "You have been amazing tonight. Thank you for all of the love. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some old friends I want to catch up with."
With the assistance of some club bouncers, you strutted off of the stage and through the back entranceway. Slipping through the crowd of people, you headed for the bar, waving over your ex boyfriend.
A group of guys parted and allowed you to slip through to the front of the bar. You could feel them taking a peek at your ass poking out from your ruffle mini skirt and you stifled an eye roll. "Can I get a shot of patron?" You grinned at the bartender, ready to flash your fake ID if you needed to.
"I got it."
You heard his voice behind you. What was once nails on a chalkboard made you grin devilishly. "Well it's the least you could do, hmm?" You turned around, leaning against the wooden bar and looking him up and down. "Never expected to see you guys at one of my shows...and you brought friends." You gestured at the two people looking at you confused and lost.
"I'm Anika." The girl smiled. "Mindy's girlfriend."
The curly haired boy looked between his friends, everyone waiting for him to speak. "Oh! Oh, um, I'm Ethan. Chad's roommate." He chuckled nervously.
"Sorry to hear that." You pout, pretending as if this is your first time meeting him.
Ethan dragging everyone to this bar wasn't by chance, not in the slightest. His act was one that he and Quinn carefully crafted for the last year...your addition to the plan was simply by luck or maybe kismet. Tracking you down was easy since you lived in the same city. Using his intel that Amber gave his late brother, he knew what made you tick. He knew that Chad had cheated on you with Liv, leaving your friends to abandon you for the rest of your high school career.
You were alone, heartbroken, and to his advantage ... you knew how to hold a fucking grudge.
Teaming up with you to exact revenge on the people that aided in the death of his brother was more than he could have imagined. Not only did you know how to play the long game, you saw something in Ethan that you hadn't seen in anyone since Chad. You liked him.
You liked him a lot actually.
Enough to have the nastiest sex whenever he would come over to your apartment. Spitting in your mouth, spanking you, handcuffing you to your bed frame and fucking you until you begged him to allow you to cum.
Ethan Landry was your dream come true ... but right now, he had to be a stranger.
Turning your attention to the shortest member of the group, you smiled softly. "You look good, T, nice to see you."
Mindy took a deep breath, guilt eating at her since she stepped foot into the club. "Y/N, we are so so—"
"Christ, please do not finish that." You laughed lowly. Turning your body to grab the shot of patron with lime, you face the group again. "It was sophomore year, we were kids, Mindy. It's so small and trivial to still be stuck on that stuff. Not with everything else going on..." Lifting your shot glass you toasted it to them, taking the clear liquid down your throat with no grimace.
Alcohol had become your best friend during tough times.
"So, are we cool then?" Tara asked, taking a small step forward.
You meet her in the middle, extending your arms out and inviting her in. "I've wanted us to be okay for so long." She hugs the girl tightly, Tara rubbing her back as she let her guard down. Looking past your lashes, your gaze landed on Chad. "I'd like to talk to you in private if you're okay with that?" You asked the boy, letting go of the younger Carpenter.
"Yeah." He nodded. You grabbed his hand, rougher from what you remember. Must be from how much football he played back at Woodsboro High.
You stopped in your tracks, wide eyes glancing at the newcomers you recently made acquaintance with. "It was nice to meet you, Ethan and Anika! Thank you for coming to the show and hopefully we'll see more of each other."
With a grin you left the group, Chad following behind you as you walked out of the club and to a nearby alley. There were still people passing by, drunk and loud from the strip of bars on the street. It was enough to give Chad a false sense of security.
You hadn't been alone with him since everyone turned their backs on you.
"How could you do that to me?" You asked Chad. Standing in front of him with tears running down your cheeks. Eyes bloodshot from crying all night. "And did you know?" You turned to Mindy, her mouth agape from shock.
You were all at Amber's house...well they were, you showed up once you saw everyone’s location was pinged at the familiar hangout spot.
The girl shook her head violently. "I didn't know, Y/N, I swear."
"Why is everybody looking at me like I'm crazy?" You asked your friends.
Tara frowned. "Well you're screaming, Y/N--"
"And I think I have every right to be upset, do I not?" You hissed. "My boyfriend of two years has been cheating on me for three months and yet I'm the bad guy here. You're supposed to be my friend, Tara, why aren't you on my side?"
Amber spoke up, slowly approaching you but you shook your head violently. "I think this is a conversation you and Chad need to have, alone."
"We feel weird being put in the middle." Wes chimed in, guilty eyes looking back at you.
You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath as you processed what you heard. "The middle?" You repeated. "Nobody is putting you in the middle, I'm asking for your support. You know, what friends do for each other when something goes wrong."
"This isn't their fight, Y/N." Chad stood up, inching closer towards you as he held his arms out. Trying to comfort you and calm you down from the scene you were making.
You pushed him off of you, side-eyeing the boy you still had so much love for against your better judgement. "Well it is now, because it sounds like to me I'm losing my friends. They're choosing you and your dumbass behavior."
"We won't choose a side—” Tara interjected.
You chuckled dryly. "He's going to bring that girl around you. All of you, matter of fact. Are you going to welcome her with open arms or give her the cold shoulder?"
Your question was met with silence. Wandering eyes looking everywhere but at you, because they knew, they knew what they were doing was wrong. No one had a backbone to put a stop to the madness ... but you did.
"Mindy?" You turned to the curly haired girl, looking for her to speak up. To be the voice of reason since she was so outspoken.
She sighed. "He's my brother, Y/N."
You laughed in her face. What in your right mind made you think you were going to win this? That anything was going to work out in your favor against Woodsboro's golden boy. You stepped in front of your ex boyfriends body, eyes trailing up his torso until his gaze met yours.
"It's exhausting watching you always get what you want. One of these days karma will put you on your ass and I hope I'm there to witness it." You spat, heart ready to beat out of your chest anxiously. "And for everybody else that had nothing to say, it'll be a cold day in hell before I speak to any of you fuckheads again."
"You're not cold?" You ex boyfriend asked, motioning towards your lack of clothing in your performance outfit.
You shook your head. "I'm fine, it was too stuffy in there anyways and I needed some air." You shrugged. Taking a step closer to him you looked around, appearing weary of who or what could be out there. "How are you, Chad?"
The question was genuine, you did want to know how he had been holding up since Ghostface entered his life. So that way you would know how to fuck it up even more.
"I've been well." He smiled. That damn smile that got you tangled in his web in the first place. "I had a rough year last year with...everything, so it's nice to get back to some sense of normal."
You gently touched his arm, big eyes staring up at him as he almost shuddered against your touch. "I'm really sorry about Liv." You lied. If you could have killed her yourself you would have. "You can talk to me about her if you need to. I understand she meant a lot to you and I just--" You trailed off, sniffling as tears welled in your eyes. "I hate that you all had to go through that."
"Hey. Hey, no, it's okay." Chad pulled your body into his. Comforting you the way that he used to whenever you were upset.
He still smelled the same. The Polo cologne you introduced him to was wafting on his body. There were so many things similar to how he used to be. His laugh, his touch, how he tried to make things better. But even with all of these similarities, everything had changed. He broke your trust and your heart, and no amount of time could fix that.
"I'm sorry for how things went down between us." You cried into his shirt. Your hand resting on his chest as he pulled you closer. "I said so many nasty things I ... I keep thinking that could have been the last time we spoke to each other. You almost died."
The tall boy sighed against you. He grabbed your arms softly, lifting your body away from his and looking at you intensely. "No. You have nothing to apologize for, Y/N. All of that was my fault because I was an idiot." He said sincerely. "I treated you terribly when we were together and never had the chance to apologize and tell you how sorry I am for what I did."
"Well, I really appreciate it." You sniffled, an actual truth coming from your lips. "Can we start over? I go to NYU for school so I think we'll be seeing each other a lot."
Chad grinned. "I'd like that." He extended a hand, awaiting for you to take it. "Hi, I'm Chad and I'd like for you to come with my friends and I to a Halloween party next weekend."
"I'm Y/N and I think that we would have a lot of fun together, like old times." You shook his hand. A smile creeping onto your lips no matter how much you tried to suppress it.
He led you out of the alley, making sure you were walking on the inside of the sidewalk like a true gentleman. You never expected to receive an apology from him in your lifetime and now that you had it, it still didn't change anything. Part of you did feel a bit lighter, some of your animosity melting away by just looking at him and feeling his body against yours.
But nothing changed.
The plan was still the plan, adjusting or amending any of it was a call you couldn't make, everyone who had a hand in Woodsboro last year had to die.
And you were promised Chad and Tara were yours to handle.
But even then, what was the fun in just killing them? You deserved to enjoy stalking your prey.
As the night grew darker and darker, you returned to your on-campus apartment. It was easy for Ethan to sneak away and meet you since Chad was staying over at Tara's, a new relationship development that you would make sure didn't make it far.
Your curly headed boy-toy took off your go-go boots. Kissing your feet and legs as he crawled onto your bed. "This outfit is incredibly sexy." His hand rounded the outline of your breast as it was pushed up in the corset. "Took everything in me not to fuck you in the club bathroom."
"Oh please." You rolled your eyes. "And run the risk of fucking up what we worked so hard for? You know I wouldn't let that happen. You have to stop thinking with this." You palmed his dick through his grey sweatpants. "Keep your eyes on the prize."
Ethan huffed. "And how do you expect me to be logical when you look like this?" He kissed your neck, fingers hovering over your throat.
Your eyes rolled in your head, back beginning to arch but you shoved him off of you. "We need to exercise restraint. I'm about to be around your friend group a lot and it's not hard to tell when two people are having sex. We're strangers remember?" You began unraveling the ties in your corset, the tight material falling off of your body and pooling at your feet and exposing your breasts. "Plus, once I say what I'm about to say. I doubt you'll want to continue this little arrangement."
"What is it, Y/N?" He asked, his eyes glued to your tits until you snapped your fingers.
You pouted, walking over to him in nothing but your ruffle skirt. "I have to fuck Chad one last time before I kill him." You grinned sweetly. "The betrayal and heartbreak I felt ... I want him to feel it ten times over. Regardless of what he and Tara have, I know he still has feelings for me."
"Yeah, he couldn't take his fucking eyes off of you tonight." Ethan scoffed. "I don't know how I feel about sharing you, Baby."
You cocked your head to the side. "I'm sorry for the confusion, but, it wasn't up for debate ... Baby." You repeated. "I'm telling you as a simple courtesy. I'm going to fuck him and then he's going to die. It's quite simple really."
Getting off of your bed, you head to your closet. Grabbing a black tank top and throwing it over your body, then taking off your skirt and throwing it to the floor. Excitement was buzzing in your veins, better than any post concert high you had ever felt.
"Everything that they put me through. The humiliation, the alienation, the disrespect...they never learned what happens when you cross me." Staring in the mirror, Ethan's hard gaze was stuck on you. You turned around, fluffing your hair and embracing the control you had over him. Stepping closer and closer to your bed once more, you continued to speak.
"I love that I have you to help me. That you found me and helped me find my voice again. Trust me, Ethan, when all of this is over ... you'll have me in any way you want. But until then," You straddled his body, his cock pressed hard against your core. You held his face in your hands, kissing his soft pink lips and getting your gloss all over them. "We have to decide Halloween costumes for next weekend. I think a knight would be a really sexy costume, hmm?"
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Dead on Main Part 9
My apology for the earlier mishap. Hope you like it!
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A few hours later, a fourth of the way home, they start arguing about who should drive the next shift. There seem to be two main arguments. The first is between Dick and Bruce on whether Bruce even needs a break.The second is between Dick and Tim about who should take over for Bruce.
Bruce has been driving for four hours, and it’s now about midnight, so he should take a break to sleep. Dick had napped for about an hour after the panicked stop when Jason’s ectoplasm had gone haywire, and he was the only one who had slept so far. He’s winning the argument between him and Bruce. Because he was the only one who had napped so far, and apparently Tim had been awake for a terrible amount of time, Dick is also winning the argument between him and Tim.
Danny is pretty sure even sleep deprived most people would drive better than his father, and he doesn’t have a driver’s license so he keeps quiet. It’s funny how intense they get in their arguments without ever becoming serious. Danny appreciates that no matter how intense they get there’s never any anger in their voices.
“Tim, you haven’t slept more than five hours in the last two days, you are not driving this car. There is no way you are driving this car. Neither of us are going to let you.”
“Bruce has been awake for 23 hours straight!” Tim argues.
“Which is why Bruce should also not be driving anymore!”
“Tim you are definitely not driving, go to sleep. Dick, If we switch drivers we have to stop and we can’t afford to stop and waste time. We’ll switch drivers when we need gas next.” Bruce states rationally. Danny thinks this is a good argument really.
“If we crash and die we’ll also waste time.” Tim points out, sulking.
“Switching drivers will take all of two seconds and so help me If I am not driving in the next two minutes I am commandeering the radio for the rest of the trip and you know neither of you will be able to stop me.”
Danny isn’t sure why that is so serious of a threat, but that shut both Bruce and Tim up immediately. Bruce pulls over and they do a quick seating change. Since Bruce and Tim need to sleep so one of them can drive later, Danny switches into the passenger seat while Dick slips into the driver's seat. That way Bruce and Tim can stretch out in the back.
“What do you listen to that they dislike so much?” Danny asks a little later. Danny can’t tell if either of them are sleeping, but neither of them have moved at all in the last ten minutes. He’s quiet just in case.
“I mean, I like a lot of music. They just know that I can put on circus music for hours. I grew up in a circus, so I'll even enjoy doing it. It annoys them after like three songs at most though.”
Danny has a moment where all he can think of is Freakshow’s circus, but he shakes it off.
“Did all of you grow up in the circus?” Danny could have sworn Bruce was more like Vlad. Grew up wealthy, ran a business (less illegally, he thinks, but that's not hard considering), and went to parties and stuff. Dick laughs at his question.
“No, only me, I’m afraid.” Dick glances at the back seat, before refocusing on the road. “Bruce adopted all of us, except for Damian. But even Damian grew up with his mother before coming to live with Bruce. So all of us have very different upbringings actually. Circus for me. Jason was next, he had a hard life before Bruce found him, and after too. He’s been through a lot. Tim had rich parents, they loved him but weren't around much. Duke was adopted after his parents died but he was raised by both of them, he had the most normal life growing up.”
“Tim and Damian both found Bruce more than the other way around. Damian’s mom… loves him a lot, but she was in a dangerous situation and wanted Damian to be safe. So she dropped him off with us.” You could hear the love in Dick’s voice as he spoke about his family.
“Your family seems happy. Nice. I mean, you all dropped everything to drive me home. I appreciate it.” Danny thought carefully for a moment, he didn't want to learn too much second hand. He'd rather get to know Jason personally. But some things only family can tell you. “Do you think Jason and I will get along? From what I've heard I know we have similar senses of humor, at least relating to our own deaths. And, well, we have that experience to bond over. But our lives seem like they've been very different.”
Dick’s face softens. “I think that Jason has spent his whole life fighting. For anything and everything. He's not going to stop now. You guys’ll figure it out.”
Danny looks at him. “Have you met your soulmate?”
Dick’s whole face lights up. “I have. We knew each other before the switch, but.. it was still a lot of drama and awkwardness at first. I think Bruce almost had a heart attack when it happened, and then an aneurysm when he found out who it was. That was hilarious.”
Dick glances at Danny, saw him biting his lip and twisting his hands together, eyes in his lap. “We had met, but we still had a lot to learn about each other. Getting to know him has been one of the best parts of my life. He’s my best friend.”
Dick reaches over and ruffles Danny’s hair. “Why don't you try to sleep Danny. You'll be meeting him soon.”
Danny nodded, giving Dick a light smile and settling himself into his chair.
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No Bone Zone
Dustin Henderson has a sister who thinks it's unfair his older friends are so attractive.
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Words: 4.8K Author's Note: Stranger Things AU - Lets just pretend that Steve and Carol are still in school, only Steve is the Steve we all know and love, and Carol is still a harpy.
When your father met Claudia Henderson, you had only been two years old.
The story goes that your birth mother had thought she snagged herself the perfect man, but your father had a wandering eye, and she was a very jealous woman. So, when you were born, she left you in his capable hands and took off without a word. Enter Claudia Henderson who then fell for the struggling, single father schtick. She hadn't known what she was getting into when dating your father, but she quickly found out after she fell pregnant. This time it was your father who left, leaving Claudia to fend for herself.
It took a few years to realize you had a little brother, and when you did it took a lot of crying and tantrums to get your father to contact Claudia. He reluctantly told her you wanted to meet your brother, but since the two of you had school, it would have to wait until summer. So, one week out of the summer, Claudia Henderson would keep you in Hawkins so you could get to know your only sibling.
Over the years, you and Dustin kept in contact over the phone when he was old enough to know how to use a phone. You shared your interests with one another, telling each other all about your school experiences. You were more on the popular side of the spectrum, whereas your little brother was a total nerd and very unpopular. He admitted it hurt when other kids picked on him and you apologized for calling him a nerd, but he assured you he didn't mind it when you said it because you said it with affection.
The older you got, the more your father pulled away. Since you were old enough to take care of yourself, he treated you more like a houseguest and less like a daughter. And after one too many arguments with his late-night visitors, you called up Claudia to ask if you could finish your last year of school in Hawkins. She listened to what had been going on and immediately told you to pack your belongings. She and Dustin would make sure the room you normally used for one week out of the year would be ready for you to move into.
Dustin was more than happy to have you go to school with him but was wary of introducing you to his friends since you were on completely different sides of the popular spectrum. You promised he didn't have to do that, and he could go about his days as if you weren't there. You wouldn't hold it against him, but you would still keep an eye on him from afar because that's what big sisters did.
For the first week at Hawkins High, you pasted on a smile and took in your surroundings. You kept your word to Dustin and stayed far, but not too far away. Then when you were comfortable knowing who was who in school, you tried out for the cheer team. It was a no-brainer that the girls voted you onto the team after seeing how quickly you could pick up routines and perform the perfect tumbles, and in no time, you found yourself at the top of the totem pole where you belonged.
Over the weeks you noticed Dustin had two separate groups of friends- one who called themselves the Hellfire Club and another who consisted of a band geek, an ex-king, a creep photographer, an ex-princess and two freshmen females. The Hellfire Club made sense, but the second group was all over the place. You, however, didn't question it and were just glad Dustin had friends who looked out for him.
Unfortunately, your brother's friends consisted mostly of males. There were four females in his social circle, but none of them were as confrontational as you hoped they would be.
So, when you see Carol Perkins purposely bump into your brother and knock his tray from his hand one day, and then cruelly make remarks towards him that have his shoulders raising in embarrassment, you're up and out of your seat. Half the cafeteria had quieted when Dustin's tray clattered to the floor and then the other half quieted when you practically skipped towards the duo, your cheerleader skirt swishing from side to side.
"Hi." You beam at Carol, letting your smile lure her into a false sense of security as you come to a stop next to Dustin. From the corner of your eye, you see his shoulders droop in relief. "We haven't met yet. I'm YN LN," you tell the girl.
"Okay. And..?" Her nose wrinkles as if in distaste and your gaze goes steely.
"And I'm gonna need to apologize to Henderson here," you say. She barks out a laugh, head thrown back in amusement. A few others start to laugh along with her, but a majority smartly remain quiet as you continue to stare her down. Your smile falls and you take a step closer to her, lowering your voice and clasping your hands behind your back. It would do no one any good if you were to strike out at the female bully. "Listen, Carol, I couldn't care less about who you pick on, but you just pulled this stunt on my little brother. Now apologize, publicly, or I will make your life a living hell." The girl's smile slowly vanishes and you see her glance at Dustin a little fearfully. You slowly smirk then. "You see, I pick locks for fun. It'd probably take me a week, give or take a day or two, before I open up that closet of yours and air out all your dirty laundry. You wouldn't want that, would you, Carol?"
"You- you wouldn't."
"Oh, I would. And I'd do it with a smile on my face," you tell her a little too sweetly. When she still makes no move to apologize, you ask, "Who do you think the school's gonna rally behind? The cheerleader that everyone adores or the girl that everyone makes fun of because your middle school sweetheart is railing other girls behind your back?" She gasps and you chuckle darkly. "I might be the new girl but figuring out everyone's dirty little secrets was way too easy in your podunk little town."
Her eyes widen and she takes a few steps back. Glancing at Dustin, she says, "Sorry," before rushing away.
You smile as you watch her go, turning on your heel to follow her and then laugh when she smacks away her boyfriend's hands when he tries to check if she's okay. Then when you realize the cafeteria is still too quiet, you huff. "What?" You feign innocence. "The girl had tummy issues. It's not my fault she had to race to the bathroom."
As some of your peers laugh and the rest go back to what they were doing before Carol interrupted their lunch hour, you look back at Dustin. He's grinning at you, and you roll your eyes while reaching out to ruffle his curls. But before either of you can say anything, someone is clearing their throat.
"New friend, Henderson?" Eddie Munson is grinning behind Dustin, though his guarded gaze tells you he's trying to figure out whether your appearance is with good intentions or you were about to pick on his little sheep as well since he couldn't hear the whole conversation between you and Carol. "I didn't know Hawkins had a decent cheerleader."
"Decent?" You mock gasp, clasping your hands over your heart as if swooning. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Munson." You wink, Eddie gapes, and Dustin groans as he turns so he can see both of you.
"Please don't flirt with my friend."
You chuckle softly. "Then tell you friend to stop being so cute." Eddie's expression flickers from shocked to surprised to smug in about two seconds flat while the rest of the Hellfire table go dead silent in shock. "Now if you boys will excuse me, I got three tires to slash. Carol does not get to pick on my little brother and get away with it."
Eddie hops back a step, smirking and bending slightly at the waist as he sweeps his arm out for you to go.
"Brother?!"
"Since when does Henderson have a goddamn sister?!"
You smirk at the chaos you've just created and Dustin groans yet again. Laughing, you pinch his cheek, but before you can get too far away, Eddie asks, "Wait. Three tires? Why not all four?"
"Because insurance will cover four tires, but not three for some reason." You shrug. "I slash only three and Carol will have to pay out of pocket."
"You're diabolical," Eddie then realizes, smiling wide. "Marry me."
"No. Nope. Not happening." Dustin starts pushing you away and you wiggle your fingers in departure. As you're passing the other table with his second group of friends, you laugh at their surprised expressions. Dustin sighs, stops, and quickly introduces you. "Guys, this is YN. She's my sister." He then shoves you aside. "Now off you go. If you need an alibi, let me know."
"Will do, baby bro." Then raising your voice so those around you can hear, you say, "And if anyone gives you any trouble, come to me. I'll set them straight."
You leave the cafeteria with your fellow peers whispering about the new information you just dropped on them, happy with the chaos you no doubt just created. You expect some to not take a liking to the fact that you're related to someone in the Hellfire Club, but you're more than ready for the backlash.
You're a little surprised that it doesn't take long to be cornered by Jason Carver and his basketball goons, but you surprise them right back by not cowering to his intensity. He calls you a freak lover and a cult member and that you don't deserve to wear the school colors. You laugh in his face, press back into his personal space and tell him the same thing you'd told Carol. You match his intensity and promise all sorts of problems for anyone messing with your brother and his friends.
"You're psycho," he realizes as he watches you go from sweet to angry and back to sweet.
"And don't you forget it," you tell him. "Your final year at Hawkins High can be easy peasy, Carver, so long as you stop being a dick. If I see or even hear about you bullying the Hellfire club, we're gonna have problems." He scoffs and you chuckle. "Don't believe me? Just keep an eye on Carol Perkins. You'll learn."
You go about your day as if it were any other day, answering questions here and there to those curious about your relationship to Dustin. The cheerleaders don't really have a problem about who you associate with and you're majorly shocked when Jason's own girlfriend, Chrissy Cunningham, explains how relieved she is that someone finally stuck up for the Hellfire Club. She's heard numerous rumors about the club and a connection to satanic worship, so she's greatly relieved when you explain to her exactly what Dungeons and Dragons actually is.
Then at the end of the day, you skip to your car without a care in the world and mentally cackle when you see Carol being consoled by her bully of a boyfriend as a tow truck loads up her car with three flat tires. You catch Jason's eye then, winking as he gapes between the scene of the crime and your seemingly innocent self.
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Over the next couple of weeks, you slowly let your authentic self bleed in with your cheerleader persona. Gone are the pastels, your girl next door vibe is edgier than anyone had anticipated, and you take great pleasure in the jocks not knowing what to think of you. Jason and his little band of bullies still openly sneer at you and the others they deem different, but they never make Carol's mistake of getting physical.
Then again, Jason's open hostility could be because Chrissy becomes your best friend and publicly smiles at or greets those in Hellfire Club that her boyfriend once tormented.
During Christmas break, Claudia's sister has an accident and needs help around her house. She doesn't like the idea of leaving Dustin during the holiday break, but you persuade her to go- much to Dustin's excitement- while you keep an eye on things in Hawkins. She's unsure of leaving the both of you, but you assure her everything will be okay. And then once she's gone, you and Dustin start making plans since you have the house to yourselves.
"I'm gonna see if Hellfire wants to continue our current campaign here since mom's gone."
"That's fine. I'll probably have Chrissy over for a sleepover. Poor girl needs to get out more."
"Cool."
So that's how you find yourself in your room later that evening, cleaning up and piling pillows and blankets on an air mattress on the floor so your friend has a comfortable place to sleep. Dustin and his friends have been downstairs for hours, the rambunctious bunch being louder than you anticipated, but it brought a smile to your face knowing your little brother found a place to belong.
After a while, you turn off your radio and realize it's a little too quiet.
Heading downstairs and peeking into the den, you're surprised to see Dustin collecting empty bowls and glasses, and Eddie stowing away items from the game they just played. "Hey, losers." Both look up, causing you to grin as you lean against the den archway. "Where'd everyone go?"
"Gone. Campaign ended early," your brother says. "Why? What's up?"
"Nothing. I'm about to go pick up Chrissy, some food, and a movie. I was going to see if anyone wanted to stick around, but I guess I'm too late." Dustin looks surprised that you'd include his friends and then your gaze darts to Eddie. Arching an eyebrow at him, you ask, "You in?"
"Depends. What's the movie?" He wonders.
"Goonies."
"And food?" Dustin then asks.
"Pizza."
"What about dessert?" Eddie muses.
You chuckle, making it obvious that you're looking him up and down as you bite the bottom corner of your lip. "Me hopefully."
Eddie's jaw drops open in surprise as Dustin groans. "You're disgusting!" Then out of nowhere, he produces a water bottle and spritzes it at you. "Stop hitting on my friends."
You flinch, looking at your brother in shock before both you and Eddie erupt with laughter. As Dustin continues to try and spritz you, you dodge the stream of water. "It's not my fault! You're supposed to have friends who look like gangly Wheeler and bashful Byers!" You hide behind Eddie, using him as a shield. "You're not supposed to have friends who look like Eddie or Steve or hell, even Robin. It's not fair to my hormones!"
"Your hormones need to be locked up tight!"
Laughing, you run out from behind Eddie and out of reach from Dustin and the spray bottle. "Okay. Fine. No hooking up with your friends."
"Damn," Eddie mumbles, which earns him a quick spritz of water as well. He yelps and you continue to giggle.
"Okay, okay. Serious time here," you say while calming down. "Are you boys good with pepperoni or do you have any special requests?"
"Get a meat lovers," Dustin says.
Eddie shrugs. "I'm good with whatever."
"Alright. You boys wash the dishes from your game night, and I'll be back with Chrissy and food."
Eddie watches you go with a smile, still not moving even after the front door closes at your departure. It isn't until Dustin spritzes him with water yet again does he startle from his mental musing. "What?"
"Don't even think about it. That's my sister, man."
He rolls his eyes, but smirks nonetheless. "Can you blame me? Your sister's hot, Henderson." Dustin raises the water bottle again and Eddie's hands fly up in surrender. "Chill out. Besides, it's all just fun and games. I'd be a lucky guy if your sister meant everything she said. But even if she did, I doubt she'd do that to you. Hell, I wouldn't even do that to you. You were my friend first. I get she's off limits. Whatever's going on between us is just for laughs."
"Yeah, yeah." Dustin stows the bottle away, sighing. "Help me clean up and make the living room cozy. The Goonies is her favorite movie so don't be surprised if she recites her favorite parts."
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One right after the other, you and Chrissy walk into Family Video still giggling. You had told her about Dustin spritzing you and Eddie like you were cats in heat, and she found it absolutely hilarious. Her laughter set off your laughter and you just couldn't stop.
"You girls are cutting it awfully close," Steve calls out. "We're closing in twenty minutes."
As you glance up, you see him wiping down the counter while Robin restocks the candy shelves. "Heya, Harrington. I already know what I'm looking for, so it'll only take a sec."
Chrissy is still giggling as you grab her by the wrist, tugging her towards where you know various copies of the Goonies reside. Grabbing one, you then tug her back towards the front counter.
When Steve sees what you're renting, he huffs a laugh. "Again?"
"Yep." You hand him the movie. "Chris has never seen it. I don't think Eddie has either."
"Munson?" Steve's brow furrows as he enters the movie information into your account. "Are you having a movie night or something?"
"Yeah. You and Robin should come if you're up to it," you tell him. You then glance at Robin when her head whips in your direction. "It's just gonna be me, Chris, Eddie and Dustin. After we leave here, we're gonna go pick up some pizzas."
"Dustin's mom is letting everyone hang so late at night?"
"Claudia's gone for the next few days," you tell her, grinning. When you hear the cash register make a noise, you quickly glance at Steve to see that Chrissy's paid for the movie. You roll your eyes but let her have this win. "So, are you guys in or not?"
"Uh yeah. I don't have any plans," Steve says. "Robin?"
"I'm in too. I like the Goonies."
"Excellent." You grin. "I'm picking up two pizzas- a meat lovers and pepperoni. Are you guys good with that or do you want something else?"
"I, uh, I actually like supreme," Steve says.
"Same," Robin sheepishly admits.
"That's fine. I can pick up a third," you tell them.
"And don't worry about drinks. Steve's got it," Robin says.
You laugh as Steve grumbles but assures you he's got the drinks as you and Chrissy take your leave.
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When you get back to your house, Chrissy keeps hold of the movie while grabbing her overnight bag. You grab all three pizza boxes from the back seat and then head inside with your friend following you.
"And we're back," you shout as soon as the door is closed behind you. You smile at Chrissy as she stands next to you, looking around and keeping quiet. You see Dustin round the corner and he reaches for the pizza that you pull back just out of his reach. "Nope. We have to wait for Steve and Robin. They should be here in a little bit."
Dustin smiles, happy to have Steve over, but then his eyes narrow at you. "I see what you're doing, inviting the people you think are attractive."
Chrissy giggles as you smile at him. "It's a wet dream come true. Right, Munson?" You then direct the question at him, winking when he rounds the corner.
"Oh my god!" Dustin groans, grossed out. Chrissy squeaks next to you and you glance at her to see the apples of her cheeks tinting red. "Look! You're even grossing out your friend," Dustin then says.
Laughing, you hold all three pizza boxes in one hand and use your free arm to sling around her shoulders. "Relax, Chris. Eddie knows I'm only messing with him. And besides, Dustin already strictly forbade me from hooking up with his older friends."
Dustin grabs the boxes from you, marching off towards the kitchen. As soon as he's out of earshot, Chrissy asks, "So what's going to happen when your brother no longer cares about you hooking up with them?"
"Yeah, YN, what then?" Eddie asks, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
"Your ass is mine, Munson. That's what's gonna happen."
Chrissy barks out a laugh, quickly clamping a hand over her mouth to stifle the following giggles. Eddie laughs as well and then gestures for Chrissy to follow him. "Come on, Cunningham, let's get the movie all set up."
As Chrissy follows Eddie, you walk into the kitchen to find your brother pulling down plates. His expression is schooled so you don't know how he's currently feeling and it makes your heart ache just a little to know that you possibly hurt him by insinuating you'd hook up with his friends when he didn't approve of it.
"Hey," you call out softly. Dustin glances at you, his answering smile forced. Sighing softly, you step further into the kitchen until you're side by side with him and gather napkins. "You know I'd never actually hook-up with any of your friends, right? I wouldn't do that to you."
"You wouldn't?" His skepticism does you in and you smile sadly at him before turning to pull him into a hug.
"No, kid, I wouldn't. You come first. Always. And if you say Eddie is off limits, then he's off limits. Promise."
"M'kay." He pulls back then, smirking. "Steve and Robin are too. Don't think I didn't hear you mention them earlier."
Laughing, you tug on one of his curls. "Fine. Steve and Robin too."
"Steve and Robin too what?" The voice startles both you and Dustin, and you turn to see the two in question standing in the kitchen archway.
You shrug. "That you, Robin, and Eddie are officially in the no bone zone." Steve and Robin's eyes widen, and Dustin giggles at them while you grin unabashedly at them. "I'm a teenage girl, Harrington. Of course I noticed how hot my little brother's friends are. He was just setting down some ground rules." The two continue to gape at you and you roll your eyes. "Calm down. I'm sure it's not the first time a girl admitted to finding you attractive."
"No, but it is a first for me," Robin mutters.
"Yeah," you sigh. "People suck. But if you wanna hear it again, you're hot, Buckley. Own it."
As Robin perks up, Steve chuckles at her. "Now that our attractiveness is settled, we were promised pizza and a movie."
"Yeah. Of course." Then raising your voice, you say, "Chrissy, Eddie, come and grab a plate!"
Everyone crams into the kitchen, grabbing a plate to load up pizza slices and then grabbing a can of Cola from the bag that Steve had brought. You all take your food and drink into the living room, everyone settling down in whatever space they can find. Dustin ends up on the floor with Robin, using the coffee table to their advantage. Steve takes the armchair and you end up between Eddie and Chrissy on the sofa.
Though you've seen the Goonies numerous times, it never fails to make you laugh. And then when Sloth's introduction comes up, you can't help blurting, "That's the character that reminds me of Dustin." Your friends all chuckle and you end up with a throw pillow to the face in retaliation from your little brother.
You end up silently reciting Chunk's confession to the Fratelli's, earning a chuckle from Eddie who'd been watching you. There are a few other scenes that you mumble along to, but for the most part you remain quiet so the others can enjoy the movie. And then by the time it's over, you're happy to hear that everyone enjoyed it- Eddie included since he was the most skeptical of liking it.
You offer for Robin to spend the night with you and Chrissy, but unfortunately, she has family obligations she has to deal with the following day.
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By the time school is back in session, you've toned down the obvious flirty comments to Eddie and distanced yourself a bit from those Dustin had befriended first. He completely understands your reasoning and there's no hard feelings.
Instead, you spend most of your time with Chrissy who has decided to take a break from Jason. The school's top athlete didn't take too kindly to his girlfriend wanting some space from him, so he took out his frustrations on you.
Well, on those close to you since he knew it wouldn't be good for his image to be seen harassing a girl.
You and Chrissy, along with a few other friends, are eating lunch a few tables down from the Hellfire table when you hear a commotion. Glancing towards it, you're not surprised to find Jason and his closest friends standing at the end of the Hellfire table being the ones responsible.
Whatever's going on, you can't hear but can see the frustration on the faces of your friends. The jocks, however, are smug as can be and laughing among themselves.
Then all of a sudden, Jason speaks loud for all to hear. "I got fifty bucks," he reaches into his back pocket, pulling free his wallet, "that not one girl in this cafeteria would willingly kiss any of you freaks."
The bet laid out before the students of Hawkins High is meant to embarrass those in Hellfire, but the boys are not known for backing down. Immediately they look to Mike and Lucas- two boys who are known to have girlfriends- but when they glance at Jane and Max, Max scowls at Lucas and flips them off.
The jocks laugh and just as they're about to embarrass Hellfire even more, Dustin stands up. The cafeteria quietens and the jocks grin. "YN!" Your brother calls out to you.
"What?" You call back, smirking as everyone's gaze darts between the two of you.
"You remember that thing I forbid you from doing?"
"Maybe!" Next to you, Chrissy giggles. She knows very well what Dustin forbid you from doing because she was the unfortunate soul that you whined to frequently about it.
"Well, I'm lifting the rule for thirty seconds. Make them count!"
The jocks frown as your leering gaze slides to Eddie. He arches an eyebrow at you, and you laugh before standing up. Immediately, Eddie pushes back from the table, still seated in his chair, and the rest of those in Hellfire are just as confused as the jocks.
"What the hell is going on?" Jason asks as you near.
"I just became fifty bucks richer," you tell him, snatching the crisp bill from his fingers. Then continuing on towards Eddie, you plop yourself sideways on his lap while loosely wrapping your arms around his neck. "Told you your ass was gonna be mine."
You end up smothering Eddie's laughter when you kiss him, ignoring the sudden wolf whistles and loud ruckus the Hellfire club members are making by pounding their fists on the table. You groan when his hand squeezes your thigh and then whimper when he licks into your mouth.
You're not sure how much time has passed when you feel a hand on your shoulder, pushing you away from Eddie's mouth. "Okay, okay. Break it up. You officially grossed out Jason and myself."
You laugh at your brother's words, but you can't tear your gaze away from Eddie's kiss swollen lips. With one hand still cradling his jaw, you let your thumb swipe just beneath his bottom lip. "Knew you'd be a good kisser, Munson."
"Right back at 'ya, sweetheart."
"Gross." You glance at Dustin, watching as his nose wrinkles. "You can get off his lap now."
"Or.." you trail off, holding up the fifty dollar bill, "you can take this money and let me make out with your friend for the rest of the day."
Eddie snorts, but your brother actually takes a moment to think about it. Knowing he's going to cave, you hold the money out further to him. "Only making out?"
"Only making out," you assure him.
"Fine. Whatever." He snatches the money from you. "But not in the cafeteria. I'm still trying to eat."
"Right. Got it!" You stand up, holding out a hand for Eddie. "Let's go, Munson! I'm pretty sure the back of your van is private enough."
Laughing, Eddie takes your hand and shrugs at his gaping friends. "What? Who am I to deny a pretty girl?"
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evanoshiix · 3 months
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Wanna present more of the characters I built for the AU so here we go!
Diamond Hype AU: Hype
Hype was the eldest of the 5, essentially stepping into the role of the big brother. He was about 6 years older than branch. When branch initially met the group, it was in a sort of therapy group for children who’d been having a hard time whether it was losing family members or other issues. During this, they discovered all of them had a passion for singing and dancing, so they formed a band called kismet for fun to get their minds off of it. The band ended up gaining a fair bit of popularity, surprisingly.
When branch’s grandmother died and Branch went grey and swore off singing, the band went on “hiatus”. Hype ended up being the sole caretaker of the other 4, despite not being a teen yet. He tried to keep all 4 happy, he’d sing to them, he’d cook their meals, he’d tuck them into bed, he’d do everything possible.
When the first two, Ablaze and Trickee, left about a year after Branch went grey (their departure will be further explained in their own posts), Hype made sure they had everything they needed, packing their bags, and comforted Ablaze before he left. 2 years after that, when Boom left, he did the same, making sure he’d have everything, and despite being sad to see him go, he wished him well and sent him off.
Hype stayed with Branch for several years after this (nearly a decade), despite Branch mostly isolating himself and barely talking to him. He continued to take care of him and try to make him feel better, to no avail. After getting into an argument, Branch tells Hype he doesn’t need anybody, and that he could take care of himself and he doesn’t need Hype worrying over him like a child. Hype asked branch whether he wanted him to stay or if he actually wanted him to leave, and Branch told him he’d be fine on his own and that he didn’t need Hype to take care of him anymore.
Due to this, Hype respected Branch’s wishes, but before leaving, told him that if ever he needed him for any reason whatsoever, to send him a letter and that he’d drop everything and come back to help.
After leaving, Hype sent frequent letters to Branch, whether he ever got a response or not (usually he did not). As the years went, do to the lack of responses, he sent less and less letters, until he only sent one once a year for Branch’s birthday, not wanting to seem too much of a burden to his little brother (found family yippee <3)
In current time, Hype decided he wanted to experience all kinds of music, so he found himself traveling around to all the different types of trolls, and even eventually made his way to Mount Rageous. This would be a terrible mistake on his part, as this is when he is found by Velvet and Veneer and taken captive in the Diamond prison.
Feel free to leave me questions if you have any! This post was specifically mostly for Hype, and this is only for the Diamond!Hype AU, so don’t come at me with all this not being canon 🫶
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flawseer · 2 months
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Jade Mountain Academy students
#5 - Mudwing chapter
This entry might feel a bit less diversified than the ones before it. These are two sets of siblings who shared their respective clutch, so there are a lot of physical elements that are shared between them (I try to keep siblings from the same clutch relatively similar-looking, see Winter and Icicle in part 2). I hope these Mudwings still look different enough. I also gave them light-colored jaws because Clay had it on the cover of his book and I think Mudwings look cute like that. It helps their faces stand out in the graphic novel style.
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Umber
Tribe - Mudwing
Winglet - Jade
Color - Burnt umber red
Relatives - Clay (brother), Sora (sister), Marsh (brother)
Clawmate(s) - Turtle (Seawing)
Favorite subject - Anatomy
Least fav. subject - History
Physical characteristics - curly horns; scar across snout; smallish stature, wiry with well-defined musculature
Other characteristics - socially outgoing and confident; mediative/soothing personality, eager to resolve conflicts
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Sora
Tribe - Mudwing
Winglet - Gold
Color - Caramel brown
Relatives - Clay (brother), Umber (brother), Marsh (brother)
Clawmate(s) - Icicle (Icewing)
Favorite subject - Anatomy
Least fav. subject - History
Physical characteristics - curly horns; average size with well-defined musculature; slightly darker and broader than her brother Marsh (do not confuse)
Other characteristics - socially withdrawn (keep monitoring for now, suggest counseling if no improvement); appears to be suffering from post-traumatic stress (was approached, insists she is fine); avoidant behavior around Icewing and Seawing students (keep monitoring, discuss with staff how to approach); left academy grounds for a day without giving notice, claims to have needed to "clear [her] head", no further questioning at Clay's request (monitor future behavior, ask siblings to keep an eye on her)
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Sepia
Tribe - Mudwing
Winglet - Silver
Color - Sepia brown
Relatives - Newt (brother)
Clawmate(s) - Fearless (Nightwing)
Favorite subject - Literacy
Least fav. subject - Science
Physical characteristics - horns with feathered edges; light neck scales; stature broad, heavyset, with well-defined musculature
Other characteristics - good work ethic, very motivated; bit of a temper; very argumentative (try to channel into constructive outlets)
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Marsh
Tribe - Mudwing
Winglet - Copper
Color - Tawny brown
Relatives - Clay (brother), Umber (brother), Sora (sister)
Clawmate(s) - Coconut (Rainwing)
Favorite subject - Anatomy
Least fav. subject - Exercise
Physical characteristics - curly horns; average size with well-defined musculature; slightly narrower frame and lighter color than his sister Sora (do not confuse)
Other characteristics - fidgety, difficulty sitting still, habitually touches his talons; socially anxious (suggest relaxation seminar, maybe counseling); Bigwings reported allergy to walnuts; concerned about "ghosts" (suggest assembly to put persistent Stonemover rumor to rest for good)
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Newt
Tribe - Mudwing
Winglet - Quartz
Color - Moss green
Relatives - Sepia (sister)
Clawmate(s) - Ermine (Icewing)
Favorite subject - Cultural Exchange
Least fav. subject - Exercise
Physical characteristics - horns with feathered edges; light neck scales; smallish stature with average build
Other characteristics - appears to enjoy preparing and sharing food (unobjectionable, but suggest seminar on allergy awareness); occasionally belligerent, anger-management issues (suggest counseling); clawmate reported incident of untoward aggression (suggest monitoring, counseling)
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secretwritingspot · 3 months
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High Maintenance
Pairing: OPLA Sanji x Reader
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COME GET Y'ALLS DINNER I'M BACKKK!!!
Rating/Content Warnings: like...pg-16ish? Idk there's nudity and a lot of suggestive shit and kinda a little bit of groping (consensual, obvs) heavy-petting I guess might be the right term? But there's no outright fucking so do with that what you will.
Summary: Okay but Sanji with a high-femme reader. Like...we know how much this man likes women so I feel like he'd be all over a super femme person. Basically he has a fascination with all their fancy bath products that borders on is pervy because what do all those even do??? Eventually reader just decides to let him watch and find out.
Disclaimer(s): Since it's directly related to the plot, reader is stated as a woman in this, so if that's uncomfy for you to read keep that in mind and keep yourself safe! This idea came to me because I just finished finals and got to properly do self care for the first time in ever and wash all the finals grime off lmfao. Also there's nothing REALLY sub!Sanji about this but also...there's vibes. Damn Taz Skylar for portraying a character so babygirl that even me, quite possibly the world's biggest sub, sees him and is like...yeah I could tell him what to do once or twice.
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As much as he tried, Sanji just didn't understand.
Sure, he was far better then the others - leagues away from Luffy and Zoro in terms of hygiene - but he was still a man. And a pirate, at that.
It baffled him the sheer number of products you had- a brush, towel, some sort of sugar concoction, all for the same purpose. A more traditional shampoo, similar to the kind he used, for initially cleaning off all the (your words) "pirate grime". Another, "gentler" shampoo for your hair. Which only doubled his confusion, as he had been under the impression that all shampoo was for hair. 2 different razors, scented body wash, colorful soaps.
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His eyes bend to you when you walk into the galley to move through to the bathroom - towel, change of clothes, and multiple bottles in your arms.
It isn't uncommon for you and Sanji to meet this way. He's nearly always in the kitchen, and the hall to the bathroom cuts through the galley. Still, his heart warms every time you stop and set down all the numerous - he'll never understand what all those different products could possibly do - things in your arms on your side of the counter and take a stool, smiling at him.
Without fail, you stop for a few moments every time on your way to the bath just to talk with him, and every time it makes his heart race and his breath catch happily.
"Hey, Sanji."
"Evening, love." He answers, voice deceptively easy. He hopes you'd never know just how much effort goes in to that 'easy' temperament he has around you, but sometimes he thinks it's obvious. "What brings you down here at...2:30 in the morning?"
You laugh softly when he mentions the late hour, ever the type to worry over you getting enough sleep, shrugging sheepishly.
"I could ask you the same thing."
Your (valid) argument seems to phase right through him and he ignores the question, simply raising a brow at you. You shake your head fondly, but answer anyway.
"I was on my way to take a bath. It's nicer at night, since there's less people up. More time, and quiet."
He hums in acknowledgment and keeps cooking, turning to you with a shy look on his face.
"Um...love?"
"Hm?"
You fold your arms in front of you on the counter and lean on your hands, looking at him curiously as you wait for him to continue.
He pauses, face red.
"Well...I was wondering if I...if I could ask you a question?"
You squint in amused confusion at his nervousness, eyes soft and fond as you nod. He thinks he might die.
"Yeah, shoot."
He clears his throat and looks at all the various bath products you brought with you before looking away, gesturing at the bottles.
"What do they...do?"
You snort when you realize that was really what he was so nervous over, shaking your head with a fond giggle.
"Wow, you are such a man sometimes."
Your eyes flit to the products before looking back up at him.
"Wanna be a little more specific?"
"Oh, right." He chuckles, looking embarrassed. "There's so...many?" He looks back at you, the confusion obvious on his face. "I mean...why do you need so many? Do they really all do different things? And-" He gestures to all the various products, brow raised. "Why so many different kinds of shampoo?"
Your giggles turn to full-blown laughter at his confusion, though it's not at his expense.
Okay, mostly not at his expense. Maybe a little bit.
"Oh, honey. You're cute sometimes, y'know that?"
You shake your head, rolling your eyes softly and looking at him. It's sweet, really, how embarrassed and curious he is. A very, very bad (very amusing) idea comes to your mind, and before you can think any better of it, you hear your own voice speaking.
"...want me to show you?"
He blinks almost sleepily, eyes wide.
"I- pardon?"
There's a thick silence as you watch the gears turn in his head, trying to work out if you really just said that and what the hell it means.
"What- what are you suggesting?"
You shrug, teasing smirk unfurling across your face as you sit up, cocking your head at him. It's not exactly like you can un-say what you just said, so you figure you might as well go for it. In for a penny, right?
"Exactly what I just said. You wanna know what they do, I'll show you."
You look down with coy, faux-innocence and sigh, giving him a chance to back out that you know he won't take.
"But, y'know...only if you want to."
The heavy-handed mock disappointment seems to jump start His mind again and his eyes flash with realization, a red flush starting up his neck.
"O- Oh....oh! Yeah, alright. I'd like that. Yeah. Yeah, that would be very- very, uh...helpful. Thanks."
He clears his throat, trying to sound less flustered.
It doesn't work.
You stifle a laugh at his reaction, shrugging and picking up your things. You start to walk down the hallway to the bathroom and for a few moments, he feels like he's frozen solid right where he is. You pause at the door, turning over your shoulder to look back at him teasingly.
"Well, c'mon then. Don't make me wait up."
He blinks and then he's moving towards you, feet carrying him forward before he even truly thinks about what he's doing. He follows you into the bathroom, and he can hear his heartbeat in his ears.
"Uh...okay, so, how do I- do I sit somewhere? Or...or watch? I- I don't know what's, uh..."
You shake your head with a fond giggle when he struggles to put a sentence together in his nervousness, but you decide to take pity and give him a bit more guidance.
"Alright, sit down."
You move him over to a bench and push him lightly down by the shoulder to sit back. He goes without resistance, letting you push him by two fingers and minimal pressure on his shoulder, closing the door and locking it behind you.
He sits down on the bench, blushing intensely. He doesn't know much about healthcare, but he thinks he might be having heart palpitations.
You hum to yourself quietly as you turn on the hot water, letting the bath fill while you busy yourself setting up the number of bottles and containers and miscellaneous items of yours on the edge of the tub. He shifts in his seat as you open one of the bottles and empty a bit into the bath, which immediately starts foaming as you turn to him with a teasing smile.
"I'm assuming you already know what bubble bath is?"
He nods, looking at the bath as it starts to foam, feeling like a teenager in a high school health class.
"Yeah, I know about that part." He nods slightly in relief- at least he knows something. "Just uh...never actually experienced it before."
"Never?"
Your brows furrow in surprise and confusion before you make a conscious effort to raise them, trying not to make your concern too obvious as something softens in your eyes for a moment. Sympathy, maybe.
"...well, we'll just have to do this for you sometime, then. Once you know what all of it is."
Your voice is gentler then, soft. You don't linger on the moment, looking away to stop the water once the bath is full and holding up a spherical object for him to see.
"This is a bath bomb. It's got stuff in it that makes the water turn pretty colors and smell nice and helps with your skin."
He nods, shifting again in his seat as you place the sphere into the bath. Though he's nervous, his eyes drag to every little detail, desperate to take it all in.
"Right." He mumbles, watching you throw the bath bomb into the water before his curiosity gets the better of him.
"Do you always make it this nice? With all the different...products and stuff?"
You shrug and clip your hair up messily, and he tries not to get distracted by how domestic this whole thing feels.
"When I have the time, yeah. It's...nice. A good way to relax."
You find the zipper of the dress you'd been wearing, a simple sun dress to keep you from melting in the sun or freezing from the sea breeze, fingers halting at the top as you look back at him.
"Last chance to back out, Sanji."
He swallows, eyes trailing down your body as you give him one last out. If he were more in his right mind, he'd think you were sweet for continually checking up on him.
Right now, he just thinks it's tedious.
"No, uh...no, I'm good. I am very much interested in this lesson." He clears his throat. "I would appreciate the, uh...the help."
You huff a fond laugh at his enthusiasm as his blushing gaze meets yours, shaking your head at him softly.
"Alright then."
You reach for the pull of the zipper again and slowly drag it down, slipping the dress off the taper of your shoulders, your waist, your hips. Your panties follow quickly after and your clothes all pool at your feet. You step out of them gingerly before stepping into the bath with a satisfied sigh, sinking slowly into the water with a satisfied hiss.
His eyes follow you the entire time, his heart beating at a rapid clip in his chest. He's seen other people nude before, he's had sex, but watching someone in the bath seems so...it's just...jesus. He's never done something this intimate. And yet, his eyes are glued to you.
He swallows nervously, hands starting to tremble a little bit.
For a moment he gets to see you completely bare, then the cloudy, colored water and the bubbles slowly cover you inch by inch. He can still see from your shoulders up where the water doesn't cover you. Your eyes flick back to him with a knowing smirk.
"You're staring."
It's a simple observation, though there's an undeniably teasing tone to your voice when you point it out. It isn't cold, though, or unwelcoming- the exact opposite, in fact. It's an amused little poke at his more perverted tendencies, but one that makes no judgement on him for it.
It sounds suspiciously like approval.
His mouth is almost agape, mind replaying the scene of every inch of you disappearing behind the clouds of bubbles and soap over and over again. It's like a scene from a romance novel.
(Despite the others' teasing, he's never actually read a romance novel. He assumes this is what they're like.)
He flushes and his eyes flick away from you, resolutely staring at the wall to your right.
"I- I didn't mean to, uh...I- I'm-"
"It's alright."
You quiet his stammering immediately, sending him a quick wink. Again, your tone sounds suspiciously of approval.
"I don't mind."
You sigh in contentedness at the warmth of the bath, taking a moment to just relax into the warmth before grabbing a cloth.
"So, you still want that lesson?"
He looks back at you, his blush red and steadily getting darker He nods slowly, blinking dizzily at the sight of you.
"Yes please."
He whispers, voice hoarse and cracking with equal parts nervousness and excitement. "Please and thank you." He adds softly, biting his lips and nodding again, eyes wide.
You giggle at his obvious excitement, leaning over the edge of the tub to grab a cloth and looking at him coyly with the knowledge that it would give him a teasing glimpse of your chest.
"Right, well- this is an exfoliating towel."
You lift it up to show him on the word "this" as if to emphasize your words before dunking the rough cloth gently underwater to wet it, attempting to explain in terms he can understand- his cooking utensils.
"It's like...polishing a knife. You start with a rougher grit and work your way down."
His eyes widen at the teasing glimpse of your chest as you dunk the towel in. He's embarrassed to find himself a bit breathless, his mind definitely not in the proper place right now.
"Ah..." He nods in understanding, trying to calm his flustered nerves and look away from your body. "So, you'd use this...after you were in the bubble bath, I guess?"
"During."
You correct lightly, beginning to scrub your skin with the wet cloth. To Sanji, it's nothing but a massive tease- first scrubbing each of your arms, then across your shoulders, neck, collar-bones. Each second seems to stretch into hours and he seriously starts to doubt his sanity.
To his disappointment, you scrub down your chest, stomach, hips below the water where he can't see much other than the occasional flash of color from the hot pink cloth.
"It makes your skin smooth, makes it easier to shave, clears off gunk and dead skin. Keeps me..."
But then, you lift your leg out of the water and point it. His mind short-circuits completely as you give him far too good of a view, meticulously scrubbing down one leg before putting it back underwater and repeating the process with the other. Legs, legs - he's heard he has nice ones before and he's never quite understood it but this, you, now - he thinks he could die happy between yours.
You notice, of course, the way his eyes magnetize to your skin. Once finished, you continue the words you'd trailed off on, voice soft and teasing as you wink at him.
"...y'know, soft to the touch."
His eyes follow you, watching you scrub and reveal each body part with a slight flutter in his chest. He swallows, unable to move, his eyes glued to you. Said eyes go wide when you reveal your legs, your bare thighs something he never thought he'd get to see. He swallows, trying not to make it obvious he's staring.
"Yes, I, uh...I believe I understand. It helps make things...soft." He chuckles nervously, trying to play down how obviously flustered he is.
You put down the cloth once you're finished scrubbing down your whole body, thoroughly entertained by his nervousness. You pick up a small jar next, holding it up briefly to show it to him before opening it and gently scooping out a bit of thick paste and rubbing it onto your legs, again giving him a downright sinful view.
"Y'know how I mentioned working your way down to a lower grit? Well, this is that. It's a sugar scrub, pretty much the same purpose. Moisturizes and exfoliates to keep my skin soft."
He watches each moment of you scrubbing, and each bit you reveal of your body. He's got no clue where to look, if he's allowed to look. Even seeing your legs...oh god.
He must be allowed to look, right? Surely he must.
He bites his lip and nods, fingers nervously tapping on his knee as he tries to focus back on anything else, looking away in an attempt to look more respectful than he's feeling at the moment.
"That's, uh...that's a lot of work to put into your skin just for softness."
"Well, you should see how soft it is."
You shoot back with a wink, using another dollop of the paste to exfoliate your upper chest and shoulders.
He notices that you use it on fewer, more specific areas- which he supposes makes sense, since it's a much more finite resource than the cloth. The observation seems much more meaningful to a mind trying to focus on anything other than your body.
Not that it's easy.
Nothing about this is easy.
"Do you just...do this a lot? With your skin, I mean." He asks nervously, eyes wide in wonder that someone would put this much effort into something so baseline...or that someone like you would feel the need to do anything to your angelic appearance.
He clears his throat.
"Y'know...not that you should have to. You look beautiful either way."
"Not always. Or- not fully to this extent."
You smile softly with a shrug, steam swirling in the air around you. All of it seems so effortless. He can't seem to catch his breath. After scrubbing the mixture into your skin for a few moments, you rinse it off with the bath water, expression zen and almost bored like you haven't completely altered the rest of his natural life.
"This is usually what I do when I want to feel...extra nice. When I've got a date, or something else I want to look nice for."
You explain, rinsing yourself off thoroughly before picking up your razor, starting to shave your legs while you talk to him, teasing lightly-
"I take it I don't have to explain shaving to you?"
He blushes a little harder, his eyes going to your legs as you shave them. Oh god, this is making him so nervous. His body is buzzing with anticipation and nerves and...other things.
"Uh...well, no, I uh...I know how to shave. But I guess I'm- I've never been this close to a woman while she shaves, I suppose." He gulps, his words getting softer the further he talks, like he might run out of air. He bites his lip. "But I think I get the idea."
You hum in equal parts acknowledgment and amusement, finishing up shaving in comfortable silence- arms, under arms, legs. The process goes relatively quickly before you set the razor back down, picking up another bottle and a plush looking ball of tight-nit net fabric.
"This is a lufa. And the bottle is body wash."
You keep your explanations simple so as not to confuse him too much. You know he'll be having a tough time focusing on your words as is, especially considering that he has precisely 0 experience with this sort of thing, and you don't want to overwhelm the poor thing.
You hold up the ball for him to see for a moment before uncapping the bottle, pouring a bit of the soapy liquid onto the fabric and rubbing it across your skin. You trace along your neck, chest, shoulders, the sponge-like ball of fabric leaving trails of fluffy bubbles in its path. The sight only makes it harder for him to cope, the bubbles not leaving much of anything to the imagination.
Still, it only adds to the romance-novel story-book scene in his mind, leaving his thoughts alarmingly warm and fuzzy.
He blushes and sighs, eyes glued the entire time. His body is humming with anticipation, his mind is getting hazy. He doesn't know how to handle this, how to handle you- the way you look right now, the way you talk, the person you are. His chest is fluttering, and he's blushing up a storm. Oh god, you look so nice.
"What's that do?"
His voice is hoarse and breathless, the words barely escaping his lips.
"It's a bit like soap, but more...I don't know, luxurious feeling."
You close your eyes in contentedness and move the lufa across your body, much more thorough with this than anything else. As far as he can see, there's not a single spot you don't reach, leaving fluffy trails of bubbles that slowly dissolve when they sink back underwater.
"The lufa is also kinda an exfoliant, but a much more gentle one."
He watches every moment of it with complete fascination, not sure where to look with the lufa in front of you. It's basically impossible not to look at your curves and your body at this point. You're stunningly beautiful in this moment, and he's so close to you he can see her every little detail. His eyes can't move away, and he swallows, nodding.
"I...oh. It looks like it feels nice." He chuckles in his nervousness. "And, uh...it probably smells nice too, I'm guessing..?"
"It certainly does both of those things."
You confirm with a soft, gentle laugh, amused and teasing yes, but more fond and...almost intimate than before.
"I mean, there's not much point taking a bath if you don't come out smelling like a cupcake."
You joke lightly, holding the lufa underwater to let the bubbles fizzle out and then wringing it out and setting it aside to let it dry.
His eyes follow the motions of you wringing out the lufa and he watches your body intently. He's staring at you a little too much, he knows. He can almost see...everything. His breath is coming a little heavy, and he finds his mind is getting more and more hazy as you go.
"A cupcake...?" He swallows, his voice almost cracking. "That's an oddly specific smell. Like... like, vanilla?"
"It's just a figure of speech. Smelling like anything sweet, really. Vanilla, chocolate, fruit, flowers."
You wave a dismissive hand with a giggle, talking to him absentmindedly as you let your hair down from where you had it clipped up and out of the way, shaking it out once you let it down. Slowly, you slide down in the bath until your hair is wet, wiping the wet strands from your face.
"This one is vanilla, though."
You tease with a wink, holding up a bottle of shampoo before opening the lid and pouring a bit into your hand. It only takes you a moment of lathering it before it suds and you can start working the bubbles into your hair.
Sanji, meanwhile, is having a bit of a crisis.
He swallows, feeling his body go a little limp at the sight of you in the bathtub, wet strands of hair hanging over your face. His eyes are glued to you again, and he's getting...so distracted.
He manages to speak, though his words are slow and not quite as coherent as before.
"I- you look...so pretty. Your hair looks great like that." He mumbles quietly, voice hoarse and breathy.
"It's a cleansing shampoo. Probably close to the kind you and the boys use."
You huff a soft laugh at his mumbled praise, shaking your head fondly. He's always been sweet, but there's something particularly cute about him when he's flustered like this.
"That just means it's harsher. Better for getting everything off, since being a pirate isn't exactly the cleanest job. It isn't great for your hair, though."
You explain in a soft hum, leaning your head back again to rinse your hair off gently, running your fingers through it. And trying to shake the thoughts of the boys' 5-in-1 shampoo from your head.
You look like an angel, or a mermaid. He can't decide which.
He smiles, his eyes glancing over your body every once in a while, though mostly he finds himself focused on your face and your hair in particular. Your expression is so...so...ugh. You look like a goddess, hair dripping with water and skin wet from the bath.
"So, you...you want your hair to look nice then. Not just clean."
You nod your head and hum in confirmation, uncapping a different bottle with a smile and pouring some of the liquid inside into your hand.
"That's what this shampoo is for. Still cleans, but it's not as harsh or stripping as the other one."
"So it's not as good as getting all of the pirate grime out of your hair, but it keeps your hair soft, shiny, healthy. All that good stuff."
You lather the new liquid in your hair, massaging it into your scalp with a soft, contented sigh at the relaxing feeling as it quickly turns to white suds.
He swallows, his eyes locked onto you and your hair, watching it shimmer and gleam with the water and product soaking through it. God, you're so...your hair shines like glass, and he can't stop staring at it.
"Uh, do you...d'you want help with that?" He asks quickly, his breath catching in his throat. "I mean-" He mumbles, cutting himself off sheepishly. "Do you need any help?"
Your eyes widen slightly at his enthusiasm, an amused smile quickly growing on your face. You look off to the middle distance for a moment with a dramatic sigh in mock consideration before looking back at him, quirking a finger forward in permission.
"Well, go on then."
He swallows and then nods eagerly, leaning forward slowly. He leans close, his cheeks blushing a little bit as the scent of your hair tickles his nose. He reaches out gingerly, like he's not sure if he's allowed, before rubbing the shampoo into your hair.
His lungs stop working.
Really, his breath just hitches in his throat again, only a second as he blinks once. But he's convinced his body is giving out. Oh god, you want him to touch you. Oh, god, you're letting him touch you.
"Just..." He trails off quietly, his voice breaking a little breathily as he tilts your head back softly to give himself better access.
You practically purr at the touch when he massages the shampoo into your scalp, your neck, your hair, leaning into his touch as your eyes flutter shut with a sigh.
"You're good with your hands, aren't you?"
You observe softly, letting him continue to wash and rinse your hair. His passion for the task is palpable, though you could've guessed as much with the fixation he always had on your bath products, equal parts curious and perverted.
His blush deepens quickly, and his hands shake as his fingers brushing against you carefully.
"Uhm..." He chokes slightly, clearing his throat. "I- I guess I am. I like doing things with my hands." He swallows, words coming out a little hoarse. His fingers move back to your hair.
"I can tell."
You remark teasingly, voice soft as you shoot him a wink before closing your eyes again. Once the shampoo is all rinsed from your hair, you direct him softly, voice quiet in clear relaxation-
"Conditioner. Purple bottle by your hand."
He scrambles to uncap the bottle as soon as you speak, eager to have been given permission to continue, pouring a small amount into his hands before brushing his fingers through your hair.
"'s for making your hair smoother. Keeps it from breaking if you comb it too much."
You explain absentmindedly. This one is new- it doesn't fizz up in his hands or create bubbling foam in your hair, just absorbs into the strands, smooth and slick and shiny.
He rubs his hands together, spreading out the conditioner throughout your hair, working it to its core. His breathing is a little shaky as his fingers glide through your hair, but he does his best not to show it. His eyes are still focused on you, and his heart is beating too fast.
He swallows, the scent of your conditioner filling his nose and his mind.
"How do you...find the time for all this? That's a lot of bottles, and a lot of work to just...make your hair nice."
"It's worth it. It's...relaxing. Like meditation. Or cooking something familiar."
You add on second thought, relating back to him to help him understand. When the conditioner is worked into your hair, you toss him a towel to dry his hands on once he's rinsed them off.
"Now go sit back down. Lesson's almost over."
You instruct softly, voice gentle and fond. He doesn't think before moving back to the bench and sitting back down, though his brows furrow endearingly in confusion. You just laugh lightly.
"Not every bath product is something you use in the actual bath."
He nods, expression confused, but he doesn't ask for elaboration. His eyes are still glued to your body, the sight of you in the bath still stunning. It's almost hypnotic to just sit back and watch. He clears his throat, looking around the bath curiously with a hint of confusion on his face.
"So...what's left?"
"...you'll see."
Is the eventual, cryptic answer he gets after a pause, you still smirking slightly. Then you- oh. Oh. You stand up, pulling the plug in the bath and letting the water drain as you step out to stand on the bath mat, completely bare and wet and dripping and oh, god- you grab a medium sized towel and lightly dry your hair until it's no longer dripping, still damp but not actively in your way, clipping it up again as you pat the rest of your body dry softly, humming to yourself as you work.
You scoff lightly at the question, shaking your head in fond amusement without looking up, still focused on drying yourself off.
"Wait, are you...are you not going to wear anything else? I mean...I'm not complaining, I like looking at you, but...aren't you cold?" He asks, still staring at you excitedly. Your hair is up again, and every inch of your body is on display. He's practically drooling.
Oh, god, this is a blessing.
'I'm gonna put on clothes eventually, Sanji. Like I told you, I'm not done yet."
Once you deem your level of dryness acceptable enough, you pick up another jar and open the lid, scooping out a bit of a much thicker cream.
"Moisturizer."
You answer before he even has the will to ask, eyes meeting his for a moment with a fond smirk as you rub the cream onto your body.
"Smells nice, and keeps your skin soft."
He stares at you as you rub the moisturizer on your body, his eyes going everywhere as you move. Every inch of your body is incredible, and he keeps finding new places to look.
He swallows, his expression a mix of admiration, shock, and excitement.
"Do... do you want any help with that?" He asks nervously.
It would be a lie to say he's asking for innocent reasons. Seeing your hands - small, soft, yours - massage the moisturizer into every inch of your body, your legs, thighs, hips, arms, stomach, neck- Jesus, your tits- his mind is on fire.
"Aww, are you offering? Sure, Sanji. You can help."
You answer, voice teasing like you know exactly what he's thinking, and- wait. That's- he actually- you gave him permission? You actually said yes? It takes him a moment to process the words, mind tripping over itself in surprise and oh fuck yes, Jesus Christ.
That's exactly what he's offering, and he doesn't have the mind to hide it. He nods eagerly, his expression telling you everything you need to know.
He scoots over closer, his hand reaching for the moisturizer and his eyes glued on your breasts now. They look so good. He applies the cream directly there, the touch of his hands on your soft skin causing him a burst of electricity as he touches you gently. Oh god, you're letting him... he's touching you! It's like his mind is exploding, and he's doing his best to contain himself.
He's definitely not going to let you do this alone, anyway. It's too much of a blessing, and his hands are trembling, even as he works them into your skin. He's trying to focus on keeping himself from getting too excited, but seeing you like this is too much to handle. He licks his lips nervously as his hands flit all over your body. His mind screams at him to do something, do more, but the years of chivalry drilled into him stay his hands.
You almost laugh when he immediately decides to start at your breasts, rolling your eyes fondly at the predictable move.
You aren't really surprised but then again, you still let him.
Soon enough the moisturizer has sunken into your skin and you press him back lightly by the chest, using those same fingers to tilt his chin up softly. You angle his head up at you, voice soft with a gentle smirk on your face.
"Thanks for the help, Sanji."
He swallows, looking up at you. His lips are parted and his breath is heavy. He blinks slowly. He's...he can't believe just how lucky he is.
"Of-of course. It was nice to...it was nice to help someone...someone so beautiful." He says, his voice breathless and his cheeks flushed a bright, bright red.
You huff a fond little laugh, mussing up his hair with your hand.
It takes a moment for him to grow aware of his surroundings again. Aware of anything. The tile is cool beneath his knees and - when did he get there? - the air is thick with steam but slowly thinning. The scent of you still lingers, or the scent of your myriad of products, he's not sure. And...those.
You're gone in a flurry as quickly as you came, a sleep shirt and a pair of panties thrown on before he can even process that you're moving, a teasing pat on the cheek and a repetition of "well, thanks anyway!" And then...you're gone.
Like a mirage or a daydream, the kind he never lets himself have in public (not that any of his effort has stopped him, really).
That's an entirely separate problem for him to tackle. He groans.
His budget can't handle frivolous expenses, but now he can't get the thought out of his head of wrapping his fist around himself with some of that fancy moisturizer that smells like you as lube and...shit, he's gonna have to buy a bottle, before he goes insane.
Ah, fuck, who is he kidding? He's never going to be able to do so much as take a bath without jerking off again.
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sulfurflames · 3 months
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Painfully Yours
Sukuna x Immortal!Reader x Yuji
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How many times have you done this now? Sat at his grave and mourned when you knew he would return eventually? Where and when, you were never sure, but he would always come back. But this time...this time you weren't sure. It's already been over 1,000 years and you couldn't find him.
You could still hear his voice when it rained, one of his favorite types of weather. He always said it was because he liked watching it fall, but you knew better. You knew it was because rain meant that you would pull him outside to dance in it with you. The way he would never leave your side when there were storm clouds on the horizon told you that much. You could still see his face every morning in the mirror or in your reflection when you would watch the sunrise. The memories of mornings spent together basking in each other's presence as you watched the sunrise still fresh in your mind.
Where was he?
That was the question you asked yourself as you tended to the tombstone as you always do. Your heart aches with longing and your body feels cold without his arms around you. You told yourself you wouldn't cry this time. That was a lie. You always cry, your emotional nature meant you weren't able to not cry. Sukuna would always tease you about it too. Mainly after small arguments and petty quarrels.
"C'mere angel....I know, I know....Shhh, you kittens are always so emotional~"
You laugh through the tears at the memory. After a few moments, the laughs turn into broken sobs and cries for your lost lover. You're so caught up in your sorrow that you don't notice the pink-haired boy slowly approaching.
"Sukuna, why did you insist on coming here? You're being really annoying today." You can barely hear from a distance. The voice is quickly followed by a deeper, more gravelly one. One you know all too well...
"Shut up brat and just let me take over." It's impossible for it to be anyone else. Your chest feels tight and more tears are cascading down your face as you stand up and turn around.
"Ryo'...? I-is that really you..?" Your voice is shaky and you almost doubt yourself when you're met with the sight before you now. The man standing before you could easily be mistaken for a carbon copy of your lover, but this one's smaller, less built. But then you see it, the two small black lines under his eyes. Your heart leapt into your throat as a toothy grin appeared on the guy's cheek.
"Yeah, it's me angel. Sorry I took so long- wait no, don't cry. Damnit Yuji, let me out!!" You laugh as you engulf Yuji in a tight hug, crying harder as you feel the man's body start to change slightly, becoming the shape you've memorized ages ago as strong arms wrap around you protectively. "Y'know, you've gotta work on this whole crybaby thing you've got going on- Ow! Christ woman, it was a joke!"
You know you're probably going to lose him all over again eventually, but that's okay. Because you'll always find him again. And you'll love whatever version of him you get next. But maybe this time will be different, and you'll get to stay together until the end of time.
Either way, your heart will always belong to him. No matter how painful it is losing him time after time...
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katyswrites · 6 months
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don't call me 'baby'
PART 10 | SERIES
Pairing: Steve Harrington/fem!reader
Warnings: Sugardaddy!Steve, SMUT (18+), angst, mentions of pregnancy/a pregnancy scare, mentions of food and alcohol, unprotected p in v, daddy kink, oral sex (f receiving), creampie, ddlg dynamics, swearing, alcohol use, smoking, age gap, no use of y/n
Wordcount: 10.4K
A sugar daddy modern AU, a whirlwind summer romance in Italy, and two people from completely different walks of life, somehow finding each other in one of the most beautiful cities in the world. But, what will happen when summer ends?
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PART 10 | meet me in the afterglow
FOUR MONTHS LATER
Your walk to work was chilly enough to warrant a coat. That was perhaps the thing you missed least about home in the U.S. - even though the winters certainly got cold here, it was nowhere near the sub-zero temperatures you had grown up with during the coldest time of year. Maybe the only thing you missed was snow - in all of your time living here, you had only gotten a brief dusting once, and it had melted by the following day.
Still, a week out from Christmas, you now needed to wrap something warm around yourself as you walked down the street, heading closer to the city center as your shift was due to start. 
You were technically two minutes late to your shift, the coffee shop busy enough to have a line going out the door when you arrived. Yet, your manager Francesco said nothing - a small spark of joy in your day. 
You didn’t necessarily need to go back to work - Steve’s money had yet to run out. But, you felt good about earning your own money - and, the less you had to draw on his remaining funds, the less you had to think about him.
You hadn’t seen or spoken to Steve since the night of your argument. Well, that was only partially true - you had received one piece of communication from him. It came a few days later - you had been moping in your apartment, having barely left your room for days, when an envelope arrived. It had his familiar writing and wax seal, with another wad of cash and a letter made out to you:
I promise this is the last you’ll hear from me. I am a man of my word, so I promise to help provide for you until you’re finished with school. I’ll be transferring enough money to your account to cover all of your expenses, so no need to worry about your rent, food, anything of the sort… I really do want you to be able to focus on school, okay? So, please don’t protest, or try to send the money back. Please feel free to use the credit card if you need to. 
I’m sorry it ended this way. We both knew it was going to, but I apologize if I said anything out of line the other night. I truly do wish you the best. 
Take care,
Steve
Reading it had been a punch to the gut. The formality of it, the finality of it… you would’ve rather that you never heard from him again. You had stashed the letter in a box under your bed, and not looked at it since.
A few weeks after that, you had pregnancy scare. It was silly, really - but, your period was late, and if was the first conclusion your mind had jumped to. You had called Robin in a panic, begging her to come home - she did, with four different brands of pregnancy tests. Those 15 minutes of waiting for results were the most agonizing of your life - then, upon seeing them all negative, you fell to your knees and burst into tears.
“It’s okay,” Robin had cooed, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “You’re good it was a false alarm - you’re probably just late because of stress -”
“I know,” you sobbed. “I just -”
“What is it?”
You then had sat up, chest heaving as you sobbed.
“He’s really gone isn’t he?”
Robin held you in her arms that night as you cried yourself to sleep.
To your knowledge now, he had gone back to the U.S. - was he still in Chicago? Or, did he go back to New York? You realized it was better for you to not ask these questions, or to think of him at all. As the weeks had turned into months, you found yourself thinking of him a little less each day - but you still thought of him. You saw him in the passersby as you walked down the street, in every car window, in every businessman walking through the door to order a coffee. Sometimes, you’d hear a laugh, or get a brief whiff of cigarette smoke, and swear it was him. But it never was - it never would be again.
The days had dragged on, but luckily, you often found yourself too busy to dwell too much on thoughts of Steve. Between work and school, your plate was pretty full. With graduation in mere weeks, you had spent the entire term studying and working on your thesis. Steve’s remaining money, at least, allowed you to work far less hours than you had before - a small blessing, you supposed. 
The day was moving pretty quickly, the morning rush busy enough that two hours flew by without much notice. It was only during the afternoon lull that you found yourself able to look up from the espresso machine - only to lock eyes with a familiar face through the window.
Eddie smiled back at you, waving. You couldn’t help but grin, and beckoned him to come inside. He bounded through the glass doors, bursting into the coffee shop with the infectious, chaotic energy he always carries with him.
“Bella, how are you?” he asked, leaning over the counter with a big grin.
“I’m okay,” you said, shrugging.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Just okay?”
“Oh well - you know, a bit stressed with the end of term and all. But, that’ll all be over soon.”
“I’m almost done, too - just finishing up my exams, all of that nonsense.”
“Do you have someone for your thesis?”
You nodded. “Professor Hopper - he’s always had a soft spot for me,” you said, smiling fondly, thinking of the seemingly-gruff. 
“I have Clarke - I don’t actually know how much he knows about photography, he teaches chemistry for godsake, but apparently it’s a hobby or something, so he’ll sign off on whatever I do,” Eddie said, laughing.
“Oh! I forgot to tell you - I actually have my own studio space now.”
“What? Eddie, that’s amazing!”
He grinned. “Thanks - I mean, I’m still technically freelance, but I’m hoping once I’m fully graduated more work will start coming in. But for now, I don’t mind having some spare time to practice with the band.”
You did your best to stop yourself from rolling your eyes.
“Right - don’t forget me when you make it as a big rockstar, Eddie.”
He let out a hearty laugh at that, the infectious kind that had you joining in - you hadn’t laughed like that in quite some time.
“You know, you should come by later to check it out,” Eddie said. “I mean, if you want -”
You thought for a moment, then nodded.
“Sure, why not - I get off in about a half hour -”
“Perfect,” he cried, clapping his hands together. “I’ll just wait around then - and, uh, can I get an espresso? Since I’m already here and all.”
You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile.
“Yeah, sure thing Munson - I’ll take my sweet time with it, just for you.”
The end of your shift flew by, and soon enough you were pulling off your apron, linking your arm in Eddie’s as he led you out the door and through the city.
The studio, as it turned out, was only a few blocks away. The space was small, but nice - a big glass storefront allowed plenty of light in, even with the fading sun, indicative of the short days of winter. Some of Eddie’s work hung framed on the walls - city scenes, candids of people on the street, bands in action at his favorite club… and even a few of you, from the project you posed for a few years ago.
“Wow - this is amazing, Eddie!” you exclaimed, glancing around the studio with genuine pride for your friend. You knew this was always the goal for him, what he always wanted to do.
“Grazie mille,” he said, beaming. 
“Do you have anything lined up?”
He nodded.
“Some - nothing too interesting. A few weddings, graduation photoshoots, things like that. Oh, do you want to see the photo lab?”
You let him lead the way into the back room, passing through a dimly-lit room with machines and equipment that you were sure you had no idea how to use. Newly developed photos were hanging around on clothespins, or spread across the table in the middle.
“Back there is the darkroom,” Eddie said, gesturing to a small door on the other side of the room. “But yeah, this is where the magic happens.”
“You develop all your pictures this way?” you asked, examining a few laid across the table.
He shook his head. “Not exactly - only the stuff I shoot on film. A lot of what I do is digital, and I edit that on my computer but… I really do love shooting film. I only really do that for specific things. Oh, which reminds me!”
He turned his back to you, rummaging through a filing cabinet until he produced a large manila envelope, extending it to you. You furrowed your brow, confused. You turned it to examine it properly - the only thing written on it was your name and a date, in Eddie’s telltale scrawl.
“What -”
“It’s those pictures I owe you, from your birthday party - sorry, it took me a while to get around to developing them.”
Oh. 
“Oh,” you said quietly, gripping the envelope a bit tighter. “Uh, thanks - that was really nice of you, Eddie.”
You were still staring down at the parcel in your hands, your hands shaking a bit - you had completely forgotten that Eddie had been taking pictures all night. Most likely because you had been a bit distracted at the time. But now…
“I think they turned out pretty nice, if you ask me,” Eddie said. “But, you can be the judge of that yourself.”
You pressed your mouth into a tight line, nearly feigning a smile as you finally met his eyes again. He was looking back expectantly, and you realized he wanted you to look at them now. 
“Oh, yeah,” you mumbled. “I guess I’ll just -”
You opened it up, sliding out the stack of photos - they were slightly bigger than the ones you had seen from a digital camera, on a beautiful matte paper that you knew must have not been cheap. This, you realized, was Eddie’s belated birthday gift to you.
You thumbed through the pictures - the first few were just candids of your friends on the dancefloor, or deep in conversation around the bar. There were a few of you and Robin, arms thrown around each other and smiling ear-to-ear.
There were quite a few solo shots of you, raising a glass to the camera, mid-laugh, or dancing - somehow, he had made it look like you truly were the center of attention, as if to tell people this is who we were there for! 
You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, laughing quietly at a few of the shots, including one of Robin flipping off the camera as she kisses Vickie. Then, your smile dropped, because there he was.
Steve, looking as handsome as you remembered, but somehow also a stranger, or like a figment of your imagination. Somehow, a small part of your subconscious had convinced you over the last few months that perhaps he wasn’t real, a true figment of your imagination that had been too good to be true. But there he was, large as life, his arm wrapped around you as you smiled into the camera. You were smiling in his arms, a girl completely unrecognizable in some ways. In another photo, he’s pressing a kiss to your cheek as you laugh - you remembered that one being taken, that’s for sure. You gently trailed your fingers across the picture, as if you were hoping to reach in and pull that happy girl out, just to shake a bit of sense into her. You didn’t even realize you were crying until a fat wet teardrop his the page, rolling down and off the edge.
“Whoa - are you alright?” Eddie asked, his voice tinged with worry.
You jumped, having nearly forgotten that he was there at all. How long had you been staring at the pictures of Steve? For a few minutes, or hours? There was no way to know.
“Yeah, I’m good,” you said, the thickness in your voice betraying you. You pressed the heels of your hands under your eyes, willing the gentle tears to stop, sniffling.
“What’s wrong?” Eddie asked softly.
You laughed dryly, more hot tears welling up as you did.
“Nothing! I - they’re beautiful, Eddie. Really - thank you. You - you’ve really got a talent.”
Your voice wobbled a bit at the end, and you sniffled.
“I’m sorry, I - it’s nothing to do with you,” you assured him. “I just - I’ve been having a hard time lately.”
Eddie cocked his head, confused. Then, his eyes flitted down to the picture in your hands.
“Oh - I’m sorry, I - is this about him?” Eddie asked quietly, gesturing to the photos. You just nodded, avoiding his gaze again as you stuffed them back into the envelope.
“I didn’t know you two had broken up, I’m sorry -”
“We didn’t break up!” you snapped, harsher than intended. “Fuck, I - sorry, that came out wrong. We didn’t break up, because we were never exactly together. It’s just complicated.”
Eddie furrowed his brow. “Yeah, okay - well, I’m sorry to hear about your not-breakup. I guess I’m just a little surprised.”
“Why’s that?” you asked.
He shrugged. “I spent a long time looking at all of those when I was developing them - you know how they say pictures tell a thousand words?”
You nodded.
“Well - I take pictures of a lot of couples - weddings, engagement shoots, all of that… and I’ve never seen two people more in love than you two.”
You felt your chest tighten - maybe you were being a lovesick idiot at your party, but Steve?
You shook your head. “No - Eddie, it… it wasn’t like that. I can promise you that.”
Steve made that perfectly clear.
Eddie shrugged again. “I’m just telling you what I observed, that’s all.”
“Well maybe you should mind your business,” you grumbled.
Fuck. You shouldn’t have said that.
Eddie’s face fell a bit, and he slowly took a step back, hands shoved in his pockets.
“My apologies,” he whispered. He was hurt, that much was obvious. You mentally kicked yourself.
“No Eddie - I’m sorry, I didn’t -” 
You sighed, frustrated.
“Things have been, like, really weird the last few months and… it doesn’t matter.”
“I could tell,” he said, voice quiet. “You’ve been.. Distant.”
You nodded, the awkwardness filling the space between you two. You had fucked this up too, somehow.
“So,” you said, clearing your throat. “Uh, it’s getting late, and dark… I probably should head home.”
“Yeah, okay - good idea, I have some stuff to work on anyway.”
You both nodded, avoiding eye contact as you both headed out back into the studio.
It wasn’t until you were at the door that you turned to face Eddie again.
“The place really is beautiful… I’m proud of you,” you said sincerely. He offered a small smile in return.
“Thanks.”
“I also - the pictures are beautiful. Thank you for these, I - they’re great.”
“I’m sorry if they -”
“Don’t apologize,” you said firmly. “They’re great - you’ve really got a gift, you know.”
You could tell Eddie was fighting a real smile, a small win in your book.
“C’mon, you know my ego’s just fine on its own.”
You laughed, and without thinking, pulled him into a tight hug.
“I’m sorry I lost it a little earlier,” you whispered.
“It’s alright,” he said, pulling away. “Heartbreak is funny like that.”
You decided not to bother protesting his assessment this time, too tired to start a fight again just to feel something.
“Right, okay.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to take out the photos with… him?” Eddie asked, gesturing down to the envelope.
“No, that’s alright - I’m a big girl, I can go through them. I’m definitely going to hang a few of these up though, so thanks again.”
“Take good care of yourself darling, alright? And come by any time - for any reason.”
It was an olive branch, an assurance that things were okay. You forced a smile, nodding.
“Thanks, Eddie - you’re a great friend, you know.”
You bid your farewells, and left the studio with a strange feeling settling within you. You pulled your coat a little tighter around you, stuffing the envelope underneath as you charged through the chilly evening air to the nearest bus stop.
You didn’t get home until nearly 6pm, the winter sky fully dark by then. By the time you walked a few blocks and up the stairs to your apartment, your face was stinging from the cold, the wind picking up more since that afternoon.
Robin was on the couch, a rerun of Friends playing on the TV.
“Hey! You’re back kind of late,” she remarked.
“Yeah - I ran into Eddie, funnily enough,” you replied, hoping you sounded nonchalant.
“Oh really? How is he? I miss him - we should really make a plan to hang out with him soon -”
“Yeah, for sure,” you said, kicking off your shoes and hanging your coat on the rack. “He’s good - I saw his new studio, it’s nice.”
“Oh, no way! That’s great - I need to go sometime -”
“Yeah, totally,” you said, absentminded. “Uh, I’ve got some stuff to do, but I’ll be out here later -”
“Maybe we can get takeout or something -”
“Yeah, perfect -” you tittered, closing your bedroom door behind you, eyes on the envelope in your hands.
You bit your lip, debating what to do. Part of you considered finding all of the pictures of Steve, and burning them. But, that felt a bit dramatic. You pulled out the stack again, sifting through until you found the shots of him. You couldn’t help but smile, looking at how happy the girl in the photos was - if only she knew how quickly things would fall apart that night. The photo of Steve kissing you cheek was your favorite - it was just full of pure, unbridled joy. The one after that was the one you stared at for quite some time, though. You were looking into the camera, grinning widely. Steve, however, wasn’t - no, he was looking at you. You stared at him for quite some time - and remembered Eddie’s words.
I’ve never seen two people more in love than you two.
You had thought it was crazy - but, in the picture, Steve was looking at you like you’d hung the stars. Like, if he didn’t have you, he’d be lost. He was looking at you with eyes full of love - you just hadn’t been looking.
You gasped, realizing what Eddie had seen that you couldn’t - maybe everything had meant more to Steve than he had let on. No, that was crazy - wasn’t it?
What happened next didn’t have much explanation - it was probably crazy. You found yourself Googling Steve’s company headquarters in Chicago - it couldn’t be this easy, could it? But it was.
A quick call through the directory brought you to his secretary, a bubbly woman who was more than happy to help. You pretended to be the secretary of a business partner you had remembered Steve mentioning, saying how you wanted to send a thank-you gift - it had been too easy to get his home address, really. And, a confirmation that he was back in Chicago.
The next morning, you sent out an envelope, sticking on international postage. You debated not putting your name on the return address, but ultimately decided to include it - he’d recognize the address anyway. When you dropped it at the post office, you walked away feeling a sense of relief - and, perhaps, just a bit unhinged. TIme would tell if anything came of it. But, at the very least, it felt like finally closing the chapter of your life that had been defined by Steve Harrington. And, that was a good thing… right?
********
The day before Christmas Eve, you received great news: confirmation that you had passed all of your exams, your thesis receiving glowing feedback from the professors in your department. Your degree, which studied Art History and Travel and Tourism Management, meant that you would actually be able to stay here - you hoped to work in tourism in some way right here in Rome, or perhaps work in one of the city’s many museums - being bilingual would help, and more importantly, it meant you never had to set foot back in the United States again, if you didn’t want.
Christmas brought its usual cheer and celebration, complete with mulled wine and a potluck dinner you and Robin held for some of the other foreign students you were friendly with, knowing they didn’t have families to go to for the holidays. Your graduation only brought extra festivities, including a speech prepared by Robin given as a toast at dinner, saying how proud she was of you (and, how jealous she was that you didn’t have to worry about schoolwork anymore). It was silly yet sincere enough to make you tear up and pull her into a big hug. Eddie and Jonathan even swung by for a bit, joining in on the celebration until the wee hours of the morning. Robin and Vickie were all over each otherYou ate and drank to your heart’s content before stumbling to bed, leaving cleanup in the kitchen for the morning.
The morning of Boxing Day, it turned out, was actually the afternoon, with you and Robin oversleeping. You, to your own relief, felt tired, but not too hungover - the same couldn’t be said for Robin and Vickie, who stumbled into the kitchen with grimaces on their faces and grumbles as a greeting.
You spent most of the day cleaning up from the last two days’ festivities, washing dishes and clearing away wrapping paper, wiping countertops and vacuuming just enough until your home felt semi-in order. 
You were still in your pajamas as it was getting dark again in the evening, a rarity these days. When Robin said she was heading out to dinner with Vickie and likely would be staying at her place that night, you bid her farewell, looking forward to some time alone to fully relax and unwind. 
It was several hours later, after scrounging together a dinner of Christmas leftovers and half-dozing on the couch while a movie played, that your doorbell rang. You sat up with a start, your heart jumping at the unexpected intrusion. You stumbled to the door, grumbling about who could possibly be here at this hour - maybe Robin decided to come back after all, and got locked out again? You were ready to playfully ridicule her when you opened the door. But when you saw who was standing on the other side, you froze.
Steve Harrington was there on your doorstep, barely illuminated in the dim light. His chest was heaving, his hair just a bit disheveled. His eyes widened when he saw you, and you imagined you did the same. Your heart plummeted to your stomach at the sight of him, so real and alive in front of you. Were you dreaming? Was this some sick prank?
Neither of you said anything for a moment, two mouths hanging open, searching for the words.
“It’s Christmas,” you blurted out, the first words you’ve said to him in over four months.
“It’s December 26th,” he replied, simply and casually.
“I - well, it’s still a holiday, kind of.”
“Yeah, I know - do you know how hard it is to catch a last-minute flight on Christmas?”
You just stood there in the doorway, unable to think of anything else to say - what the fuck?
“What are you doing here?” you asked, words biting. You were lashing out a bit, but you didn’t care - this moment right now reminded you of a similar one over the summer, when he came to your doorstep to explain how he wasn’t engaged. What was his excuse now?
“Why did you send me this?” he asked, holding up a familiar envelope - the photo.
Why did you? You weren’t certain of that answer yourself. So, you went with the first explanation that came to your head.
“It’s a good picture of you,” you said quietly.
He rolled his eyes.
“Do not - I don’t hear from you for months, then I get this in the mail - on Christmas Eve, mind you -”
“I’m sorry, were you supposed to hear from me?”
“I don’t know!” he cried. “Maybe?”
You scoffed. “You can’t be serious - you made it very clear that you never wanted to see me again.”
“I - what?”
“I wish you well? Take care? We ended things, Steve - what else was I meant to think?”
He sighed, his shoulders sagging.
“I don’t know. I guess part of me - it doesn’t matter. But, what am I supposed to make of this?” he asks, waving the envelope.
“I - Eddie gave me a bunch of pictures he took at my birthday party… I thought maybe you’d want that one.”
He took a tentative step closer towards you, gauging your reaction. You held your ground, not breaking eye contact.
“Is that the only reason?” he asked, voice low.
You felt your heartbeat quicken, your palms clammy - he really was just so handsome. Still, there was something so boyish about him, something that reminded you of why you fell for him in the first place. He had cut his hair a bit, his summer tan faded - and he looked tired. Then again, you probably did too - you suddenly became conscious of the fact that you were in your pajamas, still looking like you had just woken up - you wished you could disappear, never to be perceived again.
“Yeah,” you whispered. “The only reason.”
He was close enough now that you could see his Adam’s Apple bob as he gulped, his eyes glancing up and down your form as he took a deep breath.
“Tell me that, when you sent this, there wasn’t at least a small part of you that hoped I’d respond - that, when you sent this, you hoped I’d call, or show up here. If there wasn’t, I’ll walk away right now, and you’ll never have to see me again.”
There it was - everything laid out on the table. So much was still unsaid - but, it was obvious that he also had been hurting the last few months, that he didn’t want this to end, maybe even nearly as much as you did. 
“You really flew all the way here because I sent you a photo?” you whispered.
He nodded. “Of course I did.”
“You realize how crazy that is, right?”
He chuckled dryly.
“Well, they do say it makes you do crazy things.”
“...it?” you asked, voice wavering.
He nodded.
Oh.
“Come inside,” you murmured. “It’s pretty cold out there.”
As soon as the door was shut behind him, he began spiraling into a new explanation.
“I hope you know that I didn’t come here just to - you’re right, it is kind of crazy, but I didn’t know what else to do, after everything that happened -”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” you said, cutting him off. “I don’t want to talk at all.”
You both stood there for a moment, eyes locked on eachother. Then, as if reading each other’s minds, you both moved at once - you crashed your lips into his, fast and desperate. He sighed against your lips, pulling you close as his tongue slipped into your mouth. 
You felt like crying - you had missed him so much, more than you had realized - his voice, his warmth, his scent - it brought everything flooding back, the feelings you had buried in an attempt at self-preservation. But now, as you kissed him, you felt the tears well up, stinging your eyes as they rolled down your face, hot and fast.
“Whoa - baby, it’s okay - what’s wrong -”
Baby. 
“Nothing,” you cried, wiping the tears away. “I just - I really fucking missed you.”
You felt stupid to admit it, but then again, didn’t he come close to confessing that himself just a few moments ago?
“I know, I know, baby - you have no fuckin’ idea -”
Another kiss, passionate and apologetic.
“I didn’t mean any of what I said that night,” you gasped, pulling him closer. “I was just so scared -”
“I know, me too, baby - m’sorry -”
Baby. Babybabybaby.
He was holding your face between his hands now, backing you up until you were pressed against the wall, his lips finding yours again. He titled his head down to nuzzle at your throat, pressing his lips to the sensitive skin there. You tipped your head back, giving him full access to do as he pleased. He kissed and nipped at your neck, until you were moaning and crying out his name, pulling at his coat until it fell off of his shoulders. You twisted your hands in his button-down, his hands squeezing tighter on your waist in response.
“Fuck, Steve,” you breathed. “I’m sorry -”
“Stop with that,” he said, firmly taking your face in his hands again, catching your lips in another gentle kiss. “You’re right, I just realy don’t want to talk anymore -”
Then he was kissing you again, swallowing your noises as you whined his name, fingers gripping his hair.
“Bedroom, now,” you told him. “Please -”
“Yeah, okay.”
He couldn’t keep his hands off of you, both of you stumbling down the small hallway and into your bedroom, Steve slamming the door closed behind him with his foot.
“No Robin?” he asked, lips finding your neck again.
“No - ah! She’s at Vickie’s tonight -”
“Thank Christ,” he growled. “I don’t know how quiet I’m capable of being right now.”
He was apparently as desperate as you were, lips finding yours hungrily as he pulled your oversized t-shirt over your head, eyes practically rolling to the back of his head when he saw your breasts.
“No bra?” he asked.
“I was lounging around, until you showed up -”
“Thank god,” he practically snarled, his hands finding the small of your back to pull you close.
You reached between yourselves, unbuttoning his shirt, fingers slipping as they shook with anticipation. He reached down to help you, until he eventually shrugged the shirt off. You wrapped your arms around him, pressing your bare chest to his, nearly crying again from the contact.
“I really missed you,” he whispered, a man ruined. “I never thought I’d be able to have you like this again -”
“None of that,” you murmured, pressing a finger to his lips. “It’s alright.”
You just stared at him, running your hands down his chest as you took a deep breath.
“I need to tell you something.”
“What is it?” he asked, face flickering with concern. “Oh god, are - are you seeing someone else? I didn’t even ask -”
“No! No, nothing like that,” you assured, biting your lip. “I just - do you remember the night of my birthday on our trip, on the rooftop?”
He nodded. “That was a really nice night.”
“I haven’t been totally honest with you,” you admitted, heart racing as you were ready to lay out the thing you had been terrified to admit aloud.
“About what?” he asked softly, cupping your cheek gently with his palm.
“Remember when I said something in Italian, and you asked what it meant? And I just said it meant I loved the gift, the star thing?”
He nodded. You took a deep, shuddering breath.
“That wasn’t exactly true. I - I said that I was in love with you,” you managed, voice quivering at the end. “That’s why I was so scared - I didn’t realize until I said it… I had broken our rule, our number one rule -”
“Hey, hey -” he cooed, shaking his head. “Did you mean it?”
You hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah - I still do.”
The few seconds that passed after that had your stomach doing somersaults - what if he still didn’t feel that way, and everything he had said in the doorway was bullshit? You thought you were going to be sick -
But his face softened, his eyes glistening - was he going to cry?
“Fuck the rules. I stopped following those a long time ago,” he said.
Your heart fluttered, your face heating.
“Are you saying -”
“How did you say it in Italian again?” he asked. “I’m sorry, I’ve been slacking on my lessons without you around.”
You laughed. “Oh, um, it’s sono innamorato di te. It translates directly as I’m in love with you, or I’m falling for you.”
He nodded. “Well then - sono innamorato di te.”
You felt like your chest was about to explode, and before you knew it, you were crying again. He was too, you realized, his cheeks glistening with tears as he choked a sob with laughter.
“We could’ve saved ourselves a lot of trouble if we both just said that in the first place,” he said, reaching to wipe away some of your tears.
“How long?” you asked.
“Since the night of the gala I brought you to. So… longer. I guess I win.”
You sobbed again, Steve swallowing the sound with another kiss. It’s wet and salty with tears, a mess of apologies and confessions.
“Steve - I -”
“I know, baby,” he whispered, kissing your salty cheeks. “It’s alright - I’m here now -”
The conversation truly stopped after that - you couldn’t keep your hands off of one another, shedding clothes until you were nude and devouring each other with desperation unlike anything you had ever felt before.
Steve was pressing his lips between your breasts when you asked, voice breathy and filled with need.
“Steve - I need you, please -”
“Mm - yeah, okay -”
Before he could move, you were reaching down to grasp his cock in your hand. He gasped, pupils blown as his head thumped back against the wall. The noise that came out of him was unholy, wrecked and ruined as you brushed your thumb along his leaking tip.
“Christ, baby -”
“Can I suck you off, please?” you asked, desperate to make him come undone. 
“Honey - you can’t - I just, I wanna fuck you so bad… I won’t last if I let you get your mouth on me, baby.”
You pouted, even as your heart raced with the thrill of knowing you’d have him inside you again.
“Next time,” he said, “I swear.”
A promise of a next time, of a thousand more times - you started kissing him again, lips bruising his - losing yourself in any drink or drug would never compared to losing yourself in Steve Harrington, you decided.
“Get on the bed,” he muttered, gently pushing you back. You did as he asked, falling back onto the mattress gently as he joined you, face hovering inches from yours.
His hair was a mess, pupils blown and lips glossy. He just shook his head, as if in disbelief.
“What?” you asked.
“You’re just so beautiful,” he breathed. 
You felt your face heat, and you buried your face in your hands.
“Shut up.”
“About you? Not likely.”
Before you could come up with a clever remark, he was kissing your neck again, his lips traveling down slowly between the valley of your breasts, taking his time - he was going to leave bruises, you already knew.
But he didn’t stop, traveling down, down, down - 
“What are you -”
“I never said I didn’t want to taste you first,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “I miss having my mouth on you so fuckin’ much -”
“Fuck,” you gasped. “You’re unreal -”
“Says you,” he retorted. Whatever you planned to say next died on your lips, anything resembling a coherent thought dissolving as his lips found your cunt.
“Oh my god,” you groaned, back arching as his tongue swirled around your clit.
“Just as fuckin’ sweet as I remembered,” he whispered, his breath against your pussy making your chest heave.
He licked a stripe along your slit, making your back arch off the bed, your eyes fluttering closed.
“Be loud for me, baby,” he murmured, lips finding your clit again. You did as he asked, moaning and crying out his name as he devoured your pussy, eliciting desperate sounds from you as your fingers wound themselves in his hair. He groaned as you pulled on his locks, encouraging you to continue doing so as he opted to slide a finger inside you.
“Fuck - Steve! Ohmygod, fuck -”
You felt him smile as he lapped and licked at your folds, adding a second finger and beginning to pump them in earnest, finding that spot inside of you too easily. 
You were crying out, bucking your hips against Steve’s lips, like putty in his hands. For about ten minutes you were completely his, mind numb with pleasure as he took you apart with his mouth. You let him, feeling the blunt fingernails of his free hand digging into your thigh, pulling you as close as possible.
“Steve - I’m gonna - I’m so close, y’feel too good -”
Encouraged, he picked up the pace a bit, sending you completely over the edge. When you came, you saw stars, grinding down on Steve’s mouth and fingers. You were screaming, and he helped you through it, nuzzling against your core as you pulsed around his fingers. Your hand left his hair and found his temple, gently coaxing him closer as you rode out your orgasm.
You were still breathing heavily as he kissed his way slowly back up your body, worshiping every inch of skin he could find. YOu didn’t let your eyes open again until he was face-to-face with you, chin glistening with your release as he wore a smug grin.
“Such a good girl for me,” he murmured. “Tasted so good… you came so hard for me -”
“Mm -” you hummed, pulling him down for a kiss. You tasted yourself on him, the sensation completely euphoric.
“Do you need some time?” he asked gently.
You ran a finger over your clit, still sensitive and puffy, and shook your head.
“No, I’m okay - I actually really need you to fuck me.”
“Thank god,” he said, exasperated. “I don’t think I can go another second without fucking you -”
“I know -”
“I would dream about you, you know - all the time. I’d wake up in the middle of the night with a hard-on, of a mess in my boxers like a fuckin’ teenager -”
“I know what you mean,” you admitted, recalling a few times you had thought of him as you touched yourself since he’d left. 
“Please tell me you’re still on the fuckin’ pill -”
“Yeah, I am - God, Steve -”
“I know, I know - ready baby?”
You nodded, locking your eyes with his as he positioned himself above you, pushing inside of you ever so slowly. You could tell he was holding back, doing everything he could to not enter you in one rough movement. You winced at the stretch, nearly forgetting just how big he was. He kissed apologies across your face, gasping as he felt your warm walls envelope him.
“Fuck -” he groaned, burying his face in your neck. “I can’t believe I went so long without this - you feel so fuckin’ perfect, baby - such a tight, perfect pussy -”
“You feel so good,” you breathed, digging your fingernails into his shoulderblades. “Steve - I’m so full, please fuck me -”
He did as you asked, rolling his hips against yours, eliciting a groan from both of you. He was still holding back you could tell - but you didn’t have time for that, not after months of missing him, of missing this -
“Let go, baby,” you whispered. “Please -”
“What did you just call me?” he asked.
“I - baby,” you repeated. You realized you never had before - was that wrong?
“Say it again,” he breathed.
“Baby,” you breathed, gasping as he thrust into you a little harder. 
“Baby, please - fuck me, let go,” you cried.
It became fast and hard quickly, the desperation you shared impossible to mask. The slapping of his hips against yours was positively dirty, Steve’s arms caging you underneath him as he pounded into you. Your hand snaked down between you, your own finger finding your clit.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, continuing his relentless pace. “Touch yourself for me, just like that - M’not gonan last long, I’m sorry, you just feel too good -”
“It’s okay,” you assured, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I want you to lose it.”
He groaned, the room filling with the sound of slapping skin and moans, your names on each other’s lips.
Nothing else mattered, not when Steve was making you feel like this, not when he had flown across an ocean on a whim, a desperate hope to just see you again, even if only for a moment. You suddenly became so overwhelmed with love for this man, this person who had turned your world upside down - it was indescribable, impossible to even express. So you just held him tight, burying your face into his shoulder.
“M’close - I need you to come with me, baby - can you do that? I know you can, you’re always so good for me -”
You nodded, unable to formulate words anymore.
“I fuckin’ love you,” he cried, hips stuttering, his thrusts growing sloppier. “So much, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you - I love you, baby -”
His words sent you over the edge, white-hot pleasure surging through your body as you screamed his name. The feeling of you clamping around him sending him into his own orgasm. He spilled inside of you, your name on his lips like a prayer. He practically collapsed on top of you, the feeling of his heartbeat against yours feeling like home, like it was always meant to be this way.
Your breaths were labored, sweet kisses peppered across skin. Neither of you spoke for quite some time. After he rolled off of you, he immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you as close as physically possible.
He pressed a kiss to your forehead, slow and gentle. It was only when you pulled back, brushing some of his sweaty hair away from his face, that you broke the silence.
“I love you, too,” you murmured. You brushed your fingers along his face, and he caught your wrist, pressing kisses to your palm and knuckles, as if determined to worship you every chance he got.
“I want more than an arrangement,” he whispered. “I don’t want rules, or a deal, or -”
“Yeah, that was obvious,” you replied, chuckling. “And, me too.”
“And, you were right - you have school, and I never wanted you to think I just wanted you like a trophy or something - you have your own life, aspirations, and i know that - I just like spoiling you, but I never wanted you to give up who you are,” he said, face soft. “I need you to know that.”
“I do,” you murmured.
You really did. 
“Besides, I graduated.”
He raised an eyebrow. “What? When?”
“Officially? A few days ago.”
He smiled, soft and sincere - part of you was worried he might cry again.
“Congratulations - I’ll have to take you out to celebrate.”
“Mm - sounds good to me. How long - when are you here until?”
There was still life to reckon with, after all - living on two different continents, jobs, obligations - the kind of thing that could ruin this. But, he just shook his head.
“I bought an open-ended ticket. So, until whenever you want.”
“I - what? What about work?”
He shrugged. “Turns out, when you run the place, you can get away with that stuff.”
Your jaw dropped.
“What? Are you serious?”
He nodded. “Brenner’s out. I’m in - youngest CEO in the company’s history.” 
You laughed, pressing your palm to your forehead as you stared at the ceiling in disbelief.
“Steve - that’s amazing. But how -”
“Shhh - we’ll figure everything out later. But, let’s at least ring in the new year together, yeah?”
You nodded cautiously - he really was here, now, and wanted to make it work.
“Okay,” you said. “Sounds good.”
“Hey - you know what’s really pissing me off, though?”
“What?” you asked, wary as a pit of dread formed in your gut.
“I have to thank Eddie fucking Munson for fixing this.”
You laughed, a real, hearty laugh, and in that moment, you realized things were going to be okay.
******
That night, you slept better than you had in months, safe and warm in Steve’s arms. That was, until you woke to Robin’s scream the next morning, both of you shooting up in bed with a start.
“WHAT IS HE DOING IN YOUR BED?” she cried, shielding her eyes. “God - I wish I could bleach my eyes - motherfucker -”
Then, the door was slamming shut, Robin bemoaning her luck as she bolted down the hall to her own room.
You felt your face heat with embarrassment, sinking under the covers.
“Well - I guess I owe her an explanation -”
“Later,” Steve saidly, shaking his head incredulously. “For Christmas, I’m getting you a fucking industrial lock for that door!”
Then you were laughing, blissful and unable to control yourself, Steve joining you. He kissed the giggles away, pulling your body to his, and not much talking happened after that.
It didn’t matter what real life held after this - because Steve was here, and he was yours. Wherever you ended up, you realized, if you were with Steve, you would be home.
He was here to stay.
author's note: Hi y'all - thanks for your patience! This story isn't quite done - there will be an epilogue posted tomorrow. But, that's essentially the conclusion of don't call me 'baby' - I told you it would be a happy ending! Shoutout to @is-writing for some help with this. And of course as always, Em, without whom this fic wouldn't have happened. Comments, reblogs, and messages are always welcome - keep an eye out for the epilogue!
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Crowley and Aziraphale's communication in the final 15 is bad, but going back through the season I've realized it's even more prevalent than I thought…
not all of these miscommunications are a problem, but they barely have one interaction that doesn't include some form of lack of communication, so I thought it was worth highlighting the pattern
List under the cut, analysis at the end
Aziraphale doesn't tell Crowley about the naked man, Nina does
Aziraphale doesn't tell him it's Gabriel, he tell him it's Jim, Crowley sees it's Gabriel
"I feel like your exactly and my exactly are different exactlys" (aka miscommunication- assuming they're on the same page when they're not)
Cowley doesn't tell Aziraphale the stakes, that he could be erased from the book of life for helping Gabriel
The Apology dance is literally dancing around the issue. He doesn't want to apologize because he doesn't believe he is in the wrong, but they never talk through it, they just move forward
"Ah, we're going to the pub!" As they're walking in the door. so Aziraphale didn't tell him where they were going, he just lead him there??
Aziraphale and Crowley don't agree on how to get Nina and Maggie together, but they go ahead and execute their own plans without discussing it further. Crowley does ask "I'm lost, am I doing a rainstorm?" but Aziraphale has already moved on and doesn't answer him. He's already decided the ball is the better option, but he doesn't communicate that. Later, Crowley tries to tell Aziraphale about his plan with the rainstorm, but Aziraphale ignores him. "You don't want to hear about my plan?" Then when Crowley tells him the rainstorm plan was a bust, Aziraphale has no idea what he's talking about.
After telling Crowley about the Clue, Aziraphle doesn't let them discuss it at all. He literally cuts Crowley off from asking any questions about it "no! not another word."
When Aziraphale asks to take the Bentley, he doesn't really ask, he's telling Crowley he's going to take it. Crowley says no indirectly "You can't drive my Bentley." Aziraphale explains that he can drive because he has a license. So Crowley says "No" plainly. Aziraphale ignores him. Crowley says "No" again, louder, clearer, slaps Aziraphale's hand away, but Aziraphale still ignores him.
When Aziraphale tells Crowley what he learned about Gabriel in Edinburgh, they never discuss it fully because Crowley cuts him off to execute his rainstorm that they've also never fully discussed.
Neither Aziraphale or Crowley tell the other that Shax confronted them. More importantly, Aziraphale doesn't tell Crowley that Shax tricked him into revealing that Gabriel is in the bookshop.
Aziraphale is very coy with Crowley while planning the ball "wait and see!" He never actually tells Crowley his plan.
When Aziraphale suggests "just talking" to Gabriel, he looks pleased when Crowley says "Actually, I will." He doesn't seems to read Crowley's tone. Crowley then proceeded to yell at Gabriel and tells him to jump out a window. Probably not what Aziraphale had in mind.
Of course, the whole scene in the ball. Crowley doesn't tell Aziraphale about the demons straight away, he leads with a seemingly less urgent "somethings wrong". Aziraphale is barely listening anyway. He's too in his own world, too caught up in psyching himself up to ask Crowley to dance.
After the demons storm the ball, Aziraphale tells Crowley he's got a suggestion, but Crowley cuts him off "I've got it."
Crowley doesn't tell Aziraphale what he learned in Heaven. He doesn't tell him about Armageddon part 2, or that Gabriel was fired for not wanting to go ahead with it. He doesn't even tell him this during their big fight at the end, when you would think it would be a convincing point towards Aziraphel staying.
Neil has revealed that Crowley never told Aziraphale that he was living in his car
And then their final argument is laden with miscommunication, (people have gone into great depths analyzing this already, but I’ll just sum it up so it’s included) - Aziraphale assumes Crowley would want to be an angel again, but they’ve clearly never discussed this. Crowley assumes Aziraphale is on the same page with why heaven is so bad, but they’ve clearly not fully discussed this either.  Crowley can barely look at Aziraphale when he’s confessing. He can’t get out the word “partner.” He can’t finish his sentence “I would like to spend…” Then there’s “nothing lasts forever” which Crowley interprets entirely differently from Aziraphale’s intention. “I don’t think you understand what I’m offering you” “I understand, and I think I understand a whole lot better than you.” And then, when Crowley has given up on trying to communicate verbally, he kisses Aziraphale as a last “Hail Mary” to get him to understand. But of course he doesn’t. That’s not communication. 
So.
If you’re still with me, what’s the point of laying all this out? Well, a couple of things. I’ll try to organize my thoughts coherently. 
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Crowley and Aziraphale’s communication is beyond a simple fix
It is so much worse than I originally thought. What they need is couples therapy. They both need to become aware of the broken way they relate to each other, and they need to do a lot of work on listening to each other, giving each other space to talk, and being honest with what they know and how they are feeling. We needed someone to call them out, make them aware of this, but Nina and Maggie TRIED this season, and it was not enough. Unfortunately, I’m fairly confident season 3 will not just be six hour long couples therapy sessions. I’m not sure how much room for working on communication skills there will be at all. Neil has described season three as big, loud, and action packed. I have no idea how this issue will be resolved in that context. 
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Something horrible I realized when making this list. Crowley’s relationship with Aziraphale is beginning to mirror his toxic relationship with heaven. Aziraphale develops a plan- taking care of Gabriel, investigating the clue, organizing the ball. He wants things to go just the way he has in mind. He does not let Crowley say no. He does not let Crowley ask questions!!! And now Aziraphale is running heaven? What makes us think he would treat Crowley any differently in a real position of power? It would have been so. bad. if Crowley accepted Aziraphale’s offer. Yes, Aziraphale and Crowley are on the same page on preserving the world and humanity, and yes they love each other and want to be with each other, but when it comes to what to do about it, they don’t see eye to eye. And neither of them know how to properly collaborate or communicate. 
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Finally, why do Aziraphale and Crowleyhide things from one another? Simply, they don’t really trust each other. I mean they do, sort of, but not entirely. They have a deeper trust. They trust that the other cares about them, and won't harm them intentionally, but they have so many deep rooted issues with trust from their past with heaven and hell that it overflows into their relationship. People have said Crowley keeps information from Aziraphale to protect him, but that also comes from a place of mistrust. He doesn’t trust Aziraphale to protect himself. He doesn’t trust him to do what he would do with that information. Similarly, Aziraphale doesn’t trust Crowley to let him do things his way. They don’t know how to collaborate! Not really. It's something they want, but were never taught. Collaboration was never encouraged in Heaven or hell.
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trashpandato · 5 months
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Morning
Despite what people might assume, Lena Luthor is not a morning person. 
Yes, she is awake at 5:30 am most days and at the office before 7am. And yes, that usually means she operates on much less than the recommended eight hours of sleep. She has trained herself for years to function like this, to be productive and effective well before most people crawl out of their sheets in the mornings.
But that doesn’t mean she likes being awake this early.
Kara has learned long ago that Lena is mostly non-verbal before her first cup of coffee at home, that there is a window of time after that coffee when it’s best not to say anything to her because Lena has an uncanny ability to turn even the most mundane sentences into an all-out argument. Kara also knows that Lena spends her mornings in her head, going over the day ahead, rehearsing speeches she needs to give, running through plans for board meetings, mentally preparing for each and every item on her schedule that day. So it is not the best time to ask or tell Lena anything —there’s a good chance she won’t hear it or won’t remember later.
Weekends are a little different. There is less of a schedule, less pressure to be at the office at a specific time, but the general rules still apply: don’t talk to Lena before her first coffee, keep conversations light and shelve important information for later.
It’s a routine that Kara knows well, has known it for a number of years now. So she is a little taken aback when she gets out of bed one Saturday morning to find Lena in the kitchen, with a warm smile, holding out a coffee for Kara.
“Good morning, darling.”
“Morning,” Kara mumbles around a slight frown. “How long have you been up?’
“Not long,” Lena says, and Kara can hear some nervousness in her voice but she still seems a lot more chipper than normal.
Kara nods and accepts the coffee. 
“So, I was wondering, well, I have some thoughts for what we could do today, but I have a question for you first,” Lena starts, and her words are uncharacteristically rambly. 
Kara isn’t entirely sure what’s going on. “Okay?”
She watches Lena fiddle with her fingers and there’s an overall high-strung energy about her that is highly unusual for this time of day.
“Okay. So. Here’s the question.”
And Kara doesn’t hear the rest because her own heartbeat roars loudly in her ears when Lena drops down on one knee in front of her and holds out a bracelet and a ring. She knows Lena will tease her about it for the rest of her life, (“I had the best proposal speech and you didn’t hear a single word of it.”), but right in this moment, all she cares about is seeing the hope and love on Lena’s face and the way tears spring to her eyes as soon as Kara cuts her off and blurts out a loud “yes! Yes, of course, yes.”
Best morning ever.
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lustspren · 9 months
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P.S.T EP. 5 | Same Scent ft Lee Sisters
length: 10.9k words ✦
Chaeryeong, Chaeyeon & Male Reader
genres: blowjob, oral sex, not exactly a threesome (no incest you pervs), hard sex, anal, creampie, fluffy, sister competition,
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The night of your session (or rather, of your game of cat and mouse) with Ryujin and Yuna was longer than you thought it was going to be, they had offered you to spend the night with them, on the condition that you had to leave at 7 in the morning from there since they had a schedule to attend to a couple of hours later. No doubt you accepted, and it was definitely one of the most fun nights of your entire life, and that's without even having alcohol involved.
After Yuna's hilarious question, the three of you stayed lounging in the room for about an hour, just chatting and making funny comments to make the atmosphere less lewd and more friendly for the three of you, despite the obvious fact that the three of you were still naked. The first to get up to go take a well-deserved bath was Ryujin, leaving you alone with Yuna, who took advantage of the moment to kiss you as much as she could until Ryujin returned. Yuna was next, and then you also took a bath for the three of you to go down to the second floor, where Lia and Chaery were preparing dinner.
Yeji was not with you that night, you asked for her to Chaery, who was the closest to her lately, but even she couldn't tell you where she was, she only mentioned that she had heard her talking on the phone during that whole week with a girl whose voice she couldn't recognize, it seemed suspicious to you, and you thought about it for a few minutes until dinner was ready.
As always, the food Lia prepared was unbelievably delicious, and it was all the more reason why that girl seemed like the complete package to you, but the dinner this time had a different touch to it than when Lia made it, and you figured this had something to do with Chaery now having contributed to much of the stuff you were eating. Everything was extremely tasty, and you could tell that it was a dinner cooked with love and dedication.
After having a nice dinner, the five of you discussed what you could do during the following hours of the night, there were several proposals on the table, among which were watching movies, seeing a show, playing board games or playing other things like charades or the classic karaoke, and after a few minutes of debate, you agreed to play monopoly.
Monopoly being the game that it was, you played game after game without a break, each with different eventualities and events that led to laughter or arguments. That night you discovered a lot of things: Yuna was clumsier than you thought for these kinds of games, Ryujin was a lousy loser, Lia seemed more like the leader of the group than Yeji, and Chaery was incredibly smart and good at those games.
Time simply passed, and if it wasn't for Lia's responsible instinct and common sense, you would have gone to sleep who knows what time. None of you were happy about it, but she took it upon herself to remind you what time you had to wake up, and then none of you complained anymore. Everyone was about to go to their rooms, but you dared to ask Lia if you could sleep with her that night, she was loving flirting with you, and she didn't hesitate to say yes, so that night you slept comfortably snuggled up with Lia, while Ryujin and Chaery slept in the beds in the same room, neither seemed to care, which you later felt relieved about.
The girls were used to sleeping for a few hours, but not you, that morning you slept only 4 hours, and at 7 in the morning when the alarm on Lia's phone went off, you felt like a child who was forced to go to the school on a monday. Luckily Lia was quite patient with you, and she managed to wake you up with tender words and little shakes to your body. You left there as fast as your zombified body could at that moment, saying goodbye to all the girls including Yeji, who apparently had arrived during the early hours of the morning and seemed almost as sleep-destroyed as you.
It was fucking difficult and dangerous to drive back to your apartment, but when you got there it felt like quite an accomplishment. You went upstairs to your apartment, not even bothering to turn on the lights or open the windows before going straight to your room and falling onto the bed to fall asleep again.
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When you woke up, apart from doing it completely unaware of your position in time and space, you found two surprises, one good and the other bad, the bad one was that you had woken up at 4 in the afternoon, and the good one was that You had a couple of unread messages on your phone, you opened them to see who it was from, and you broke into a grin when you read Chaery's name. That was the very beginning of something that you didn't know would become something so special for you.
You had well known even before you met her in person that Lee Chaeryeong was an extremely sweet and kind person, but since that day you started chatting with her you could only think that people's impressions fell short of the beautiful person that she was. The first thing you two talked about was the date of your session with her, you had agreed on a day quite close, precisely next Saturday, but you found it quite cute that from the first moment she referred to that day with the word 'date'.
Chaery wrote to you every day without fail for the entire week prior to your date, and with each passing day you gained more confidence to tell each other situations about your daily life. She told you her problems, and you told her yours, and in a nice and funny way you always managed to comfort each other. And that's how it all began for you two, at first they were very tender and flirty conversations, but as expected, over time your chat was filled with more and more daring and lewd things.
You started with just risqué messages and tons of teasing, but when the atmosphere started to heat up, Chaery sent you the first nude, and many more followed after that, including incredibly sensual videos where she showed you her spectacular dance skills with very few amounts of clothing, and if there was any, it showed more than it covered. From there things escalated pretty quickly, even getting to the point where you and her had some pretty hot and wild Facetime sex.
When the day of your date finally arrived you received a call from Chaery early in the morning, and knowing how extremely stressed you have been all week, she told you to arrive early at night, and unlike the other girls, she specifically told you to dress as if you were going on a date with your biggest teenage crush, a request that truly melted your heart and one that you no doubt happily accepted.
For the first time in your entire career, you had notified your staff at the spa that you were going to take the whole day off for personal reasons, luckily they understood perfectly and had no further complications since they had enough staff to cover you, and you used that day off to prepare as best as possible for your date with Chaery. You bought yourself a nice new outfit suitable for the occasion, nothing too formal but not too careless either, a new perfume, and best of all, a not at all modest bouquet of flowers, full of lisianthus and orchids.
After having done all your errands and preparations, you headed to the girls' house at around 6:30 PM, driving with a small smile on your face and with the bouquet of flowers perfectly placed on the passenger seat. On the way you were listening to Locked out of Heaven by Bruno Mars, in a hardly happier and more excited state of mind.
You arrived at the girls' house around 6:45 PM. You got out of the car with a confident and victorious aura, determined that this would be a great day and that absolutely no one was going to be able to change it. You walked to the gate with the bouquet of flowers in one hand, entered the password, and walked inside, where Lee Chaeryeong was patiently waiting for you on the other side of the glass door that served as the main entrance.
As soon as she saw you go around the pool as you walked towards the door, her eyes lit up like two precious sea pearls while her jaw dropped, she put a hand to her mouth, and from the few meters that separated you, you could see how her eyes became teary. You rushed to catch up with her, and when you slid the glass door open, she lunged at you with a tight hug that nearly knocked you both into the pool.
"Oh my god hi oppa!" she greeted you with her face buried in your neck and a lump in her throat.
"Hi sweetie!" You put your arms around her and hugged her as tightly as the bouquet of flowers would allow, a smile on her face as you pressed your nose into her hair, which had a sweet coconut scent that left you completely delighted.
"I can't believe it, are they really for me?" she asked, separating from you, referring to the bouquet of flowers. She looked into your eyes, on the verge of tears. Fuck, how much damage did those bastards do to her? You just wanted to keep her in a glass box and protect her from the world. She was too cute and wonderful for the rotten and disgusting society in which she lived.
"Of course they're for you, honey," you nodded with a smirk, holding out the bouquet to her, "And gosh, you look gorgeous!" she was wearing a beautiful dark flowered sundress that exposed her shoulders and legs from a few inches above her knees, she was also wearing khaki boots.
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"God, I don't know what to say oppa, they're beautiful, thank you so much," she pouted, picking up the bouquet to sniff some.
"Baby, you don't have to thank me," you took her chin, caressing it with your index finger and thumb, "it's the least a girl as kind and pretty as you deserves."
"Oppa! You're going to make me cry!" she complained, with a tear already falling down her cheek.
"Oh hell no, come here," you cradled her face in your hands, and pulled her close to give her multiple little pecks on her lips, which she happily reciprocated.
"You also look very handsome... and you smell delicious!" Chaery said with a small giggle, wiping tears from her eyes to look at you.
"I know right?" You made a flirtatious face at Chaery, and stepped back for a 360-degree spin that made her laugh. The outfit you wore was khaki wool pants, classic white vans, an open vintage brown cardigan, and a lighter shade polo shirt tucked into your pants underneath.
"Yep," she nodded, holding the bouquet with a big smile on her face as she looked you up and down, "It's a really nice vintage outfit, I love it."
"Well I'm glad you like it, you'd be surprised how expensive these cardigans are," you joked, taking a step in front of her to give her another kiss on the lips, "should we come in?"
"Sure!" she said, turning to walk inside, you followed her, "by the way, we have the whole house to ourselves today."
"Oh wow, really?" you asked, walking behind her toward the second floor, "how did you make that happen?"
"Easy, I forced them," she said with complete seriousness, implying that she wasn't joking, "you'd be surprised how many things I can get them into trouble with."
"Honestly I wouldn't be surprised, they all seem like a big mess to deal with," you laughed, she stepped aside, so that you walked up the stairs ahead of her. You made it to the second floor, and Chaery behind you turned on all the lights in the living room, which was perfectly tidy, clean, and pleasantly cool thanks to the air conditioning.
"Hey, just today manager-nim brought us a full pantry for the rest of the month, we could make dinner together," Chaery said, going to find an empty vase to put the flowers in and then set them on the dining room table.
"I'd love that honey," you said, walking into the kitchen and leaning your lower back against the edge of the table as you watched her walk toward you, "what could we cook?"
"Uhm..." she stood in front of you, playing with her fingers, "I don't know, usually Lia is the one who knows the recipes."
"Come here, let's search," you took your phone out of your pocket and held out your arms to the sides of her to invite her to snuggle against you. She did so, pressing her back and the rest of her body against you so that you put your arms around her and started looking at recipes online.
You two didn't take as long as you thought you would to find something delicious to cook, you had certain preferences and she had others, but in the end you agreed to cook something quite easy, delicious and healthy for both of you: a Caesar salad. You started telling Chaery the ingredients one by one, following her around the entire kitchen as she placed everything on one of the countertops.
After getting all the ingredients out and tallying up all the amounts needed, the two of you got down to business, working together to make one thing each so that the process could be sped up quite a bit. You took charge of making the mayonnaise for the Caesar sauce, taking olive oil, eggs, a couple of lemons and a manual mixer. Chaery, on the other hand, was in charge of defrosting the chicken breasts and starting to cut them into cubes and then salt and pepper them.
While you were cooking you took charge of putting on music, starting with Camillé's Le Festin, a song that made Chaery laugh and focus even more on what she was doing. Of course, the concentration was short-lived, because when the song ended and the real playlist started playing, starting with Losing My Religion, you two started talking and telling each other funny stories while doing your respective tasks.
The chemistry between the two of you was incredibly strong, your conversations flowed like water down a river, and you could certainly confirm that it was the first time you had noticed that things worked so well with a girl in your entire life. That made you think a lot, and while you finished making the mayonnaise to go on to make the sauce, you decided it was right to tell her first about your thing with Aespa.
"You know? There's an additional reason why I've been so stressed out this whole week," you said, adding a clove of garlic and Parmesan cheese to the mayonnaise you just made.
"Huh? What is it?" Chaery asked, confused, as she cooked the chicken cubes with a drizzle of oil over a hot heat.
"Well, I'll tell you but please don't freak out," you said, and then remembered that was exactly what Noze had told you. That made you laugh, "Uhm... Aespa's manager visited me last week."
Chaery nearly dropped the fork she was stirring the chicken with into the pan, and when she turned to look at you you had to remove her hand from near the fire in case she got burned. Evidently her face was one of utter surprise.
"Noze?" she asked, making sure you were talking about the same person.
"Uh, yeah, Noze," you nodded, and she sighed, as if she was already resigned to what you were going to tell her.
"What did she tell you?" she asked, her voice more subdued as she returned her gaze to the skillet. You now added anchovies, mustard and Worcestershire sauce, but you couldn't help but look at her sideways face at all times.
"Well… exactly what you think," you sighed, adding a splash of milk to the sauce since it was too thick, "They'll probably make me go on tour with them, and I don't even know them in person."
"I knew it," Chaery made a disappointed face, and she lowered the flame slightly under the pan, "That means I won't be seeing you for a while, right?"
"I think so, honey," you made the same face as her, showing that you weren't entirely happy with that either, "But hey, I'll call you every day, I promise," you gave her a little kiss on the cheek.
"I hope so, because I think I'm going to miss you a lot, oppa," she turned to look at you, finally turning off the stove once the chicken was done.
"Hey, let's not be sad now, silly," you leaned in to give her a peck on the forehead, "we should enjoy our date, right?" Chaery's face lit up again.
"Yes you're right!" she nodded with an adorable little smile on her face, "is the sauce ready?"
"Yup, we just need to prepare the salad bowl, we have to wash the lettuce, cut it into pieces and cut the cherry tomatoes," you said, testing the sauce with your index finger. Delicious.
"Leave it to me!" she said with a little jump of emotion, "Go sit in the living room honey," you couldn't help but feel your cheeks slightly warm when she called you that way.
"A-Are you sure?" you asked nervously, feeling like an idiot with butterflies in your stomach, "I could help you wash the lettuce."
"Nope," she shook her head, and then she took you by the forearms to lead you out of the kitchen, "I insist, go rest, you deserve it for being so cute to me," she didn't even let you answer, she just gave you a little kiss on the lips and pushed you, to return to the kitchen.
You stood there for a few long seconds, staring at Chaery while she wandered around the kitchen looking for things to continue with dinner, she noticed your look, and when she turned to see you, she gave you a smile that made you completely forget about any other girl in the world at that time. You were mesmerized, and slowly, you walked to the sofa to sit down with a goofy smile on your face. You took the remote control of the television, and entered youtube.
You waited patiently for her, watching on youtube a Hollow Knight gameplay from a streamer you were quite a fan of. She arrived a few minutes later, with two bowls of salad in her hands, she placed both bowls on the table in front of you, and you were amazed at the amazing job you both had done, as the salad looked perfect for a magazine.
"Damn, I'm going to take a picture, it looks amazing," you said, pulling your phone out of your pocket and opening the camera.
"Go ahead," she said with a giggle, "I'll go get something to drink."
Chaeryeong went back to the kitchen, and you stayed there taking a couple of photos of the salad until she came back, with a bottle of soju and two little crystal glasses in her other hand. She sat down next to you, leaving everything behind the bowls of salad.
"I thought you were going to get something like, I don't know, orange juice?" you laughed, setting the phone aside to pick up your fork and start stirring the salad.
"Nah, it's a special occasion, we can drink," she said, doing the same as you before opening the bottle of soju.
"You're not going to get drunk like when I found you with Yeji, are you?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.
"That was a rare occasion, I never drink that much," she excused herself, pouring soju into both glasses and then handing you one.
"I guess I have no choice but to believe you," you shrugged, picking up the crystal glass, "Gohnbe!" you toasted
"Gonhbe!" Chaery said back, and you both drank.
After taking your first shot of soju you started to eat. You expected the salad to be delicious, but not that delicious. Each portion you put in your mouth was simply a delight, your sauce had the perfect flavor and texture, and the chicken that Chaery made was perfectly seasoned and cooked.
You two started eating, watching Bluey on the TV and talking about as many fun topics as you could think of, having a shot of soju every 5 minutes or so. Chaery had placed one leg on top of yours, trying to be as close to you as possible at all times, and you stayed like that until you finished your bowls of salad.
"Oppa, what I'm going to ask you is a bit unexpected but…" she set the empty bowl next to yours, to put a hand on your thigh, "we can just cancel our… you know, for now?"
"Oh, really? It's certainly unexpected, yes," you frowned in confusion, placing your hand on top of hers.
"Yeah, I really just want to spend nice and calm time with you," damn, that girl was going to make you puke rainbows for how much of an idiot she brought you.
Just when you were about to answer her, and as if previously arranged, you heard the outside gate open. Chaery turned to the window, and stared blankly as you both heard movement downstairs, right at the entrance. Her expression became harder and scarier, like when her Mafia in the Morning promos.
"Fuck, Yuna knows she's not supposed to be here yet," Chaery growled, and stomped to her feet to walk to the hallway that led to the stairs, "Yuna-yah! Get the hell out of here!" she started to scream, and seconds later, you heard a familiar voice. Too familiar.
"Can you believe it?! I went to my favorite spa, to visit my favorite massager, and it turns out that he had the audacity to take the day off!" the angry voice yelled from the stairs. You could recognize her anywhere. Lee Chaeyeon. And you were so fucked up.
"Chaeyeonie," Chaery said with a calmer voice, you couldn't see them, but you knew they were talking in the hallway, "It's not the right time for you to be here, can you please go?" Chaery asked in the nicest way she could.
"Huh? Why?" Chaeyeon asked kinda offended, "Let's make some dinner, I'm hungry," you heard her voice getting closer and closer to you, and at that moment, she walked out of the hall with her back towards you, so she didn't notice you at that moment.
"God..." Chaery sighed, putting a hand to her forehead.
"What's wrong? And why are you dressed like that?" Chaeyeon turned around before Chaery answered, and saw you sitting on the couch. You did your best to stay composed, "Oh."
"Hello, Chaeyeonnie," you greeted lazily, sinking into your seat and clasping your hands across your abdomen. She was dressed in a rather peculiar way, white sports jacket and pants, sports shoes and a green top over her, short enough to reveal her entire abdomen that has been driving you so crazy for months. She literally came from promoting Knock.
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"This is a joke, right?" Chaeyeon said in a low voice, turning to look at her sister and then at you, "I recommended that spa to the girls and my sister because of you," she pointed at you, "but if I knew that would prevent me from getting my services I would never have done it!" she yelled annoyed.
"Unnie, please calm down, okay? You're at my house, I remind you," Chaery said, undeterred by the fact that Chaeyeon was older than her.
"Wait, you're definitely not fucking, and you're both dressed nicely," she made a little silence, "are you having a date?"
"Bingo," you said, nodding your head slowly.
"I won't be seeing him for a while, and I thought the best thing would be to just spend time with him," Chaery crossed her arms, leaning against the wall, "you know, watch a movie and cuddle, just that, now you can go?"
"Oh hell nah, wait a minute sis," Chaeyeon crossed her arms as well, "Why does she say she won't see you for a while?" she asked you.
"I'll probably go on a trip to the USA soon," you purse your lips, looking at nothing and not knowing what to do in such an awkward situation.
"And you want me to go now?" Chaeyeon turned to look at her sister, "If this boy and his golden cock are going on a trip far away, we better take advantage of it tonight."
"Absolutely not, go away," Chaery insisted, raising an eyebrow and glaring at her.
"Hey! I deserve a chance to beat you at something, don't you think?" Chaeyeon said, turning to face her, "You may have lasted longer in Sixteen… but I think I may be his favorite Lee sister."
"Lee Chaeyeon, you don't know who you're messing with," Chaery warned, moving away from the wall to stand in front of her, "I never lose."
“Let's find out,” Chaeyeon said with a smirk.
"And doesn't it matter what I think or what?" you asked, looking at both of them.
"Oh come on, you know damn well you don't disagree, you perv," Chaeyeon said with a giggle, walking back into the hallway to head up the stairs. Clearly she was right. Once Chaeyeon went upstairs, Chaery saw you.
"Oppa, wait here okay?" Chaery told you, leaning over to give you a peck on your cheek, "we'll go get ready."
"I'm not going anywhere honey, go," you nodded with a smirk. Chaery walk away from you, and you stayed watching while she left. She noticed your gaze on her, and making sure you kept looking, she lifted up her dress as she walked, showing you her completely bare ass and her obvious absence of panties throughout the night. How the hell didn't you notice?
She finally disappeared into the hallway with a roaring, mischievous giggle, and you were left alone in the room, with a potential boner in your pants and unable to believe how unbelievably lucky you were. You really had a strong romantic connection with Chaery, and you were enjoying that night quite a lot, but you could never have predicted that one of your favorite clients was going to be in a competition with her sister to know who was your favorite. You grabbed the remote control, and to warm up, you streamed Chaery's studio choom.
You tried to concentrate on the video you were watching, but you couldn't stop hearing screams and arguments on the upper floor, the Lee sisters being the creators of all that ruckus that honestly didn't surprise you. A minute later, your phone began to buzz over and over again, you checked the notifications, noticing that you had messages from both girls, and they were all photos. Each of the photos by both were in a different outfit, each one more sexy and revealing than the last. You just ignored them so as not to create even more fuss, and when Chaery's studio choom ended, you streamed Chaeyeon's.
The video didn't advance even more than a minute when the Lee sisters finally came downstairs and down the hall to model for you. They caught you off guard, and your jaw almost dropped to the floor and your mouth watered. Neither of them was wearing exactly too many clothes, in fact quite the opposite. Chaeyeon was wearing a very short black corset that pushed her boobs up, a tight leather collar around her neck, and lace panties in the same color as the rest of the outfit. Chaery, as if it were her counterpart, wore an outfit that consisted entirely of white. She wore less flashy items than Chaeyeon, but for your taste, she was quite sexier. She was wearing a tight crop top sweater, which perfectly marked the shape of her tits and her nipples, thin high-waisted panties, and the hottest thing, long stockings fitted at the height of the beginning of her thighs.
"Oh wow, he was looking at my Studio Choom and not yours," Chaeyeon teased her.
Chaery didn't respond at all, she just went quiet and changed the music just for the occasion, then walked over to straddle you, wrap her arms around your neck and start grinding her hips from front to back, giving you an incredibly sensual lap dance to the rhythm of the music. Her crotch constantly rubbed against your bulge, which soon turned into a hard boner under your pants.
"I don't care if he was looking at you or not," Chaery finally replied, looking you in the eye as she moved her hips in a wonderfully fucking way, making sure to press her pussy really well against your boner, "I got him hard," While she danced, she caressed your neck and face with her hands, until seconds later she crashed her lips against yours in a sensual and affectionate kiss, also pressing her chest against yours.
Your hands went straight to her waist, playing with the straps of her panties for a second until you moved down to her ass, which you gave a strong squeeze on each cheek as she worked her hips and movements on you in a way that made show off her dancing skills quite well. As you kissed, Chaery patiently began to undress you, starting with your cardigan and continuing with your polo shirt, which she tossed to the floor to leave you completely naked from the waist up.
Wanting to be on equal terms with her, you grabbed the hem of Chaery's crop top and pulled it up over her head, taking it off and tossing it with the rest of your clothes. Now you were both naked from the waist up, and you dove in to kiss and lick her small tits for a few seconds of pleasure, but unfortunately, the song ended.
"Alright, it's my turn, get up from there brat," Chaeyeon said, and Chaery reluctantly got up.
Chaeyeon went for a completely different formula than Chaery, she didn't straddle you, but stood between your legs with her back to you, and flexed her knees to slowly lower her ass until she was sitting right on top of your boner. She grabbed your knees, and as soon as the song started, she started moving her ass like you've never seen her move before, you couldn't help but gasp, since she was literally moving your boner from side to side between her butt cheeks while she moved her hips.
“Oh oppa… this reminds me of me of jumping on your cock when we fuck in your spa room,” Chaeyeon said looking over her shoulder at you, just to tease Chaery, “it really feels so amazing inside my pussy."
Your hands went to her ass as it moved slowly and sensually over you, and you instinctively gave her right buttock a hard spank that made her squeal. Chaeyeon scrambled to her feet and turned around, leaning down to start unbuttoning your pants and pulling them down your legs as you helped kick off your shoes. Only your boxers were left, which Chaeyeon also pulled down to release your hard throbbing cock, when this happened, she turned her back on you again and slowly removed her panties, revealing her pretty pussy for you.
She lowered her ass again, pressing your cock between her buttocks and resuming her lap dance. Your hands went to her waist, enjoying how she moved her hips to the rhythm of the sexy music that didn't take long to end as well. A few more seconds passed, and when she knew the song was about to end, she teased with grabbing your cock and impaling herself on it, but finally she got up with a mischievous smile on her face. Chaery didn't look happy at all tho.
"Well? Who danced and who dressed better, oppa?" Chaeyeon asked, biting her lip to go stand next to Chaery. You were silent for a second, taking in the fact that they were really using you to compete with each other, it's not like you cared either.
You thought about it for a second, but really the answer was clear.
"Chaery, your outfit is sexier for my taste and it suits you better, but objectively Chaeyeon dressed better," you sentenced, and Chaeyeon smiled proudly, "however, Chaery is the clear dance winner, she did concentrate on dancing and not in teasing," Chaery, whose face seemed a bit dull after you gave Chaeyeon the first point, brightened up again.
"This is just beginning," Chaery said, licking her lips and walking over to kneel between your legs, caressing your thighs up and down as she looked into your eyes, "God, I'll finally suck your cock, oppa… you don't know how long I've waited for this moment," she bit her lip, taking your hard cock in her hand and catching the tip of it with her lips, giving it slow sucks up and down. You gasped, and Chaeyeon climbed up on the couch to kneel down and put her pussy to the side of your face.
"His cock is so fucking juicy, taste it really good, sis," Chaeyeon said before she grabbed your hair and turned you to the right to bury your face straight into her pussy. She moaned loudly, and despite being somewhat surprised at first, you began to please her by eating her pussy, "I've already lost count of the number of times I've sucked him off, his cum is always so fucking delicious," she said to tease Chaery, who took it as a dare and plunged her head lower into your cock.
Chaery began to pump her head up and down on your cock, taking more than half of it in and out of her mouth with each of her sensual movements, which with the passing of the seconds became more and more messy. Chaeyeon meanwhile had you tightly gripped by your hair, while you tasted her folds with your tongue and moved it in the exact same way you knew she liked it.
"Mmm, you eat my pussy so fucking good honey," Chaeyeon moaned, tangling her fingers through your hair as you eat her out, "this is exactly what I needed after promoting all day," On the other hand, Chaery put her hands on both of your thighs, bobbing her head up and down as she slurped and sucked your dick so good you moaned against Chaeyeon's pussy. You had one hand on Chaery's head, and the other squeezing one of Chaeyeon's buttocks hard.
Chaeyeon suddenly pulled you away from her pussy, only to turn around and plunge your face between her buttocks, you got the hint, and started eating her familiar enough ass for you as hard and frantically as you knew she loved it. She started moaning loudly, while Chaery gave you an intense and messy blowjob that was driving you completely crazy.
You already knew every single one of Chaeyeon's weaknesses, and the biggest one was the fact that you played with her pussy while you ate her ass like a complete animal. So you did, and passed a hand between her legs to take it directly to her clit, which you began to rub as fast as you could considering your uncomfortable position. Chaery took you straight to her throat without any complicity or gag reflex, which of course surprised you but also made you moan even louder against Chaeyeon's ass, who, judging by her slight tremors, wasn't too far from cum.
Chaery kept your cock in her throat for a few long seconds, until she pulled you out with a deep breath as she quickly rubbed your spittle cock. At that precise moment, Chaeyeon pulled your hair hard to sink your mouth even more against her ass, you gave her the finishing touches, also rubbing her clit in circles with your two fingers until finally she exploded between whimpers. She ground her hips against your face, and as she navigated her orgasm, she flopped forward with her ass up and face against the couch.
"Now can you eat me too, oppa?" Chaery asked, and when you had your eyes free, you could see all the mess she had made, your dick completely full of saliva, her messy hair and her mouth quite wet.
"Oh yes, come here honey," you said. Chaery stood up, took off her panties, and pushed Chaeyeon off the couch to put herself in her place. Chaeyeon fell to the ground with a squeal of pain.
"Hey, be careful!" she groaned from the floor, as Chaery put a hand on your chest and made you lie on your back on the sofa.
"Shut up, you disturbed my date, it's what you deserve," Chaery said coldly and sharply, climbing on top of you and slowly crawling up to straddle your face. She pressed her thighs to either side of your head, and slowly lowered her hips to get as close to your mouth as possible, she gasped at the feel of your breath, and as soon as she put full pressure on you, you began to eat her pussy with even more dedication and effort than with Chaeyeon.
"How was I supposed to know you were here with him!" Chaeyeon defended back, climbing back onto the couch but kneeling between your outstretched legs to grab your cock with one hand and start moving her wrist up and down. You immediately started moaning again, gripping Chaery's toned ass tightly as you ate her silky, luscious pussy.
"I told you to go away and you didn't!" Chaery yelled back, combined with a cute moan as you licked her folds up and down with your entire tongue, "Today he was completely mine!'' The discussion was getting a little out of control, and you decided to put everything in order by giving Chaery a very strong spank on her buttock, which made her squeal and understand her message.
"He's going to go away! How do you expect me not to take advantage of it!?" Chaeyeon was still just as flustered, but Chaery, obedient to you, didn't reply anymore, "This beautiful and perfect cock is too precious to let go without a proper farewell," she began to move her hand even faster up and down your cock, stimulating only the tip from time to time and then the entire length while with the other hand she massaged your balls.
Chaery, like her sister, began to slowly grind her hips back and forth as her body felt better and better from your licking against her pussy, and when you noticed a significant change in her body language, you began to alternate between her pussy and her ass, which made her grab your hair with both hands and press her half-cloth-covered thighs to either side of your head hard.
A moment ago, Chaery had already left you quite close to your orgasm, so it only took a few more strokes from Chaeyeon for you to suddenly start to erupt cum into the air, she moved her hand much slower now, leaving all your cum flowed free and stained both her hand and the sofa. You moaned against Chaery's ass, and then you felt Chaeyeon take you into her mouth to suck you off clean.
Feeling your moans against both her ass and pussy, Chaery moaned louder and more frequently towards the ceiling, and you gave her ass another hard spank until about a minute later, her body began to squirm as she reached her first orgasm. She ground her hips hard, nearly choking you with her pussy and her ass against your nose and mouth, but you gladly scooped up every little drop of her pussy fluid. Chaeyeon pulled you out of her mouth, having finally swallowed every drop of your cum and left your cock clean.
"Well? Who tasted better, oppa?" Chaery asked between small moans, getting off your face to look you down. You were just getting your breath and energy back after eating a couple of pussies and asses in a row, so it took you a few seconds to respond.
"Well… Chaeyeon's ass tasted better than yours, but your pussy tasted so much better than hers," you sighed, finally catching some of your breath to sit back on the couch, "you," you pointed at Chaeyeon, "Take off that fucking corset, I want you both completely naked, but you'll just keep that necklace on and she'll keep her stockings on."
"Are you going to split the points evenly all night?" Chaeyeon asked, raising an eyebrow, doing just as you asked to free her pretty tits.
"For now yes, in the end I will give my verdict and there will be a winner anyway," you said with a mischievous little smile, "now, who wants to get fucked first?"
"MEEE!" they both yelled at the same time, and you laughed, "No, me!" They both said in unison again.
"Guys, can you please agree on something for once?" you asked, arms crossed.
"I'm the eldest, I must go first!" Chaeyeon said, and Chaery huffed in annoyance, sitting on the far edge of the sofa. Chaeyeon straddled you, and she cupped your face with both hands to press her pussy against your cock, kiss you, and start grinding her hips slowly to bring your boner back to life.
When your cock was fully hard again, Chaeyeon without breaking the kiss lifted her hips, took your cock and lined it up with her entrance to slowly impale herself along the length of your shaft. She moaned against your lips at first, but then couldn't help but pull away from the kiss to let Chaery know how amazing it felt to have you inside her.
She forcefully grabbed your neck with both hands, keeping your cock buried deep down her pussy for a few seconds until she began to move slowly up and down, taking your cock completely in and out with each of her movements. Her moans were not contained for a moment, she always kissed you when you fucked, but this time she wanted to make her sister envy, who was folding her arms looking elsewhere.
With the passing of the seconds she stopped moving her hips in a slow and sensual way to now start bouncing on your cock, making sure to slam her ass against your pelvis with each jump she took. Her hands moved from your neck to your shoulders, where she held on before planting her feet flat on either side of your hips and beginning to bounce up and down your throbbing cock. You let her jump on your cock for another minute, where you had her ass gripped tightly to help her jump harder.
"Okay, enough, switch," you commanded between gasps, and Chaeyeon clicked her tongue followed by a grunt, she stopped, reluctantly scooting off your cock to sit to the side.
Chaery pounced on you like a lynx on her prey, and wasting no time, she pressed her thighs to either side of your hips and lifted her ass to sit on your cock, taking your entire length inside. her incredibly tight pussy. You both moaned in unison, and you threw your head back for a second, a window that Chaery took advantage of to start distributing little kisses and suckers on your neck. Your hands went to her waist, where your fingers clung firmly as she began to pump her hips against your cock, in a much more sensual and pleasurable way for both of you compared to Chaeyeon's more rustic and frenetic style.
You let her continue kissing your neck for a few seconds, while your hands ran down her soft back to go down again and reach her ass, which you squeezed hard as she went up and down faster and faster. Chaery never ceased to amaze you, this time taking out her incredible dance skills to use against your cock, she was pumping her hips faster, but that didn't stop her from making you moan with every single movement, almost twerking up and down on your shaft.
She had already lasted longer riding you than her sister, and you knew it, but Chaery's bounces felt so fucking good that you left her for a few more long seconds, in which you met her lips in a deep and passionate kiss full of of muffled moans. You wrapped your arms around her body for a moment, letting her keep moving on your cock until you finally put the brake on.
"Fuck, stop there honey," you gasped against her lips, and Chaery pouted, "it's your sister's turn again," you hadn't been looking at her, but Chaeyeon was rubbing her pussy next to you.
"Who was better riding you, oppa?" Chaeyeon asked, as Chaery lazily got off of you.
"I don't have a doubt about that, Chaery is the winner," you answered confidently, "and before you protest, get how you want me to fuck you now," you ordered.
"This thing wasn't extendable?" she said, referring to the sofa as she felt around the side of it, until she found the lever and pulled it, causing the back of the sofa to come loose and then push it back, "there it is."
Chaeyeon used the new free space to move more comfortably, to lie on her back, support herself on her elbows and spread her legs wide, rubbing between her folds with two of her fingers. You climbed on the sofa now turned into a bed, and crawled onto top of her, cupping your cock in your hand and sliding into her pussy without any foreplay.
Chaeyeon had much more experience with you after having fucked so many times both in your spa room and in her bedroom, and she knew perfectly well what you loved the most about her: her sexy pair of legs with which she caught your torso as soon as she she felt you again deep in her pussy.
She wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you close to her so she could feel your breath as you began to rock your hips rapidly back and forth, slamming down her pussy and making her moan just inches from your face. You noticed that she made a move to kiss you, but you threw your head back in revenge for not having kissed you while she was riding you; You smirked as you looked into her eyes, she didn't seem happy with that, so she once again tried it.
"Don't get smart, Chaeyeonnie," you murmured, hands resting on either side of her body as she caressed the hair at the nape of your neck between moans, "you may win this round, but that doesn't mean you can always get what you want."
"Oh come on, you love kissing me oppa, don't be tough," she moaned, biting her lower lip, arching her back with her eyes closed as you rocked her body with each thrust.
"If you ruin my date the least I can do is play tough, sweetie," you bit her chin, a little harder than usual, "actually, your time is up," you said, disengaging from her thighs and pulling your dick from her pussy.
"But!-" she was going to protest, watching as you separated from her and joined Chaery just a meter away from her. Something told you that you had left her very close to her orgasm.
"Shut up bitch," Chaery snapped, lying on her back and spreading her legs for you, "it's my turn with my boy," you smiled at that, and she winked at you.
You leaned forward, pressing the back of your hard cock against Chaery's pussy and resting your forearms on either side of her head to kiss her, she lovingly cupped your face with both hands, and as you shared a slow, sensual kiss, you blew your hips back to slide into her tight pussy. Chaery moaned against your lips, and her back arched as she felt you fill her again.
"Fuck, you're possessive aren't you?" You teased with a little smile, returning her favor and moving your hips in a sensual and deep way, not putting much emphasis on speed or hardness, just making her feel every inch of your cock with each pump.
"How could I not be? Just look at you..." she moaned against your lips, running her hands over your shoulders, your back and then grabbing your ass, "you are a work of art, and you drive me crazy," you came back to kiss her between moans, putting a hand between your bodies to squeeze one of her tits, then you approached one of her ears.
"I'm going to say that Chaeyeon won this round just to make her think you're even," you whispered, "but I want you to know that you're still the winner, honey," you gently nipped at her earlobe, and she grinned from ear to ear while you fucked her harder and harder.
You lowered your body slightly more, to leave your face at the level of her chest and kiss and lick her tits one by one, you did so for a few long seconds, until finally you gave her one last strong thrust and slowly left her pussy. Leaving her just as disappointed as Chaeyeon.
"Well? Who won this round, oppa?" Chaeyeon asked, already waiting for you upside down, playing with her ass with one of her fingers inside it.
"You can rest assured, Chaeyeonie," you said, breathing hard, "you won this round," you were a pretty good liar, so she bought it. Chaery just kept quiet, preparing herself to take your cock up her ass when you were done with Chaeyeon.
"Does that mean you can fuck my ass now?" asked Chaeyeon wiggling her buttocks, "I've been wanting it all damn day," she bit her lower lip, watching as you went with her and knelt over her, knees on either side of her hips.
"More like the whole fucking week huh? You anal slut," you said, spitting all the saliva accumulated in your mouth onto your dick to make it slippery, a couple of drops fell onto Chaeyeon's ass, and you used two fingers to slightly lubricate it inside.
"I wasn't an anal slut until I felt your cock in there, it's your fault," she smiled, looking over her shoulder at you as you lined your cock up with her ass, and with a slow thrust, your cock slid in little by little inside her tight hole. You moaned out loud, having missed the feeling of that wonderful butthole so much.
"I'm not going to lie to you, I missed this fucking ass a lot," you gasped, shoving the last few inches of your erection into her ass, you rested for a second, and then began to rock your hips back and forth very slowly, fully taking your cock in and out.
She tried to keep responding to you, but as your cock slid easier with each pump, she began to let out little whimpers as you began to move your hips significantly faster. Your hands went to her waist, and just as you knew she liked it, you pressed her flesh very strongly, while you slammed her ass with all the intensity you could.
Chaeyeon also liked strong and rustic treatment, so first you started with a spicy spank straight to her right buttock, she squealed and squirmed, and then you gave her another spank to the other buttock. Her ass was now a bright red, and to put the icing on the cake, you grabbed a handful of her platinum pink hair and yanked it back hard, slamming her ass mercilessly with your cock. 
"Oh fuck yes oppa!" Chaeyeon squealed, "I'm going to miss that cock in my ass so fucking much, oh my god!!" Chaery covered her ears, as Chaeyeon was yelling too loud even by her standards. You kept fucking Chaeyeon, not wanting to stop since you wanted to grant both of them the delight of making them cum with your cock in her asses.
You fucked her ass for a couple minutes, not letting go of her hair for a single second and squeezing her firm ass with your free hand. Chaeyeon didn't know where to hold on, she was desperately looking for a place near the edge of the sofa to cling to, but in the midst of her desperate moans, her orgasm played against her and she went into an intense chain of strong spasms one after another. You slowed down the pace of your pumping, patiently waiting for her to pass her orgasm before slowly pulling out of her ass.
"I'm sure you'll miss not being able to sit down, too," you teased Chaeyeon, with a giggle which she shared with you.
“I'm sure I will, it's hilarious to see my manager confused when I'm just standing there,” Chaeyeon said, lying on her forearms with heavy breathing.
"Well, are you ready, my sweet baby?" you asked Chaery, who was fucking her ass with two of her fingers, her face lit up when you spoke to her turn.
"I couldn't be more ready darling," she replied, and you were inexplicably happy that she had dropped the word 'oppa' to now call you darling.
"Come here then," you smiled, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her up to lay her face down, slightly lifting her leg and repeating the same process as with Chaeyeon, except that you wanted to be extremely loving and careful with Chaery. You thrust your hips very slowly, and when the tip of your cock was inside her ass, you leaned forward to give her neck and shoulders loving little kisses, as she gasped and began to whimper with every inch of your manhood burying inside her butthole.
When you were completely inside her ass you took one of your hands to her waist to hold it and the other to her face, to take her by the chin, make her turn her face slightly and kiss her affectionately while you began to move your hips slowly, letting her her hole will get used to your thickness before making it faster.
There was really no need to do it fast and hard with her, you wanted to make the difference between the two of them very clear, with one you only fucked casually, looking for mutual pleasure and nothing more, but with the other you had a connection far beyond sexually, you felt love for her, to the point of wanting to make her feel like the princess she was even in bed.
Chaery certainly appreciated the fact that you were loving and as tender as possible with her, it was reflected in how she held the side of your face while she kissed you, and how she caressed your cheek with her thumb in the middle of her cute moans of pleasure. You didn't want to be harsh with her, but you did make sure she felt with every fiber of her body every single deep thrust of your hips.
"I love that you fuck me like this honey…" Chaery moaned against your lips, and you wrapped your arm around her neck to hold her closer to you, not stopping to give her little kisses as you sensually pumped your cock in and out of her tight ass, "you make me feel so… special."
"It's because you're special, Chaeryeongie," you murmured against her lips, between kisses, "you make me want to make you feel this way every time you smile, so please don't stop doing that," you now plunged into her neck with little kisses and licks, and as if you had flipped a hidden switch in her, her moans became much louder and longer.
You weren't surprised to discover that above all possible things, what turned Chaery on the most in bed was simply being truly loved, as she just said it: 'feeling special.' Her orgasm came in a matter of seconds, you still weren't moving your hips half as fast as you could, but still she cummed as if you had been fucking her mercilessly for 10 minutes straight. You hugged her with both arms, pinning her against her mattress while her body shook between tremors and cute moans. You stayed completely inside her for a few seconds while her body relaxed, and when any trace of her orgasm finally disappeared, you pulled out of her between heavy breaths.
"God, you two are going to make me throw up how pretty you look," Chaeyeon said, faking a gag. You just only laughed about it.
"Honey... who's the winner this time? Who has the best pussy and ass?" Chaery asked, still reeling from her orgasm.
"You're forgetting a little detail, girls," you said, getting up from the sofa to stand facing the edge, "you haven't made me cum again, so I consider it fair to decide it that way. I'll cum twice, once in a pussy , and the other in an ass. That's to show my favorites."
“That's pretty fair to me,” Chaeyeon said, crawling to the edge of the couch to get on her hands and knees right in front of you.
"Me too," Chaery said a second later, moving to her sister's side just like her, on her hands and knees.
You stared at the scene for a few seconds, the two Lee sisters, both fucking hot and with incredibly tight, toned and sexy bodies, and above all, a pair of asses to drool over. You didn't bother wasting time, and decided to give your second load of the night to Chaery. One hand went to her waist, and the other to your cock as you guided it into her tight, wet pussy.
Chaery moaned again, and this time she looked over her shoulder at you to nod her head, giving you the green light to fuck her as hard as you wanted this time. So you did, fucking her frantically right from the start, one hand on her ass as your cock disappeared between her buttocks with each hard pump.
The sounds of your pelvis crashing against her ass echoed through the entire living room, even over the music that continued to blare from the bluetooth speaker on the table. You caressed her buttocks with both hands, then gave them one last squeeze before feeling the tingle in your lower abdomen.
"We have our first winner..." you growled, giving a sudden pace up to your thrusts before delivering one last hard thrust, releasing your entire load into Chaery's tight pussy, who let out a small sigh of contentment and relief when felt your thick liquid fill her completely.
"Does that mean I have the best ass?" Chaeyeon asked, completely ignoring the fact that she had just lost at something.
"I'm not going to answer that question, don’t be a bitch" you said, pulling out of Chaery's pussy, letting your cum spill from it onto the couch, and taking your already drenched cock from your and Chaery's fluids to guide it into Chaeyeon's butthole. 
You didn't care that you were overstimulating yourself, at first it was painful, but you knew how to endure it like a champion as the pain turned back into pleasure. You fucked Chaeyeon with all the strength and accumulated rage that you hadn't used against Chaery, you included absolutely everything, hair pulling, exaggeratedly strong spanks, and even a lot of degradation that made her very fucking horny.
When Chaeyeon already had both buttocks red as a tomato and her hair all messed up, you started to feel certain signs in your body that your third orgasm of the night was just around the corner. A bead of sweat trickled down your temple, and you gave Chaeyeon one last hard spank that made her scream in pain before giving her one last hard thrust, shooting thick streams of cum into your favorite ass all over the girls with which you had fucked. And that was saying enough.
"Oh my fucking god… I'm going to miss feeling that load inside my ass so much," Chaeyeon moaned biting her lip, her brow furrowing as she looked over her shoulder at you, "promise me when you get back you'll come home to fuck me."
"I can't promise you anything, I might have to put my double shifts on hold for a while," you replied, glancing at Chaery, who smiled at you.
"Agh, how boring you are!" Chaeyeon complained, and you pulled your cock out of her ass, letting your cum flow freely out of it and onto the couch.
After that, the three of you began to clean yourselves and also clean the entire room as best you could, especially the sofa. During all that time the atmosphere changed for the better after the lewd side was finally satisfied, you knew Chaeyeon very well, and you knew how fun and wonderful she was, just like her sister, so you did not stop laughing with fleeting comments about how quickly everything had gone uphill for you, and they were certainly right, in that first session in the spa you could never imagine that you were going to fuck one of the members and her sister in the same night, it sounded stupid in your head, but maybe that's how lucky you were.
When everything was finally clean and orderly, you were left dressed only in your boxers, and Chaery in her panties, stockings and white sweater. The two of you had returned the sofa back to its natural shape, and sat next to each other as Chaeyeon prepared to leave.
"Oppa, do you want to come with me or are you going to stay with Chaery?" Chaeyeon asked, picking up her phone from the table and putting it in her pocket. You didn't even think twice before throwing an arm around Chaery's shoulders and snuggling her against you.
"Before you came I was already perfectly happy here, Chaeyeonie, so no thanks, I'm staying," you said with an innocent little smile, caressing Chaery's shoulder with your hand as she hugged your torso.
"So that answers my question, she's your favorite Lee Sister," Chaeyeon nodded with an amused expression, "but hey, it's okay, I haven't given up yet," she winked at you.
"Bye unnie," Chaery waved, eager for her to finally be gone from her.
"Bye sis, I'll call you soon, okay? Take care!" Chaeyeon waved back, and then blew you a kiss before disappearing down the hall.
When Chaeyeon left the atmosphere lightened up significantly for the two of you, everything was now as calm and peaceful as before, and you made sure to snuggle Chaery tight against you, giving her as much warmth as possible. You put on a movie, and you were completely silent for the entire duration of it, just enjoying each other's company and how good each other's warmth felt.
You were already starting to feel sleepy just like her, and just when the credits of the movie rolled on the screen, she turned to look at you, give you a little kiss on the cheek and grab your chin to make you see her.
"Thank you honey... really," she said in a low, soft voice.
"Why Baby?" you asked, cupping the side of her face and brushing her cheek with your thumb.
"For choosing me," she looked you straight in the eyes, two shining pearls, "In my trainee days all the boys always went with Yeji or Ryujin," she began to say, with a sadder and more melancholy tone, "Or with any of the other girls, never with me," she sighed.
"Honey, choosing you was too easy for me," you smiled, giving her a little kiss on the lips, "you're too fucking beautiful, and your smile melts me."
"You're not going to forget me when you go on tour with those girls, are you?" she asked with a certain insecure tone.
"How could I possibly forget about you?" you chuckled, giving her little kisses all over her face, "that will never happen, I promise."
"God, how are you so cute?" Chaery, clung tightly to your body once more, resting her chin on your chest and looking up, "can we have a redo from our date? that bitch ruined everything," she sighed.
"You can have as many redos as you want, honey, and I would never get tired of you," you gave her another kiss on the lips, she just smiled from ear to ear, and as the minutes passed, you both fell fast asleep.
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