#god that WAS my full time job i had a BLAST
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We’ll be fine
Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader
Theme : Angst, fluff
Word count : 4.7k
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Relationships aren’t all sunshines and rainbows. Charles and you were trying so hard to maintain this long distance relationships but everything seemed to be going the wrong way. Was it the miscommunication, the lack of reassurance or was it because of your job?
The FaceTime’s outgoing ringtone blasted through your Macbook’s speaker, giving you a jolt, though you had bern waiting for it for the past 30 minutes.
"God, I miss you so much, baby."
The sight of your boyfriend in red, all sweaty, made you all giddy like a high school teenager. "Hi, boyfriend! Congratulations on the P3!" He went on to talk about the race and everything you had missed for not being able to join him this weekend while you rested your chin on your palm whilst listening to him.
"No way! You saw the same cut board again? Was it from the same person?" You asked; your work-related stuff was long forgotten.
"I'm not sure about that, but it freaked me out a little bit seeing my face that big over and over."
You cackled. He had propped his phone against his stuff, so you got a good look at him while he sorted out things before the press conference. It made you feel as if you were there with him.
This was the first time in a while that you didn’t get into an argument during a 10-minute video call. A few weeks ago, as frequent as it was, Charles and you would always get into an argument, sometimes one that lasted for days. It was all because of your new job and the upcoming summer break.
When you first got the offer, you could see Charles wasn’t too elated about it. It didn’t mean he was unhappy to see you step up into another chapter of your life. He was so ecstatic that he even prepared a small celebration and gifts to celebrate it. For the whole week after you told him about your promotion, that was all he ever talked about.
"I’m so proud of you."
"My hardworking girl"
"You deserved it so much".
Those were the words he kept on showering you with, like a mantra.
But those words eventually turned into fatalistic, forcing you to accept the culpability of the constant disagreement in the relationship.
"Not this again, Y/N."
"I just don’t understand why it’s so hard for you."
"I’m doing this for us too!"
"Am I the only one who gives a fuck about this relationship?"
Being able to talk to him and seeing him all smile with eyes full of accolades and longing for the touch from you erased all of the tainted spots.
That was until he called you again that night. When you told him about your upcoming project was when he blew up all over again. You saw it coming. Even before you picked up the call, before you had arranged those words in your head.
"What do you mean you can’t join me next week? Y/N, it’s my summer break. Don’t you want to spend some time together?"
You covered your face with your hands, internally screaming. He always acted as if you had a choice to reject every offer that the company had arranged for you. As if you didn’t care about this relationship as much as he did. "They asked me to take over the project. I can’t say no."
"I haven’t seen you in weeks." He muttered.
"I wanted to see you too, Charles, but..."
"Don’t say that." He heckled. You saw him roll his eyes, moving away from the camera. "Don’t say shit like that just to make me feel better. I know you don’t actually mean any of it."
"Charles, I really wanted to see you but I can’t say no!" You yelled out, desperately trying to make him see things from your point of view.
"Bullshit." He sniggered.
"What?"
"What if I tell you, Oh, I missed you so much, I can’t wait to see you, then chose to spend the weekend with my friends after saying all that? It sounds bullshit to you, isn’t it?" He shook his head, as if what you said vexed him even more.
“I wasn’t spending the weekend with my friends. I’m working! It’s a different case.” You argued back, feeling unfair from his reactions.
"I’m going to sleep. Good night."
"Already? But I thought we could talk some more. I wanted to hear your story, I wanted to tell you about happen to me on my way to work this morning.." Your pleas were ignored as he stayed silent, looking as if he were so ready to click the end call button. "It’s okay then. Good night. I love you.”
The call ended. Well, he ended the call without saying it back.
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The summer break came around. Just like any other year, Charles would spend a week with his friends and the other week with his family. You would always join him, but not this year.
You have seen videos and pictures of his friends laughing, teasing each other, and filming funny videos here and there while you were stuck in your office.
Charles would still text you; he would wish you good morning and good night; he would ask you if you had eaten and if you needed him to arrange a food delivery for you; but he never spoke about the summer break anymore. In one way, it just felt like he had erased the words from his mind. Though you still saw pictures and videos of him on his yacht, riding his jet ski, you never asked him about it—basically anything that involved the break—because you just didn’t want to get into another fit of disagreement and his failure to see your situation.
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"What are you having for dinner, baby? I can’t see." He was in his bed, barely keeping himself awake after the full-blown activities in the sea today while you were just getting ready to eat your dinner.
"I’m having sushi!" His eyes widen at the huge selection when you tilted the plate of sushi.
"That’s a lot! You got carried away with the menu again, didn’t you?"
"Yeah.." Your lips were pressed in a thin line, shoulder-sloping like a child who got into trouble.
"Can you actually finish that, love?"
"Obviously no! I’ll figure out a way to not waste any of this." Picking a salmon out of 20 more selections on the plate, you dipped the end into the small plate of soy sauce and devoured one, smiling at the fresh, delectable taste.
"You know I can’t finish them for you. I’m like thousands of miles away." Charles was propping his chin on his hand, forcing himself to stay awake.
"I know. I miss you a lot." You covered your mouth, holding your laugh, when his chin slipped off his palm and he nearly slammed his head against the pillow. "You know you can go to sleep, right? I am fine eating dinner on my own."
"No, I want to stay awake and watch my girlfriend eat her sushi."
You stuck out your tongue and scrunched your nose, making him chuckle. "Which one should I try next?" You moved the phone a little so he could get a full view of the plate again.
"Try the scallop one, baby. It looks good."
You picked the one he chose with your chopstick and ate it up, letting out a squeal of excitement when the taste activated your taste buds. "It’s so good! You would have liked this one."
Charles eventually fell asleep before you could finish your so called eating show. He fell asleep hugging the pillow, which acted as your replacement because he always had trouble sleeping without you. He even asked you to leave a travel-size perfume of yours the next time you came home, just so it felt much more pragmatic in his mind.
Unknowingly to him, you had requested leave from absence home earlier this week, and it was just approved by your supervisor today. It was only for a week, but at least you could see your boyfriend and spend time with him this summer.
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Charles came home, and he was confounded by how tidy his apartment looked. The pile of clothes he had set aside in the laundry room to be washed was gone, and the washing machine was on as it was counting down to 15 minutes, rotating and spinning his clothes. He had left the house quite in a hurry this morning, so he expected it to be out of place, just like how he left it.
"Surprise!"
He sprang back, his head hitting the wall when you jumped out from behind the door as he was about to walk in, causing him to bend down, his hand holding the crown of his head.
"Oh my God! I’m so sorry!" You chortled, covering your mouth from the loud thud sound as you hugged him.
"Ow, I think I got a concussion, baby." He buried his face against your neck as you cradled him like a child. "Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home?"
"I wanted to give you a surprise! And a concussion." You stroked his hair, barely able to breathe from the tight grip around your waist.
"God, I missed you so, so much." He planted a trail of kisses along your shoulder blade up to your jawline and ended it on your lips, only pulling away when both of you were out of breath. "I missed you, baby."
"I missed you more. I’m all yours, love. No more hugging pillows!" You snaked your arms around his neck, giggling when you felt his lips on your nose.
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"Y/N, baby, no. I just changed!"
You saw a perfect opportunity when he was standing at the edge of the yacht, seemingly to be in very deep thoughts, so you dashed into him, making him lose his balance as he grabbed you by your arm and pulled you with him back into the water.
"Why do you have to do that?!" You cried out, splashing the water on him with a frown.
"Oh, are you mad at me? Really, baby?" He laughed and lead you back to the yacht as it started getting a bit chilly. You still refused to talk to him, even when he wrapped you in a new towel and engulfed you in a hug. He, however, found the whole situation funny. "Okay, baby, I’m sorry for pulling you into the water. I should have been the only one cold in the sea. " Charles finally surrendered when you seemed to be so in persistent with your sulking attempt.
Rolling your eyes, you fell into a fit of laughter as you threw yourself on him, making him lay down with you on the lounge seats. "I’m just kidding!" You cupped his cheeks and brushed your lips on his. "You are so cute!"
"You make me the happiest man in the world." He caressed your cheeks while you braced yourself on his body. Everything was just so perfect you never wanted this moment to end. Just getting lost in those green eyes gave you a vivid view of the beautiful landscapes. The way you felt his soft, loving touch on your face, trailing the structure of your face tucked on your heart, just when you thought you couldn’t fell in love with this man even more.
"I love you so much, baby." He mumbled, drumming his fingers on your chin, which made you chuckle.
"I love you even more, love."
"Let’s stay like this for a little while. I missed having you in my arms." He leaned his head back on the seats, wishing for the time to stop because everything—literally everything—was just so perfect for him.
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"Baby?"
"Yeah?" Charles came to the kitchen, leaning against the counter while you still had your eyes on your tea, stirring it after you put a spoonful of sugar.
"Mom wished you could join the family’s vacation next week. Is there any way you can extend your leave?"
"I’m so sorry, love, but I need to be at the office by next week." Since you were working on a new project at the moment, it was difficult for you to be absent even more when you already got a week off though you knew right away you would have to pull an all-nighter once you touchdown tomorrow just to go through all those unreplied emails.
"Y/N, please. For me," He held your hand, which was circled around the mug. “For us.”
"Charles, this isn’t about us. You know—"
"Here we go again. I’m the only one who has to tolerate, give in, and follow your schedule. Y/N, this relationship isn’t about you all alone." His voice was louder now, half shouting as he left the kitchen.
"Yes, I know, Charles. I know! You are not the only one who has to ride the wave right now. You are not the only one giving in. I had been with you in every race that I could though I had to constantly fly back and forth. I have told you I was required to be at the office even more now that we’re working on a new project. Once it is all done and sorted out, my schedule will be more manageable. A couple of months is all I ask! I’m so tired of explaining this over and over, but you still keep on thinking I am being selfish in this matter. I am mentally and emotionally drained every single day! I spent hours in the office, coming home, expecting my boyfriend to be my comfort, but you kept on shouting and cursing at me." Your cup of tea was long forgotten as you trudged along his steps to the living room. "I took a leave for one week, hoping it would make you happy, but it is still not enough for you. I don’t know what you want me to do!"
"No one forced you to take the job, Y/N. You have no right to complain about that. I told you numerous times that I can always support you financially." You grabbed his wrists, tugging on them harshly to make him face you.
"That’s not how it works, Charles! I don’t want you to support me with your money. Just because I want and love this job doesn’t mean I can’t get tired of it. I’m a human with a capability to an extent. I just want you to be there for me when I need you." Charles looked away, hands clenched into a fist, when you started choking back tears.
"I feel like you are more scared to lose your precious job than you are losing me, Y/N. It’s more important than me, isn’t it? Your job." He snickered, his head shaking at how absurd this whole argument was.
"I got fired for leaving abruptly during my meeting because you got into a crash. I stayed with you for days, taking care of you, ignoring every call and text from my boss because you were all I could think about, and I could go insane if I wasn’t by your side, waiting for you to wake up. I had to build my career back up. Yes, this is my dream job, but I would drop everything again for you, and you know that too." You harshly wiped another trail of tears on your cheeks. You just wanted to rip your hair out because he kept on turning this back to you, as if you never sacrificed anything for him.
"Are you trying to blame me because you got fired? Is that what you meant? Y/N, that was on you!" Charles hollered, making you flinch as he pointed his finger at your face.
"That’s not it! If something happened to me and you left your race for me, would you blame me for that? No, you wouldn’t! Because there’s no one to blame! That’s what I—" Your words came to a pause when you saw him simpered. "Are you—Charles, what’s with that smile?" Your grip on his arm tightens to get his attention. "Are you saying you wouldn’t leave your career for me? Charles!" He tried to walk away, and you grabbed his shirt, yanking it. "Don’t just walk away! Answer me!" You pulled on his shirt again. "Charles!"
"Don’t ask me that! You and I are not the same, Y/N. Our career, our way of thinking, it’s just not the same."
It hurt. It hurt because you thought you meant a lot to him. You didn’t even want him to choose either one, but the fact that he acted as if your career and his weren’t on the same level shredded your heart to pieces. It was as if your career were nothing compared to his. Sure, it wasn’t one where people paid thousands to see; it wasn’t a career where you got paid hundreds of thousands, even millions, per year, but he, out of all people, knew how hard you worked for it, so you never expected him to disparage your career in front of your face.
"I don’t think I’m the one being selfish right now." He saw you walk past him into the bedroom with your head dropped. It was your last night before you had to fly back tomorrow, and he had ruined everything again. You had actually planned to bake cookies together just so the two of you could spend more time together for the last night, but the whole apartment is cold now, and there was no other sound except your irregular sob.
He stayed up, placing all those ingredients for cookies that you had arranged on the kitchen counter back to where it was. You were so excited to try the new cookie cutter, and he felt so bad for blowing up again.
"Y/N?"
You tugged on the cover, half hiding your face when you heard him walk in. It might not be as convincing as it was, but you held your sob, trying to control your shoulders from shaking too much, so it seemed as if you were already asleep since you didn’t want to talk to him. Not anymore. You were so tired. You would have packed and left right away if only you could, but you knew he would block your moves, holding you back and you didn’t want that to happen because you would have given in again. What you thought was a bad attempt was still able to convince him that you were asleep.
"Good night." He slanted over and pecked at your cheek before getting under the cover and facing the other way. He knew he didn’t deserve to hug nor touch you after making you cry yourself to sleep.
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Charles woke up, frowning, when a shaft of sunlight sipping through the curtain hit his face. "Baby, the sun is blinding me again." He mumbled and shifted to your side of the bed to hide his face against your neck, but all he could feel was a chilly, cold space. "Baby?" He called out a little louder and still didn’t get any response. "Y/N—" He was stunned when he realised your phone, hair tie, and your stuffs on the dressing table were gone. "Fuck!" The fatigue and drowsiness were gone in a blink as he threw the duvet off, feeling himself getting warm even though the AC was frigid.
"Y/N," He went through every room, and all of your clothes were gone. It was as if you were never here for the whole week. “No, no, no, no.”
Your phone was off when he tried to call, and none of his text messages went through. He even went to the airport because he knew your flight was 4 hours away, and he spent hours walking around to look for you, but to no avail. He would have kept you in his arms if he knew last night would be the last time he saw you.
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"Y/N! How are you? Oh my God!" Carla’s eyes widened. Just like any other day, Carla, Arthur’s girlfriend, would ring you just to update you on your life. You met her years ago when she and Arthur started dating, and ever since then, it had been like having a new baby sister. She was also the only one who knew your new phone number. And like always, you guys would talk for hours about everything, and though she never came here to New York, she was basically familiar with your apartment. This time around, you just didn’t happen to be in the apartment when you picked up the call. You were in the hospital, head wrapped up in a bandage, and your hand was as stiff as a rock from the hand cast. "What happened to you?" She yelled out.
"I got into an accident last night. No, two days ago. It wasn’t that bad, though." She rolled her eyes, finding it hard to believe when you winced from the pain as you tried to play it all cool.
"How did you get into an accident? That looks really bad, Y/N! You should tell Charles!"
Charles. It’s been nearly a month since the last time you left his apartment without confronting him. You remember staring at him that night while he slept, like a creep, thinking if you were making the right choice and decided there was no point staying in a relationship where you and him never see things at the same level. You changed your phone number because you knew he would spam your calls, and you knew the moment you heard his voice, pleading and begging you to forgive him, you would crawl your way back to him.
"No, don’t tell him. You promised me you wouldn’t tell anything to him or Arthur. I don’t know if you can call it an accident, but I lost my balance and fell down the stairs at the office. It wasn’t that bad, but I do need a few stitches on my forehead."
"That’s so bad! Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Just so you know, if he finds out that I knew about this and didn’t tell him, you need to back me up. How long do you have to be at the hospital? Are you okay all alone?"
"Yeah! I’m completely fine on my own. I will be discharged tomorrow!" The hand cast was actually quite heavy, and it was hard for you to do things on your own, but you’ll manage.
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"Why are you laughing?"
Clara put her phone away from her face, still giggling at the picture that you sent to her. It was a picture of you trying to make a thumbs up with your broken hand because she wanted proof that you had safely arrived at your apartment.
"Oh, it was Y/N!" She chuckled, turning her phone back to show her boyfriend the picture. "Look!"
Arthur blinked in surprise. He wasn’t expecting that at all. "What happened to her?"
"Oh, um—"
"What’s wrong?" Charles intervened, his eyes now on the couple.
Before Clara could make up a lie, her boyfriend was quick on his act. "Y/N. She was covered in bandages. Is that a bandage? Yeah, it is. Oh, it’s a hand cast." Arthur confirmed it himself after double-checking the picture on his girlfriend’s phone.
"What?" Charles furrowed his brows and took Clara’s phone from her hand. "What happened to her? Why didn’t you tell me about this?"
"She told me not to tell you. But she’s fine! Well, she said she’s fine." Clara stated, seeing how the older guy started heading out with only a few of his stuffs.
"Where are you going?" Arthur asked, chasing after his brother.
"I’m going to see her."
"What? You mean right now?" The younger one yelled out. "Has my brother gone mad?"
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"One second!"
You ran from your room, anticipating another delivery from your window shopping gone wrong, and you ended up with 10 parcels that was supposed to arrive by today.
"Hi! You can just put the box here. I— oh,"
Charles was stunned. You were in a short with an oversized jumper, your hair tied up in a messy bun with your bangs pinned back where he could see the stitches right above your brows.
"Can I—can I come in?" His questioned, dragging you back into reality.
"My house is a mess." That was a bad one. You couldn’t come up with a better excuse, and he was still waiting, evidently disregarding whatever you just said. "Fine, come in. Do you want a drink? Coffee?"
"It’s okay. I’m all good."
"Coffee then." You felt his gaze on the back of your head as you grabbed a mug. The airtight instant coffee jar had to be the most difficult thing to open in one hand, even though you had the front part of your elbow circled around the jar. "Can I just get you water?" His laughter made your cheeks red.
"I’m okay, precious. There’s no need for that." He then marched to stand in front of you, hand cupped on your cheeks as he tilted your head to see the stitches. "What happened?"
"I fell. It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt that much." He was gazing at you, and you could feel the wall you built starting to quiver, so you took a step back.
Charles missed you. He missed you a lot. He knew you would have back away, but it never occurred to him that it would hurt this much to see the woman he loved pull in one’s horns with him. "I—,"
"You can’t do this to me." You cut him off, mumbling with your eyes looking down on your hands. "You can’t come here and touch me, forcing me to fall back and jump on you after the way you treated me."
"I came here to apologise." His voice became a whisper, barely audible to you.
"You have apologised for the million times, but I still got blamed for my career, for choosing to be my own person. Everything I do will always be seen as a selfish act by you. I can never make you happy, Charles."
"You have always made me happy, Y/N. Not my career, not my fame. It was wrong for me to say that, but it wasn’t my intention to disparage your choice, your career, or your life. I know you are not living your life as my girlfriend alone; you have your own dreams. I just got so—" He inhaled, looking away, unable to finish his words.
"Charles.."
He felt your cold hand on his, softly tugging it to get his attention and make him look at you.
"I just— I got so used to having you in my life every second before you moved away.” He pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth, trying to hold in his tears. "I got so frustrated because I came home and it was cold. I was so used to hearing your voice the second I stepped into the house, so used to you screaming my name when you greet me as if you haven’t seen me for years. You moved away so sudden, and it felt so lonely. I am happy for you, Y/N. I am so happy when you tell me about your days at work. I fell in love all over again when I saw the way your eyes were glistening when you talked about your new, dream job, but I wanted you to be with me. It just felt so distant. I am the selfish one all this time. I’m sorry."
You were a crying mess. You had never seen him this broken before. When you accepted your job offer email, you were so perturbed that you would have a hard time living thousands of miles away from your boyfriend, but it never once occurred to you that he would get the short end of the stick. Instead of saying anything, you cradled his head against your neck.
Charles’ arms went around your waist as he buried his head in your neck, replenishing his longing to have you in his arms for weeks. It had been so long since he held you, taking all that you were, everything he ever needed.
"It is not a bad thing to not be able to see each other every day." You mumbled, pulling away to cup on his cheeks. "It is sad, of course, but having you to miss is a privilege to me."
"I never want to lose you, Y/N."
"We just need more patience, understanding, and trust, Charles. I need you to understand me." His hands went on your back as you rested your head on his chest.
"Can you give us another chance?" He felt it was impossible to hide the slight quaver in his voice, too anxious for the worst thing to come. "I truly understand if you don’t want to because—"
"I’m staying." You leaned away and beamed, stroking your thumb against his cheek. "As long as you’re trying, we are trying, and I’ll stay. We’ll be fine."
“I know I said it otherwise but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t come running to you if something happened. You are my life, Y/N.”
You leaned into his hand, drowning yourself with his touch. “We both need to work on our communication skill. You suck at it.”
He chuckled, pulling you back into his arms. “Yeah, I am so bad it also costs me my happiness.”
“Can you stay here and keep me accompany for a couple of days?” You just couldn’t let him go today so you had to be self-obsessed today if it got him to be with you for at least another day.
“Of course, baby. Though I might need to buy some new clothes because this,” He extended his arms. “This is all I have.”
“You come here with just these?” There wasn’t any luggage, anything that made it seemed as if he were planning to come and visit you.
“Yeah, I came in a rush when I saw the picture you sent to Clara.”
“You are so silly. I only broke my hand!” He laughed along when you lifted up your hand cast, as if it was something normal to break your hand on a random Thursday.
“Only broke your hand? Only? Really, love. You even got stitches.”
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David was a hard working father trying to provide enough to maintain his son. The downside to this was he wasn’t spending a lot of time with his son martin.
Martin was an attractive young man but doesn’t know the potential he has in his body. It pained David that Martin wouldn’t use his body to its full potential.
One day, David came home early from work. “Hey Martin, im home early!” Said David. David didn’t get a response and headed upstairs. He saw the door to his bathroom opened and saw Martin jerking off to his briefs. “Dad!” Martin proceeds to slam the door in a hurry.
A few hours later..
Hey bud, You doing alright? “Dad, please go away.” Said Martin. “Son, I know how you feel, when I was your-“ “Dad just stop it! you don’t know how I feel.” Said Martin angrily. “Alright, Ill give you some time to calm down, when your done, come to the living room and we’ll have a chat.” Said David.
A few minutes later..
“Hey dad, Im sorry for how I talked to you..” Said Martin. “Don’t worry bud, I get your sexual desires hehe.” David said. “I love you but sometimes I just wish we could feel more connected.” Martin said. “Yeah, Hehe I wish you knew how good and strong your body is martin.” David said. “And I wish I could spend more time with you dad.” Martin said. “Well, goodnight my son.” David said. They both head to bed and sleep until the next morning.
In the morning
Martin wakes up feeling a bit sore and clumsy. “Woah why do I feel so big all of a sudden.” Martin opens his eyes and sees a huge bulge in his briefs. “Oh my god dad, why didn’t I know you had such a huge package.” Davids package was girthy and long with his balls big and manly. “Damn my armpits smell fucking good.” Martin whips out his new package and starts jerking off. “Ooohh yeah that shits good.” Martin then cums all over his dads chest.
On davids side..
David woke up and already knew something was wrong. He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror, “Hey handsome, Im gonna treat this body how it should be treated.” David Takes off his socks and smells them, “Mmmm” David takes out his package and jerks off. “Oooo fuck yeah im your country boy.” His hot steamy sperm squirts on the mirror. Martin then knocks on the door, “Hey Dad, you like your new body?” Martin says. “Dad?” “Im your son Dad.” David says in a cheeky tone. “Oh dad, im gonna use this body to its full potential.” David says. “Hahaha son, me too.” Martin says. “Alright im going to work” Martin says then leaves.
At the construction site..
Martin was trying his hardest to fit in as his father, He had to take a leak and went to the restroom. At the restroom there was an attractive construction worker guy pissing next to him. “Mind If I give you a hand haha.” Martin said. “Uh David?” The man said. “Just joking with ya haha.” Martin said a bit disappointed. The guy zipped up and left the restroom in a hurry. When Martin finally finished he walked out and saw his manager. “Hey david, Im sorry to say this but, your fired.” “Wait what?” “You harassed one of your coworkers.” The manager said. Defeated, Martin headed back home.
At Martins school.
David was having a blast in his sons body, winning every game and scoring a lot in gym class! “Haha beat that suckers!” David says. “You changed so much martin..” says martins crush. “People change my dude.” David says says. Martins Crush walks away sad. The bell rings and David runs home in his new youthful body.
At home
David and Martin arrived home in each others bodies. “Im sorry Dad, I got fired.” Martin said. “Oh thats fine, its your body now anyways.” David said. “Im doing well in school so fair trade haha.” David Said. Both Martin and David were satisfied with their bodies, David joined football and graduated with a athletes scholarship and Martin got a job as a Gay stripper.
So sorry for not posting stories in a while, I was kinda blocked on what to do next.. Message me if you have requests! peace out.
#bodyswap#himbotransformation#hunktransformation#male body swap#male tf#male transformation#malebodypossesion#bodyswitch#dad and son body swap
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can you do one of geto and gojo when they say i love you for the first time??
gojo and geto saying "i love you" for the first time
of course, thank you for the request, anon! and whewww sorry for being mia but im back (hopefully.)
warnings: none, just fluff! some angst in gojo's if you squint?
words: 1,060
gojo
he had to physically restrain himself from saying it after just a month of dating. it was a struggle.
he didn't want to rush you or make you feel like your relationship was on full blast, but he was so smitten! he knew he loved you practically right away.
he wanted to save it for the right moment, maybe after a romantic outing at your favorite restaurant, but it slipped out during one of your fights after you caught him neglecting his well-being yet again.
"my god, satoru, you're not listening to me, i swear," you mumbled, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands.
you weren't sure how long the two of you had been fighting, but you were so tired, just wanting to get your point across and go to bed. however, you couldn't see that happening anytime soon, as gojo wasn't even trying to acknowledge what you were saying.
"really? because i think my ears are working just fine. and it sounds like you want me to quit," he retorted, hands on his hips as he looked over at you.
you knew he was sensitive about the topic of overworking, but there was only so much you could ignore before stepping in.
"i'm not saying i want you to stop going on missions! we're both sorcerers, for fuck's sake. it's our job. i'm just asking you to be more careful. you're relying too much on your infinity and you're barely taking care of yourself," you breathed, trying to keep your tone even and measured.
you pressed on, more softly this time, "did you really think i wouldn't notice your eye bags or the fact that sometimes you don't come home until 2 in the morning covered in god knows what?"
"that's not true! why do you have no faith in me?" you didn't think it was possible for your fist to clench anymore without either breaking it or throwing it at gojo's face.
"why can't you see how terrified i am? it's only a matter of time before you don't come home, satoru."
gojo's words died in his throat, finally catching sight of the fear and dread in your eyes. his heart tightened a little.
"i love you too much to let anything like that happen to me, baby."
"i know, but- wait, what?"
he walked up to you, placing his hands on both sides of your waist, pulling you into him.
"you heard me. i love you so much, baby. you're everything to me. i understand what you're saying now."
you placed your hands on his chest, the entire fight forgotten with just those three words.
"i love you too, satoru."
gojo pulled you in tighter, afraid that if he let go you'd take those words right back.
"say it again. please?" he asked.
"i love you so much," you smiled, half-whispering.
gojo moved one of his hands up to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a gentle kiss.
"so...are you still mad at me?" he quipped, smiling softly.
"this is a nice moment. let's not ruin it."
geto
similar to gojo, he also wanted to find the right time to say it. but unlike the other, geto can actually wait for the perfect moment.
it took him a little longer to come to terms with his feelings for you due to his fear of vulnerability, but once he realized how deeply he loved you it was practically the only thing on his mind.
you and geto had slept in longer than usual that morning, seeing that it was a saturday.
"baby, wake up," he whispered, trailing soft kisses down your neck, pulling your back into his chest tighter. he had successfully convinced you to spend the night at his place (although, you hadn't resisted at all).
"nooo," you whined, melting into his embrace. "it's saturday, we can just stay here all day!"
"i was going to take you to that one cafe you love down the street, but i guess this works, too."
you huffed. "why do you hate me?"
after a nice breakfast spent over pastries and coffee, geto walked with you down the street to your favorite bookstore, letting you pick out a few novels to bring home. he paid, of course.
now, the two of you were seated together on the couch, your legs straddling his waist as you played with his soft hair. his hands held onto your hips, somehow pulling you in closer with each passing minute.
you noticed how his breath kept catching in his throat. "are you okay, suguru? something you want to talk about?"
finally, with a mix of courage and fear, geto took a deep breath and whispered in a soft tone, "you are the most important person to me."
"above satoru? i'm honored," you chuckled, hoping to distill some of his fear.
he merely smiled, continuing on with his speech.
"i've always been scared of opening up. i mean, of course, i have satoru and shoko, but vulnerability was never something that came easy to me," he spoke, a light blush dusting his cheeks at those last words.
you listened attentively, taking in everything he was saying, noticing how he was struggling to get his thoughts out. you gently stroked his neck, hoping it would encourage him to keep talking.
"but with you, it's different. i've always been drawn to your presence. this feeling i have, it's confusing and so complex, but absolutely undeniable."
he paused momentarily, perhaps bracing the both of you for his next words.
"i love you, y/n. you don't have to feel the same way, and you also don't have to respond right now, but i needed to tell you."
you cupped his face, rubbing your thumbs over his cheeks.
"i love you too, baby. more than you'll ever know," you whispered, the impact of his confession clear in your expression.
he (somehow) pulled you even further into his embrace, a hand coming up to the back of your head to rest it on his shoulder as he buried his own in your neck.
"move in with me?"
"huh??" you gaped, pulling yourself away from his neck to look into his eyes, seeing only sincerity and adoration.
"baby, you basically already live here. this would just make it official. what do you think?"
"...of course."
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Alrighty, here we are again
previously, in harrowcita the ninth:
this happened
currently, after ch. 2 (once again, I wanted to read more but realized these notes were too long):
first off, I need to point out something very important
reading the first part of gideon, this was how the dynamic of her and harrow felt like, from gideon's pv in the first chapter or two
this is what it actually was like, now that I have harrow's pv
so, now that we've cleared that up, let me tell you about the emperor
I don't know about this guy
something's not adding up for me
I feel like he's either lying, telling half-truths that benefit him or he doesn't know what he's doing
and none of those options are very god-tier
he's also constantly going like "harrow, I'm gonna let you choose" and five minutes later he's "oh, actually, you never had a choice to begin with, I'm so sorry about that"
I don't think you're sorry if you've done it like 3 times since we've met you
maybe say what you actually mean, unless you're full of lies
he takes harrow on a walk through the clown death star ship he's got going on
and takes her to his coffin hangar
shows her coffins of the people he made to send to the ninth
the new ninth people
aiglamene is gonna have to work overtime
(I can't believe I've never forgotten her name)
and then there's coffins for all the little friends we made in canaan house
:) ♥
except there are a bunch missing people
let me just note the info we got
the second says "no human remains inside"
last we saw them, martita was KO and judith was bleeding to death
nobody from the third as well, and we already have suspicions about wtf is happening with these parsley and cilantro twins
from the sixth, one is empty because CAMILLA ISN'T DEAD GODDAMMIT
the other one has little pieces of palmolive in it
me picking up the pieces of palmolive from the decor of canaan house
there is one coffin for not!dulcinea
the emperor guy says he's taking her with the other lyctors
as long as he flushes afterwards, it's fine
we are, by the way, trying very hard to not mention gideon ever, apparently
just wanna point out real quick that THERE'S A LOT OF PEOPLE UNACCOUNTED FOR and this guy is GOD so he's doing a terrible job
or he's not saying all he knows
or both
all this time, ice cube barbie is tagging along
ice cube barbie is harrow's babadook, which I stan tbh
since she's here to stay, let me show you another pic of that doll because it's my favorite from the haunted beauty collection
so, the emperor starts telling harrow what they're fighting against (or escaping from) and where they came from
this man explains what he wants and leaves out what he wants
at one point, when harrow asks something like "how will you explain all the dead people?" he goes like
he asks harrow about death and the process of it and she says, at one point:
"In cases of apopneumatic shock, where death is sudden and violent, the energy burst can be sufficient to countermand osmotic pressure and leave the soul temporarily isolated. Whence we gain the ghost, and the revenant."
this is important for the later conversation about revenant beasts, which are the things that the emperor is having trouble with
but I highlighted it because I am adding it to my notes of "reasons why gideon could be not dead forever"
I am holding on to all the hope I can get
because if sudden violent death can leave the soul temporarily isolated and not do the due process of transitioning to the river or whatnot
and gideon isn't within harrow or whatever
maybe
maybe she's somewhere else
I don't know, let me have this, don't tell me anything, just
LET ME HAVE THIS
so yeah, basically the story is that the emperor is running away from nine revenant beasts, which were created during the resurrection, when a planet was blasted off
nine beasts like nine houses
there's three left now
I don't know about all of this, you guys
I don't have enough context and I don't trust this guy here
how do I know where we stand in all this?
what if he's not the good guy and what he did was some planetary bullshit to begin with?
what if the other side is the good guys?
what if he's killed by one of our heroes? like harrow or gideon or camilla?
because he's actually a false god jerk?
what if I kill him????
and then we have two last important things
first, barbie ice cube speaks now
love that for her
then, very crucial
the non-gideon mentioning seems to be a Thing
I don't know if I'm understanding correctly but
the emperor mentions ortus
ortus, the one we knew, our old pal from the ninth
and I got the feeling, idk if I got it, that he just assumed ortus was the cavalier she had with her
because 1) he didn't go down there and 2) no body was recovered
and then harrow also mentions ortus, but she says he "died thinking it was the only gift he was capable of giving" and that she "wasted it" and idk if she did that because she's blocking sad memories, she's confused because she's Not Doing Great Mentally Right Now, she doesn't wanna tell the emperor what actually happened, or all three
there's stuff about ortus I don't know, but that sounds to me more like what gideon said than what ortus "Got Blown To Bits With Mom In Ship" did
and then the emperor says his name again with suspicion and I'm like
I think this clown doesn't know
I think he doesn't know about gideon
I think he doesn't know about gideon or who gideon actually is
which we don't know yet either but it's probably important
because she's hercules, as previously established
I think maybe gideon is an outlier
an important planetary outlier
I have hopes
also, another day without camilla
god (not this one) I hope I can make shorter recaps but there's so much happening, I'm so sorry
#luly reacts to tlt#harrow the ninth#harrow the ninth spoilers#tlt spoilers#long post#the locked tomb
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Time Apart (Simon Riley x Reader)
Word Count: 788
♪ Song to Listen To: Slow Dancing in A Burning Room by John Mayer
It had been weeks. No. Months since you had last seen him. Maybe that was just an exaggeration, but he was the first boyfriend you had that had a job like this. You had been together for about 5 or 6 months and you and Simon had been inseparable since and at the last possible second, he was summoned for a mission for work. This mission was just for 4 or 5 weeks, which in retrospect wasn’t that long, but this was the first time being apart from each other. The very first thing that he told you was that this mission was no contact. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t risk your safety like that.
Week 2 and 3 weren’t that bad and you just made a routine to keep yourself busy. It didn’t help that you were also an anxious overthinker. Every night you would lay awake thinking about Simon and his chances of coming back to you.
“No, he’s coming back.” Is what you would tell yourself every night before you fell asleep in his too big workout shirt. His scent alone would be enough to lull you asleep in your shared bed and strong enough for you to ignore the missing body that was supposed to be next to you.
By week 4 and 5, you slowly started to eat less and sleep more. You don’t know why you reacted this way to him being gone, it’s not like you weren’t used to it. Your dad had been in the military for 20 years and it wasn’t uncommon for him to be gone for months at a time. So why is this different?
You had finally convinced yourself to swing your legs out of bed and drag yourself into the kitchen. Luckily, you had showered after work so all you had to do was put on pajama shorts and Simon's big t-shirt. Boiling some pasta water and putting on your headphones on full blast made you feel better and you knew it would melt away the sadness. While you were lost in your own thoughts and swaying to the music, you failed to hear the door unlocking, and the soft but heavy thud of duffle bags. A long sigh escaped his lips.
“Oh shit the pasta”, you muttered to yourself. Simon’s steps drew closer to you, taking in your body like a parched man looking at water in the desert. Heavy footsteps drawing into a close. You feel your hair being pushed to the side and your neck being peppered with kisses.
“Holy shit!” You turn around quickly, with your headphones falling off your head just to be met with his adoring brown eyes.
“Miss me love?” He whispers with a smile.
“Oh my god” tears run down your face and you jump into his arms. He didn’t hesitate to support your body with his hands around your torso while your legs locked around his waist. “I’ve missed you so much Simon.” You buried your face in his neck and took in his overwhelming cologne, the smell of pine on his tactical vest and the cold sensation of his dog tags hitting your chest. He sets you on the counter gently, trapping you in between his arms. You put your hands to his face and lift his intimidating balaclava to look at his bare face. You mark all the new scars and take notice of the one on his lips. You kiss all the scars and then his lips. He takes a moment to look at you.
“Is that my shirt?” He asks, looking down at the material hanging off your body and you shrug your shoulders. “It looks good on you, keep it.” It’s his turn to return the affection and he starts at your collar bones and works his way up your neck and eventually lands on your lips. This time he hooks his hand around the back of your neck for support and kisses you deeply. Nothing beats the feeling of an ‘I missed you’ kiss. You enjoy this feeling as you wrap your arms around his neck. You hop off the counter and take his hand in yours as you go to his bags to help him put his stuff away.
“Let’s get you settled back in so we can eat and you can tell me about your trip, the unclassified stuff anyways” You smile at him.
“Anything for you.”
After dinner and his much needed shower you laid in bed with his arms around you and your legs entangled with each other. It was the best sleep you both had in weeks.
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sunday morning
pair : levi x fem!reader
warning(s): major aot spoliers, pregnancy, children, timeskip!levi, just lots of love, reader is insecure abt her postpartum body, a little suggestive, mentions of church, reader and levi have a bit of an age gap (just like 3/4 years), reader is taller than levi by like 4/5 inches
note : i am just having baby fever T.T
the breeze feels good today.
it's a bright sunday morning. he never really liked sunday. he never understood the meaning of a "sunday morning." y'know, the ones where you go to church, go out to breakfast with your family, or just simply relax and sleep into the afternoon.
no, he never got that. instead, he had his sumday full of paperwork, training, or heavy cleaning. it's not like it was unexpected. he was a high-ranked soldier in the survey corps. he didn't expect anything from an already high-risk, practically 24/7 job.
so now, he feels... off. theres no paperwork to fill out. no training he needs to do. he can clean, but theres not much to clean anymore.
you could say he feels relieved. the titans are gone. everyone could finally relax without having the fear of their walls being blasted through. even better, he can relax with his wife, y/n.
he's still new to his "lifestyle." he's not used to this thing "relaxation." the windows are open, linen curtains flowing with the soft breeze. it's a good june day, neither too hot nor cold.
he's sweeping the already clean floors, wondering on what to do for the next few hours. he desperately wants to "relax" but he just doesn't know how. he sighs in distress, wiping the back of his palm on his forehead.
like clockwork, he hears the cry of a baby. his baby. setting aside the broom to stand on the nearest wall, he walks towards the nursery, painted in soft colors. he stands in the doorway for a few seconds, soaking in the lovely sight in front of him.
the baby was already soothed by his wife, who was already coddling and cooing at it with such love and adoration. "my, you have such cute fingers~" you whisper, fondling the baby's plushie fingers with your own.
"it's so bright," he thinks. today just seems so... perfect. he is still expecting something to terribly go wrong, somehow, someday. he inhales the scene in front of him, trying to burn the image into his memory forever.
you two have been together for many years, dating back to around the time when eren had finally sealed the holes in the walls. you and levi had been through a lot, and you've both seen a lot together. that in turn only made the bond between the two of you stronger and closer.
you remember the day he promised to marry you - when he was almost fatally wounded by the beast titan and had a moment of clarity did he decide that he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life. so, following the extermination of the titans, the two of you happily married.
it's astonishing how much time has passed since then, even though it's barely been a year. in that year, even despite your age (mid 30s), you fell pregnant following a few months of the wedding. you were absolutely joyful at the news. levi was too. although he didn't immediately lift you into his arms like every other "normal" guy would, his mind was racing a million thoughts per second.
on the outside, they were all sorta displeased at his lack of emotion. on the inside however, he thought his heart was going to explode due to how it felt so heavy with love, yearning, and relief. god, it was his dream to live a happy life, and now he finally has it (at the expense of his eye, fingers, and almost his entire ability to walk). he couldn't be any happier.
stepping out of his mind, he takes a few limpy steps towards you. you notice, turning around and giving him that loving smile of yours. "pretty day 'nnit?" you say. it wasn't much of a question. he replied with a soft hum, not taking his eyes off his firstborn, his son. it's crazy how much time has passed in a blink of an eye.
he remembers just as clear as day when you first told him you were carrying his child, and now his child is just a few measly weeks old. "lev, would you say he looks a lil' like you?" you tease. the baby was awake, little arms flailing and wiggling, reaching for nothing in particular.
he paid a little more attention to the baby. he was surprised at the sudden realization the resemblance the baby already has to him. black hair, little round blueish-gray eyes.. a stink face. "he's ugly like you." you tease. "how wonderful."
"yeah, luckily he'll grow up with great features." he resorts, a light smirk growing across his features. "if he grows up at all.." you giggle. he's a bit peeved that the baby looks like him, rather wishing he looked like his dashing mother instead. "i would rather he's like you though. i don't want him to be mistaken as a short asshole," he admits. "i mean, the brat isn't even half a year old and he already gives me looks."
you giggle at his comments. "i don't think he should be like me," you reply, getting up slowly and placing the now-sleepy baby into his bassinet. "i don't want him to look all nasty like me." you say, addressing your postpartum body.
even during your pregnancy, levi had noticed that you became obsessive with how your body had looked. he noticed the way you had negatively looked at yourself, and it just made him so angry at you. you looked absolutely lovely to him. "there's nothing wrong with your body, anyone who says so is an uneducated idiot with no common sense." he replied, bringing his hands to wrap around your waist.
"you're just saying that because you're biased." you sigh. "no, i'm saying that because it's true. i think you're the most beautiful woman i've ever seen, and you still are," he whispers, placing a chaste kiss onto your cheek. why would it be fair to judge you based on appearance? you love him even though he's missing like 3 fingers, face and body scared up. hell, he can barely walk anymore.
his hands squeeze at the plush skin there teasingly, earning a surprised and flustered reply of dismay from you. you tried to break away from his grasp, only for him to wrap his arms around you even tighter. bringing one hand down to grab your ass, he attaches his lips to your neck. "i love you." he whispers.
you sigh in relief as a reply. you hope you didn't wake the baby when he unexpectedly hoisted you up into his arms, carrying you into the shared bedroom you have with him.
it is a good sunday.
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SYNOPSIS: Lyney never feared the sight of the tank, but his "Father" changed that for him. (gen. neutral reader) [ IDENTITYV AU ]
CW/s: Drowning (or almost drowning), ooc Lyney? (he's shaken up oops), depiction of Knave! Lyney/Harbinger! Lyney, near death scenario, reader gets hurt in helping survivor! Lyney (part 2 of 3)
The familiar thumping of one's heart was something Lyney is quite used to. To him, as a magician, he would only have those when performing tricks that are impossible— only for them to work as the audience began to shower him with praise.
As an illusionist, he knew well that miracles are akin to magic tricks. That is what he was raised to believe, but outside of his job, there are things far more cruel than he may say.
So when he felt himself getting dunked into the tank his sister used in one of their shows, he felt the air leave him as he was put inside.
He banged on the glass as he saw his Father? leave, the illusion fading into a sight he can discern. He thought it was her?, but the familiar coat and attire betrayed his expectation.
It was… Himself?
… As the Knave.
He felt his eyes widened. Was this suppose to be him?
If Father gets replaced or dies, will he become like this?
The hunter turned his head to see the stunned illusionist, water pouring down to fill up the tank. And for a sheer glance alone, he could see him mouth the following words that shocked his core.
And then, he left.
His siblings are far from where he was chaired. And Heaven forbid will he let them rescue him like this.
The water is filling up to his knees.
Was this the end? He couldn't tell anymore.
After all, he knew he can turn the fates in his favor. He knew that, he was a magician! And by God will he just stop because he's stuck in a water tank!
As he felt his legs grow damp, he began to do anything in his power to get out. He tried to push the lid, perhaps use his own tricks to disappear from the tank.
He wanted to get out of this blasted tank. He was growing desperate.
At times like these, he wished he had his vision on his person.
But alas, no such luck.
His efforts rendered futile, and his desperation gnawed at him alive.
...
It's rising to his waist.
...
He wanted to crumble.
He couldn't hear the faint calling of a familiar voice— and a yelp from the hit by the grim-malkin cat. The one he had from his tricks.
He can vaguely recall how some of his tricks failed. How he and Lynette endured to get a sliver of fame, to even get a chance to perform.
This was one of those times.
He knew this moment awfully well. And the familiar despair began to get to his head.
...
It's rising to his chest.
...
Was this it? Is this the end of the road?
It can't be. I can't die here. I can't.
I can't stop here— why can't I do something? Why is there no exits here?
I can't simply drown in this tank and disappear. I don't want to disappear!
No, no, no—
Please, I need to see my sister again. I need to see my siblings again.
I refuse to sit here, and yet...
... I don't know what to do.
Can I even escape from this glass prison?
Can I escape the same prison I've been destined to be trapped in?
...
Then, it rises to his neck.
…
...
…
The seal of the tank opens.
Two hands grabs him, and with one full swoop, the playwright pulls the illusionist out as a way to rescue him.
Lyney was stunned when he felt the water leave him, and albeit he is dripping, he could smell the scent of parchment and ashes.
(Name).
"Are you okay, Lyney?" he heard them asked, watching as the tank closes but the water level remains the same. "Here," they added, handing him a syringe that they retrieved from the chests.
Am I okay?
"Come on, let's go—"
They yelped and went down as the hunter— himself— loomed over them, sighing.
"Oh, my dear poupée, you should've learned not to turn your back on a hunter!" his hunter identity said, but the playwright turned to wince and glare at him.
"Hah— and you should learn not to be so cocky."
Then, the sirens blared. And detention got ahold of the Knave.
With adrenaline, they shoved the now coherent illusionist.
"Run!" you yelled, grabbing his wrist and pulling him with them out of the big tent. "Detention will last in 2 minutes— and we'll both die if we get caught by him!"
And as soon as the two of you fled, the survivors could hear the ever familiar yet chilling laugh as the Knave is in pursuit of his showstopper.
No man will be left alive.
Not on his watch.
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Love It When We Make Up
Pairing: Fem! reader x Gojo
Summary: You and Gojo fight and fuck to make up. Loosely inspired by Ariana Grande’s song Make up
Word count: 1.3k
Warnings: Not necessarily toxic, but fighting with partner. Fingering, a lil teasing, p in v sex, cream pie
You loved you boyfriend Gojo, but he also knew how to get on your nerves like no one else. For starters, he's been taking on tons of missions that pull him away from home after he promised to spend more time with you. When he was home, he was leaving the seat up in the bathroom, eating the food you planned to bring lunch, falling asleep when you were supposed to be watching your favorite show together. The show he insisted you couldn’t watch alone because it was your “couple” show.
Was it anything that serious? No, but all together? You were sick of it. So, fuck it, you thought, two can play at that game. You watched the finale of the show. Without him. You blasted music when he was in his office doing god knows what. You shrunk some of his shirts in the wash. It was petty, but you didn’t care.
“You did this on purpose,” Gojo accused, running his hands over his now too-tiny shirt.
“Did not,” you lied.
Gojo rolled his eyes. “You know you can’t fucking lie to me. I can sense your bullshit from a mile away.” You crossed your arms and stared him down defiantly.
“And why would I want to shrink your shirt purposely? Hmm?” Gojo narrowed his eyes.
“Probably for some shit you made up to be mad at,” he replied. Oh hell no.
“You’ve got some fucking nerve,” you snapped, “You were away all last week and then you come home and act like a fucking slob.”
Gojo scoffed. “I was away last week because I was working. Which was more pleasurable than this fucking conversation.”
“You’re being a dick.”
“Yeah, well you’re being a bitch.”
“Fuck you,” you spat, “And by the way, you’re favorite character died in the finale.” You stormed up the stairs, savoring the shocked look on his face. You could hear him bounding up the steps behind you.
“You’re messing with me.”
“I thought you could tell if I was lying,” you mocked his voice, “Maybe you’re not as perfect as you think you are.” You were both being petty and ridiculous at this point. You knew all this shit didn’t matter, and that the real reason you were so upset was because you missed him. You knew his job was important and he was important, but you wanted to feel important to him too.
Gojo sensed your energy softening, which led him to soften himself. “Maybe I’m not, but my girlfriend certainly is,” he smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist. You rolled your eyes, but didn’t push him away. Gojo alway got like this when you fought. He hit a point where he completely flipped and tried to butter you up
“Shut up,” you replied, though there wasn’t any conviction in it.
“Did my girl miss me while I was away? Is that it?” he questioned, his voice smug. You only rolled your eyes, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. “Bet it was so hard being here without me.”
“Didn’t even notice you were gone,” you grumbled, sounding like it was the opposite.
Gojo chuckled, his hands tracing up and down your sides. “That it? All this cause you were missing me so bad?” He pressed a kiss to your throat. “What did you do when you were missing me baby? Did you touch yourself?” His hand slid between your legs, ghosting over your pussy. You let out a strangled breath.
“Maybe.”
“Hmm no wonder you’re in such a shit mood.” He pressed his thumb against your clothed clit. “Haven’t had a proper orgasm in a week.”
“Who said that?” He was right.
Gojo took your hand in his, pressing your fingers to his lips. “We both know no one can make you cum like I can. Not even yourself.”
You couldn’t let him get too full of himself. “Right like you don’t call and complain about having to fuck your fist while you’re away. You miss me just as much.”
Gojo smirked. “Never said I didn't, sweetheart. Missed your sweet pussy so much.” He slipped his fingers into your leggings, slipping through your lips. “Oh you really missed me, huh?” He slid his finger into your dripping pussy. You opened your mouth to reply just as Gojo pressed against your g spot. He licked into your mouth as you moaned.
“Fuck,” you gasped as he pumped his fingers inside you. His long, slender fingers able to reach spots inside you couldn’t. He was right, no one made you cum like him. “Gojo, please.” You gripped his wrist urging him to keep going.
“Gonna cum around my fingers pretty girl?” he mused, pressing on your clit with his thumb. “Go on, you need it bad.” Your head fell back against the wall, as a warm bliss spread like fire through your body. You moaned his name, your pussy clenching around his fingers. “Good girl.” Gojo held your body up as you went weak in the knees coming down from your high.
One you composed yourself, you pulled Gojo down to floor, pulling off his clothes as you're went. Gojo snorted. “We have a bed you know.”
“Don’t care you,” you huffed, kicking off your leggings so you could straddle his lap. You took his cock in your hand, loving how heavy and hard it felt. You rubbed his tip through your lips, mixing his pre cum with your arousal. You teased the tip at your tight hole, making Gojo squirm.
“C’mon on angel, don’t tease.” Gojo tried, and fail to mask the tension in his voice. You smirked, loving when he got a little desperate. If you weren’t so needy, you would have pushed it longer. Instead, you lined yourself up to him and sunk down on his cock. You went slow, letting you both savor every last inch. You bit your lip feeling your pussy stretch around him.
You rolled your hips, slow and languid. Nothing in the world felt as a good as Gojo’s cock, the blunt tip hitting those spots inside you that made your pussy flutter. “Fuck, baby, squeezing me so tight,” Gojo breathed, “Missed this pussy so fuckin’ much.” You ground against him faster, harder, not caring about teasing him, just wanting to cum on his cock. Gojo gripped your hips, helping to rock you body over his.
“Haa, fuck Gojo,” you gasped. Your pussy was already so sensitizer from your first orgasm that you found yourself on the edge quickly. Gojo could sense it, rubbing his thumb over your clit to finish you off. Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as your second orgasm lit up your body.
“Fuck,” Gojo moaned, his cock throbbing inside you as he filled you with his warm release. You rutted your hips a few more times before collapsing on top of him. You could feel his cum dripping out of you as you both caught your breath.
“I’m sorry I was being a dick,” Gojo said eventually, “And for being away so much. I just know that when they call me, it’s something serious. I worry that if I say no something bad could happen, something that could hurt you. I couldn’t bear that.”
Tears pricked at your eyes at Gojo’s words. It was rare for him to worry or feel afraid. You had thought he left because he didn’t care, but really he left because he cared about you so much he wanted to make sure the world was safe for you. “I’m sorry, too,” you replied, “I left my insecurities get the best of me and I was a bitch about it... And I’m sorry for spoiling the show.”
Gojo laugh, picking you up and carrying you towards your room. “Bitching I can forgive, but spoiling the show? I’m gonna need a few more rounds before I can accept that apology.”
#gojo smut#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#gojo fanfic#gojo satoru smut#gojo headcanons#gojo hcs#gojo satoru imagines#gojo imagine#jjk smut#jjk hcs#jjk headcanons
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Begonias | Kai Smith x reader
I love Lana Del Rey
“-Money is the anthem! God you’re so handsome-!”
“Okay! Okay, honey. Not that I don’t love your singing, or you calling me handsome but we’re here.” Kai said turning the radio down am I smiles at him as he looked for somewhere to park.
“Thank you… for this.” I said and he smirked.
“Anything for you.” He told me and I tried to ignore how flustered it made me feel.
“You seriously didn’t have to do this, you know?” I said and he rolled his eyes.
“I seriously did. It’s your first day. It’d be wrong for me to not take you.” Kai protested and I smiled.
“You know my Dad is going to hold this against you, right?” I said and he rolled his eyes again.
“C’mon? Daddy dropping you off at his office for the job he gave you on the first day? What a bad first impression.” He said and it was my turn to roll my eyes.
“I’m just being an office assistant for a couple months so I can have some actual experience in an office environment. Then I can apply to work for Borg or someone. Plus I need money.” I told him and he gave me a reassuring smile.
“Borg would love to have you. Hey- he clearly pays me well.” He said and gestured to custom Cyrus car that had been made for him. It was a ridiculously expensive red sports car that was completely electric in the Borg fashion. Kai had worked for Borg since he was 17, originally on an internship apparently and had built himself up in the company. He dealt in security matters and testing out new inventions.
“Yeah I can see that.” I said before sitting up and turning to him. “How do I look?” I asked, striking a little pose whilst sitting and he looked me over.
“Gorgeous… and don’t listen to your Dad. The skirt is not too short and that’s coming from your boyfriend. Although the chances of me ripping it off tonight are high.” He said and I smirked.
“So you’re coming tonight?” I said and his face dropped. It was a big meal that my Dad had with his friends and some of my Uncles and cousins. Kai has avoided this dinner for months and did so last year but since it was the first year we were together. I let it slide but now we had almost been going out for two years. I wanted him to be there with me.
“I’m already on Daddy’s bad side. I think me being at that dinner would be the last straw. He already thinks I’m the reason you didn’t go to college.” Kai said and I gave him puppy eyes.
“Please?” I asked and he gave me a serious look.
“You’re going to be late.” He said and I just stared at him harder. “I’ll see what I can do… love you.” He said and I kissed him before opening the car door.
“Love you too!” I yelled as I closed the car door and I heard Lana blasting again at full volume I turned around and he winked at me as he sped off. I giggled to myself and held my skirt down from the gust of wind the car made. I shook my head with a big smile as I headed up the stairs. I pretended I didn’t see my Dad shake his head in disapproval in his office window. I held my head up high as I headed up into his office greeting everyone and receiving off guard thanks and greetings back. God this was a depressing work environment. I paused by my Dad’s office door as I heard him speaking.
“-she had a crush on him when she was 18! You think it would end there but no! He continues to poke his head around her until she’s 20 and immediately snatches her up! And he cancels all the time! Poor excuses if you ask me. He’s good for nothing! Can’t provide, he’s going nowhere in life and encourages the worst behaviour out of my daughter, she swears he had nothing to do with it but I know he’s the reason she didn’t go to College! All her life she spoke about wanting to-“ I pushed the door open, carrying a file that had been handed to me and a coffee for my father.
“He’s not going nowhere, Dad. Who else do you know of that’s got into an internship at Borg’s company at 17 and at 25 is now a leading part of his security. He deals with the ninja Dad! Thats a huge thing!” I interrupted and he rolled his eyes.
“You always had a crush on that red one too. Don’t tell me you’re going to be dating him next.” Dad grumbled and I rolled my eyes.
“Dad, I heard it takes them 10 years to even master basic ninjitsu! The fire ninja is probably 30.” I told him and he stared at me out the corner of his eye.
“Age gap didn’t stop you before.” He snarked and I slammed the file down.
“Stop it! Kai’s 25, not 50. It’s not uncommon for a 21 year old to go out with a 25 year old. Or an 20 year old to go out with a 24 year old. Stop making out like he’s a creep. Plus the age gap between you and Mom was 5 years?!” I said and he shrugged.
“At least we were both in our 30s and not one of us a teenager- he over the age to be ID’d!” Dad said and his business colleague tried not to look awkward in the seat opposite my Dad’s by his desk.
“I’m going to be the mature one and end this. If you need me I’ll be with my supervisor doing my training.” I said and spun on my heel to walk out.
“And pull down that skirt!” He yelled and I resisted the urge to throw the new file in my hand at him. Instead I just shut his door and moved towards my supervisor.
They had a TV in the office with the news playing and I caught myself watching it when I noticed everyone else watching it as well. The ninjas were on the news. I watched as it showed the red ninja shutting down some mechanic that had gone haywire. I felt like I was the only one that noticed the way it had sliced his side and how he winced in pain and grabbed his side when the fight ended. He quickly moved away before it switched to the green ninja taking on two with the peach ninja who glitched away from all attacks. They worked together perfectly and I felt a certain jealously creep up inside me. A bitterness at the fact that me and Kai would never be able to work that well together. He’d forever be that guy who successfully raised his little sister, worked all his life and came out on top and I’d always be the girl who had everything handed to her. It didn’t matter that Lord Garmadon had stripped my mother away from me. It didn’t matter that Kai was the only person who taught me how to smile again. It didn’t matter that my father wouldn’t look at me for years, especially as I got older, because I looked too much like her. It didn’t matter that no one had hugged me since my mother had died. I was 10. Me and Kai could relate that much on not having a mother and feeling as if we had to raise ourselves, except he actually did and had to raise another. I looked back down after the earth ninja and pink ninja came on screen and she helped the fire ninja’s injury on his side as the earth ninja protected them both. Again, working as a perfect team. I went back to typing on my computer.
“Damn ninjas! Always having to show off! No one needs to backflip to take down a bot! Showboating is never impressive.” I heard my Dad curse as he moved to the office printer and I rolled my eyes. I looked back up as the lightning ninja backflipped off a bot in sync with the water ninja and they both blasted the bots with their power, rendering them useless.
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“What the hell is up with you?!” Cole hissed out as he used his strength to knock a bot away.
“You’re never this distracted, red.” Pearl added as he quickly put a medical seal on his wound that had been created by Borg to temporarily freeze land apply pressure to any wound for a couple hours. Kai hissed in pain as he felt the bandage take and suck at his skin and wound.
“It’s just… spitfire… she’s got this huge family dinner thing and she wants me to be there but you know how much her Dad hates me.” Kai hissed out as Pearl created a little shield around her and Kai as they waited for the pain to numb and for him to get back into action. Her powers allowed her to temporarily bring the realm she sees into around her as to act like a shield. It was Peach whose power allowed her to completely go through realms and objects like they didn’t exist. They called her powers ‘glitching’ rather than whatever technical name it had.
“Then don’t go. She’d probably be thankful for an excuse not to go.” Cole said and Kai leant back on his arms.
“That was my plan but it’s her first day working for him as well. I feel like I need to be with her tonight.” He carried on and Cole ripped out the bot’s power pack. It crumbled like nothing and he dodged the other bot that shot at him.
“Then go… it’s once a year and it shows that her father’s wrong about you not being serious because you’d actually be there to laugh at him.” Pearl added and Kai threw his head back.
“This has been my debate all day!” He groaned and shook his head.
“Peach we could use your help over here!” Pearl said and in an instant she appeared behind Pearl and kicked a smaller bot away from the two.
“What’s up?” She asked and Pearl noticed a gash on her thigh and got to work, grabbing her leg unexpectedly as she yelped.
“Does Kai go to the family dinner or nah?” She asked and Peach looked to him.
“That big family one?” She asked and Kai nodded. “Fuck yeah. Her Dad already hates you.” Peach added and Kai rolled his eyes.
“I know that but going would make him even more mad at me.” Kai said Peach rolled her eyes back as Pearl began smoothing the bandage.
“It’s not about her Dad- are you done?! It’s about her! Just go… or arrive halfway through with flowers and dressed nicely. Say you got caught up at work! That’ll get them thinking you’re not a vigilante clad in red that just got cut in the side by a giant bot.” She said and Pearl finally let go of her leg and she glitched her hand through another bot and ripped out its power pack.
“That’s a good idea actually.” Cole said and he rests his katana over his shoulder. Random wires hung over it.
“I’m taking credit.” Pearl said to be shoved by Peach.
“The fuck did you do?” She asked and Pearl looked up sharply.
“Ask you.” Pearl said and you could see her grin from behind the mask.
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I had gone home in my Dad’s car with his driver and unfortunately him. He’d been in a horrible mood all day and I stared out the window as he ranted to me but not actually because I wasn’t listening.
“Is sparky coming or not?” Dad asked and I rolled my eyes.
“It’s Kai and he doesn’t know if he’s going to be working late or not.” More like if he can deal with you tonight. I know I can’t! I thought to myself.
“Of course… but what do you expect?! I think you’re putting too much into this relationship. You’re both so young and there’s no way he’ll be ready to settle any time soon. Boys like him, Y/n. They don’t stick around for marriage. Don’t be fooled.” He told me and I whipped my head around sharply.
“And how would you know?! Because you strung along my mother for years until you decided you were ready to settle down? Kai shows me a lot more attention than you ever showed my mother. He treats me better as well. Which is lucky considering I was raised to think Mommy and Daddy arguing everyday was normal.” I said and he went silent.
“I loved your mother.” His pathetic reply was and I rolled my eyes.
“You don’t have to remind me. You could’ve even look at me for 5 years after she died! And you want to talk about Kai-?! You think he has ’ruined’ my life?! No- you did! Because you couldn’t bring it upon yourself to even hug your daughter when she cried over her mother’s dead body-! Let me out! I’m walking the rest of the way home!” I said and pulled at the door handle of the locked car.
“-No! Don’t!” Dad quickly demanded and I threw myself back on my seat and crossed my arms, looking away from him. “I’m sorry, dear.” He said and I rolled my eyes, not letting the tears fall, it wasn’t the first time we’d had this conversation. “I just worry you’re spending too much of your time on this boy instead of you. God knows your mother did the same for me and we were much older.” I held my forehead.
“I didn’t want to go to college because I didn’t want to leave home.” I said and I could feel his shocked stare on me.
“What…?” He said in shock and I sighed.
“Last time I left home to go to a school I would live at… I got halfway there before I had no mother.” I said and I felt his posture soften.
“It had nothing to do with Kai. Although I wish it did. It’d be a much easier problem to fix… he actually tried to encourage me to go. Even said he’d pay my tuition fees if for some reason that’s what I was worried about. Also said he’d pay for any travel home or there and if he could he’d pick me up.” I said and I heard my father sigh.
“I’m sorry… I just get worried that he’s bringing you into a world you weren’t made for. I know he’s had a rough history.” Dad said and the car came to a stop outside our house which was way too big for the two of us. But I guess if you run data processing company, it earns big money.
“Can we just put this aside for tonight? I’m tired enough as it is.” I said and he nodded in agreement before we both got out the car and I said thanks and goodbye to my Dad’s driver. Lorris. God I really fucking hope Kai turns up.
I had called and messages way too many times and he hadn’t answered. I guess this was his shitty way of saying “I’m not coming”. I huffed retouched my make up and smoothed out my outfit before making my wake downstairs to say hello to everyone and sit down, ready for dinner. Which was served quickly after. That let me know what they were waiting for me.
I felt my foot get kicked from under the table and looked up to see my younger cousin who smiled cheekily at me and mouthed ‘I’m bored’. I smiled back in amusement and swallowed my bite before my plate was taken. They took the empty plate next to me that was reserved for Kai who didn’t turn up. I looked up to see my cousin again who frowned and asked me where he was. Well mouthed. ‘Work’ I mouthed back as an excuse and he rolled his eyes to which I laughed.
“Excuse me, Miss, but there’s someone in the entrance hall for you.” The butler my Dad had hired for tonight said and I nodded and walked into the hallway to see Kai all dolled up with a bouquet in his hands. I smiled in relief and joy before I ran to him. He picked me up and spun me around in a princess twirl before setting me down and I I smiled into him as he kissed my forehead.
“Hey princess, how was the dinner? Hope I’m not too late for desert? I stopped by that flower place near the noodle house and got you some Begonias because you said they reminded you of your mom and I thought you could use a reminder of her today. Your first day of work- speaking of work! When I tell you Borg was holding onto me like I was his favourite toy- the guy let me go as soon as I said I had to come see you though. He’s got some real respect for you- none for me though.” Kai ranted and I laughed before kissing him.
“We haven’t had desert yet…” I told him when we broke apart. He pushed me further against him and smirked.
“I know what I want…” He told me going in to kiss me more but I pulled away and grabbed his hand to lead him into the big dining hall. He awkwardly greeted everyone and I took the flowers off him. Begonias. My Mom used to grow them in her garden with my grandmother who also passed. I can’t believe he remembered that. I put them in a vase and joined everyone again.
“-truly remarkable how you and your group are so young and yet all such in great positions!” My uncle rambled on to Kai who smiled awkwardly.
“Yeah, we were all luckily enough to be accepted into his young leadership program.” Kai told him and I smiled then tried not laugh at my younger cousin’s expression. His total embarrassment at his father’s gushing.
“I mean even that Lloyd Garmadon-“ The mood soured and Kai became defensive. “-this world is not kind to him.”
“The Garmadons have wrecked so many lives. They don’t deserve the luxury of a normal life and equal opportunities.” Dad said and Kai’s fist clenched.
“You can’t blame the son for sins of the father. That’s not how it works and Lloyd is actually a really nice guy!” I defended and Kai eased up a bit.
“He’s a total nerd as well. Complete opposite of his Dad. Lloyd would never hurt a fly- I’m pretty sure the guy is still scared of the dark.” Kai added and I smiled.
“Lord Garmadon did many bad things. Imagine what his family went through during his evil days!” My uncle defended as well and my Dad huffed in defeat.
“You okay?” I asked Kai who immediately smiled and nodded.
“Of course, I’m with you.” Then why can’t you tell me the truth?
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I laid in bed with Kai. I was drawing circles on his bare chest. His abs peaked out from the top of the sheet that was lazily draped over his mid section. He was resting on both of his arms with his eyes closed. I smiled and leant further into him.
“God you’re gonna send me to sleep doing that, babe.” He said and I giggled before moving to straddle him.
“Oh really? That’s too bad.” I said and fully put my weight on him when he hissed and immediately raised myself up. “What?! What is it?!” I said and for a moment I feared he’d say I was too heavy but he just shuffled a bit.
“Okay you’re good now-“ He said and I looked to the side that was originally opposite me and noticed the fresh gash that was just staring to scab.
“What the hell?!” I said and scrambled to get off him and the bed to have a closer look but he held me in place. “What the fuck is that?!” I asked and he sat up. Immediately trying to calm me.
“It’s nothing- I’m okay-!”
“You’re okay?! That seems really-“
“It’s okay- just a little incident at work-“
“Little? Thats deep! I’m surprised you didn’t need stitches-“
“Hey-! Hey! Don’t freak out-“
“I am freaking! Why wouldn’t you tell me-?!”
“Because I didn’t want you freaking out like this…” He said as he held my face and I looked at him with big eyes.
“Did you tell Borg?! How many times are you gonna be this badly injured?” I asked and he looked down in shame? In himself?
“It’s just part of the job, sweetheart. Sometimes I get hurt- but I get hurt so others don’t.” Kai explained and I shook my head.
“No…”
“Yes.”
“No-! I mean it’s not right. It’s not…” Then suddenly I remember the red ninja from earlier. How he had a gash in his side and I groaned. “This is so exhausting, Kai.” I said and he nodded.
“I know…”
“You’re always hurt in some way, or tired, or- I don’t know it just seems like this job is too much.” I said and he nodded but also disagreed with me.
“If I didn’t have to do it, I wouldn’t.” Lie. I got off him and headed towards the shower. “Baby! Y/n! What’s up?” He asked and I took my hair out and let it down.
“Talk to me when you’re not going to lie. You love that job.” I said and I heard him sigh before getting up and soon I felt arms around my waist and a head on my neck.
“I’m sorry, okay? I thought I was saying what you wanted to hear. I promise I’ll tell you straight away next time.” He said and I stared at my reflection as he placed a kiss on my neck. Thats what he says every time. I just took a deep breath and agreed because who knows the next time Borg is going to send him on a week away or something or the other.
“Okay…” I said and I felt his body deflate a little.
“I mean it, okay?” He said and I nodded.
“I know you do.”n’t. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Then why do you lie so much?
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Hello! Welcome to Chapter 3.1 of CD&FE.
Pairing: Jake X Female Reader
18+ Only! Heavy adult situations ahead.
Summary: This is an AU that starts with the release of GVF’s first EP, Black Smoke Rising, and follows along life paths over the course of twenty plus years. Part 3.1: Another time jump, nearly two full years. One word summary - time.
Content warnings: Language, smoking, drinking, sexual situations. Oh so much sex in this one. Oral, anal play, masturbation (m), talk of birth control.
Word Count: approx. 7.5K
Once again, a huge thank you to @edgingthedarkness and @takenbythemaddness - they really are the best. *mwah*
CD&FE, Part 3.1, Her POV
“Be safe,” he said, his mouth hovering just over mine but not crossing the microspace that would land those lips to me in the way I so very wanted him to.
“Yeah,” I answered, unable to hide the hitch in my chest. “Don’t do anything stupid, please.”
I heard them calling his name from the doors. Time was up. He dropped his chin and began to retreat. A knot the size of the state seemed to appear in my chest as he took a look over his shoulder to yell back he’d be right there. I watched as his chest expanded. He was struggling the same as I was. I worried bites into my bottom lip as he brought his hand to my face, the pad of his thumb crossing my lip to get me to stop.
“I will see this beautiful face again,” he said, all of his heat radiating out to blast across my frame and envelop me in all of him.
I watched him smile down a hard swallow before he turned away and disappeared into the world beyond…
~20 Months Later~
I had been sitting in meetings all day and my legs ached with every minute. I was no longer a team leader, having been promoted to management and editing designer. I oversaw several teams. I was good at my job. I had built a reputation that was solid and had a talent that was sought out by established clients as well as new faces to our company. Yes - our. I had shares in this place now, and having actual stakes in the game was driving me towards goals I never thought I would ever entertain as possible.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t date. I would be a bold faced liar if I said I didn’t date often. I was by no means sleeping with all of them, but it was like I had an appetite that Jake had left me with that could not be quelled. At first, he sent random assed texts of greetings. Almost like he didn’t know what else to say. But what was worse was the silence that followed. Perhaps I was trying to fill that void. I met a lot of nice people. I had sex with a wide variety of those people. None of them, however, were him. At the end of it all, my skin did not call out to any of them. My words may have thanked them kindly, but my thoughts were always away.
I was listening to pending fiscal needs as my eyes drifted closed. I could still hear his sounds. I could still feel the way he moved within me, sans condom. I could still fucking smell him at times. What a way to live. To have Jake Kiszka haunting your ass at all times of the day and night.
It was a rainy day in April. The wind would whip against the tall windows with a crash, sending everyone in the little conference room a jolt of surprise. I felt a notification vibrate in my phone and I thanked whatever god there was to excuse myself to handle whatever the situation could be on the other end. Secretly, I was hoping it would be bad enough to keep me out of the rest of the meetings of the day. I trailed into my office before I unlocked my phone, sliding behind my desk and bringing my screen to life before actually looking at the text.
Jake.
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I sat back in my chair with a heavy sigh.
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Jake: If I were to fly into the city in a few days, would you be there?
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Really? My eyes roll to the back of my head. This man’s timing was… Goddamnit.
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I returned to my meetings like a big girl and prayed that the rest of the day would go quickly. Finally - we wrapped closer to six pm than I would’ve liked, but I was my kind, professional self, putting away all my shit and double checking my schedule for the next day before grabbing my light trench and bag and waved as I strolled out the door. I met Patty and his professor friends for drinks and a light dinner. It felt good to just fade into the background, letting Patty carry the conversation and just soak up his presence. After my last run in with Jake, he had listened to me lament. He had listened to me attempt to explain what was between me and that man. He just teased me, but let me lean on him despite not truly understanding what the hell was wrong with his dearest friend.
At home, I ran a bath. Something I had not done since Jake had run one for us. The little book of poems was still on the bath tray.
“Claim me your safe harbor, and I will ever be faithful.”
I sucked in a trembling breath as I dropped my robe and stepped into the heavily scented water. I tugged the tray towards me to set my phone down. I had wondered for weeks if that line had been a misstep on his part. If he had not meant to say it, but in the moment, could not help it to pass through his mouth. The corners of my lips turned down. No. Not a misstep. We had shared so much - kept our words honest. My heart constricted just as it had when he said those words. I wanted to repeat them right back. I wanted to whisper and shout them and sing them if I had to, for there was nothing more true than that statement.
“Fuck,” I sigh as I unlocked my phone to look at the message once more.
It was almost eerie - the timing of the text. The timing of his availability was…
I open the text to respond, weighing my words carefully.
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Y/n: I’m leaving for vacation.
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I sent it. I set the phone back down and rested back. There was no way he would get back –
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Jake: With a partner?
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Y/n: No. Alone.
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I bit into my upper lip. I wasn’t meaning to be evasive, but seriously. I got nearly a month off a year, plus more time for holidays. I treasured this time. And yes - most of these vacations, I was fucking alone.
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Jake: Where are you going?
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He was about to discover something new about me and I wasn’t sure if he would like it. Fuck. I blew out my cheeks as I typed into the phone.
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Y/n: North. Cottage near Duluth.
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The three little dots danced as he typed a reply. Those dots stopped. They started again. Then stopped - again.
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Jake: No Patrick?
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Y/n: Alone means alone.
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Jake: Sounds
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I grimaced at the text. It was obviously not finished. I waited. The bathwater was getting cold. I waited another five minutes before I set the phone back safely on the tray and got out with a shiver. Just as I was wrapping my fuzzy robe around me, my phone was blaring out that ring and I let it go for nearly a full cycle before I answered.
“Would it be rude if I said I would like to invite myself on your little getaway?” he said after I uttered my hello.
“Yes,” I responded, grabbing a towel for my hair and drifting out of the bathroom.
I grin at his laugh. I made my way to the living room and took my spot on the couch, feet up on the coffee table.
“Where is this cottage, if I may be so bold,” he pressed, sounding like he was walking.
“North of the city with a pretty view of Island Lake and just a few miles from the big water.”
He hummed. “Why are you going alone?”
“I thought you wanted to join me?”
“Tease.”
It was my turn to laugh, and I did, feeling his smile cross through the phone. “I discovered a few years ago that I like taking my vacations alone. I don’t have to answer to anyone unless I want to.”
There is silence on the other end, but I can hear him still moving at a brisk pace. The idea of having more than a few hours with him was filtering through my brain and I could not find the words that would convey that interest.
“Okay, out with it. What are you doing?” I asked after I pulled the phone away to glare at the huffing on the other end.
“I’m trying to make a flight.”
“Home?”
“You.”
My lips parted as I inhaled sharply.
“I’m leaving London now. I have a layover in Boston then into Minneapolis.”
My gut sank. On one hand, he was taking a chance that I would even be in town when he arrived, but on the other, he just kind of assumed I would be able to even see him - unattached. Ouch.
“How long do you have?” I found myself asking, leaning forward.
I hear him suck his breath through his teeth. “Weeks. We’re on break for the next month.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. Time. The one thing we’ve never had. My core whimpered at the thought of actual time. “How does a cottage on a lake sound? I’ve got it for ten days.”
I heard a soft curse pass across the phone, but there was a smile attached to it. Then there was another curse, this time it was a bit rougher. “My flight gets in at after eleven Friday night. When do you leave?”
“Saturday morning,” I said quietly, knowing right well it would be closer to midday before I’d get my packing done and head out the door.
“I’ll be there.”
I had taken Friday off to make sure I would pack, easing into my nearly fifteen days off. I had Joni Mitchell playing in the background as I checked in with the family. Patrick stopped by with lunch. We were sitting at the kitchen table when my phone chimed with Jake’s notification. He looked at my phone on the other side of the room and back to me as I just focused on my coffee between my fingers.
“Work?” he asked.
“Why would you say that?” I asked back, rocking from side to side on my stool.
“Because you’re always working,” Pat grumbled, before looking up at me. He turned his body towards me, his eyes holding a wicked gleam and a smile that matched. “Who the fuck are you taking with you? I thought you were going alone again.”
“I was going alone,” I replied as I moved to get the phone. “Now, I’ll have some company.”
“Fun company?”
I raised my eyebrow as I looked down at the phone. I couldn’t help the grin that hit, nor the flush that painted itself on my cheeks.
“Only one man that does that to you,” Patrick said with a pair of hand slaps to the counter.
“Yep,” I sighed, rereading the words that he would be at my doorstep before midnight.
My eyes fixed onto the time - shit. That meant less than twelve hours. I had butterflies all over the place and my dear friend could feel each one of them from across the room. His eyes fucking sparkled at me. SPARKLED. Bastard.
“You’ll be careful, right?” he said as he was getting his stuff together. “I mean - still let me know when you’re heading out. It’d be a shame if he killed you out on the water or in the woods or something.”
I rolled my eyes. That was our deal - every vacation alone, anytime I headed out to do anything, I sent him a text on my way out and he’d expect one when I was safe. It got him though knowing I was alone in the great wide world. Got me through, too, knowing I had some kind of safety net.
“I think you just like taking your breaks at this time knowing that I can’t leave during this point in the term,” he grumbled.
“Well, if you worked in the real world like a normal grown up…”
I watched as he left with a hug and a wave, with a last second whorish comment to get under my skin in his playful way. I stood before my wall of albums and picked a Beatles album before heading back to the bedroom to dig out my luggage. There were a few delays with calls from work. I redirected or took care of issues accordingly before getting back to my task at hand. I did call the cottage owners to inform them that there would be a second guest, instead of just me. I knew there would be a tiny extra cost, but honestly… Who the fuck cared if Jake was the second guest.
I debated just how much I wanted to take. It was more like what I wanted to take that was tripping me up. Alone - it would have been easy. But now… Did I want to take anything pretty, lacy, frilly, slutty… I opted for simple instead. Sort of. Of course I had to take something little and sheer and a touch pretty.
I made the round of phone calls to family before tucking into putting the finishing touches on the packing and putting everything by the door to just be ready to go. I combed through the kitchen, eating up the last few leftovers to be rid of them before tucking in with a book and a movie. Jake had texted that he would get an uber over to the house. My eyes kept darting over to check the time, feeling like it was reversing instead of getting closer to the midnight mark. I was just beginning to drift, warmed through by my favorite throw blanket and lulled by the outro music of the movie when there was a knock on the door. I tried to focus on the time that was on the phone, but it felt like my eyes were crossing with exhaustion. How the hell had I missed a few hours when the minutes were just dragging by a few moments before?
The soft knock came again as I rammed my shin into the coffee table. I blurted out a sharp curse as I tried to maintain my feet. I grimaced, knowing that the strike would cause a mark. I fumbled to the door, sure I looked frightening and not the sexy kitten that he was perhaps expecting. Yeah. Not this night, precious.
I opened the door to find a very tired, handsome man with a sleepy smile and a mustache. I reached for him and he pulled me close. What was it about him that caused me to melt and swoon and feel like all the armor that I needed to keep in place to keep me safe disappeared without hesitation or care. His mouth brushed against mine before landing in heat and passion. Every molecule of me was lit on fire as he wove his fingers into the back of my t-shirt to be as close to me as possible. It was as if no time had passed from our last encounter.
I tugged him over the threshold to close the door and he pressed me into the wall with a groan after he set his guitar case to the side. He gave me just enough room to look into his face, really look and take in the weariness of his eyes but the light that he harbored there. Just for me. I couldn’t help but to touch his face, to keep my hands on him like he would disappear if I let him go. He seemed to be feeling it as well as his hands ghosted over my arms, my waist, my cheeks, as he planted tiny, welcoming kisses to my lips.
He finally said a raspy ‘hello’ as he started to slide his backpack from his shoulders. I frown at the fact that all he is carrying is said backpack and guitar case.
“Do you not have anything else to take along?” I asked as he tucked the pack in next to my bags.
“Nope. I may have to stop and get a few things. Most of my stuff is home already,” he said as I took him by the hand into the living room to turn off the tv.
“Hungry?” I asked as he pulled back close to him.
“No,” he whispered against my cheek. “Shower and a bed sounds perfect right now.”
I hummed against his skin as leaned back into me. “Why don’t you go shower and I’ll meet you in bed.”
He grinned as he pointed down the hall as if he right well did not know where he was going. Jake might’ve only been in my home once, but those hours were spent well in my room. I watched as he seemed to drag himself to get his pack and head where he wanted to go. I cleaned up my nest and grabbed a couple glasses of water. By the time I locked up and had lights out, he was standing under the spray in my bathroom. I ducked in to brush my teeth and wash my face. All the while, I was breathing in the smell of his soap, his shampoo. I stripped down to just the t-shirt and undies and turned down the bed.
He was toweling his hair when he appeared in nothing but his boxer briefs. I was snuggled down and drowsy as I took him in. Soft in all the right places. Toned in all the favorite spots. Lord, that man’s thighs flexed as he turned back to finish out his sopping wet hair. I might have drooled a bit at the sight before me. He reached for his water with a ‘thanks’ when he returned. He slid in between the sheets and reached for my frame to draw close.
“Would you be insulted if I said I just want to make out and fall asleep with your tongue in my mouth?” he asked with a smile.
“Sounds dangerous,” I quipped as I pretended to think about it.
I didn’t have to think too hard though, he rolled me back and invaded my space in the most tender way. God, I loved how this man kissed me. I loved his taste and how he touched me when he kissed me. Yeah. Making out and sleep sounded like a good plan.
Waking to Jake is an otherworldly experience. Sure, I had woken to plenty of lovers in my bed across the years. But I had only woken to Jake once. To look at him, lips parted to emit soft snores and his features completely relaxed is a whole different kind of pretty. I couldn’t help but to lean in and kiss his forehead before I got up to head to the bathroom. Relieved and teeth brushed, I was brushing my hair when I saw Jake moving in the room behind me. There was no way he could hide the huge bone in his underwear as he walked behind me. I watched as he hooked his thumbs into the thin fabric and walked out of them without stopping.
“Good morning,” I managed as he grabbed hold of my hips and ground into my bottom. “I see someone got some good rest.”
“I’ve missed seeing this ass,” he whispered into my hair. “Look at how beautiful you are, Y/n. Look at how beautiful you make me feel when you’re like this.”
I watched as he drew his one hand around to the front of my hip, dragging my shirt up over my breasts in one long pass. Shirt was discarded immediately as he wrapped one arm around my middle to nuzzle down into my neck.
“May I fuck you this fine morning?” he asked, sucking and lapping at whatever skin he could reach.
“If you don’t, I’m going to leave you here during my vacation,” I growled as he started to crouch down, tugging my panties down with him.
My hands came to rest on the counter as he bit into my ass cheeks, soothing the marks with gentle kisses, only to bite once more. He parted my legs with one hand and swiped my folds with the other.
“Fuck, you’re already that wet for me?” he asked before sliding his tongue across me for a taste.
“Jake,” I gasped as he lapped a second and third time. “Just in. Get that fucker into me now.”
I was quick to shove everything on the counter to the side as he pulled my hips back. His hand threaded through my hair and pressed me down to open all the way for him. There was no question I was about to be pounded. I heard the tear of a condom wrapper and felt the corner of my mouth curl. He was nothing if not consistent. I turned my eyes to the mirror to watch that man become unhinged as he slid his length into my dripping pussy. The jaw drop, the lips pulled tight across his teeth, the fucking eyes turning into smoldering pools of lust made my core suck his cock deep within me and hold on for pure joy.
My body knew - he was not going to last long this first time. I needed to soak up every second that he could give me. His fingers were digging into my flesh in a near painful grasp as he slammed his dick in as deep as I would allow. He was already twitching and pulsing, his breath hitched with each strike.
“Pet that clit, baby,” he demanded, our gaze meeting as he ground into me.
I struggled to get space enough to reach down, but god, the moment I touched, he swiveled in such a way that made a sound escape my throat that sent instant color to my cheeks. He did it again and again, that same move as I jacked my hard clit off. It didn’t take much before I was afraid my legs were going to give way and I was coming undone around him. He let out a barrage of grunts as his thrusts became erratic.
“Give it to me,” he said, his voice full of strain. “Fucking mark me.”
I looked into those eyes and I was forcibly shoved into a realm that was not my own. My mouth dropped open as my breath carried out every ounce of my pleasure. I could feel my cum dripping down my thighs as he let out a near animalistic hiss. He came hard into me, jolting my body once more into a euphoric state that held me in a grip tighter than anything I had felt before.
He landed sloppy kisses against my spine as we slowly came down from our highs. I felt the moment he fell from my cunt and whimpered over the loss. He breathed out a warm laugh as I struggled to regulate my breathing under him.
“Damn, I almost forgot how good we are at that,” he remarked as he reached for the drawer that held the washcloths.
I found it endearing that he remembered where everything was in the bathroom. We were slow to clean up, holding on to each other with gentle touches and warm kisses. We skated out of the house with to-go cups of coffee and bags in the car. I snapped a picture of us at the car to send to Patrick to let him know we were on our way. His comment, of course, was all about big dicks and wet cunts. What a slut.
We stopped at one of those big box outdoor sports stores so that he could get a few flannels, an actual coat because it was going to be cold on the lake, and hiking boots. He also asked to stop at the bookstore, since he laid eyes on my few books that I was taking for quiet time. He walked out with three titles that made my eyes roll. Pirates, history and snooze seemed to be the topics of the day. We got on the I-35 and took off like a shot. Traffic was already thinned by those looking to get away from the cities, so it was an easy drive to Duluth. We stopped for essentials at the grocery, forming a loose menu for a few days. To see him in such a domestic setting was different. It wasn’t that I didn’t know him, but at the same time, I really did not know anything of him being out in the actual world. It was a strange realization to strike when looking at produce.
There was no hesitancy, however, in actually being with this person I could only describe as a near-stranger. We had fucked. We had fucked hard and passionately. We had shared honest words of feelings. But had we actually been out on a date - a real one where we actually dress to impress the other and pretend to eat a dinner but can’t because of the butterflies in our stomachs? Had we shared space with nothing happening between us?
No.
No, we had not.
And yet. Here we were about to spend ten days with no one else around.
Ah.
There were the butterflies;
As if on cue.
With the shopping done, I brought up the directions once more to follow out to Island Lake. Jake was quiet. I wondered if he was feeling apprehension. Or maybe excitement. God, I hoped he was feeling the excitement that I felt beginning to prickle and simmer in my own bones. Turning off the interstate to the two lane highway was enough to set my skin to jumping with anticipation, but to turn off the highway to an unmarked, barely there road with snow that was still clinging to the ditch-line made me smile. In fact, many of the evergreens were still holding tiny lines of snow frosting and ice. It was a fading winter wonderland and it was beautiful.
The small cottage was on the island portion of Island Lake. We had to navigate across a one lane bridge and through some seriously dense woods, but there it was - all wood sided with cream white trim and a rich green roof. The deck had been cleared of snow, as had the lower deck that was closer to the water’s edge. I couldn’t hide the smile as I parked. It was like my whole face was buzzing with electricity.
“This is…” Jake’s voice was hushed as he shifted in the seat. He was leaning forward, sunglasses pushed to the top of his head, eyes taking everything in. “This is lovely. Perfect.”
“It’s way better than where I was this time last year. That place - I actually left two days in it was so bad. Should we go inside to get the lay of the land first, or should we go ahead and get our bags and drag everything in?” I asked, rubbing my hands together as the heat of the car was already fading.
“Why don’t we get the lay of the land first. Everything should be fine out here,” he said with a smile.
“I’m hoping that it’s as pretty inside as it is on the outside,” I replied as I pushed open my door before bracing for the cold wind that was skating through the air to greet us.
I pulled up the cottage key on my phone that had been sent to me as Jake shivered without his coat, but patiently waited. I quietly apologized for not having it ready ahead of time, but pushed the door open and waved him in first to get out of the cold. To say we both froze at the entrance would be accurate. Inside was better than the outside, wrapped in clean lines of natural wood, the softness of quilts and fuzzy blankets, and it all seemed to be something out of a damn greeting card.
The kitchen was not big, but functional. There was a tiny dining room that flowed into the small living room. Floor to ceiling windows framed the lake view while the walls were wrapped in light washed wood that held pictures and artifacts of the region. There was a fireplace and a small tv that rounded out the comfy living space. The bedroom sent nothing but cozy vibes through me with its king sized bed, a heavy denim quilt over the top that was lined with dusty red flannel and more than enough pillows to sink into. The small bathroom was fine and functional. Guess the bathroom sex at home was to be it for the vacation. Oh well.
We wrestled our bags and groceries in, putting everything away before falling onto the couch together. I felt like my eyes were falling closed before I even fully settled down into the lush, cozy cushions. Jake threaded his fingers through mine. I looked over at him and sure enough, his eyes were shut with his head resting back on the pillows. I felt the smile bubble up from my gut as I reached over and booped his nose before I could stop myself.
“Oh my god, you didn’t just,” he grumbled, grabbing hold of me and swinging me around so that we were horizontal on the cushions. I might’ve squeaked more than a little bit as he tickled my ribs until he wrapped around me to hold me still. “There. Trapped. What’cha gonna do now, little mouse?”
He had me totally immobilized: arms around my torso and arms, legs around my hips and thighs. And it felt good. Too good. I raised up the best that I could and looked down into his playful expression. Jake was one of those men who just had it. He could probably be way less handsome, but still make anyone believe that they were hot shit just due to his charisma, his grit, and most of all his confidence. He was by no means arrogant, but he knew himself, knew what he offered to anyone at any given time. With no way to really move anything, I grinned and captured his lips in between my own. He did not instantly let go until I started to feel myself melt into him, deepening the kiss until we were both struggling to catch our breaths. He hummed against my cheek as I nuzzled into his neck, finally able to bring my hands up to thread into his hair.
“Hello,” he purred before tugging my lip into his mouth once again.
“I’m glad you’re here,” I said simply.
“I’m glad you invited me,” he replied, tucking my hair behind my ear.
I laughed as I had to worm my way down his body in order to get my feet under me. I put an over the top kiss to his exposed tummy before I pushed myself away. I was rewarded with a groan as he tried to swipe for me once more.
“So, confession time,” I said as I fixed up a glass of water.
“That sounds ominous,” he returned as he walked towards the kitchen.
I paused to take a drink, my eyes on him like he was in for it. “I’m not one of those people who have to have something to do every day of vacation. In fact, I need a few days of just nothing.”
His brow furrowed for a long moment, eyes turned down as if he was thinking about what I said. “No four am wake up calls for a ten mile hike before breakfast? No driving like an idiot at high rates of speed to not be late for a scheduled guided tour? No…”
“No. Well. At least not every day.” I watched as he processed the words. “Is that okay? I mean, I don’t even have anything scoped out yet. I was just hoping to ease into things up here.”
I watched as his body physically relaxed. “Sounds perfect. Everything on tour is measured and scheduled and regulated. Even downtime is planned and timed on a fucking calendar.”
I blew out a breath that I was holding. “So, tomorrow it would be all right if we just stayed in? Read a little, cook a little?”
“Fuck a little,” he sighed with a devilish grin. “I like it.”
I dug out my little set of Bluetooth speakers and ran some music on my phone while he started to dig around the kitchen. To watch him cook was sexy. His eyes moved over what was available and his hands just settled into what needed to be done. He told me to sit and start to figure out what we wanted to do on full day two - perhaps something on the water? Wasn’t there a cute little zoo? I accepted a rich glass of wine from him as he bent down to kiss my mouth.
The scene was very domestic. There was no denying it. It was a feeling that I could get used to all too easily with him. I found a few things that might be interesting, more than a few art museums, of course, the big mansion run by the university, tours of all sorts… My eyes skirted back to the man that was working to feed me and I caught him with a grin looking back at me.
“Is this weird?” he asked before taking a sip of his wine.
I shrugged. “I don’t know about weird. It feels like… I don’t know. But it’s not weird.”
“Somehow that leaves me more confused,” he snorted a soft laugh.
Huge, predatory bird sized butterflies attacked my chest as I looked across the rim of my glass at him. Fuck. The moment was calling for us to be actual real humans towards each other. We were good at that. At least in those moments after the high of sex had worn down to a simmer, and honesty was the only path that would bring a smile to either of us.
“In trying not to sound like a professional asshole here,” I started, feeling like I was about to jump out of my skin, “I, um… I think this is where we get to actually know each other, yeah? I mean, we’ve talked childhood stuff. School stuff, too. Family shit and friends. But all of it was just the starting stuff.”
“All right. Then tell me about your job. Let’s start there.”
“My job?”
“Yeah. Makes up a lot of your time. I have no clue what you actually do…”
I couldn’t help the big eye pop but settled in, moving to the end of the counter to be closer to him as I tried to explain what I did. He asked a few questions here and there - especially when I said that I was a full partner in the company. He had not realized that I had gotten a promotion. I explained that I was not just leading teams on projects, but actively seeking and hosting new clients, as well as having final say on the directions of projects. Those projects were no longer just venue based. I was working with much larger clients. Yes. I was doing well. I had worked my ass off for it though.
I slipped in behind him as he was working on the cooktop, sauteeing veggies. I figured why not clean up as he cooks - less to do after. I felt him take a quarter step back, just to move nearer as he was talking about the next direction of a pending album. Although most of the tracks were already written, they were still working on an overall concept before lyrics and then stitching together the whole show to the music. He was being vague, but that was fine. I just honestly enjoyed hearing him talk about his process. He was trying to describe going from these huge sonic movements to something a little bit - simpler, less amplified.
“Accustic, then,” I snarked as I continued doing dishes.
He leaned further back into me, our backs lining up to press against each other. He merely turned his face a fraction and was able to brush his lips against my shoulder. I dared to look into the depths of those eyes and felt an instant wave of swoon that overtook the air in my lungs. He pressed his mouth to mine in a fleeting kiss. It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t ever enough, was it? He leaned in and I savored the taste of wine on his tongue with a deep hum in my chest. Before I could stop myself, I reached up and around him with dripping hands, getting us both wet. My back arched as he deepened the kiss hungrily. He turned to pull me flush against him, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth with a husky growl.
Both hands landed on his ass as he blindly pushed the hot pan off the heat and turned off the burner before walking me out of the kitchen. “I’m not so hungry for food,” he whispered before our kiss crashed back together.
He pawed at my sweater, fingers tugged at the hem while I made quick work at his t-shirt. Skin. Hot, supple skin beneath my fingers set a wave of lust between my thighs that sent shockwaves through my entire system. Yeah. This was what…
Jake pulled at my leggings and I shimmied to give him a bit of assistance. Fuck this man could kiss me like no other - setting loose a raving lunatic whose sole purpose was to be fucked silly. Clothes were gone for both of us and he lifted me to the edge of the table. He paused briefly as if seeing if the table was where he needed me to be. Our eyes met with a naked fervor. He fell to his knees before me, hooking his arms under my thighs to pry them as wide as I would allow.
“I crave…” he whispered as he planted a kiss on the inside of my knee. “No one is like you. I fucking crave you…”
I watched, mouth hanging open as he dug his tongue into my exposed folds like a man starved. For a long moment, I wondered if I had heard him correctly, but then… fucking magic and all thoughts turned to pixie dust as he devoured my cunt. It was not that I had forgotten how he did this to me. How he seemed to turn me into some kind of fluid with the consistency of jelly that he could manipulate to his whim. It was more like how I had to deliberately forget how he did this so I could enjoy much lesser mortals trying to replicate his man’s mouth and fingers.
Just as I began to quiver under his touch, he turned and sunk his teeth into the flesh of my thigh. I might’ve blurted out a curse as he laughed to catch my attention once more. I reached for his face but he retreated just enough to keep out of touch. The corner of his glossy lips curled up as he swiped a finger down through my folds.
“Is it still fuck any hole?” he whispered before placing a soothing kiss to the inflamed skin that he marked only moments before.
I hummed as I bent over him. He tilted his face towards mine enough that I could skate my tongue across his mouth. He let out a pussy scented breath as I landed a kiss to his brow.
“May I fuck any hole for you?” I asked before plunging my tongue deep within his mouth like it was a cock - pressing in and out with a pace that made him groan.
His hands wrapped around my thighs and gave my whole body a bounce as he struggled against my kiss. “I’d never say no to you. Now if I can get back to my meal,” he whispered as I nibbled at his puffy lip.
With a firm hand, he pushed me all the way back to lay flat on the table. I expected him to go right in once more, but instead sat back on his heels, eyes squarely on my pussy. He traced the lines and folds and dips and velvet of my all. I could feel my legs begin to tremble with anticipation once more as he rested his head against my knee. He swirled a finger at my core before dipping it down to my back entrance. I heard a soft hum escape him as he finally began to move, leaving a trail of tiny, wet kisses against my thigh that led right to my clit once more. He was killing me with his talents and he knew it. I came hard but he ignored my recoil, opting to lap across all my intimate parts as I cooled. He brushed his cum glazed fingers across my belly and found purchase as I threaded my own fingers with his to hold tight.
In the stillness, I heard it. I started to sit up, but he held me down. “Jake,” I groaned, tipping my chin up to the ceiling. “Just fuck me already…”
He was sliding his hand over himself as he jacked himself while on his knees. “Don’t wanna lose the view.”
He leaned forward again, tongue out to send me back over the edge. To know he was getting us both off with those hands… fuck. I let his hand go and he immediately returned it to my core, sliding three fingers in to coax a groan that made my whole body flush. I was desperate to see his face, but could only catch glimpses of the curve of his cheek or his hairline as he began to become unhinged against me. He curled his fingers as I heard his pace quicking on himself.
“Give me one more,” he grunted thickly against me.
The vibration was enough to begin my withdrawal into a pause. He sucked my engorged clit in hard, the sound sent waves of lust into my system as if lighting the wick to explode. He was whimpering as he came and I couldn’t withhold my shot, blowing into his face and mouth and hair as my back bowed against the table. I gasped out in whorish fashion and he laughingly joined in as he slowed his work to bring me down gently. He returned to resting his head against the inside of my knee, allowing me to sit up but still holding fast to his hand.
“Why did you do that?” I asked, letting my body fold and meet our foreheads together.
“I didn’t want to stop to get a condom,” he answered, his breath slowly returning to normal.
I let out a huff before I kissed his brow. “Okay, I appreciate that you are conscientious of this, but I’m on the depo shot. If you feel comfortable enough, you don’t have to use one of those things with me.”
His eyes were slow to meet mine. “It’s current?”
“Current?”
He swallowed with a nod. “Are you up to date on the dosage?”
“Like clockwork, Jake,” I answered. “Afraid of getting one of your groupies-”
The heat that flared in his eyes made me stop. “You’re not a fucking groupie, Y/n.”
I let out a soft breath to recollect myself. “Okay, afraid of getting one of your ‘friends’ knocked up?”
“Just not the time for any of that,” he said dryly as he stood up.
I watched him walk into the kitchen to retrieve a towel and wash his hands before returning to me. I grimaced as I came off the table to wash up. He collected our tossed around clothes before yanking on his ink black briefs with a smirk.
“Now, I’m hungry,” he declared as he buttoned up his pants, leaving his shirt folded over the chair beside him. “You need more wine, but stay out of the kitchen.”
“Why can’t I help?” I asked as he was quick to pour our wine.
“Get that pussy by me and it’s so distracting that I may have to do that all over again,” he warned as he set back to work.
“Promise?”
He laughed across the rim of his glass. “Promise.”
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Sooo as someone who works as a secretary, I keep thinking about possible scenarios between an assistant/secretary fem!reader & Miguel O’Hara 🙈 and I’d **love** your take
A lot of it is fluff, like being a non-spidey person that is either a trusted friend of Jess/Hobie/Gwen’s that get them a job at HQ (or long-game ends up being recruited by Miguel himself) and how Miguel would develop a crush
How he’d maybe keep going out of his way to come up with reasons he needs to visit my office, his inner thoughts when stealing glances or while watching me work on whatever he just brought me, the way LYLA would poke fun at him
Ughh I’ve got it bad for this fictional man 😭😭😭
YES OF COURSE <3
miguel hired you on the spot through gwen, your best friend, who confided in you about her being a spider-woman and all that jazz about her being part of the spider society—gwen begged and recommended you to miguel so he just gave in LOL
it was the perfect opportunity since even though you’re a non-spider person at least you’re the only non-spider person who knows the ropes around & about the spider society
at first, miguel was skeptical and reluctant to get close to you but couldn’t help but appreciate your intelligence and work-ethic!! i’m sure miguel’s the type of man to fall for someone due to their ambitions & intelligence, then personality, and looks last!!
it all began when you accidentally spilled coffee on his suit and you offered to wash it and dry clean it for him in which he gave in because you kept apologizing and begging to make it up to him. he was surprised that anyone would do such a thing for him but he allowed it just this once.
he won’t ever forget the sweet aroma you left on his suit and he couldn’t help but sniff it throughout the day—it made his heart flutter and when it did he thought he was GETTING AN ALLERGIC REACTION BUT NAH IT WAS CUS HE FELT SOMETHING 😭
after that miguel couldn’t help by be around you and keep you by his side whenever he needed you to organize things such as meetings & missions!! (he let you help him assign people to missions and he filled you in all the dire details)
you two were getting closer and closer so then a friendship bloomed between you & that’s when he had opened to you about his past, “you’re the only person i feel truly comfortable talking to you about these kinds of things. you make me feel safe.” you were moved by his words and hugged him passionately without second thought!! he was taken aback at first but hugged you back as he wrapped his big arms around your smaller frame. he was feeling pretty content and maybe he has something to look forward to in life now.
he would make up excuses to come by your office and would be like “nothing, just came to check up on you if you’re doing your work, that’s all..” he was so bad at lying because you could see his cheeks turn pinkish and the way he’d crinkle his nose :(
his smiles are reserved just for you and god does he have such a pretty smile while his pearly white fangs shine under the lights of miguel’s office <3 you can’t help but swoon and comment, “your smile is pretty.” he thought you were joking but you weren’t—you were being sincere. miguel would never forget the small moments like those that you both shared.
miguel is actually patient with you and takes his time to explain things to you without making you feel dumb! i think miguel is good at making people feel educated and feel good about themselves…
LYLA POKES FUN OF HIM WHENEVER SHE MONITORS THE WAY HIS HEART BEAT RACES WHENEVER HE’S AROUND YOU HAHAHAHA
LYLA DEFINITELY PUTS HIM ON BLAST AND EXPOSES HIM ☠️
miguel had to leave without saying anything because lyla had embarrassed him in front of you—poor miguel 😭 you felt bad and you couldn’t help but giggle at how miguel would act like a teenage boy head over heels for a girl 🥲
miguel would probably have a full blown conversation in his head about how much he likes you from the way you talk, smile, laugh, your quirks and mannerisms…he honestly feels super lucky. he really can’t believe he met someone like you and he actually thanks gwen for introducing you to him. 🙇🏽♀️
he brings you small gifts or shares his food with you that he cooks for you to try !! he’s always thinking about you whenever he makes food for you :3 or he always invites you after work to go out for drinks just you and him :)
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a/n: need him fr <3
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whats it like being a grownup??
honestly? its been a blast so far!
once i turned 18 the first things i did were change my name legally and get myself on the wait list for gender services. its been 2 years now and every day i am a step closer!
i had a job for a while and made hella money and was able to buy a bunch of cool stuff that i wanted and i still have a bunch of it left over that i am saving to get top surgery
i moved out of my mums house! that has been Unreal in improving my mental health. i had no idea how much living with my parents was getting me down until i was out of there. i am now in full control of my time, my body, and my space.
a strange side effect is that teenagers seem so Young now. when you are 14 you feel so grown up and you think you look and act like an adult but then suddenly you are 20 and looking at all the 14 year olds like My God These Are Children. but like. not in a "you shouldnt have autonomy and i dont respect you" way, more like "why is no one protecting you from The Horrors??? why is no one loving you and supporting you and telling you you're doing great??? why would anyone be mean to these kids!!"
and just because you're an adult doesn't mean you have to grow up lol. i still sleep with plushies in my bed and have fnaf posters up on my walls. just because you have to do your own food shopping and laundry doesnt mean you cant also play in the park with your friends.
you have so much life ahead of you. it doesnt end when you turn 18. yeah some stuff sucks but some stuff Always sucks thats life under capitalism babey! you gotta find the little joys. remind yourself of how far you've come and how much better things are. being a grown up is about freedom. its about autonomy. its about being In Control. and yeah that means you gotta keep your flesh prison alive and clean but it also means you get to spend your time however you want! and thats awesome
and it also means you get to look out for the kids the way you wish grown ups would have looked out for you. :)
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Are we friends or are we more?
a/n: omg hey yall it's been a while lol! i got the title name from a one direction song ugh i miss them,,anyways this piece took me FOREVER cause my life has been a silly little roller coaster🥳i ended up combining two of my besties requests cause i thought it would be so cuTE!! i hope u guys enjoy it and credit to the gif owner! <3
Growing up with Steve has been nothing but an adventure. Steve Harrington has been your best friend the second your dad got a promotion at his new job and moved you and your mom into the new neighborhood. He watched with wide eyes and a big smile as you jumped out of the car and ran to the front door of the house.
“Hi!” he shouted and waved.
You turn around and face the small boy and wave back.
“I'm Steve! I live next door!” he panted out while running over to you.
“I'm y/n! This is my new house!”
“Yeah, old man Walt used to live here,” Steve said while kicking a rock around. “He was mean and always kept my balls if they went over the fence.”
You gasped and turned to your mom who was helping unload the truck.
“Mommy! Can I go to the backyard with Steve and look for his toys?”
“As long as you don't get your dress dirty honey, play nice!”
As cliche as it sounds, the rest was history. Steve and you stayed attached to the hip ever since that very day. Although he was growing, Steve never really changed. He kept his boyish charm and still told his not-so-funny jokes. The only thing that really changed about Steve was his reputation and his looks, and god was he nice to look at. You'd never admit it but a part of you always thought you and Steve would end up together. The both of you would watch countless movies about the boy falling in love with the girl next door, you'd expected something to happen as time went on, but Steve never made a move.
The older you two got, the more blurry the lines of friendship got for you two. Maybe it's because the older both of you got, the more thoughts you'd have about each other. Steve would never act on his thoughts, the furthest he's gone with you is sharing a bed from the many sleepovers you guys had.
“Do you ever think about me?” The time was currently 1:07 and even though everyone was asleep, you still found yourself whispering.
“I think about you all the time.” He's telling the truth.
“Not like that…I mean romantically.”
Your heart was pounding out of your chest right now. You know you shouldn’t have asked him this, Nancy just broke his heart a month ago but you have to know.
“Oh.”
It was a simple response, but it was enough to break your heart just a little bit.
Steve never answered you that night, but he wanted to. Steve has thought of you romantically ever since you set foot into your backyard with him and helped him find the balls old man Walt kept from him. Of course, he wasn't going to say anything about it though cause he'd rather not fuck up the one good thing in his life. You began to distance yourself after that little situation, nothing too bad. You just drive yourself from school and give him a small smile in the halls instead of greeting him.
“What is wrong with me Robin?! Why did I even ask that?” You asked while hiding your head in your locker. Robin lets out a hum and fixes her hair in the mirror you have hanging in there.
“You are the most cliche case I've ever heard of.” She chuckles out.
“Cliche or not I shouldn’t have put him on full blast like that.” You close your locker, ignoring the whine Robin lets out.
“Y/n, you didn't put him on blast. You just asked a simple question! If I was in your shoes and had someone treat me like that I’d want to clear the air too.”
You pouted at her. “Are you just saying that to make me feel better?”
She smiles at you. “And cause Steve is taking Stacy on a date tonight.”
-
Your heart is pounding, matching the rhythm of your hands slamming onto the door. You stop again checking your watch, biting down on your bottom lip. It was currently 9:55 and Steve took Stacy out around seven. Now, you haven't been on a date in a hot second, but they don't usually last this long, right? His car is parked in the driveway which means he's home. You sigh and lift your hand up to knock again but Steve swings the door open. The first thing you notice is him rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, then you see the bruise that's forming on his neck. You see how they fall to his chest and you realize Steve is shirtless.
“Y/n? What are you doing here?” He asked while yawning.
“You're shirtless.” you mutter. You've seen Steve shirtless before, but this is different. The way the moonlight shines on him makes him look ethereal.
Steve chuckles and shakes his head. “Eyes are up here sweetheart.”
Your eyes shoot to his face thinking you'd snap out of your daze but you just get worse. Steve still looks half asleep and his hair is sticking up in awkward places. You restrain yourself from reaching out to fix and clear your throat, you're putting your heart on the line right now and to say you're terrified is an understatement.
“Steve?” a voice breaks out. Your eyes fall to wherever the voice came from and you let out a breathy laugh. Stacy is standing in the middle of the stairs with Steve's shirt over her small frame.
“Stacy’s here.” You say, not taking your eyes off of her.
“Uh, yeah,” he turns to face her. “Go back to bed babe, I'll be there soon.”
She doesn't listen, instead, she leans against the railing glaring at you, almost as if she dares you to finish what you were about to say. Steve rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to you.
“Everything okay?”
No, but you nod your head and take a deep breath.
“I uh, I remembered you had my sweater here. Just wanted it back.”
Steve furrows his brows. “You came all the way here at,” his hand reached for your wrist looking at the watch you wore. “Ten o'clock just to get a sweater?”
You laugh. “Yeah, it was stupid. Very stupid.” you wipe away a tear that managed to escape and Steve stands a little straighter.
“Hey, it's okay I can grab it-”
“No, it's fine. I should…I should go.”
Steve’s shoulders slump and he nods his head. He feels uneasy but he's not sure why.
“Okay. I’ll see you later?”
You nod your head. “Bye Steve.”
-
That was the last time you talked to Steve. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and before you knew it you and Steve were complete strangers. You'd run into him when Mrs. Henderson asked you to watch Dustin, every time Steve saw you it was like he saw a ghost. He’d try and talk to you but you'd either just walk off in the other direction, or you'd give him a quick goodbye only to have another awkward interaction next time he was with Dustin.
“Did you and Steve have a thing?” Dustin asked as you parked your car in the mall parking lot. You reach into the back grabbing the dreaded scoops ahoy hat.
“What? No! Why did he say something?”
Dustin shrugs his shoulders. “He talks about how he misses you…hey did you know he got a new job?”
You step out of the car and make a face. “Where?”
Dustin follows you out of the car and glances at you.
“Uh, nowhere important.”
You pin your nametag to the brightly colored shirt you have and stop in your tracks.
“Where, Dustin?”
Dustin stumbles over his words, hands flailing in every direction possible as everything finally clicks.
“Please tell me it's not at scoops…”
“Okay, it's not at scoops.”
You open the door for Dustin rolling your eyes at his answer.
“You're a shitty liar.”
Dustin shrugs his shoulders and walks into the busy mall with you.
“Are you going to miss me when I go to science camp?”
“If that's what you want to call it, sure.”
Dustin glared at you, causing you to chuckle and shake his head around a bit.
“‘Course I’ll miss you, Dustin. Now, go find your demon friends.”
Dustin thanked you for the ride and ran towards his friends who were waving at him. You quickly make your way to work, smiling at Robin when you see her behind the counter.
“There's my fellow sailor!” she laughed out. You led out a sarcastic laugh and clocked in.
“You'll never believe what I found out.”
She let out a hum and leaned against the counter. “Let me guess, Steve works here now?”
“How does everyone know except me?!”
Robin laughs and holds up his name tag. She tosses it to you, takes a sample spoon, and dips it into the strawberry ice cream.
“He starts training tomorrow.”
You let out a groan and set the name tag aside.
“I'm working tomorrow!”
“I know, lovers will be reunited- hey!”
You snatched the small spoon out of her mouth and tossed it into the trash can.
“We are not lovers!”
“Well not yet but-”
“Not ever, I stopped talking to him for a reason.”
Robin rolled her eyes. “Well, I don’t think he's stopped talking to you.”
You narrowed your eyes at her and smiled when you heard customers walk in.
“You have customers.”
“I hate you.”
You blew her a kiss and let out a laugh when you saw her catch it and throw it into the trash.
“Ahoy sailors, what can I get for you today?”
-
You fight the urge to let out a groan as you rest your head on the counter. Why did you decide to go to a party knowing you had an early shift? You're not sure, all you know is the Advil is wearing off and the customers won't stop talking.
“Hey, are you okay?” Steve asks while glancing at you.
You shook your head and let out a groan. Working with Steve has been…eventful. When you had to train him for work, it was a bit awkward in the beginning but soon Steve’s charm won you over once again. Although there were still a few awkward moments shared between you two, it wasn't as bad as it used to be. “Remind me to never go to a party ever again,” you mumble while walking into the back. Steve furrows his brows and follows you.
“Party? You hate parties.”
“No, I used to hate parties, now I somewhat enjoy them.”
Steve makes a face and it's one you can't read. You know he hasn't been to too many parties ever since he's lost his king Steve title to Billy.
“How much did you drink last night?”
“Enough for me to regret it the next day,” you said with a smile. You took a seat at the small table and massaged your temples.
“What made you drink that much?” Steve asked while taking a seat across from you. You let out a chuckle.
“Since when does anyone need a reason to drink?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “Not like you to drink.”
“You act as if you know me, Steve.”
“I used to.”
A dry chuckle leaves your lips. “Yeah, used to being the keywords.”
Steve leans forward and rests his arms on the table.
“Why’d you stop talking to me?”
Time felt like it froze when you stared into his eyes.
“What?”
Steve opened his mouth ready to ask again when Robin burst through the door.
“I got you some more Advil!”
You smile at her and practically snatch the bottle out of her hand. She stops you from opening the bottle before handing you a bottle of Gatorade.
“You're an absolute angel robin.”
She shakes her head and chuckles at you.
“Did you go to the party too Robin?”
“Yeah, it was pretty fun.”
Steve’s eyes widen. “Why wasn't I invited?!”
“Cool people only,” you said with a wink and stood from your spot.
“Steve you have customers upfront.”
“What? But my lunch is happening-”
Robin shushed him and put a hand up to her ear. “You hear that? Sounds like customers asking for you.”
Steve rolls his eyes muttering how she owes him an extra ten minutes for his break. Robin rushes him out and makes sure the window is closed before turning to you.
“How much do you remember from last night?”
You give her a confused look and think about it. You don't remember as much as you'd like to, but you also didn't black out until the end of the night.
“Uh, last I remembered was playing beer pong with you? Why?”
Robin let out a nervous giggle. “No reason…no reason at all. Do you remember, oh I don't know, kissing someone?”
You shake your head drinking your water.
“You kissed billy.”
You let out a gasp making the water go down the wrong pipe, which made you start to choke and gasp. Water dripped from your chin down to your uniform as robin smacked your back. Steve slides the window open and looks at you in shock.
“Jesus Christ, what happened?!”
“Uh, she just drank too fast. Yes. Yes, that's what happened, right y/n?!”
Your coughs die down a bit and you give Steve a thumbs up. He looks at you for another second before slowly closing the window.
“Billy Hargrove?!” You whisper shouted at her.
“No, Billy Idol. Of course Billy Hargrove!”
You stand still for a moment trying to come up with a plan. It shouldn't be that hard to avoid Billy, you avoided Steve for what? A year almost? You'll be fine with Billy! You don't even see him on a regular basis, what are the chances you'll bump into him again?
“Hey, can I go to lunch now?” Steve asks while coming back into the break room. You pat his shoulder and nod your head.
“Yeah, I'm gonna head out when you come back though.”
You make your way out to the front and stop dead in your tracks when you see a familiar set of red curls in front of you.
“You are one hard girl to track down y/n.” He said with a smirk.
Fuck.
“Billy! W-what are you doing here?”
He leans against the counter, the smirk on his face sitting beautifully.
“It's a hot day for Hawkins, thought I’d come by before work to cool off.”
Work, Billy was a lifeguard at the pool and you feel your cheeks heat when an image of him shirtless flashes across your mind. He's such a shitty person, why did he have to be so hot? You let out a nervous chuckle.
“Well, guess you came to the right place.”
“That I did.” his eyes look at you up and down and he chuckles. “Cute uniform.”
“What do you want billy?” you sigh out.
He points down at the Rocky Road ice cream. You let out a sigh and grab the scooper before you put the ice cream on the cone.
“What are you doing Friday?”
You roll your eyes, handing him the ice cream, and mutter out that you're working.
“Ditch it.”
“I can't just ditch work Billy.”
He licks the ice cream and winks at you.
“Oh c’mon, I'll make it worth your while.”
You let out an awkward chuckle. Although Billy is very good-looking, he's also the scum of the earth. You hate how he treats Max and you hate how he treats girls like they're toys. Not to mention the way Max talks about how he treats Lucas, one of the sweetest kids you know.
“How about this,” he started. “Just, think about it. Friday, I'll come swing by and if you're in your work uniform I’ll leave you alone.”
You nod your head liking where this is going.
“But, if you happen to be in regular clothes, then I'll just so happen to be sitting in that booth waiting for you.”
He backed away from the counter sending you a wink before he turns around and shouts think about it, darling. You're left frozen to your spot as you watch Billy walk off to wherever he was going.
“What the fuck was that?” Robin chuckled from behind the open window.
“I think I just got asked out?”
Steve was shaking his head. “No. Absolutely not.”
You turn around and face him. “What do you mean no?”
“I mean there's no way Billy Hargrove just asked you out.”
You let out a scoff and Robin adds a tally mark under you suck for Steve. His eyes widen and he backtracks.
“Not like that! I mean, you're pretty, of course, he's going to ask you out. I just meant there's no way you're going.”
“Okay, dad. Since when do you tell me what to do?”
Steve is fumbling over his words and Robin is trying not to laugh as she adds another tally.
“Have you ever been on a date?”
“I've been on dates!”
“Name one.”
You open your mouth only to quickly close it as you let out a scoff.
“I'm not doing this-”
“Let me take you out!”
Silence falls over the small shop and you grab your bag from under the counter.
“What are you talking about?”
“You know, like dinner and stuff. Maybe we can watch a movie too.” Steve said with a smile.
“You want to take me on a date?”
Steve’s cheeks heat up and he clears his throat.
“A practice date! You know…for practice.”
You nod your head and point to the exit.
“I'm gonna go now.”
You walk out of the shop, rolling your eyes when Steve says he’ll pick you up tomorrow after his shift. He let out a groan and took the hat off of his head to run his hands through his hair.
“Aaaaand,” Robin drags out. “Another one bites the dust!” she says while adding another tally mark.
-
A content sigh leaves your lips as you sit on the couch flipping through the channels. You knew you weren't going to pay attention to whatever show you landed on, but background noise was nice for a nap. A smile makes its way onto your face as you begin to relax and sink into the sofa, then you hear three knocks on your door. You shrug your shoulders thinking it's those door-to-door salesmen but then you hear his voice calling out for you.
“Y/n? I know you're home, I can see your car.”
Confused, you stand up and make your way to the door.
“Steve?”
“Jesus, is this how you dress for a date?”
Your eyes fall to the flowers he's holding and you feel your cheeks begin to heat.
“I didn't know you were serious.”
“‘Course I was serious.”
You look down at your comfy clothes and clear your throat.
“Do you want to come in?”
Steve smiles at you and nods his head. You step to the side, opening the door a bit wider to let him in. He steps inside and looks around the house, a smile appearing when he sees a picture of you two on Halloween.
“Your mom still has this picture?”
“Yeah, she misses you.”
He gives you a sad smile. “Yeah, I miss her too.”
He looks down at the flowers letting out a soft oh. “These are for you.”
You smile and grab the flowers, ignoring Steve's lingering and brushing against yours.
“Thank you, they're beautiful,” you say while smelling the pretty red roses.
“Hey, can you put them in a vase for me? I need to change.”
Steve nods his head and walks into the kitchen.
“Vases in the same cabinet?”
You shout out yes as you make your way into your room. You close the door gently and stand in the middle of your room, your heart beating rapidly. What the fuck were you supposed to wear? You had no idea if Steve had something casual planned or if he was seriously taking you somewhere nice. You search through your closet and drawers trying to find something nice but also casual. You close your eyes trying to think back to what Steve was wearing. Despite it being warm out, he had on a yellow sweater paired with his favorite jeans.
“Casual,” you whispered to yourself. “Okay, I can do casual.”
Minutes go by and Steve is thankful that he remembers the way to your bedroom. He gives it a small knock and opens the door when he hears you telling him to come in.
“Hey I don't mean to rush but we might miss- woah.”
Steve’s mouth is slightly open as he looks at you. He doesn't know why he's so blown away, he's seen you wear this outfit so many times. It's literally just shorts paired with a red blouse that's tucked into your shorts.
“What? Do I need to change or something?” you ask while tying your shoes.
“No! I mean, no. You look fine.”
“Awe, thanks Stevie you're too kind.”
Steve is too distracted by the all-too-familiar nickname you called him by to even notice you walking out of your room. He follows close behind you, stopping you when he sees you grabbing your purse.
“You didn't need that.”
“Are you sure? That means you'll have to carry my house key.”
He shakes his head and jingles his keys.
“I still have the house key your mom gave me. We're all set for today.”
You shrug your shoulders and walk out the door, making sure Steve locks it. He walks you to his car, opening the passenger door for you. Once you're both in the car he starts it up and lowers the radio a bit.
“So where are you taking me?”
“I'm so glad you asked that.” He pulls out a blindfold and smiles at you. “It's a surprise.”
“Steve, no! I hate surprises!”
She shrugs his shoulders and hands you the blindfold waving his hand in front of your face to make sure you don't see anything.
“You better not kill me, Harrington.” you mutter under your breath.
“Darn, you just ruined date night.”
-
The car ride was surprisingly fun even though you couldn't see anything. Steve had a mixtape of all your favorite songs and you both shouted the lyrics as if your lives depended on it. When you felt the car park you clapped your hands.
“Are we here?”
“Yup, this is the part where I kill you.”
You let out a sarcastic laugh and roll your eyes from under the blindfold.
“Stay here, I'll get the door for you.” Steve closes his door and jogs over to your side, grabbing your hand and helping you out of the car.
“Okay, there's a small hole there. Watch your step, okay now take a big one- not that big babe.”
“Can I take my blindfold off now?”
“Wait,” Steve said. You hear some shuffling around and then a sigh.
“Okay, now.”
You quickly take off the blindfold and let out a gasp. Your hands quickly cover your mouth as you recognize the familiar area you're in.
“How did you-”
“Oh c’mon, did you really think I’d forget our hideout area?”
You did. Steve would come tap on your window when his parents arguing would keep him up. One day, you both decided to take a walk, you weren't sure where you two were going but when you both came across the empty field things suddenly felt right. Steve didn't care that his parents argued almost every day, and you didn't care about the stresses of life. You remember nudging Steve with your elbow, muttering how he was it, and running away from him.
You look down and see a picnic blanket laid out for you as well as a basket.
“You did not.”
“Oh, but I did. See, this is a date!”
Steve sat on the blanket, tugging your hand down so that you could join him.
“I packed our favorites! Hopefully, you still like my mom’s strawberry lemonade.” he said while pulling out a small container.
And just like that, it felt like everything was back to normal. Steve finally felt accomplished as everything was falling back into place.
“So, I hate to ruin the mood,” he said while dusting his hands off. “But you never answered my question.”
You tilted your head to the side, confusion written on your face. “What question?”
“Why'd you stop talking to me after that night?”
Your posture stiffens and you play with your shoelaces not daring to look at him. You shrug your shoulders at his question.
“You're a shit liar.” he chuckled out while shaking his head.
“It's not even important Steve-”
“No, it is important. You're like…my everything. It was hard being without you.”
“You seemed fine to me.”
Steve is surprised at how fast his happiness has been replaced with frustration.
“None of that was real! I wasn't happy, okay? I got dumped by my girlfriend, and my friends were assholes who probably just used me and my house for parties. I needed you and you just,” he takes a deep breath trying to fight the stinging behind his eyes. “You left me. Like I meant nothing.”
Silence fell over the two of you.
“Please say something,” Steve whispered.
You sigh and look up at him. “This was a fun date. Thank you, almost made me think it was real.”
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The car ride was a tense and silent one, not even the mixtape he made could lighten the mood. Steve parks the car in front of your house and you both sit there for a moment.
“Are we ever going to go back to normal?” he asks you quietly.
“Nothing about us was normal Steve. We were best friends who…held hands, cuddled in the same bed, and had late-night talks.”
“All friends do that.”
You chuckle and turn to look at him. “You cuddle Robin?”
“What? No-”
“Exactly.” You place your hand on his and lean over to kiss his cheek. “Thank you for tonight Steve.”
You exit the car stopping in front of your front door when you slowly make your way back to the car.
“I left my keys.”
A chuckle leaves his lips as he turns off the car and steps out to walk you to your door.
“Good night Steve-”
“I love you.”
“Steve-”
“No. It's my turn to talk. Well, I've been talking all night but that's not the point.” he takes a deep breath and wipes the palms of his hands on his jeans.
“I love you, a-and I know you probably don't believe me right now. Especially cause we haven't talked in a while but y/n, I love you.”
“Steve, I-”
“I know you won't feel the same way, I get that but I can wait. I don't care how long-”
You take a step forward, placing both hands on his face.
“You talk way too much, Steve Harrington.”
“I mean it.”
“I know.”
You never realized how close Steve was. His forehead was resting against yours and his eyes were closed as if he was trying to savor this moment.
“Do you know what I was going to tell you that night? The night you had Stacy over?”
He shakes his head no.
“I've been in love with you ever since I helped you find your stupid toys in my backyard.”
His eyes open slowly and a smile graces his beautiful features.
“Really?”
You nod your head and start to lean in.
“Really.”
“Steve! There you are, did you forget I was going to help you study?” Nancy said while stomping over to him. You slowly begin to pull away from Steve thinking that he was going to go back to Nancy before he spoke up.
“I told you I don't need help in English anymore!”
“How’s your history grade?”
“....bad.”
Nancy smiles at you and waves.
“NANCY STOP! THEY WERE GOING TO KISS!” Mike shouted from Nancy’s car.
An awkward chuckle left you as you waved at him.
“Hi, Mike!”
“Hi y/n!”
You turn your attention back to Steve and Nancy. His head is hung low while she scolds him about how he needs to take school more seriously. Once she's done with that she gives you a small wave while telling Mike to jump back into the backseat.
“So,” Steve said with a smile. “Where were we?”
You giggle and let out a gasp. “I need to tell Billy I can't go on that date with him after all.”
Steve scrunches his nose and brings you into his arms while peppering kisses along your neck.
“Don't worry. I'll make sure he gets the memo.”
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pennhurst - the start of going down (P. I)
hey guys, it's been a while since we last had some (or nay) interactions but life have been getting crazier by the second. i apologize since i left the blog untethered and filling with spiders and moths, but i'm (partially) back and hope you like this little romance, thrilling horror or something i've been working on on my free time. if not, dm me and i'll hear ya! xo maria
prompt: y/n is an immigrant from south america, she owns a bodyshop and there's where she meets sam and colby. as the friendship between them blossoms, other things arise as well, perhaps some of them should've remain buried. ghosts from the past, a difficult romance and a carrousel of ups and downs between them form a storm - but the living aren't the problem alone amidst this tempestuous story.
WARNINGS: none, i guess. but strong language, NOT for minors, and i am a mess so god knows - and popular demand tells - when will i post the following chapter.
we promised we'd be back in full blast but not to exaggerate much and get ourselves - especially colby - hurt. since chemo ended, he's been more active and i, as friend who's been there through good and bad, think he deserves a time doing what he loves, performing his job oh so gracefully.
usually, i'm off-screen and i'm glad about it - helping the boys carring their stuff around and exploring places with friends on my days-off. this time around the only differencial would be colby's health on watch; sam was being careful and watching over him more than any of us would, despite that being expected. although something was off, i could feel it. the way colby would glare at people sometimes, with tears in his eyes. he'd be saying the most deep and thoughtful shit, but usually was hitting harder.
"say what you feel to the ones you love, y/n" he'd say and i'd anwer "i love you, colby. it's never enough how much...". we met when they moved to Vegas at a bodyshop i own. they trusted their cars with me and we ended up bonding and becoming friends, colby was more standoffish at first but he came around once he learned that i was to be trusted - at least a bit.
the cancer news hit us all like a brick to the head, a cold rush of familiarity through my veins. it was all so new yet so similar. gladly, the treatment and the operation were enough, and he was never alone. not a single second. sam was alway there for him and so was i, whenever they chimed me in.
anyways, on the welcome-back trip, sam thought a trip would do him good whereas i thought an exploration would serve better. combining both, for colby, was the greatest so that's what we did.
sam chose the location through some people he met along the way of the chanel, i was so excited to finally know the spot i barely focused on colby and what was he saying.
"....then we could try to explore the place ourselves. what you think, y/n?" he said while scrolling through his phone. it wasn't sam and colby's first visit there, but it was mine and they wanted me to have a good time and full immersive experience. "huh?" i questioned "this whole thing is about YOU, colbert. you should be the one 'thinking' of something."
"yeah, yeah. i just want to make sure we all have fun, you know?" his pale blue eyes stared at me for a second and, as usual, i stared back. i couldn't get enough. "y/n?" he called.
"sure, colby. i'll do whatever you want me to..." i stated focusing on the pile of e-mails stacking in my inbox.
"isn't it time for you to take a vacation? some time off?" colby asked seeing how busy and overwhelmed i was. i sighned, he moved from one couch to another to sit closer. "c'mon you could stay some time with us, ditch the company for a few days..."
i cut him off before he could finish his line of thought "colby, you know i can't. the company is expanding.... i need to focus" i rolled my eyes and rested my head upon his shoulder. we watched as sam entered the room, sweaty shirt signaling he just came back from the gym "hello, lovebirds," he said jokinlgy "what are we discussing?"
"how y/n should get a few weeks of vacation" colby gently backed up, laying my head on the couch as he stood up to greet sam and the grocery bags i just now realize he had been holding for a while. "you're obviously in need of some of it, y/n. why don't we make this trip a bit longer so you can take AT LEAST a few days more to reset?" sam suggested.
"but i...." "you can't run no company if you're worn out, dude" sam cut me. "besides, it is YOURS. you're the boss! c'mon, we'd love to have you for a couple days more, right colby?"
"yeah, besides you still owe me a movie night!" colby stated. it's been months since i've been promising the movie night with thrilling and horror movies, just colby and i, to talk about how he has been feeling lately and other stuff. it's always a pleasure be around such a good friend. [wish we were a bit more than that].
"you know what, you two!" i started with and angry tone, eyes still closed, still laying on their couch. "you're right...." i cooled down. "i need to get some rest. i'll take 3 weeks off and nothing more but please, you both are in charge of me"
"couting now?" colby joked.
"no, robert, couting monday..."
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Friday afternoon after my last meeting, i was still rushing around, making sure every inch of the bodyshop was clean, organized, ready for monday morning's routine of receiving and fixing cars and guaranteeing excellence to costumers. my CEO (and godfather, altogether) made sure they'd be fine without me for a couple weeks and he'd only call in emergencies. i was hoping for little to none, but leaving for the first time in years was still frightening.
i saw the old toyota corolla make a corner, if there were a better picture than that, colby's glass were not really dark-stained so i could see through it. he was wearing, shockingly, a dark green shirt, black and green jacket and i could swear i saw someone on the backseat for a split second. knowing him, i'd be either surprised or scared the second i set foot in the car.
gathering my stuff from my office quickly, i found my old devotion notebook. i remembered that work has been draining me so much i forgot i am too a sensitive religious person - but not the convetional one.
the door was pushed and the fragrance that followed screamed his name, i didn't even had to turn around to recornize him but his words affirmed what i thought. "are we going?" colby questioned. "mhmm" i replied. "let me just check my e-mails one last time...."
"oh fuck no!" colby shouted, running around the table and taking the laptop from me. he then locked it inside a drawer and kept the keys. "i'll give it back to you in a week or two, when we're far away from this office." he said firmly.
after a moment of silence, he said "you deserve this...." "hey! we're traveling! it'll be fun! plus, your family can handle everything else."
"and we'll call if we can't." my godfather/uncle Victor entered the room, his arms crossing in front of him once he stopped beside colby. them both being tall made a shadow fawn over me, intimidating a little. "we will miss you, but you haven't stop since forever. get some rest, kiddo" my uncle Victor said. "and you make sure she stays alright! i'll need her back!" he warned colby.
"sure thing, sir! i'll bring her back in one piece in maybe 3 weeks." colby said gathering my stuff and pulling me to the car. "maybe? it's a definitely, gentleman." Victor said. we both giggled making our way to his car.
"every time i come around to pick you up, i feel like we're 16" colby joked as i looked around in the car. [who the fuck was inside]. he arched an eyebrown confused to as why was i snooping around. "yo, you good?" he asked. i shaked my head 'yes' but there was some sinking feeling something was off.
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the flight was scheduled to sunday morning, this way we'd be in pennsylvania by noon or so. it was still saturday morning when the first nightmare hit, it was still dark outside and the guest room in sam and colby's place felt degrees colder than usual. i guess it was so intense i screamed and sam woke me up, worried. colby followed him suit behind with flustered cheeks and heavy eyes.
"what's wrong?" sam asked, sitting in the bed beside me. his weight made the covers safer, calmer. my thoughts coming down from a high as soon as he pressed his warm hand on my forehead to see if i had a fever. "you're not hot or anything...." sam said and colby giggled.
"yeah she's definitely hot, jus not your type, bro." colby corrected and sam's cheeks brigthen up red, you could barely see through the soft and dim yellow light from the tiny lamp that stood beside the bed. "you know i don't mean that...." sam started. "you're... you're pretty hot you know. i'd rather say beautiful but..."
"romeo, i guess she just had a bad dream, right?" colby leaned on the doorframe. his white ripped tee a little too ripped and sam's soft grip on my face slowly became a light caress. "i guess i'll leave juliet to go back to sleep then." sam said giving me a concerned look. "okay?" i nodded.
"i'm sorry" i muttered, my voice coming back to me. "didn't mean to wake you up, guys" sam rolled his eyes and lightly pinched my cheeks. "stop being a dumbass..." he said getting up and making his way out. "i'll be in my room. if you need anything, CALL! don't scream. you scared the shit out of me" sam said as he made his way to his bedroom.
it was colby's turn to say something. do something. but instead, he just stood there, leaning against the door while i sat on the bed, still processing what was the nightmare about. only flashes flooding my memories, little by little. drowning my thoughts. "can i come in?" he finally asked after what felt like forever in silence. "mhmmm" i hummed.
different from sam, colby was more straight forward with whatever he wanted. this being said, it wasn't hard to agree that he, in fact, went under covers and laid beside me. "robert, what are you doing? are you insane?" i coiled beside him. my dressing wasn't very modest to welcome him in bed with me as i was using a big tee and panties. "as if i never laid next to another woman. get off yourself" he complained.
i sneakily grabbed my pajama shorts from my side of the bed and put them in under the blankets, by this time, colby had rolled over. his face turn to me but his eyes closed - perhaps privacy or just him trying to fall back asleep. i facepalmed breathing loudly trying to erase the feeling of uneasyness from my body after the terrible dream, but colby's hand on my tight and his firm grip startled me a bit. "c'mon, lay down. it's 2:30 in the morning... i'll stay here with you" he muffled in the pillows. "c'mooooooon" colby whined.
"i just...it was so vivid, you know.... these buildings, the feeling i got...." i started but my as soon as i did, my heart went racing. colby sat, his eyes barely opening, one arm around me and the other caressing my leg. "are you okay?" he asked, his hand moving upwards trying to soothe me. "sometimes reals can feel so real, right? but don't stress over it too much, i'll stay here." he said calmly. "maybe we can call sam and...."
"ugh you're such a whore, brock" i laughed as i laid in bed, him doing the same. "thanks, by the way..." he raised an eyebrown, eyes fast closed. "for the what?"
"for staying."
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the day went smoothly and sunday noon was approaching. pennsylvania sounded near althought a 6 hour flight separated the two states and increased in a rapid speed our hunger. i slept through most of it since the nightmares became a thing over the weekend - minus the screaming, thankfully - and sam became my personal caressing pillow. his soft words, as soft as his hands, lulled me to sleep seconds into the flight. colby was an aisle down to us and never stopped chatting with the pretty petite blonde girl sat next to him, when i finally woke, they seemed more acquainted then when the flight was getting ready to take off.
"they kissed" sam filled me in, first thing when i woke. "wow, really?" "mhmm, colby's like that now" he said turning a page from a book he was reading. "yeah i guess he always had been, but it's more of a show off about it now" i replied adjusting my messy cruly hair. "i'm glad i'll always have you, never normal sam" joking, i said. he just elbowed me lightly, giving the most warm upside down smile.
"how are you?" i asked noticing he'd been refusing to look at the notifications on his phone. he just glared. "i mean, this number must belong to SOMEONE. won't you answer?" sam sighed. "it's kat. we.... i...." his words started to crample together but luckily the pilot interrupted him with the announcement of landing. both of us releasing the air inside our lungs we weren't aware we'd been holding. "hey... i know it must be hard. i'm always here to hear you.... and maybe crack joke about it though." i reaffirmed.
sam held my hand and gave it a caring kiss, leaving it as a thank you note with everything he wanted to say but couldn't right now.
the plane landed, we got our bags. sam and colby rented a car and decided this could make a video: traveling with friends, living the now, doing what they like and going old fashion - no hardwire equipments, no electronics by the dozens, no mediatic pressure and no place for nothing but good times.
it came late, but it didn't fail. colby surprised sam and i at the restaurant. we were peacefully eating like dinosaurs when a pair of hands gripped sam's shoulder tight - not enough to hurt him, but enough to have him startled. sam and colby's friend, nate, stood behind sam and i while we ate.
nate is a cool guy, very chill and funny. he's always down to whatever the boys propose him to, thus incouraging me to do the same. although we have a good time together, sometimes and only sometimes, i have a glipmse of myself and feel a little unconscious. the many women approaching them - being for fame, recognition, looks or whatever - are gorgeous, the kind of girl you'd see on tampon commercials or maybe a lame movie with only hot chicks using ridiculous clothes to perform complex tasks. i'm just normal and - for a while - it's good being average, but oh boy, how i wish i was....
"hey, gorgeous!" nate complimented me as he plopped on the empty chair beside me. "how have you been, girl?" he sassed. i rolled my eyes, smile growing wider. "i've been good, nataniel." i teased back.
"what's with you and names?" colby asked downing a bit of his drinks. he had a halfway fresh oranje juice glass that i insisted he'd take instead of whatever processed shit he'd prefer. "you see, COLBERT," i emphasized before continuing, earning everyone's smile "it's funnier that way. plus, i get to tease you all about fictional names that suit you fine" i gulped my juice myself.
"well, we should think about a nickname for you to call it your own, then" nate threw his arms around my chair and said, leaning over a bit. "maybe we should call you...." as soon as nate was forming a thought, sam's phone rang.
it was the person responsible for our tour and stay, so we went quieter so sam could figure whatever out. we couldn't help ourselves to kick one another under the table and whisper sweet nothings to each other while making dramatically silly faces - or copy whatever sam was saying in a husk tone, just to ease up the mood.
"yeah, sure. i guess it'll be a great idea!" sam said. "i guess we can share some rooms, there's no problem with it...." finally, we fell dead silent to hear what he was saying and when sam noticed, he put them on speaker.
"i'm sure you can all share, but wouldn't it be fun if you got separate rooms?!" the person on the other end asked with a malice in their voice. you could tell it was a sllightly older man and if it wasn't from previous experience, you barely couldn't differ the amount of cigarretes he'd smoken before. "i mean, it's a haunt tour but we have buildings able to accomodate you 3 perfectly nice, and the area is still new to renovations so you guys could do some recording if you'd like"
"actually, josh, we are in a group of 4 now. a friend decided to join us, is that an issue?" sam asked. "not at all, sam! we love to have you and any friend of yours as guests! is colby coming?" the man asked "surely he is!" colby answered affirming he was part of the group listening. "well, then it'll be awesome having you guys!" "it'll be awesome staying with you, josh! see you in a bit" sam hushed and ended the call.
"well, i hope you're in for a ride," sam said. "we have the place to ourselves and...." "yeah, but where is the place? WHAT is the place?" nate asked, finally tackling our doubts. "we're going to pennhurst asylum."
author's notes: thoughts? call the roaches and complain. (kidding, leave it here under NOTES or message me)
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dust: a christmas special (ot7)
author’s note: to end the holiday season here is a little special with your favourite boys! have a peaceful day, take care.
synopsis: the christmas chaos vanished, time to clean up your mess, but it is not easy with those seven.
word count: 1.0k | genre: fluff, humour/crack | pairings: enhypen x gn! reader (platonic!) | warnings: mentions of being deaf, yelling, playfighting
“i think we should start cleaning up guys, the situation is not sustainable anymore.” it was the last day of christmas, the holy spirit and the holiday atmosphere slowly fading as time went on, you and the boys getting full and sick of stuffing yourselves with delicious special meals which you partly helped cook as well as got delivered to make sure you had enough of everything. wrappers of chocolate and presents were all over the kitchen counter, not leaving any space for you to make your morning drink; moreover the house looked like a mess, the two floors were terribly packed with all sorts of stuff you had to get in order to complete the decoration or to ensure that everyone was having the time of their lives (which included a karaoke machine, darts, and a table tennis court just to mention some activities you did), them being a bit damaged due to the excitement of the day before, the boys handling them roughly. “what did you say? sorry i’m literally deaf, yesterday’s karaoke destroyed my eardrums…even though i wanted to just sleep peacefully…” jake complained while moving into the kitchen, eyes barely open since he didn’t get enough sleep. “oh shit-“ “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT OH MY GOD!”jake whined when you accidentally knocked the pot next to you over, its fall chattering on the marble floor, making your friend jump in surprise. “whoops, sorry. can you get the others? we need to clean this mess up.” you said gently, trying not to startle the poor boy even more.
ten minutes later all of the seven men were on their feet, sleepy gazes pinned upon your figure while waiting for an answer as of why you needed them so badly since jakey had no energy to even finish his sentence. “this is disgusting guys. i don’t even know where this suspicious substance came from, but i think it is better for all of us if we try to get rid of it.” you said with a face of shock, holding a roll of wipes and pointing at the countertop which had what you suspected was some kind of juice, sticking to everything of course. “hee please take the ornaments down from the rooms with riki, they are like broken in half or ripped into pieces anyways, so you can just throw them in the trash can.” you ordered, ushering the oldest and youngest boys of the group out of the mentioned room, and grabbing jay by his hand. “you are gonna help me clean the kitchen since we are probably the only ones who actually know how to do it.” he smiled at your words; you often came around to their dorm to spend time with them, meanwhile getting into a habit of cooking with jay, and this holiday was no exception; you had a blast with these silly boys whom you loved dearly, but the fun was over and everyone had to get back into their normal lives soon, not to mention new year’s eve rolling around soon enough. “sunoo, sunghoon please collect the wrappers.” you pleaded, the duo already hurrying to get the bags. “and lastly jakey and wonnie, can you go out to buy some new garbage bags and cleaning stuff? we are gonna run out i think.” you wondered, looking around the cabinets to find out what was necessary.
after hours of mopping and like ten bags of trash later you finally managed to get the building squeaky clean. “good job guys! i miss the christmas spirit, but i think this little session did wonders to the house! isn’t it nice to have a clean surface to sit down on?” you grinned at them, however they weren’t that happy. “yeah yeah great…” jay said while scratching the back of his head. “i wasted half a day for this…when i could’ve went out to get that ichiran ramen i got from heeseung!” riki added right after, surely not being satisfied with how his holiday came to an end. “i will treat you to a big meal on new year’s eve okay? yall are so dramatic!” you said with a blank expression. “you guys did nothing but eat and play for DAYS…a bit of hygiene doesn’t hurt you know.” sunoo sided with you, happily skipping around the house in the sunshine that was coming in through the big windows. “hah! that’s it for you all, sunny is on my side! i knew you would never let me down!” you ran to him, hugging him tightly to which he responded with a bubbly laugh. “are we gonna argue about this any further or are we gonna finally try to solve that 20000 piece lego set you bought for us?” jungwon asked with a cocked brow, you not even having time to process what happened when sunghoon started screaming. “YEAH FINALLY, THE LEGO!” he quickly grabbed it and poured it out onto the ground, sitting down next to the pieces. “now that i think of it it was a good decision to put away the stuff which has been laying here. now we have all the space for the fun!” heeseung commented, already lowering himself next to hoon. you watched the seven idiots fondly, looking at how their eyes sparkled. “okay big boys, let’s start then!”
bonus:
“YAHHH RIKI DID YOU LOSE THE LAST PIECE?” “I TOLD YOU I HAVEN’T SEEN IT, ARE YOU STUPID?” “HEY! that is not how you talk to the older members!” “it was sunoo’s fault anyways, he was dancing around i bet he kicked it off somewhere…” “I WILL MAKE SURE YOU WILL BE THE ONE KICKED OFF YOU LIAR!” “here we go again…”
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Winter 2024- What I Finished
So as this anime season is coming to an end. Here are the shows I actually kept up with and overall enjoyed immensely.
There will be spoilers so be warned lol
The Unwanted Undead Adventurer
I have enjoyed this series, the way Rentt is so determined to become a mithril-class adventurer even as an undead. The 3D models for the fight scenes move pretty well with the background matching them, especially in episode 9. This series is a slow-burn, even with the story progression, but I appreciate it because we see so much character growth for Rentt and how he interacts with the people and his friends. The music is fairly average for the series, but it does have some good moments especially when Rentt is in thought or making a choice. I loved coming full circle and him regaining his "human" features even though he still is very much a vampire now. Shun Narita, the composer for the series had some standout moments (fight scenes and contemplativeness) of music throughout the season so hats off to him.
The Wrong Way to Use Healing Magic
I fell in love with the humor of this series from the get-go and not a single episode is a disappointment. It is so full of life and this past week for episode 11, the line " Now that's the wrong way to use healing magic" was used in a perfect moment. The lead up of Usato's characters growth and seeing all his hard work and "torture" from Commander Rose's training *actually* matter was brilliant. Element Garden has done a great job with the music that just gets your blood pumping. Probably will make a separate post for this series once it's over.
A Sign of Affection
The shoujo everyone is talking about, FOR GOOD REASON. To see the romance between the leads develop was so satisfying and wholesome. The development of the side characters so far is handled well, and at times the flashbacks scenes take over an episode but they are necessary. The art style and the use of lighting are done so well. It was a very cute show and always will love seeing an adult romance.
Solo Leveling
What can I say that hasn't been said already? I started reading the manwha in 2019 and have reread many times since. Hiroyuki Sawano was a great choice and the soundtrack WILL be on loop once it's released fully. Smart pacing choices to have it end with him gaining a job, this week will be a blast of an episode. Wish it had been slotted for 24 episodes... The last two episodes KILLED it, the animation, the music?! I was on cloud nine.
Mr. Villains Day Off
A perfect wholesome background anime, that is just about a Villian who loves pandas on his days off. The episodes where they focus on the Rangers aren't super interesting and makes you question the ethics of the world? It's a very cute show and sometimes, it's just a need in life. Ending was split between resolving the previous episode and the lead up to the Rangers and the Villian's battle.
Villainess Level 99: I May Be the Hidden Boss but I'm Not the Demon Lord
The Isekai'd into an Otome game genre is SO saturated but somehow I ended up loving this show. Yumielle is so autistic coded and straightforward, no one quite knows how to react to her. Patrick is head over heels for her, not that she ever notices, and they're dynamic is adorable. I have laughed watching this show and the only reincarnation anime that didn't bog me down with guessable plot.
Hokkaido Gals Are Super Adorable!
I fell so hard for this anime that I binge read the manga...who's art is definitely butchered in the adaption, it's so wholesome but the way episode 11 ends off MY GOD the miscommunication hurts me, and people will definitely riot watching the finale...and then picking up the manga to suffer for 40 chapters...BUT it's worth it. Tsubasa and Fuyuki all the way, they're chemistry is the best in the show as they each influence each other to open up, to be serious about the future and to help themselves grow as people. So sad to see this show go but maybe we'll get another season?
Cherry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard?!
This anime has me kicking my feet in joy and makes me miss my long-distance partner so fucking much. When Kurosawa and Adachi kissed? I was whooping in happiness. Adachi has a lot of room to grow with his communication with Kurosawa but pretty sure the final manga cover is a wedding outfit? My poor notes app I use to write my thoughts/observations as I watch seasonal anime is " SO GAY. KISS PLEASE." for several episodes between them. I loved that the end credits was the wedding but I can't wait to read the manga to compare it!
Gushing Over Magical Girls
I'm not one to watch ecchi shows but this, THIS is just such a delight to watch. Utena is such a loveable protagonist, a magical girl loving person who gets turned into a villain and has to "fight" the girls she loves. By fighting its not LMAO. I adore all the characters in this show and how fresh the writing for them is. Its beautifully animated and the finale was so much fun to watch!
Mashle S2 - Divine Visionary Arc
I picked up the first volume at the bookstore halfway through the season to try reading, after Bling-Bang-Bang-Born blew up, and I was not disappointed. Binged Season 1 and caught up in a day. There's just something so satisfying with gag humor and shounen fight scenes. I love everyone (besides for Innocent Zero, fuck that guy) and will for sure be binge reading the manga. The music, as always, is so hype and having rap for the fight scenes is very interesting. The soundtrack for S2 just released yesterday and has some amazing tracks on it.
Shangria-La Frontier
What. An. Amazing. Show. Never thought I'd like a VR Gaming anime as much as I do now, but this was just so vibrant and humorous. Sunraku's tenacity at gaming and taking on challenges, plus my love for rogue/assassin builds from DND, made him such a likeable character. The entire Weathermon fight to be slotted for 4 episodes was just..gorgeous and stunning. The Music?!? God its perfection. The NPC's of Rabitzu... to have characters and just to not be weird was very much appreciated to me. I sincerely wish it had the fandom that other Fall 2023 shows, cough cough Frieren, Undead Unluck and Apothecary Diaries, has because I just want more merch sobs. The cosplans I have for this show? Too many, and its already in production for another 2 cour season for this fall!!
The Apothecary Diaries
What a spectacular show and fabulous 24 episodes. The animation, the music (Satoru Kosaki, Kevin Pinken, Alisa Okehazma), the characters, the backgrounds?! I enjoyed watching the characters interact and loved the humor in the animation. I also just read and caught up with the manga in 2 days...so it's that good and a worthwhile watch and read!
#winter 2024 anime#anime#anime review#the apothecary diaries#shangria la frontier#mashle magic and muscles#gushing over magical girls#cherry magic! thirty years of virginity can make you a wizard?!#hokkaido gals are super adorable!#villainess level 99#mr villians day off#solo leveling#a sign of affection#the wrong way to use healing magic#the unwanted undead adventurer
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