#i love her and the brownie was fucking stunning
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some people in the catering industry are so STUPID okay so where i work usually has two or three KPs on at a time bc it's quite big and the job of the waiting staff when clearing tables is literally just to bring it to the kitchen and leave it on the counter for the KPs to wash up. now you're supposed to put the cutlery in a bucket and scrape all the food off the plates bc that's just the decent thing to do but a lot of the staff literally just DUMP it bc there's a real snobbery thing about KPs and how waiting staff generally think they're better. now there's one woman who does the potwash a lot and ive been friendly to her since the beginning - no ulterior motive it's just the decent thing to do???? i dont understand some people - AND THE THING ABOUT MY JOB IS THAT THE KPS ARE USUALLY TRAINED ON DESSERTS TOO SO THEY MAKE THE DESSERTS anyway found out this woman my bsf had fucked up one of her desserts and she HID IT and waited for ME SPECIFICALLY and i got a free brownie
#like there are so many benefits to being nice and treating human beings like human beings#one is that it is a nice thing to do and being a jerk will make you feel all gross inside#and another is that THEY WILL BE NICE TO YOU IN RETURN#primary school level social skills and yet so many of the staff who are OLDER THAN me#treat this poor woman like dirt#i love her she's so chatty and she really likes me now which is kind of sad bc literally all i did was talk normally to her#like i say hi to her and ask her how her day is and i asked her name when i first started#and i thank her when she takes the plates#it's basic shit it's nothing i need a fucking medal for#BUT she's kinda petty in a really funny way (like not letting any of the other waitresses have the brownie then giving it me IN FRONT OF#THE OTHERS SKDGHKSHD)#like one time there was a queue in the kitchen bc a load of tables left at the same time so we all had plates that needing washin#*washing#and this woman IGNORED the other three girls in front of me and started a convo with me over their heads LMAO#i was like bestie you CANT DO THAT KSHGDKJHG#i love her and the brownie was fucking stunning#also the same way the waiting/bar staff have a real comradery against the kitchen staff when they're being dicks#the KITCHEN staff are renowned everywhere you go for being very cliquey#like you know how everyone always slates chefs? yeah now imagine a group of them who think it's a ride or die environment#and ive been pretty intimidated by the chefs here just bc they're so cliquey and they're not really interested in being friends with#the waitresses like they're there for their own people and nothing else#BUT bc im chummy with this one KP now SHE is one of the kitchen staff and like i said they're very protective of their own#SO NOW THEY ALL LIKE ME LMAO#finessed the system on accident purely by being a nice person#shocking truly! how has no one realised this! when you are nice your life is easier and better! wow!#hella slaves to capitalism
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hiiii, I miss Eddie and Roan so much. Could you write something about them pleaseee? ❤️❤️❤️
eddie and roan try not to fall asleep while (almost stepmom) reader bakes a tray of brownies, 1.5k
Eddie can't sit on the couch, he lays down. He has ever since he can remember, and while he tried to be polite when he first moved in (unlike Roan, who made herself at home delightfully quickly), you're way past that now.
"You look uncomfortable," you fret, tilting your head to the side as you look down on him in concern. "You want a pillow?"
"I want you to lay down with me immediately," he says, making grabby hands at your stomach.
You refuse him with a stunning, angelic, beatific smile, the kind that makes him think fuck I should marry her, before he remembers he's already going to. If there's one thing about Eddie Munson, it's that he wholeheartedly believes that you're the prettiest woman he's ever met. Maybe you started that way, maybe he loves you so much you've metamorphosed into an intoxicating creature of good looks, but whatever it is, he's obsessed with it.
"Lie down with me," he demands.
"I'm gonna make little brownies," you say, shaking your head, "but I know someone for the job."
He's half expecting you to scoop Mr. Porterson out of his tank and hand him to Eddie in a cup, but you head upstairs to Roan's bedroom. He can hear your voice through the floor, and his daughter's answering gasp. She all but runs down the stairs, demarcated by you and Eddie shouting the same thing, "Don't run down the stairs, Ro!"
She's huffing and puffing by the time she gets to the living room, rounding the couch to stand in front of Eddie. "Hello," she huffs. "You need a hug?"
Eddie opens his arm and drags her in. He should say something cheesy and loving, like, don't I always? He's not a super serious guy, but it's been on his mind a little more often as the wedding approaches and Roan gets taller how lucky he is to have you both, and how things could be totally different. He never expected to be a dad and he honestly didn't want to be before he saw her little face.
Eddie remembers picking her up when she was still smaller than his arm, two inexperienced hands under her armpits raising her up because he realised he could.
Her legs scrunched up toward her chest and he thought, oh, my god. And now she clambers on his chest and does her pill bug curl with her knees, reminding him so much of her baby scrunch and the way her head smelled. He drapes a gentle arm behind her and tries to pour every ounce of love he possesses into his touch as he pats her shoulder, a steady thump, thump, thump.
"You smell nice," Roan accuses.
"That's weird. Maybe check again."
She sniffs him. "You smell yummy, like Y/N's shampoo."
He may have ran out of body wash, and he may have used a dollop of your shampoo. He doesn't think it'll matter in the grand scheme of things and all you're sharing, but he puts his finger to his lips. "Shh," he whispers, "don't tell."
"You said I'm not supposed to have secrets," Roan says.
"You're not." Eddie draws a line down her back just to hear her giggle. "Except this one."
"That's what you said about the last one."
"This one and that one, then." Not like she managed to keep that one secret, either. What was he thinking, telling his five year old he wanted to propose? She lost her mind aloud.
Then again, she spilled the beans and you immediately told Eddie he had to move in with you (he can't remember it perfectly now, but he's pretty sure you said, 'I think you better move in', which was just bossy enough to have him falling in love twice over).
"I don't like secrets," Roan says.
Her voice strengthens as she gets older, and her pronunciation of things grows smoother. Occasionally she speaks and she sounds much older than she is. Currently, she talks with a funny cadence, emphasis on things that don't need it and, and an underlying sense of awe like she can't believe what she's saying.
"Fine," Eddie says, pulling her closer still, "we won't keep this one secret. But if she shouts at me I'm going to have to sleep in your room tonight."
"I'll sleep with Y/N."
"No, because I'll need you to dry my tears."
Roan nods into his chest, the faux silk of her sleeve shushing against his shirt as she brings a hand up to his hair. "Okie dokie," she says, twisting one of his curls around her fingers. "But don't cry."
"I'll try not to, sweetheart."
She smiles and relaxes fully into his arms.
"Are you tired?" he asks.
"Don't think so."
"You've already got your jammies on. You don't want a bath tonight?" He's feeling affectionate for his life, adding, "Mommy has new bubble bath, it smells like chamomile. I'm sure she'd love to share with you."
"Yeah?"
"Mm-hmm." His eyes are getting heavy. Maybe he's tired. The thought of a bubble bath almost puts him to sleep.
"Don't fall asleep," Roan whispers.
"I'm not, Ro. Just resting my eyes. You don't have to stay and cuddle if you're busy."
"I like you," she says.
"I like you too."
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Little brownies are the best thing ever. You make a very wet brownie batter and pour it thin in a big baking sheet. You barely cook them, and then when they're cooled and cut you freeze them, and when they defrost (at a time of your choosing) they're perfect for eating or putting into Roan's school lunchbox. You set the last tupperware of them into the freezer and wipe your cold hands on a dish towel, happy.
It's a bit strange, but before you met your Munsons, you had no idea how peaceful it could feel to have done something for someone else. You weren't an overly selfish creature but there's this unnameable feeling that comes with doing this kind of 'chore'. Taking care of the people you love…
Well, it feels good. Not as good as this is about to feel, you guess, turning off the kitchen light and locking the front door as you go. Eddie and Roan lay on the couch with the TV set to a loud volume. You'd assumed they'd both be awake, but it seems they've fallen asleep despite the odds. You're gonna languish in it with them just as soon as you can tetris your way into the pile.
Roan has crawled up the length of her dad's chest to press her cheek to his, and Eddie's wrapped his arms around her tightly, tucking her in with nowhere to turn.
You can't fit into their cuddle pile without disturbing the peace, but you can't be expected to abstain, surely.
You sink down onto the floor by Eddie's head, bringing your hand to his sleeping face. Careful, you stroke a twisted baby hair against his forehead, the dark kink of it like a thread through pale skin.
Roan stirs, or wasn't as asleep as you thought. She yawns wide, lips smacking as she asks, "What are you doing?"
You grin at her loud whisper. "Just looking. You okay?"
"He's squeezing me."
"Too much?"
"No, I like it. I feel like a sardine."
"Yeah?" You rest your upper body on the couch, her pyjama top satiny under your hand. "You like it? You're not claustrophobic?"
She gives you a daunted look.
"It means squished, pretty much," you say..
"I like it," she reaffirms. Roan pulls her arm out of Eddie's grasp to touch yours. "Dad says I can have some bubble bath."
"Of course you can, princess. You know you can have anything of mine." Except the top shelf stuff, but she can't reach that high. "I left you some brownies for ice cream."
"You did?"
"Yeah, I did." You meet her eyes, formidable baby browns that you never stood a chance against. Her cheek is warm as you lean in for a quick peck. "You're beautiful. I love you."
Roan gasps happily. "You're beautiful-er!"
"Thanks," Eddie mumbles, smirking as he starts to wake from his nap.
"Time d'you call this, Eds?" you ask fondly.
He turns his face one way and the other, agonised. "Oh, but I was so cozy! My girl is so soft and she's pretty much my blanket, and she was being so nice to me!" He sighs, a picture of distress, his voice croaky with the edge of sleep. "Can you ever forgive me?"
"Sure!" Roan says, laughing.
"Just this once."
He squints at you. "This is pretty much your fault anyways."
"You'll forgive me. Please?" He leans up for a kiss. "S'what I thought," you say into his lips.
You nudge him back and squeeze onto the couch. He has to go on his side for you to for and Roan ends up half on top of you, a knee jabbed into your stomach. Still, it's fine for now. Your quiet desire to be cuddled with them is abated, a strong arm behind your back and a much smaller hand sneaking inside your shirt sleeve to warm the attached, similarly small fingers.
#eddie and roan#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson oneshot#eddie munson scenario#eddie munson drabble#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fanfiction#dad!eddie munson#dad!eddie munson x reader#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things#stranger things fic#stranger things x reader#stranger things 4
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DON'T RUN FROM ME
Pairing: Plus Size Afab! Reader x Lee Felix
Theme: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Ageless Blogs & Minors Do Not Interact.
Word Count: 4K
A/N: Please do not repost or translate my work! Let me know if you wish to be on the tagged list.
Lonely, broken and tired. That’s what you were. You had spent your life being abandoned by everyone you ever cared about, friends, family, loved ones. So you closed yourself off to others. Sick of constantly being hurt when you open your heart to someone. But at the same time, you couldn't deny how lonely you felt. How your heart ached for some form of connection. But you were too scared, too scared to let someone in. You tried to fill the void with an occasional one night stand, but it never truly worked out for you. Barely satisfying you each time. It had been over a year since you had been intimate with someone and to say you were touch deprived, was an understatement.
It was late, you couldn’t sleep at all. So you ended up at a coffee shop you knew was open twenty-four hours a day, for the third day in a row. It was better than sitting in your dark room and letting all your negative thoughts cloud your mind. You expected to see Chan, who you usually saw behind the counter, but today there was someone else. A stunning boy with freckles that looked like stars on his cheeks. You tried hard not to stare but he was just so captivating. He smirked softly at you as you approached the counter.
“Hello.” His deep voice sent shivers down your spine and your eyes widened in surprise. “Chan, told me you would probably be coming today. Y/n right?” He asked softly. “I’m Felix.” You raised your brow in response as you tried to ignore the flutter in your chest at the way he said your name.
“That would be me…his constant nuisance in the middle of the night.” You replied quietly. Your response made him laugh and he bit his lip.
“No if anything he enjoys your company on the overnights.” He replied.
“You mean he enjoys having a pathetic insomniac chill in the corner and read for hours? Noted.” You chuckled and shook your head.
“Pathetic? That’s definitely not how he described you. He said you were mysterious, intriguing. Had to say it got me curious and I’m happy you showed up today.” You looked down to hid the redness that rushed to your cheeks. “So what can I get for you?” He asked softly. You looked up into his eyes shyly and bit your lip.
“Surprise me, but make it sweet.” You said quietly. He nodded and smirked softly at you.
“Go get comfy, I’ll bring it out to you.” You nodded shyly and took your usual spot on the couch near the fireplace. You liked the sound of the fire, the crackling and sizzling sounds that came from the wood as it burned. You pulled out your latest book, one that you had read many times.
“Pride and Prejudice.” You jumped slightly and placed a hand on your chest as you looked up to see Felix staring at you in amusement. He placed the warm mug in front of you. “Sorry didn’t mean to startle you.” He said softly and placed a plate with a brownie on the side. “I finished making these right before you came in. So the brownie should be nice and warm.” You gave him a small smile and then took a sip of the latte. Your eyes widened at the taste and you looked up at him in awe.
“This is not coffee, this is literally smores in liquid form. How the fuck did you do that?” You asked and he couldn’t help but grin at you.
“Wait til you try the brownie.” He smirked. “So… you’re an Austen fan I see.” As he nodded to your book. You bit your lip and looked down.
“I would say I mainly enjoy this one compared to her other works.” You said quietly. “But it definitely gave me unrealistic expectations of romance, turns out it’s nothing like the books say. It’s quite the opposite. It’s horrible and painful.”
“It can be, but that doesn’t mean it’s not like the books. Maybe you just haven’t found your Mr. Darcy just yet..” He said quietly and you looked up at him, your eyes locked with his and you found your heart wanting to beat out of your chest with the way he was looking at you. You suddenly forgot how to breathe as you took in every detail of him. He was perfect and far out of your league.
“Don’t tell me, you’ve actually read this?” You asked quietly.
“I have, I read all of her works and I do agree that I prefer this one to the others. I also enjoyed Jane Eyre as well.” Your eyes widened for a second time.
“Seriously, where did you come from?” You asked quietly. “No men like those novels.”
“Well, I was born in Australia. But if you wanna get technical I came out of–”
“Okay okay stop!” You whined and laughed. He grinned widely after hearing your laugh.
“You have a beautiful laugh.” He said softly and you found yourself becoming a blushing mess as you stared at the drink he had made you. He went to say something else but then the door opened and more customers came in. He smiled at you once more before going back behind the counter to help them. You didn’t know why, but for once you were actually starting to feel drowsy and the last thing you wanted to do was fall asleep at the shop. You finished the latte and brownie, which was in fact mind blowingly delicious. When Felix went to go back to you, he found you gone, but money and a note left next to the empty cup and plate.
Thank you for making me laugh today, I really needed it. See you around Freckles.
Y/n
He grinned as he read the note and folded it and put it in his pocket. Freckles, he liked that nickname more than he wanted to admit. He texted Chan to let him know that he met you and that he was right, there was something alluring and mysterious. He wanted to get to know you. He wanted you to open up to him, not only because he found you interesting, but also he found you extremely breathtaking. From the moment you had entered the shop he could barely keep his eyes off you. Your eyes, your skin, your curves. You were so stunning to him, even though you were only wearing leggings and a hoodie, you had captivated him and he couldn’t wait to see you again.’
You on the other hand were terrified. You hadn’t felt this attracted to someone in a long time, and after seeing your appearance in the mirror when you had returned home you were embarrassed to ever show yourself again. You felt comfortable around Chan, so you never really put in an effort around him. He exuded big brother energy so it was hard to keep your walls up around him. You felt safe, and comfortable. But Felix? You wished somehow Chan would have given you a warning. Now he saw you at your worst, you sighed as you stared at your heavy stomach and rolls that the leggings clearly didn’t help to hide. The dark circles under your eyes showed how much you lacked sleep.You whimpered and whined in embarrassment as you plopped down on your bed.
It had been a whole week, and you didn’t show up to the coffee shop again. Too embarrassed and scared that he would be there and not Chan. You tried a few times to show up but the second you saw him through the glass window you panicked and ran. If you put effort in how you appear now, he will clearly know you did it because of him, cause who else would there be to dress up a bit for in the middle of the fucking night at a coffee shop while everyone else slept. You stayed home for most of the week, but you found yourself getting worked up and horny just over the thought of the freckled boy in the coffee shop.
You tried to blame it on how touch starved you are for the wet dreams and the ache between your legs, and the unhinged thoughts you had about him. Because even in past relationships you never had this kind of reaction to someone. But once again, you found yourself at the door of the coffee shop, panicking slightly at the sight of him. Frustrated that Chan had not worked at all the entire week. His eyes locked with yours through the glass and your stomach began to do summer salts as he rushed over to the door.
“Were you gonna just stand there the whole night?” He teased softly and you blushed at his words.
“No.” You squeaked out. You in fact planned on running off again, but you had been caught this time. “But I realized I forgot my wallet so I’m… I’m just gonna go.” You turned quickly and before you could run off you felt a hand on your wrist.
“Don’t go.” He said quietly. “Come on, it will be on the house tonight. — I really wanted to see you again.” Your heart flipped at his words and you looked up at him. His eyes pleaded with yours and you felt yourself get weak at the knees. You nodded, scared that your voice would betray you and he smiled brightly at you. He gently led you into the shop and closed the door behind you. “Go get comfy, I’ll be right back.” You watched him as he walked away. You could break for it, run off now. But something about the way he pleaded for you to stay kept you there. You walked over to your typical spot on the couch and got comfortable.
Felix returned quickly with two cups and a bunch of brownies. You couldn’t help but smile at his eagerness to spend time with you, but that would all change eventually. He would see you were worthless and leave, just like everyone else. You thanked him quietly and took a sip of the latte he made for you. You closed your eyes and sighed happily as the warmth spread through you.
“Why did you keep running off when you saw it was me here?” He asked quietly. You froze at his words and your heart dropped to your stomach. “I would see you, you’d see it was me and you’d turn and leave. – I thought you and I hit it off.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him as you struggled to answer him. “It would hurt me, because honestly I kept taking these shifts in hopes to see you again.” Your heart dropped at his words and you forgot how to breathe. “Did I do something wrong last time?” You looked up at him nervously and let out a shaky breath.
“I….” You breathed out. “I-I’m not g-good at letting people in.,,,and with you I… I want to.. But.. ” You bit your lip and looked down. “Coming here was a mistake, I shouldn’t have.. I-I’m sorry.” You quickly stood up and rushed for the door. He rushed after you and pulled you close to him making you gasp softly.
“Don’t run, don’t…” He whispered as he looked deep into your eyes. “I’m never going to hurt you Y/n.” He reached up to caress your cheek gently. “Never. Let me in, let me into your heart and show you how much I want and need you.” Your eyes fluttered closed and you leaned into his touch. Your walls that you worked so hard to build were crumbling down in a matter of seconds, your heart was screaming out to him in need. Your body ached for more contact. But you didn’t know him, how could you really trust him? “Please stay… stay with me.”
Felix couldn’t stop himself, he pressed his lips to yours. He kissed you slowly and softly and you froze. You wanted so badly to kiss him back, to give in and give him the pounding heart in your chest. But your fear wouldn’t let you. You pushed away from him and whimpered. You looked up at him as tears flew down your cheeks.
“I’m sorry. Y-You don’t want damaged goods like me.” You choked out before rushing out the door. Felix wanted to rush after you but just as you ran out, a bunch of customers walked in and he was forced to stay behind. You rushed back to your apartment and when you closed the door behind you, you choked on a sob and slid down the door. You hated yourself for running away. You hated yourself for not letting him in. But you couldn’t, you couldn’t do it.
Once again you avoided the shop, it had been weeks since you had been there. But thoughts of Felix wouldn’t leave your mind. You constantly thought of him, of his smile, his eyes, the way his lips felt when they pressed against yours. The pained look on his face when you ran away from him. It was clear that he had worked his way into your heart in such a short amount of time.
You needed to take your mind off of everything, off of him. You needed a distraction, from the ache in your chest, whether it be something or someone. So here you were, dressed up in a black dress, make-up done and heels on, sitting alone at a bar in the night club you usually went to in order to have one night stands. Was this a good idea? Absolutely not. But you were there anyway.
Maybe you haven’t found your Mr Darcy just yet…
I’m never going to hurt you Y/n….
You scoffed to yourself as his voice ran through your head. You took a sip of your glass of wine and looked out into the crowd. There were a bunch of men here tonight, no doubt at least one would think you're pretty enough to bed. Even though in your mind you were really not much to look at dressed up or not. But your eyes widened and you froze when your eyes locked with a very familiar pair, two very familiar pairs. Chan was here, with friends and one of them was Felix. As usual he looked stunning, tight black pants, a button up black shirt, the top three buttons left unbuttoned and some silver jewelry to match. You couldn’t help but stare. The second Chan saw you he grinned and nudged at Felix to point out where you were. The second his eyes locked with yours you turned your head quickly and let out a shaky breath.
“Fuck why is he here?” You hissed to yourself. You took another sip of your wine to try and calm your nerves and prayed that he would just stay where he was and not approach you. After all, why would he even want to right? Not like he knew you or wanted to. He was just being polite to a customer right?
“Hey beautiful.” You looked to your left to see a man you had hooked up with before smirking down at you. Sadly he wasn’t one that ended well, in fact the man couldn’t even bring you to cum. “Missed seeing you here.” He cooed as his hand ran up your bare leg. You tried not to flinch and gave him a weary smile.
“Baby, is this man bothering you?” Your heart almost leapt out of your chest as you heard his voice and felt him press up against your back. His hand gently landed on your bare shoulder and you shivered at the feeling of his skin against yours. You looked up with wide eyes to see Felix staring the man down with a raised brow. But his eyes were menacing, intimidating to say the least.
“Sorry, thought she was someone else.” Your past hook up said and walked away. You let out a shaky breath and look up to Felix shyly
“Thanks.” You said quietly. “You didn’t need to do that.” He gently squeezed your shoulder as he looked down at you softly.
“I wanted to. I– I saw him touch you and kind of lost my cool I’m sorry.” You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach because of his words. “You look so stunning tonight.” Your eyes widened and you looked away from him to hide the blush creeping on your cheeks.
“I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.” You replied as you tried to calm your heart down. “You’re not looking bad yourself.” You felt his hand gently brush against your chin to tilt your head up to look him in the eyes.
“If you’re so tough, why do you hide from me?” He looked deep into your eyes, if you were standing your knees would have buckled at how he was looking at you. “You’re even more beautiful when you blush.” You couldn’t stop yourself from trembling and you let out a shaky breath. “I didn’t take you for a girl who went to clubs..”
“I don’t often.” You said quietly. “Just when I—” You stopped yourself from finishing your sentence. No, he doesn’t need to know why you’re here. He doesn’t need to know you’re aching to be touched, but specifically ruined by him in every way possible. He deserved hotter, better. You didn’t deserve someone as beautiful as him.
“You what?” He asked as his hand brushed against your flushed cheek. Your eyes involuntarily fluttered closed as you leaned into his touch. Snap out if it Y/n! You scolded yourself as you moved away from him.
“I need to go, I’m sorry.” You whispered. You didn’t even bother looking at him as you got up from your seat and grabbed your purse. You rushed past him as your heart pounded loudly, you did your best to ignore him calling after you. You prayed that he didn’t follow you, but at the same time somewhere deep down you did. When you made it outside you let out a deep breath and tried to compose yourself. You felt a hand gently grip your wrist and turn you around. You were pulled into Felix’s arms as he gripped your waist tightly.
“Please, stop running from me.” He whispered. You whimpered as you felt his body press against yours.
“Y-You terrify me.” You choked out.
“Why? Why do I terrify you?” He asked as he looked into your eyes. “Why do you keep running from me?”
“Because it scares me how much I want you.” You choked out. “It scares me, to want someone so badly again after all this time. I know I don’t deserve you. So why put my heart on the line again?”
“You have no idea how wrong you are.” He breathed out. “I want you, from the moment you came into the shop I have wanted you.” He caressed your cheek and pressed his forehead to yours. “You’ve bewitched me, body and soul.” Your heart flipped and your legs almost gave out.
“You dare use Austen's words against me?” You choked out.
“It’s the truth. You are all I’ve thought about since that day. Seeing you tonight, seeing that man on you. I couldn’t just sit by, I had to make you mine. I want to make you mine.” His lips brushed against yours and you gave in as he finally kissed you intensely. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his fingers tangled in your hair. The kiss took your breath away and ignited the broken heart that was beating so loudly in your chest. When you both pulled away, gasping for air Felix couldn’t help but grin. “Come home with me?”
“Yes.” You breathed out and he kissed you again, this time much more gentle. But it was still enough to make your legs quake at the feeling. He pulled away to caress your cheek and smile. He took your hand in his and led you to his car. You were thankful the car ride was short, you couldn’t control yourself any longer. The next few minutes were a blur, you found yourself against the wall after Felix pressed you against it the second the door closed. His lips were on your neck as you struggled to suppress your moans. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you felt his hand slip between the both of you.
“Can I?” Felix asked softly as his fingers brushed against your bare thighs. You whimpered and nodded as you felt him palm against your already soaked core. He growled softly at the feeling and kissed you hungrily. His hand pulled at your panties and ripped them off easily making you gasp against his lips. He took this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth and explore as his fingers rubbed against your clit wildly. You whined and clung to him as your legs trembled from the feeling.
“So wet for me, I don’t even have to prep you.” He growled. You heard his belt unbuckle and his pants drop to the floor before you could say anything he picked you up to wrap your legs around his waist. He didn’t hesitate to push himself inside you. You cried out and clung to him as you felt him bottom out and stretch you
“F-Felix.” You whimpered. “Oh god.” He nuzzled his face in your neck and nipped at the skin.
“You’re mine.” He growled softly. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.” You choked out, He responded by slamming into you, with slow rough thrusts, making you cry out in ecstasy. You held onto him for dear life as you both cried out loudly for each other. “Please, please don’t stop.” You begged. “Felix.”
“You’re taking me so well my little dove.” He groaned. “God I never want to stop. Never.” He kissed and nipped at your lips as he picked up the pace. “I want to fill you up, and make you mine.” You whimpered and felt yourself clench at his words. He groaned and nuzzled his face in your neck. “You like that baby you want me to fill you with my cum?”
“Y-Yes!” You sobbed out. “Make me yours, fill me over and over.” You begged as you rocked your hips in time with his thrusts. You felt his fingers rub against your clit again and you shook as your eyes rolled back from the overwhelming amount of pleasure. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t do anything but tremble against him and whine like a cat in heat. The sight only aroused Felix more. He could feel you getting close, and the way your legs trembled around him made him moan loudly.
“That’s it, let go for me. Cum Y/n.” It was if his words controlled your body, you let out a loud sob as you felt yourself hit your peak. Felix moaned loudly and rutted violently into you as you hit your high, soon he filled you with his hot seed. His cries mixed in with yours as he thrusted one final time inside you. He kissed you feverishly as you both came down from your highs, he did not dare move away. “So perfect.” He panted softly as he pressed his forehead to yours. “All mine.” He caressed your cheek. Your eyes fluttered closed and you leaned into his touch. He pulled out gently making you whimper and he picked you up bridal style. He kicked away his pants and shoes before carrying you to the bedroom.
He kissed you as he set you down on the bed gently and slowly removed your dress, his shirt soon following. Soon you were completely naked and exposed to him. He hovered over you and pressed his lips to yours in a slow and passionate kiss. Your heart pounded as your arms wrapped around his neck. He laid flushed against you, as his hand ran up your outer thigh. He pulled away and looked at you softly.
“Please promise me you won’t run from me anymore.” You caressed his cheek and kissed him again.
“I won’t.” You whispered softly into his lips. “I promise. How could I give up when I finally found you, Mr. Darcy.” He grinned at your words and kissed you deeply.
“Good cause I will never let you go. Ms. Bennet”
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i fcking love streamer!ellie but what if reader was the streamer?! imagine ellie being a huge fan and always leaving comments during her stream. she's also internally freaking out when she meets the reader in person and experiencing gay panic, at the same time, because "holy sht she is the prettiest person i've ever seen in my entire fcking life."
okay it’s official, anon i absolutely love you, you god 🤍
streamer!reader x Ellie Williams head canons
can i appoint myself the queen of streamer!ellie head canons or is that narcissistic (leave requests my loves)
it would 100% start off with ellie being bored shitless, hopping through tv channels, netflix, youtube etc before finally turning to a streaming sight.
she loves gaming and often finds herself on that platform however she’s never seen you before that day. you were pretty big, rolling in about 50k viewers per stream but you were more of a baking stream, qna stream person rather than gaming
however, your friends had persuaded you to play a story game for that stream. you honestly couldn’t remember the name but it was some sort of zombie apocalypse one
it was fun and ellie actually sat through your whole stream.
after that, she had subscribed (in which you read out her username and she literally almost screamed hearing your pretty voice say her name) and she watched every other stream after that
she favoured the baking ones, seeing you all dressed up with a cute lil apron on over your clothes.
and ellie liked you even more when you made weed brownies live. saying they where ‘funny’ brownies so you didn’t get demonetised
she thought you were absolutely stunning and quickly ranked up to one of your favourite fans with her silly comments and the sweetest complements on each of your streams.
plus she sent you a lot of money.
it was actually after your birthday stream that she met you in real life.
she had been watching for a little over a year and you had gone out with your friends to celebrate your birthday after a short stream
as you were walking down the road to meet said friends , you noticed a pair of eyes on you which wasn’t unusual since you were pretty well known however you recognised her face from somewhere.
ellie’s eyes widened as you walked closer to her. her cheeks flushed red as she subtly looked you up and down. gay mother fucking panic.
now the girl knew she didn’t like men and only liked women but shit did you solidify it. she had been with girls before but you were something else
“i know you” is the first words you said to ellie and her heart just about stopped beating. sure, you acknowledged her online. even becoming mutuals after a comment she left on your post made you laugh but you knowing ellie? impossible “ellie right”
she didn’t trust her voice so she simply nodded. her response made you smile.
you gave her your number, it was dangerous. you didn’t know if she would leak it or whatever but you still did it and it was the best damned decision ever.
you know what they say about lesbians moving quick as fuck. yeah that was true for you and ellie. literally going on a date one week, making it official the next and then she practically moved in after that
neither of you mind, ellie chipped in with food and rent even though you told her you had enough.
(imagine you had ended up with dealer!ellie😳 that itself is a whole other story)
she would start joining your streams, fans would speculate and obviously it was true but they didn’t need to know that just yet.
it was only when you were spotted together holding hands and kissing that i officially came out that you we’re together (celeb tearoom type shit. TMZ drama alert and all that covered it)
you would often try to correlate outfits when you streamed together, if you had pink on then so did she.
there was the usual jealous people that commented against ellie and it did hurt at the beginning. nothing a few words of encouragement and steamy nights with you couldn’t fix.
seriously though, most of your fans adored her. she was quite shy at first and saw how absolutely smitten you were with each other. obsessed with the way you looked at each other when the other looked away
cooking streams that end up being a nightmare. flour and shit everywhere.
speaking of flour. the fans realised you had a special someone in your life when flowers started appearing in the back of your streams. often hung upside down so they last longer.
you eventually get matching tattoos, little hearts on your wrists both with red ink. meaningful but not big. you were both sure you were in it forever but just in case.
(unrelated but imagine ellie with a nose ring)
your fans were nosy sure but they were damn respectful - minus the odd few. if it was obvious you were on a date, all dressed up and i’m a fancy restaurant, they will not interfere which you were super appreciative about
the fans could tell you were in love with each other from day one
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company for the explain a musical thing
GUkd <- I stimmed while opening this and I'm gonna keep the proof
I'm so sorry this took so long and thank you for your patience <33
I saw the third revival on broadway(!!) so those are the pronouns you're getting <3
Bobbie is an unmarried woman with bunch of married or engaged or divorced or other forms of taken friends. She is listening to her voicemails on her birthday, including one from Jamie accidentally spoiling her surprise birthday party. Then, her friends all menacingly walk towards the stage via aisles and from the wings while singing variations of her name including but not limited to Baby, Bobbie Boo Boo, and my personal favorite, Boobie Baby. Bobbie monologues about how odd it is to be surprised on her 35th birthday, there is a squabble about returning gifts for the money, Joanne makes an obnoxious comment about how rich she is, and then they sing happy birthday and Bobbie tries to blow out the candles.
Functioning word in that sentence is *try*, as in, she fails. There's another squabble about whether or not she still gets her wish, Joanne makes another obnoxious comment, and then Bobbie explains she didn't even wish for anything. Everybody immediately calls bullshit.
Eerie music plays and Bobbie explores the (absolutely extraordinary) set (like come on this set is the coolest thing I've ever seen). She then finds a key, and uses it to enter the home of her friends Harry and Sarah (like seriously this set is so actually ingenious). She has brought gifts, bourbon and brownies, then discovers that Harry's on the wagon, Sarah's on a diet, and she's a shitty friend. Then, Sarah and Harry karate each other while joanne makes some more obnoxious comments and Bobbie plays a drinking game called alcoholism
after that all the husbands say how they are in a love hate relationship with being married, and then Bobbie finds herself on Peter and Susan's terrace (holy shit like literally genius) and Susan scares the hell out of Peter and then they announce to Bobbie that they're getting divorced and Bobbie is anything but comfy in that situation.
now Bobbie is smoking weed with Jenny and David and David is very adamant that he isn't getting high while he is very clearly getting very high. then they are like, Boobie Baby, why arent you dating??? and then Bobbie's three weed-smoking gfs I mean three boyfriends go off on her about her commitment issues
and then all Bobbie's friends think they've found her a match and PJ takes her on a date surveying the city and Andy the flight attendant proves himself to be not that bright and Theo turns out to have a fiancee AND THEN
in a show of the best scenic design, acting, singing, showmanship, and overall anything that i have ever seen,
(not) getting married today
Jamie and Paul are about to get married, but Jamie is really scared (they're gonna think im pregnant!), so he sings a FANTASTIC patter song explaining himself, earns himself a tony, and cancels the wedding. then, Bobbie offers to marry him herself and it's enough to stun him back to his senses. on his way out the door to go get Paul, Bobbie tosses him his bouquet, and he exclaims "IM THE NEXT BRIDE!!!!!"
Bobbie then decides that perhaps she wants to get married herself, sings a beautiful song, and leaves you sitting in a puddle of your own tears for intermission.
act 2
we time travel back to when Bobbie gets surprised, and relive the scene, but this time, she manages to blow out half of the candles. some more Joanne comments, reassurances including jamie: everything will turn out for the better!!!... I don't even believe that myself- and Bobbie realizes she's a perpetual third wheel. to prove it, there's a dance break and she doesn't have a partner to dance with
next, she's trying to get andy to fuck her, but he's too stupid to read the sexual advances. so instead, he tells the spectacular tale about how his cat ate a butterfly. Bobbie tries to get him into the mood with a story she says is similar, in no way is, and which andy somehow manages to connect to his absurd story through the power of metaphor and himbos. as they get ready to fuck, Bobbie's friends lament about how sad her daring life is. as they fuck, Bobbie's life flashes before her eyes, including pregnancy, marriage, and the same red jumpsuit for every life event.
in the morning, Andy has to get on a flight to Barcelona and Bobbie does the stereotypical thing and "begs" him to stay. but she forgot one very important thing. Andy is really fucking stupid. so yeah, she accidentally convinces him to stay. oops
Bobbie then goes and visits Peter and Susan, finding that they are in fact divorced, though only by law. as in, they still live together and act like a married couple, but the status has gone from "married" to "best friends with better benefits". then Susan totally hints that she would love to "have a homosexual experience" with Bobbie. I've been using a lot of quotes oops
Joanne is back, this time not with an obnoxious comment, but with a full on monologue of berating Bobbie (she kind of has a point ngl). she and Bobbie are sitting at a night club, and she comments on how Bobbie always says she's gonna do something, yet never does, and how she watches life from the sidelines. then she starts ripping a new one into her husband, Larry. she sings a fabulous song (ladies who lunch) mocking rich bitches with no meaning in her life, including herself (we stan a self aware queen). then Larry gets back from the dance floor and she spouts out even more drunken insults, but Larry admits he loves her anyway, and explains why, leaving joanne taken aback.
Joanne suddenly invites Bobbie to have an affair with her, says that she'll take care of her, and Bobbie exclaims, "but who will I take care of?" and immediately has a breakthrough moment. Joanne is super satisfied by this, especially when she admits she wants to get married, but wants to know, "what do I get?". leaving her angry and confused, joanne and Larry leave.
the couples are back, inviting Bobbie over for dinner and such (just be the three of us, only the three of us!), but this time, Bobbie isn't having it. she yells, "STOP!" and sings the life-changing song Being Alive.
traveling on back to the surprise scene, Bobbie hasn't arrived at her apartment yet, and her friends are getting worried. they decide to abandon the surprise, and leave. then, Bobbie enters, looks at the candles, exits, and returns with a fire extinguisher.
once again, so sorry this took so long, I must admit I forgot about it for a couple of weeks... this was so much fun to make, probably the most fun out of the ones so far
if you like what you see, go ahead and request a musical for me to explain, preferably via ask
I love you all so much!! thank youuuuuuu
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Kraken I didn’t know you liked Genshin impact ! Who’s your fave? I adore Itto (I have a things for himbo’s ~)😍 and I have a soft spot for Sara and Thoma💗
You and me, we’re besties now because I am HEAD OVER HEELS for Itto too!!! I love you, bestie 😘💖
He’s just so PERFECT! He’s so unironically funny, he makes me smile and giggle every time I see him, he’s eye-catching, and I love his determination. I love how this buff, tough oni whose supposed to be scary and ruthless, turns out to be the cutest creature to have ever stepped on the earth’s undeserving crust. He’s so gentle and kind to the onikabuto, they’re like friends to him! He’s fiercely protective of the ones he loves (😳 can I please be apart of the circle??? Archons, I want him to love me SO BAD WTF—). He loves his gang with everything he’s got…Itto’s just the perfect man!!! He is my one true love in this world (but not as much as Mitsuri. I would drop everything for her in a heartbeat).
Himbos are the best thing to have graced my eyes; they are so lovable. SO FREAKING CUTEEEE!!! I just love how sweet and empty-headed they are. *longing sigh* Oh, to have a himbo boyfriend 😔 ITTO PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE—
I also love Kokomi! She’s absolutely adorable, I love her water powers and her little fish & jellyfish friends! She is the mermaid princess I always wanted to be when I was a child. 💖 I need her to let me swoop her up into my arms in a hug and kiss her all over her cute face. Healers are what allow the team to win, it’s just a fact. And I am obsessed with pink-haired characters. If there’s a pink-haired character in an anime or game, you best believe I am their #1 fan. AND AYAKAAAAA MY SWEETHEART! Her shyness is endearing, but she’s so brave! She is incredible.
Beidou…please…I am on my knees begging. PRINCESS CARRY ME IN YOUR WARM STRONG EMBRACE, AND KISS ME IN THE SUNSET. She is so hot fr. Blushing hard thinking about her right now 😳
And Klee!! My beloved baby girl, she’s adorable. I love her energy; just an excited ball of curiosity and happiness bouncing everywhere all at once. I bet if she was real she would be quite the handful tho LMAOOO. I pity Albedo 😭😂
I am a firm believer that the women of Genshin SOLO the men NO COMPETITION. Every single one of the designs the ladies have is just banger after banger. Ganyu, Dori (such a cute character, yet no one ever talks about her anymore!), Nilou, Hu Tao, Lisa, Shenhe, Yae Miko—every one of them is so beautiful and stunning. They are all Picasso paintings, unique and shining in their own special ways. I want all of them (excluding the children, obvi-fucking-ously. Leave the babies out of this rant) to smooch me on the mouth RIGHT NOW. Plz love me.
ANYWAYS! Sorry for the simp rant LOL 😂 Sara & Thoma are super adorable too! Sara is the coolest badass. MALE WIFE THOMA 😩 Please be my stay-at-home husband and bake me sweets and brownies every night when I get home from work.
Thank you for asking! I had a lot of fun answering, as you can probably tell, haha! I hope you have a wonderful day, hon. ♥️♥️♥️💋❌⭕️❌⭕️
With Love,
Kraken 🐙
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Ok. Ok.
So.
Had i heard 4.4 was amazing? Utter perfection? The most perfect example of character study ever? A complete narrative masterpeice?
Yes i had.
Was i prepared for it? was i prepared for Dustin panicking and Lucas screaming and Steve breaking down as they scrabbled for the one thing that could save her? Was i prepared for Max's completly justified breakdown as the emotions she had branded as 'bad' were dragged to the surface? Was i prepared for Kate Bush floating through as that glimmer of light appeared? Was i prepared for the memories, for the absolute wonderful heartbreak of her remembering that there are people who love her, that she's still there, and for her to decide that no, she's not going to stop fighting? Was i prepared for that last desperate burst, seeing Max sprint to that little opening in the darkness as the chorus echoed, the two meshed so perfectly, desperate and hopeful in a way that sent shivers down my spine? Was i prepared for the sheer power and emotion in that one scene? Was i prepared for the overflowing utter relief in everyone's eyes when she won? Was i prepared for how this entire episode was such an absolutely stunning metaphor for depression and, as alluded to by Vecna-Billy, suicidal urged? Was i prepared for how absolutely breathtaking the metaphor was written? Was i prepared for the fact that while her loved ones were the ones to crack a light into the darkness, it was Max who saved herself?
Was i prepared for how damn hard that hit me? Like how fucking powerful and chilling and breath-stealing and spine-chilling-in-a-good-way that was? To the point where i nearly fucking cried and i hardly ever cry at non-finales?
I was not. I was not prepared a bit. Thank the cosmos for peanut-butter brownie ice cream.
Like what the fuck. I heard this was good. It's actually more like utter perfection and whomstever the fuck wrote this is a certified genius there is so much going on here and it's beautiful and heartwrenching and stunning and amazing and i just--
I have no words.
Wow.
Just wow.
#stranger things 4#stranger things#i'm really just spamming with ST today huh?#max mayfield#tw sucidal ideation#tw sucide#i can't with this--#dear billy#stranger things spoilers#stranger things 4 spoilers#4.4
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My Abortion Story
Trigger Warning: this obviously is going to have mention of an abortion but also will talk about a sexual assault.
Some things to mention: I was 19 when this happened, this also takes place in all of 2020. I have ASD and at this point severely mentally ill and having seizures, I’m epileptic as well. Also to note I have a terrible relationship with my mother and though not anymore my dad was conservative and very pro-life. I felt on my own.
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Denial has to be the strongest emotion. I wasn’t getting my period. I was throwing up every morning for months. But it was just after I took my medication, it had to be because the anti-seizure pills was too big for me to swallow, right? So I had requested a smaller pill. That seemed to stop things. I was still on a new medication. This was May and June of 2020, I had not had sex with my boyfriend since April of 2020.
He lived in my college town. Which was two hours away from my home town. One weekend I slept over at his home he shared with his mom. I forced this night out of my memory. For one simple reason, it still seems fake. He woke me up in the middle of the night. Telling me he had to stop himself from r*ping me in my sleep. He used that phrasing, used that word. Looking back now. I should of called my parents to have them picking me up. I should of broken up with him in that moment. It was also 2 am, I didn’t know why he told me that. I was too stunned to speak. Then he just started crying. Telling me how terrible he was. Which he was, you shouldn’t get brownie points for not r*ping a person. Your girlfriend or not. It was 2 am. I was confused. I just had been woken up. What was I supposed to do? Probably not what I did. I let him have sex with me. Just to get him to stop crying. Frozen in confusion.
Fast forward to September. Back at college. Still hadn’t gotten my period. I swore up and down there was no way I could be pregnant. Just my medication was being funky. Like I said. Denial is one hell of an emotion. Being stuck with my parents for months, no escape. Stress is another thing that can mess up your cycle right? I was having seizures, mental break downs, I was starving myself. My boyfriend begged me to take a pregnancy test when I had came back for school. I agreed to, thinking there was no way I could be, but when the clear blue said it in words. I was pregnant.
It couldn’t be right though, I didn’t feel diffrent. Before this our relationships had hit the rocks. We were breaking up and getting back together. If I was fucked up, he was even worse. He had two ex girlfriends that had already been pregnant, one had a miscarriage and the other went behind his back and had an abortion but told him she also had a miscarriage. He really wanted to be a father, feel like he could finally do right in the world. However I had no interest of being the mother, at least then. I was an emotional wreck.
My morals on children are simple. In no way will I ever make my children feel unwanted. My mom made me feel that way, once telling me she didn’t want a girl, because “she knew how cruel the world was to women” but it still hurt. She once was so upset at me for I’m not even sure what, not living up to her expectations, she told me, “I could get rid of you and make another”. I never wanted my children to feel unloved or unwanted. Now having a child with someone I wasn’t married to, while I was 19, in college. I could love that child to the end of time. Yet in the back of their head they would know. If I gave it up, they would know they weren’t wanted. My ex wanted me to have the baby and just give it to him and his mom. They would know. Also there was no way I could do that.
Denial was a strong emotion. I figured I was only a couple of weeks along. So I had headed to my closest planned parenthood. He didn’t like it. But he would help me get rid of it. Despite his faults, he at least respected my choice. I didn’t put any insurance down. My parents would still get the bill, even if I was over 18. I was terrified of them being upset or disowning me.
If I was only a couple weeks along it would be a pill process. I had helped my friend go through the process after they were sexually assaulted. Seemed easy. Was only a 200 dollar process. When I was in the chair, getting my ultra sound done there was a slight issue. I was 4 months along. They didn’t have a doctor that day. They couldn’t preform the abortion. Shock, fear, and sadness. I was in fight or flight. I was very skinny. I maybe looked bloated but not pregnant. I was a mess. I waited out in a special waiting room where a lovely nurse gave me a box of tissues and papers on what to do next. She circled where the places near me could preform an abortion that late. I told her so many times, “I cannot have this baby”.
You figure this is an expensive process but you don’t realize it until you pay everything out of pocket. 200 dollars for them to tell me they can’t do anything. My boyfriend and I were running out of money. But I had a week before it became illegal. I needed this thing out of me. I couldn’t go through with it. I didn’t want a baby. I live in the state of Illinois. When I called a clinic that could get me in they told me of a wonderful resource to help pay for it. I still couldn’t find a way to tell my parents. So I couldn’t bill my insurance.
Really quick, if you or someone you know needs help, please contact:
They were so sweet and they helped me so much, even if you don’t live in Illinois they will still try to help. Back to the story.
I went to Hope’s Clinic. They border Missouri. October 7th was my appointment date. It was a two day procedure, my boyfriend’s mom got us a hotel. She regretted her abortion so it meant I was terrible and shouldn’t get one. But she did it for him. The sooner I had it done the sooner I was out of both their lives. She wanted me gone. Fine with me. She was terrible, a terrible mother, and just a terrible woman.
First day of the procedure I walked in with my boyfriend. There was protesters outside, but with a man at my side they left me alone. I was one of the first appointments of the day. Still pretty late enough where I had lunch, subway. I can no longer eat the fast food chain. I even lost the ability to eat sandwiches sometimes. They had a security person up before you could walk in. She checked our ids then let us in. It was going to be a long day. My boyfriend met up with a friend who lived in St. Louis which was right over a bridge. However I had a long day ahead of me.
I met first with a counselor. It was a routine check, they had one at planned parenthood. Asking me if I was okay with the decision and it was okay if I walked out. Asked if anyone was forcing me. I obviously said no. It was the first person that made me feel totally confident in what I was doing. She gave me a book that talked about what the process looked like afterwards. The guilt or shame, how to deal with it. She made me feel I was making the best decision, which I knew already. It was good to know that someone finally agreed with me.
Then I was back in a chair while they tried the ultra sound again. I made a joke to ease the tension, “well I know it’s mine because it’s being stubborn”, which was true. They had to find it but it kept moving. It was hiding. I had two nurses, and a doctor try to find it. They knew it gender it was. They asked if I wanted to know. Which I said no. A nurse made the mistake of calling it a him. Which I’m not sure if it was actually true. But I don’t know what I want to say.
I got one last ask if this was what I wanted. Without hesitation I answered yes. Then with one shot in my stomach/uterus area inside was dead. I wasn’t done with the appointment though. I couldn’t just simply pass it. They had to take it out if not, it was going to be an issue for me. I had to get dilated so it could be taken out. I wasn’t knocked out or given any pain meds. They clipped little things inside of me, several. Sorry if I’m not descriptive enough. All I remember was putting a brave face on and squeezing the nurse hand. Who told me that I could go as hard as I needed to, which I did. It was so painful. It maybe took 5 minutes but it felt like hours. When it was finally done. I was sent on my way with thick pads and pain meds that I could only take a little every hour.
I was still in college. I told my professors I had a doctors procedure, they didn’t press further they just gave me the homework. They didn’t ask for a note. I wonder if they knew secretly or had a suspicion. While I was sitting in the hotel room with my boyfriend with a very strict no sex policy, which is a if they have to ask they had it happen. I was doing my class work and homework. While cramping worst then ever, like all my periods were coming to attack me at once. They never said it was pretty.
The next morning I was there before anyone else. I thought I would be fine since it was so early that I didn’t ask to be walked in. I was swarmed with protesters. Little did they know they were too late. The clump of cells they claimed to love was dead. They swore they had a nurse with them I could talk to. Not sure why she was here on a Friday morning. Doesn’t she have work? They tried to do things. I felt weird, I was the story they used as a scare tactic. What I did is now illegal in many states after roe v wade was overturned. The clinic I went to would be shut down. Everyone who helped me get better would be in jail.
Now back in the clinic I was on a time crunch. There was a time to everything, had to be perfectly timed. They gave me so many saltine crackers, water, heating packs. I wasn’t allowed to eat beforehand. They stuck two Xanax’s on either side of my gums letting them slowly dissolve as I was aware but I couldn’t feel anything. I couldn’t tell you what happened besides I couldn’t see anything. I was high as a kite.
Then it was over. They put me back in the special waiting room. They needed to watch me. Make sure I was recovering well. They put the heating pads everywhere I ate so many saltines, drank so much water. I do remember a girl, probably the same age as me, sitting next to me. I hope she recovered well. She looked nervous looking at me. I don’t blame her. I didn’t look good, I did feel good though. Like a weight had been lifted off of me. I was sent on my way after I was all good. I had a 6 hour drive ahead of me and I slept the whole way through.
When we finally got into town. All I wanted was Wendy’s nuggets and a frosty to dip them in. That’s what I got, I ate it when I got back to my dorm room. Fell asleep. At one point a friend of mine came in to just watch over me. The one who had gone through it. They just did their homework and was there if I needed anyone.
My boyfriend and I officially broke up after that. He was kind and took me to go get my first tattoo. That was the last time we had sex, was after that. I never talked to him again and he didn’t want to.
After the procedure, I bleed through my favorite pair of jeans, had to wear a sports bra because I was leaking milk. Which is something I wasn’t expecting. I healed nicely and later I was doing better.
I was still scared to tell my parents but I did tell my doctor. She has seen me through it all and she was like mother figure to me. Telling her was great and like a weight lifted off my shoulder since I was scared to tell any other “adult” in my life. She gave me some solid advice on getting over my ex and told me that he was a jerk and wasn’t worth anything. That I would find better.
I came out as bisexual to my friends. I met an amazing man who has treated me so amazing. I did end up telling my mother. Who held onto me and thanked me for telling her that. I also told my dad. This was a year after it happened. I was finally ready. She understood I needed time.
I wonder now how I would react to having children now. Is the reason that I can’t look at kids for too long because denial is such a strong emotion and I think I’m protecting myself? I guess it’s just proof I’m not ready, I made the best decision.
If anyone you know would benefit from this story please share it.
I’m also down to answer any questions you might have. Stay safe out there and thank you for reading my story.
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k t h ➳ chocolate chip brownies ☼
[17:40] now playing: he’s my baby - noire
[warning] mommy kink, cg/l, rimjob, pegging, little!taehyung x amateurcaregiver!reader
2nd person // 3.2k words
[a/n] I was originally gonna post taeyong but it’s my baby’s birthday so I’ll post him later ;)
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you were never fond of children. they yell, cry, scream, throw tantrums, and take up all of your attention. they are just too much to handle - which is why you don't have any.
your friend, hyuna, knows this very well. yet, out of all people, she goes to you for help with her daycare.
"pleeaassee?" she begs on the other end of the phone. you sighed. "no, hyuna." you said for the 3rd time. but she wasn't giving up. "come on, y/n. I just got a new boy. he's super sweet and cute and funny." she emphasizes the adjectives, trying to bait you into her trap.
"and?" you ask, tapping your foot against the wooden floor. "trust me, you'll love him." she assures. "plus, I'll be making my famous chocolate chip brownies." fuck. she'd pulled out the I'll-make-you-some-brownies card. clever girl.
you groaned. "fine!" hyuna cheers and does a victory dance, thanking you over and over again. you shake your head at her silliness, giving her a farewell and promising her you'll be there shortly.
it didn't take long for you get dressed and head out the door. you thought the 15-minute drive would be enough for you to mentally prepare yourself for obnoxious children, but you were horribly mistaken.
you walked up to your friend's house, the sole of your shoes tapping against the concrete. not even 2 seconds after you rang the doorbell, loud footsteps could be heard tumbling down the stairs. sounding like a heard of rhinos.
the doorknob jiggled and a short brunette gave you a welcoming smile. she wore a cupcake onesie, beaded bracelets, and a pair of lace cat ears rested on her head. but she was definitely not a child. she looked to be in her late teens.
"hi! I'm ariana, but you can call me cat." she introduced herself in a very enthusiastic tone, waving a lollipop in her hand. you had a stunned expression as you looked down at the little girl. before you could answer, hyuna started scolding her. "cat, what have I told you about talking to strangers?"
cat looks down at the ground. "not to do it." she mumbled against her watermelon flavored lollipop. "that's right. but I'll let you off the hook this time since it just y/n." hyuna gave a playful grin. you mouth still hung open as you watched your friend pat the oversized toddler on the head.
"come in, and close your mouth."
cat giggled as you stepped inside hyuna's living room, where three girls were snuggling on the couch, watching finding nemo. it was awfully quieter than you expected. there were no screaming children running around chasing each other or throwing toys.
"um... where are the kids?" you manage to ask, only to get a loud cackle. "right here, silly." she motioned towards the girls on the couch. "girls, say hi to y/n." three heads popped out and waved cheerfully. "hi, y/n!" you waved awkwardly before they turned their attention back to the movie.
"hyuna, can I talk to you for a second?" you said through your teeth, doing an awful job at hiding your anger. she hummed and led you to the kitchen where the brownie ingredients lined up neatly on the counter. "what's up?" she asked, obliviously. "what's up? what's up?! you not telling me that you babysit teenagers is what's up!" you shouted. "they're not all teenagers." she defends. "whatever." you shot back then rubbed your temples. "look, I don't care that you take of littles, that's gucci, but a heads up would've been nice."
she was about to respond when a loud 'thud!' was heard from upstairs, following by whining.
"taehyung!" she gasps and runs up the stairs faster than you could blink. you dig into your bag and opened a bottle of advil, taking some tap water and swallowing two pills before following your troublesome friend. gotta prepare for a headache.
you followed the soft hiccups to the guest room. both of the comforter and sheets and one of the pillows were thrown onto the floor, not far from the culprit who was crying in pain. "what happened?" hyuna said, kneeling beside the boy, lifting his head to reveal his red, tear-stained face.
his light brunette hair draped over his forehead, almost covering his eyes. his plump lips formed into a pout. his sobs were reduced to light sniffles. "I fell off the bed..." he whined in a voice deeper than you can comprehend.
hyuna embraced him in a warm hug, rubbing his back as you stood there awkwardly. "oh, noona, who's this?" he said when he peered over her shoulder, with a big boxy smile that made his eyes disappear. she glanced at you momentarily. "this is my friend, y/n."
he stared at you in awe. in his eyes, you were absolutely gorgeous. "h-hi." he said cutely and tugged on hyuna's sleeve. "noona, does she like little boys?" he whispered. she looks at you and smirks. "maybe." she says and laughs at your dumbfounded look.
"are you gonna make the brownies or what?" you said, changing the topic. taehyung instantly jumps to his feet and claps. "BROWNIES! I LOVE BROWNIES!" you mentally cringe at his sudden outburst but laugh. "me too, kid. which is exactly why hyuna should make them right now." she rolls her eyes and makes her way downstairs, leaving you with a victorious smile.
taehyung followed closely behind you, picking up your vanilla scented body spray. "since you guys want them so bad, you're going to help me." she says, pushing the mixing bowl in front of you. "y/n, keep a close eye on tae." she whispered. taehyung had poor cooking skills. from burning waffles to forgetting to remove the plastic off the chicken; he's banned from stepping foot on the tile floor. poor thing.
but today was an exemption after noticing his little crush. he was practically all over you, trying to touch you and smell your delicious perfume. but you were too distracted by making damn brownies to notice. "y/n?" he says softly, loving the way your name slipped off his tongue so smoothly.
"yes?"
"c-can I help you?"
hyuna grinned at the boy's shy attempt at getting your attention. he's normally very outgoing and can talk to anyone. so seeing him so flustered next to you was amusing. "sure. crack this egg for me." you hand him a large egg and tae giggled when he felt your delicate fingers brush against his.
but he felt a lot of pressure as you watched him line up the egg to the side of the bowl, knowing that he's very clumsy. he wanted to show you that he's a big boy.
although it backfired when he cracked the egg with too much force and yolk spilled out all over his hand and onto the counter. you couldn't hold in your laughter—or wheezing—after seeing his disbelief. tears formed in the corners of his eyes because not only were eggshells digging into his palm, but he had embarrassed himself in front of you.
"oh, god bless your heart." hyuna chuckled, handing him a towel. "I'm sorry." he said softly, avoiding your gaze. "it's okay, tae." you assured and he tried to hide the rectangular smile but failed miserably. cute.
after the brownies were done, you, hyuna, tae, and the other 4 girls (cat, nancy, momo, and joy) sat together and watched Aladdin. singing along to all of the songs and laughing at the goofy characters.
taehyung sat uncomfortably next to you, not sure if he could rest his head on your shoulder or hold your hand during the sad parts. hyuna noticed him glancing at you and gave him an assuring nod. slowly, tae leaned against you, laying his head in the curve of your shoulder. you froze but soon got comfortable.
once the movie was over, most of you were asleep, including tae. even hyuna was dozing off as momo and cat trapped her in a cuddle sandwich. you lightly push taehyung off of you, replacing your shoulder with a pillow and cautiously stepped over joy and nancy.
you grabbed your mini backpack and your friend mumbled a goodbye before going back to sleep. you smiled at them before grabbing your keys. taehyung's eyes fluttered open when he heard the front door close, a few tears running along his face once he noticed your absence.
"y/n...?"
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the next day, taehyung, momo, and joy were in the living room. (nancy wasn't there because her caregiver came home early from work and cat had adulting to do.) momo and joy were playing barbie together, twirling the plastic dolls around and brushing their hair. tae loved playing barbie, even though he gets teased for it. but today he had collapsed on the couch.
"what's wrong taehyungie?" joy asks, still brushing the dolls hair. "he's upset because he can't find a mommy." momo chimes in, smiling devilishly. taehyung whimpers, digging his face into a pillow. "awe, it's okay. you'll find a mommy one day." joy says comfortingly but momo scoffs. "no he won't. there aren't any mommies looking for a baby boy, only baby girls."
he let out a small, silent sob, knowing that she was right. no mommy wants a baby boy, especially him. "you should just get a daddy." momo suggests. he lifts his head from the pillow, glaring at her with red, puffy eyes. "I don't want a daddy. I want a mommy."
"are you sure?"
"yes!"
taehyung's skin was boiling, his face glowing red, while momo still had that stupid look on her face. "why not? you already act pretty gay." his vision became blurry as cold liquid spilled onto the pillow. "shut up!"
"make me."
those were the last two words she said before a ken doll was thrown at her face.
she screamed as the hard plastic came in contact with the side of her cheek. tae immediately regretted it and joy was at a loss for words when hyuna came and found them. "what happened?!"
that's when he started wailing.
"I miss y/n!"
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to say that you were pissed at the fact that your friend called you at 11 in the morning, stating that a screaming taehyung is begging for you, would be an understatement. you nearly slammed her front door when you walked in but you were immediately melted into taehyung's touch.
he clung onto you for dear life, digging his head into the crook of your neck, rubbing his tears on you.
"y/n, I-I'm sorry. I j-just like you s-so m-much and I feel safe wi-th you and I wanna be with y-you all the time." he hiccups against your shoulder, running his fingers along your soft hair.
you were at a loss for words as the younger boy confessed his feelings towards you; not sure how to feel. instead, you just hesitantly pat his back.
"please don't hate me." he mumbled against the cotton material of your shirt he had soaked with his emotions. his warmth sinking into your chest, making your heart melt. "baby boy, I don't hate you," you said softly into his hair. he beamed at your response, smiling brightly. "I love you."
"mommy loves you too."
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fast forward to 3 months later, you both rested on the couch. bodies intertwined like vines as you stroked his hair, which has now grown into a weird, surprisingly attractive mullet.
you both just laid there, listening to each other slow, steady breaths. taehyung was on top of you, face pressed up against your boobs. "just listening to your heartbeat," he says. yeah right. naughty boy.
the comforting silence was interrupted by his low, thoughtful voice. "mommy..."
"yes, baby?"
"I think I'm ready." that sentence makes your eyes pop open at a slightly anxious tae. you knew exactly what he was talking about. he was talking about a specific topic that had been brushed aside for months. he wanted to have sex.
"are you sure?" you looked into his deep, coffee brown eyes, searching for any trace of doubt. his face was centimeters from yours, allowing you to scan through his unique features. from his uneven eyes to the cute little mole on his nose. "yes, mommy. I'm sure."
he took a silent, deep breath. "I want you to fuck me, mommy. right now." he rested his forehead onto yours, your noses lightly brushing each other.
needless to say, you were shocked. never have you heard such foul language spill from his pretty lips. "are you clean?" he nodded his head and hummed a quick "mm-hm." his eyes once again burned into yours, but something was different. his coffee brown eyes have been filled with a sweet, rich creamer—known as lust. it swirled throughout his irises, washing out most of his purity.
"wait for me in the bedroom; naked and on all fours."
excitement and arousal boiled in his belly as he went upstairs and stripped himself from his clothes. his cock already bulging out of his boxers. the perspective you had was cunning. his cute ass on display just like his mommy told him. he even got the lube out for you.
you removed your tank top and shorts. "you're such a good little boy, taehyung." you cooed as you massaged his ass, planting a quick peck on his lower back. "only for you, mommy." he let out a small whine when he felt your hands rub down to his thighs, dangerously close to his erection. "I'm your good boy."
"that's right," you grinned. "and mommy is gonna make her good boy feel good." you spread his ass and hovered your mouth over his tight, virgin hole. "please," he whimpered. not wanting to keep your baby waiting, you softly kiss his hole. taehyung responds with a slight shudder.
"feel good?"
"yes, mommy. give me more."
taehyung arches his back as you kitten lick him and occasionally slip your tongue into his entrance. his sweet moans overpowered every other noise surrounding you, causing heat to rush into your core. the sheets have already been ruined by his leaking cock. you smirk. "flip over, kitten. I wanna see your precious face as I fuck you for the first time."
kitten...
that was a new one. you usually stuck with "baby" and "baby boy"—the more soft nicknames. the word kitten itself was completely innocent to the normal, vanilla human being, but for both of you, it was a guilty pleasure. it made tae feel owned while it gave you authority. you fucking loved it.
once tae was on his back, his face glowed with a fluorescent bronze shade that made him look like he was made of gold (thank you sun!). you grabbed the bottle of lube and generously poured it onto your fingers. he sucked on his lip impatiently.
"safeword?" you ask, playing with the lubricant on your fingers. he thought for a moment and searched the room before smiling. "van gogh." you return the grin and start slowly alining your fingers with his hole. his walls clenched when he felt the cold liquid drip onto his entrance, whimpering as you carefully push one finger into him. you watched as his face contorted at the weird feeling.
"it'll start to feel good, I promise," you assured as you dripped more lube onto your fingers. he grabbed your hand and let out a soft whimper. your finger explored his walls until you came across a special spot that made tae tighten his grip on your hand and yell out in pleasure. "FUCK, MOMMY!"
his moans increase in volume when you slip in another finger. his free hand slides up his torso to brush against his nipple. with your fingers still inside him, you grab his hard member and start slowly pumping him. "hows my kitten doing?" you ask, looking into his glassy eyes. "g-good." he moans. "please go faster."
"anything for my baby." you move your hand faster and push your fingers deep inside him. which made him started thrusting in your hand for more friction. his teeth sunk into his lip to catch his lewd moans.
he looked so beautiful. his eyes shut tight, his plump lips in between his teeth, his cock leaking onto your hand. the fact that you are the first person to see him in such an impure state had your stomach burning.
you stopped abusing his hole and he whined as you slipped your fingers out. "are you ready for mommy's cock?" his eyes instantly lit up and he shook his head. "yes, mommy. I want you to fill me up and make me cum." those words sounded so sweet and innocent coming from him, it drove you insane.
you wasted no time fetching the strap on that's been sitting in your closet for a good 3 months. taehyung practically drooled when he saw you putting on. his dick twitch with excitement and he brushed his fingers over his entrance.
you smiled at him fingering himself, feeling extra confident. "how many times how you touched yourself to the thought of mommy's big dick inside of you?" he mutter a quick response that was drowned out by a moan. "I'm sorry what was that?"
"a-a lot..." his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink at his confession.
"spread your legs, baby." you commanded and he quickly obeyed; spreading his legs embarrassingly wide. he shifted impatiently as you brushed the tip of the dildo against his entrance.
slowly, you pushed past his entrance. taehyung whimpered as his walls stretched inside of him while his hands gripped tightly onto the sheets. his radiant skin was now covered with small beads of sweat, adding to the illusion of his gold-like skin. such a beautiful little boy.
"do you want me to be rough or soft, baby boy?" you asked sweetly while groping his thigh. he made eye contact for a quick moment and you already knew what he wanted. "rough, mommy. make me scream." he exhaled and you instantly felt you core heat up.
you licked your lips hungrily before pulling your hips back and slamming them against taehyung's ass. a very lewd moan fills the room. hopefully you closed the windows... (ʇ'upıp noʎ)
again, you thrust into him, slapping your skin onto him. his cries of pleasure began to increase. he cupped his hand around his sensitive dick but you shooed his hands away. "no touching."
"c-can I touch you, m-mommy?"
"of course."
not another second passed before he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down into a big, bear hug. the position made it easier hit his prostate. however, his whines now muffled against the crook of your neck.
"mommy, may I cum?" he whimpered into your neck, lightly pecking and licking your sweet spot. "yes, baby. cum for mommy." soon, white liquid covered both of your stomachs. you start to pull out but tae pulls you back down. "mommy, stay with me." he snuggled against your skin and sucked on your collarbone.
"baby boy. mommy needs to clean up so she can make dinner."
"but mommy... I don't want dinner. may I eat something else?" he looked at you with big, twinkling eyes. how the fuck does manage to be so dirty yet so innocent???
"why, of course."
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*Taps mic* Is this thing on? Okay, I know it's been AGES since I blessed your dashboards with new content, but listen... Shit happens, okay? This is my submission to @nahimjustfeelingit-writes Smut Challenge. And in the words of the great Erykah Badu, keep in mind that I'm an artist, & I'm sensitive about my shit. Enjoy!
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“The story you 'bout to hear is complete fiction
It is however made up of a group of stories
True stories about real people
Thus creating real characters going through real things
Thus making the story itself real, true, and a real story, a true story
Is non-fiction…”
Non-Fiction x Ne-Yo
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“Wait a damn minute! He did what?!” Alexandria screeched, nearly choking on the smoke of the freshly pearled blunt she’d rolled. Her eyes were wide with excitement and mild disbelief at what I had just told her.
“You heard me, bitch,” I replied, sipping my glass of wine. This was girl’s weekend and what better way to kick it off than spilling the details of the day’s freaky deeky adventure.
“How the fuck did that even happen?” Kenya inquired, crossing the threshold to the kitchen. I smirked, biting my lip at the memory of what had happened only a few hours prior.
“Chill out,” I giggled. “I’ll start from the beginning…”
**
The day started like any other. After my morning meditation and journal session, I grabbed my phone, smiling wide at a particularly generous tip on my latest CamSoda release. Public masturbation was the theme this week and everyone seemed to love the clip of me in the back of the music hall, including my music professor.
“Thank you, Dr. Turner,” I said aloud as I ventured to my bathroom to begin my skincare routine. Once my face and body were squeaky clean, I slid over to my perfume wall to pick the day’s scent.
“Champagne Toast or Sunrise Woods?” I mused before settling on the Sunrise Woods. I’d picked it up during my latest mall adventure. Upon smelling it, I fell in love with the way the sandalwood and cashmere notes complimented my mocha skin as well as the way it layered with my cocoa vanilla shea butter. For it to be a Bath & Body Work scent, the combination was very grown and sexy. I then slid over to my closet to pick the day’s outfit. I was working from the office today so I needed something that was sexy, but still professional. I decided on a white mid-length blouse with a black pencil skirt and sheer black thigh highs with my favorite pair of So Kates.
The commute to work was surprisingly short, given the amount of traffic on the freeway. I parked in my usual spot and made my way to our shared office suite.
“Good morning, Ms. Baptiste. You look stunning as usual.”
“Thank you, Mr. Stevens,” I replied in the sweetest voice. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll have your schedule ready.”
“Take your time,” he replied, his voice laced with mild seduction. “I have something to handle before I get my morning started.”
“That sounds nasty, but I’m gonna let you have it,” I said with a chuckle. “Did you still want me to organize your email inbox?”
“Would you please? Every time I try, I get overwhelmed and frustrated and shut down the whole damn system,” he admits.
“No problem, I can get started on that right now. Would you mind bringing me a coffee since it looks like you were headed down to Starbucks?”
“Sure, caramel macchiato, right?”
“Look at my boss, remembering what I like! You get brownie points for that, Mr. Stevens.”
He huffed a laugh before turning on his heels to leave the suite. After compiling his schedule and sitting it on his desk, I began the gruesome task of organizing his emails. I compiled everything into folders based on importance and was about to click off before another tab caught my attention.
“What is this?” I ask aloud, clicking the folder. My eyes grew to the size of saucers when I saw the contents.
**
“So you are a freak.”
I lift my eyes slowly to meet his gaze. How he managed to get to Starbucks and back so fast is beyond me, but here he was standing in front of my desk.
“Did you like what you saw in the video, Ms. Baptiste?” he asked, seeming to stare directly into my soul.
I nodded as he began stripping out of his suit jacket and tie.
“Good, because I wanna see if you can do better.”
He casually strolls to my side of the desk, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal the most beautiful body I had ever seen. Each ab was perfectly sculpted and riddled with intricately placed crocodile scars. When he was within arm's length, I reached out to touch, rubbing my hands along each scar. The sensation was electrifying. He grabbed my hand, sliding it down to the growing bulge in his pants, licking his lips when he noticed my mouth watering.
“Wanna taste?”
“Yes Daddy,” I moan.
“Good girl. Pull him out.”
I wasted no time undoing his belt, taking his dick as far back as my throat would allow. The moan I got in return sent the blood rushing to the apex of my thighs. He was bigger than I was used to, but that didn’t faze me as I continued to lick and slurp.
“So how do you wanna do this, baby girl? You wanna be cute and suck this dick like a lady, or can I fuck that face like the slut I know you are.”
I pulled off with a pop, lifting my head to meet his gaze.
“First of all, I’m a Princess and you will address me as such. Second of all, I’ll take the face fucking for $500 Alex.”
He grins slyly before his hand fisted my hair, using that as leverage to fuck my face at a ferocious pace. Spit dripped down my chin and onto my shirt as he pushed past my gag reflex. I groan, sliding my hand between my legs to ease the pressure building at my core.
“Who told you to touch my pussy?” he growls softly.
“N-Nobody, Daddy,” I whine, stroking his balls with my free hand.
“But you're doing it anyway. Disobedient little girl,” he chuckled darkly. “So how are you gonna make it up to me?”
Before I could answer, a shrill voice caught my attention.
“Lyric!”
My head whipped around at the sound of my name. I didn’t even realize that I had disassociated until I saw Ariana standing in front of me with her hands on her exceptionally wide hips.
“Huh?” I answered after realizing where I was.
“I asked of Mr. Stevens was back in his office. He and I have some things to discuss regarding my internship.”
“Oh yeah, he’s in there. Give me a second and I’ll let him know you’re here.”
She nodded as I walked to the adjacent door.
“Mr. Stevens, Ariana is here to see you. Umm, quick question.. Did you ever bring me my coffee?”
He blinked, before flashing an innocent smile. “You got your coffee three hours ago, Ms. Baptiste. It’s about time for your lunch break isn’t it?”
I checked the time and sure enough, it was 12:30 in the afternoon. Had I really been watching his homemade porn for 3 hours?
What the hell? I thought to myself, trying to wrap my mind around what the fuck was happening and whether or not I was losing my damn mind. He seemed to notice my struggle as he leaned forward on his elbows.
“You aight?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.
I nodded quickly, smoothing my hands down my skirt. “Yes I’m fine, I opened the window to let in a little fresh air and it must've gotten too hot in my office. I’ll see you in an hour.”
“See you then, Lyric. You can send Ms. Banks in.”
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There’s something so hot about doing something spicy where you really shouldn’t be doing it. After finishing my lunch, I made my way down to the employee parking lot. I pulled up the CamSoda app, opting to go live instead of filming a regular video.
“Who wants to see their goddess masturbating on her lunch break?” I asked seductively, pulling my rose toy from my bag. Once the video had a substantial amount of views, I began the show.
“Oooh fuck,” I moaned as the vibrator sucked my clit with precision. With one leg propped on my console and the other on my dashboard, I went to town on myself, occasionally looking around to make sure no one important could see. I imagined that the toy was Erik’s tongue, licking and sucking until there was nothing left. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I remembered one of the videos in the hidden folder. He had one of the other interns bent over his desk while he stroked her pussy with a vengeance.
“Oh shit, I’m about to cum,” I moaned, burying my face in my hair as my orgasm began to build. I squirmed and bucked against the seat and was just about to squirt when I heard a knock on my window. I opened my eyes to see Mr. Stevens staring back at me with a stern look on his face.
“Aww fuck,” I said readjusting my clothes. “Gotta cut this one short, babies. Love you guys!” I blew a kiss at the screen before ending the steam. I tucked the toy back into my bag and stepped out of the car, looking down at the pavement sheepishly.
“My office, 5 minutes,” was all he said before walking away.
“Mr. Stevens!” I called after him but he just kept walking. “Man damn!” I cursed loudly as I followed him. When I made it to our shared suite, I noticed that his office door was closed. I sat my purse on my desk before knocking softly.
“Mr. Stevens?”
“Come in, Lyric.”
I stepped into his office and before I could think, the words began flowing like diarrhea.
“Mr. Stevens, I’m so sorry. Please don’t fire me. It was a stupid mistake and I promise it’ll never happen again.”
He looks up from the legal pad that he had been writing on, twirling a pen between his hands.
“Ms. Baptiste I’ve only said two words to you. Calm down.”
I nodded, sitting down in the chair across from his desk to collect myself. I stared at the floor awaiting my punishment.
“Look at me.” His tone was soft, but his voice was stern. I bit my lip before lifting my head to meet his gaze.
“We’re both grown, Ms. Baptiste. So be honest with me, that’s not the first time you’ve done something like that, is it?”
I sighed softly. “No.”
“How many times have you done it before?”
“Four.”
“So you’ve recorded yourself masturbating on my time in my parking lot four times, correct?” he repeats, almost tauntingly.
“Yes, Mr. Stevens. But--” he puts a hand up to stop me from continuing.
“Do you think of me when you touch yourself, Ms. Baptiste?”
My mind went blank as I stared back at him. He simply chuckled before continuing.
“You know,” he said, scooting back from the desk. “If you’re gonna show the internet how wet your pussy gets from thinking about me, at least invite me so I can show them how messy she can really get.”
I’m sorry, what?
“O-Oh... I .. Umm,” I stuttered, watching him.
“C’mere,” he instructs. I comply, moving to sit on top of his desk.
“Thinking about me fucking you the way I fuck the girls in those videos gets you wet, huh?” He asked, sliding his hands up my thighs as he placed his body between my legs. My words were dead in my throat so I could only nod, but he understood.
“Tell me how bad you want it,” he said, stroking my still throbbing pussy through my panties.
“I want it bad,” I replied in a needy tone. In a flash, my panties were pulled to the side and he was stroking me like a prisoner fresh out of a 20-year stint. My moans were loud and uncontrollable, but that didn’t stop him.
“You never answered my question, Lyric,” he teased, licking the shell of my ear. “Do you think about me when you touch yourself?”
“Yeeesss,” I moaned, digging my nails in his thigh as he plunged deeper.
“You've been dreaming of the day I fucked you, huh? You've been wanting this dick bad, haven’t you?”
Why do men feel the need to ask questions when they’re tap-dancing on your g-spot? As if the answers they’re going to receive will be coherent or make sense. My pussy answered for me, sending a wave of juices down both of our thighs.
“Gushy ass, fat ass pussy,” he growled, sliding his hand up my body to grip my throat.
“Oh shit!” I screamed as I squirted, successfully wetting his entire lower half.
“Oh she’s a Super Soaker,” he laughed. “Do it again.”
He pulls out, slapping his dick on my clit, before diving back in.
“Eriiiiik!”
“Yeah, gimme that shit, Princess,” he encouraged, sending over the edge once more. Once his thrusts became erratic, I knew he was close.
“Where you want it, ma?”
I slid down off the desk and onto my knees, opening my mouth wide. He granted my wishes, releasing his thick load down my throat.
“Good fucking girl,” he moaned, smoothing his hand down the back of my head. I drank his unborns happily, before standing up to fix my skirt. He grabbed my chin, kissing me sloppily before pulling away.
“See you Monday, Ms. Baptiste.”
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Sweet Honey and Iced Tea (Part 1): Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader
synopsis: prequel to Lemonade. Your first brushes with the Fushiguro clan head aren't so beautiful or elegant. But they do leave some sort of impression.
wc: 2.1k (this got so long, I'll have to make part 2 tomorrow)
tw: drinking, drug use, violence
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"Get up," you mumble, looking at the little boy whining and clutching his scraped knee. "I said: Get. Up."
"Why did you push me?" he cries out, tears in his emerald eyes. "I didn't even do nothin'!"
"You're a baby, Fushiguro," you answer, placing your chin in the palm of your hand. "You need to grow up."
"You need to stop being a bully," he gripes, and you stand from the sidewalk, rolling your eyes.
"We don't get brownie points for being nice to each other," you retort, kicking your leg out at him but missing. "One day, you'll be the Fushiguro clan head, and I'll be the L/N clan head. We won't be friends." With this, you walk away, stuffing your hands into your overall pockets and mumbling something about eight-year-olds who don't know what's good for them.
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Age 17 (9 Years Later)
"Y/n, a letter from your secret admirer." Your best friend, Gojo Satoru, hands you a folded-up piece of notebook paper, wiggling his white brows. You swiftly toss it at the bottom of your locker, sighing.
"If my boyfriend sees another letter, he's going to break up with me," you mutter. For three weeks, you'd been receiving letters from this "secret admirer" who - at first - claimed to be the better choice of partner, instead of the son of Principal Yaga. But as you slam the black locker closed, you know that these letters won't stop. So, you had to find the source and beat the shit out of them after school. It's the only way you're going to be able to salvage what meager romance you have with one of the five clan's sons.
You and Gojo walk down the hallways in silence, your hands full of your books, and you think of the prime suspects on the list: Nanami Kento, Yu Haibara, and Geto Suguru. But all three men are a class ahead of you, and you don't think any of them would dare to romance the eldest child of a prominent clan leader and not think they would be rebuffed. Especially since you're already preoccupied with--
A shove on your shoulder brings you back to the present, and you look up to see Toji Fushiguro and his friends passing by, some of them eyeing you with disdain. Your rival barely glances at you, but the person who bumped your shoulder - a girl - sneers at you.
"Watch where the fuck you're going, y/n." You stare at Fushiguro's flavor of the month, mouth curling up into a scowl.
"Yo, what the hell," Fushiguro snaps at the girl, pulling her around to face him. "Fuck you think you're doin', talking to L/n like that? Apologize." You look at the future head, and he nods at you, emerald eyes stern.
"Sorry," the girl mutters.
"No worries. I don't expect any less from one of Fushiguro's playthings," you retort, turning on your heel and walking off to class.
The rest of the day passes by in a blur, and you tap your pencil on the backside of your hand, watching the clock tick tick tick until the second-hand reaches the hour and the bells chime. You gather your things quickly, rushing over to your locker and shoving them in before grabbing your purse and beating it to the back of the school. Satoru stands off to the side of the brick building, glasses placed over his sensitive eyes, and Suguru hangs out next to him, smoking a joint.
"We can't smoke on school property," you remind him, but the senior waves you off, rolling his eyes. "Well, at least offer me a hit," you finish, and Suguru hands it to you before offering you a light.
"Satisfied, princess?" he jokes, and you inhale deeply, eyes scanning the blacktop before landing on a group of boys standing around in a huddle.
"What the hell are they doing?" you choke out, coughing as walking closer.
"Uh-uh," Geto stretches out his hand, stopping you. "It's the final step to initiation."
"For who?" No one answers you. As your vision gets a little clearer, you can see the boys fighting - no, jumping - a lone figure in the middle. A bloody face with emerald eyes looks in your direction, and you inhale sharply.
Fucking Fushiguro.
"Why are they beating the shit out of him like that?" Concern laces your tone involuntarily, but you already know the answer. If Fushiguro can stand the beating from his own associates, then he'll be able to withstand anything.
"Ah!" The sound of Toji's cry echoes around the blacktop and you flinch, the joint dropping from your hand. As Suguru leans down to pick it up, you cross your arms defensively, muttering,
"Get up. Get. Up."
But it's not like Toji can hear you now.
Or could he?
The moment he headbutts his nearest opponent, you clench your jaw, bracing yourself for his next move. And within a few minutes, he's beaten them all back, face bloody with a nasty cut decorating the right edge of his lips. Toji pushes past his associates and approaches the three of you slowly. You stiffen as he holds a blood-covered hand out to Geto, observing the minor interaction: the joint is passed to him, and Toji closes his eyes, taking a long drag before handing it back. As he walks past you, he exhales, holding your gaze until he passes directly by you and leaves the three of you behind.
"I wouldn't want to fuck with that kid in a one-on-one fight," Gojo mumbles, and Geto shakes his head, taking a drag of the joint.
"I don't think you'll ever have to."
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The next year, Toji returns from summer break with a new body, a new wardrobe, and a new coldness about him that stuns absolutely no one. Your first encounter with him is towards the end of the year, at lunch in the courtyard. His emerald eyes roll up to your face as you sit next to him.
"You've buffed out," you mention, handing him a rice cake from your bento box. "Steroids?"
"Reality," he grumbles, shoving half of the rice cake in his mouth. You lean back onto the bricks behind you, pursing your lips as he continues to consume the offering. You look at the scar that's formed on his lips, the mark paler than the rest of his skin. But it's healed well.
"It's hard to enjoy life, isn't it?" you whisper, and Toji shrugs, glancing up at the sky.
"I heard you broke up with little Yaga."
"I heard he got his ass beat when everyone found out why," you reply, chuckling.
"Yeah," Toji pipes up, his tongue fishing around his mouth. "Heard about that, too." You sigh, leaning your head back to look at the sky as well. "Why aren't you eating?" he asks, and you look over to see him frowning. "Not hungry?"
"No," you answer, sliding him the box. "Go ahead." Toji takes pieces of your shrimp tempura and eats them greedily, providing you with much-needed peace and quiet.
"You ever find out who your secret admirer was?" The notes come back to your memory, all of them dumped into the trashcan at the end of the year.
"No," you answer again, crossing your arms over your legs. "Thought it was..." you drift off, not sure what to say next.
"Shame," Toji laughs. "Would've loved to make fun of his ass for not just saying it outright."
"I don't blame him." You shrug, looking down at the blades of grass blowing in the wind. "Kind of hard to fess up to a girl who's virtually unapproachable."
"You really think that?"
"I know that." Silence.
"You're wrong," Toji states, just as the bells chime for the end of lunch. He stands, dusting his pants off and walking away from you without another word.
Your second encounter with him is at a house party celebrating the end of the school year.
The music is loud, and you're clad in skimpy clothing and attracting way too much attention. But with your girlfriends by your side and Gojo and Geto back from their first year of college, you feel safe nonetheless. You're standing in the kitchen when you see Toji walking through the house, eyes roaming over the crowd with displeasure.
When they land on you, though, his brows lift a little, then his lips part slightly as he raises a broad hand up to wave at you. You wave back, earning you a coo from a few of your friends, and then turn to see if Gojo and Geto see him. But they seem too wrapped up in getting a couple of senior girls to make out with them, so you turn back around, walking toward the lone Fushiguro and smiling widely.
"No crew?" you wonder, handing him your cup full of vodka. Toji takes it, sniffs it, then chugs it.
"I don't go out with them like that," he answers. "Just want to be alone tonight. What about you, unapproachable girl?" You roll your eyes at the nickname, and he taps the skin on your waist, walking into the kitchen. "What did you have?" You point at the Beluga Noble Gold, and he opens it, flicking off the cap and pouring some in your cup before chugging the rest of it.
"Toji--"
"All I want tonight is just to forget for a minute," he groans, hands running through his hair after he puts the bottle down. You sit your cup on the counter, seeing the stress on Toji's face and cupping it between your hands. You run a thumb over his scar and he flinches, but you don't let go.
"I can help with that," you offer, walking back into the living room where the lights are off and people are dancing to the rhythm of the song. Toji pulls you close in the darkness, his hands resting on your hips as you sway back and forth, still holding his face between your hands.
"Y/n, this year has been fucking hell," he breathes, and you nod, knowing both of you had gone through extensive training on picking up the clan's responsibilities in the light of his father dying and your father's health failing. "I can't sleep."
"I know," you reply, tucking your head into the space between his chest and neck. He brings one of your hands down from his face and onto his chest, where his heart beats rapidly. You both listen to the song in silence, letting the vodka work its magic and strip your senses of the fine-tuning they've been under for over sixteen years.
"I needed this," Toji finally exhales, and you look up at him curiously. "Vodka is really clearing up my head." You're about to reply when he moves your hand off of his chest and kisses your knuckles slowly, one by one.
"You're drunk," you whisper, chuckling and trying to pull your hand away. Toji grips it tighter, looking down at you and biting his bottom lip.
"Nope. Never been clearer-headed." He angles his head down and captures your lips with his, hands moving off your waist to hold your face. You lean into the kiss and finally feel something that you've only heard about but never actually felt: a spark.
"Fushiguro..." you moan into his mouth, and he pulls away, looking around for something. When he spots it, he grabs your hand and takes you up the stairs, throwing open a bedroom door. You see two people already making out on the bed, but Toji flicks on the light and grunts, "Out."
When the two girls see him, they scamper out of the room, and Toji turns to you, eyes roaming your face. "If you say no, I stop. We forget this ever happened."
"I'm not saying no," you retort, hands on your hips.
"Then fucking come here," he murmurs, pulling you into him again and flicking the light off. You close the door with your foot, leaning back onto it and letting Toji press both hands on either side of you while he kisses you deeply, hungrily.
"But it will be my... first time..." you whisper between kisses. Toji stops, pulling back.
"Really?"
"Uh-huh," you reply, staring into his bottomless eyes.
"I need to be super sober for this," he admits, wiping his face. "No, I can't do it. Not right now." You swallow hard, the aftertaste of the vodka now bitter. "We can cuddle if you want, but--" Toji breaks off, running a hand over your cheek. "Your first time is special. I want you to look back on it with no regrets." You nod, understanding his reasoning, then allowing him to lead you to the bed, where he spoons you from behind.
"We'll just sleep it off," you mumble, and Toji buries his face in your neck, encasing you in his strong arms.
"Yeah. We can decide what to do tomorrow. If that is, you still want to do anything."
"I think... I will..."
"We'll see."
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Coffee first?
Very late @aftgexchange gift for @rainbow-0bsidian
Here's a Coffee Shop AU featuring an evil autumn-colored crocheted nanna-rug. Hope you like it!
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"I don't even know why I'm letting you drag me into this. I have a paper due tomorrow." Jean says, tapping furiously into his laptop as if the excessive noise will make him go faster.
"Because the two of you need to go out more often! Unless you are, you know, like together, in which case-"
"Don't even finish that thought." Andrew threatens Dan from his place, smoking on the window.
Dan crosses her arms. She's in the middle of the room, where she can look at both men at the same time. The truth is, she knows they both have lives. Or sort of... But she doesn't want to go alone to meet the cute beefcake from the gym on her first date.
They've been eyeing each other for long enough without saying anything, that in the end, it had been Dan who proposed having coffee in her preferred place.
"Okay. I'm done." Jean announces, closing his laptop. "Move it, Minyard."
"I didn't sign myself to be her chaperon."
"And I'm not going to be their third wheel."
"Guys, come on! I never ask anything from either of you."
Both men turn to shot daggers at Dan. Technically, she spends most of the week asking things, but that is because she's the team's captain, and they're supposed to fall under her command.
"I'll buy you a slice of each cake," Dan says to Andrew. "And I'll help you finish your paper when we return." She adds to Jean. "Can we go now?"
Andrew shrugs before discarding his half-smoked cigarette. Dan feels immediate relief. She won't go alone. Her roommates will be there, and if everything goes to awful hell, she can always count on Allison and Renee to cry all night.
"How do I look?" Dan asks the men. She still has a few minutes to make last-minute changes.
Andrew swipes her from top to bottom and Jean from her shoes to her hair.
"Could be worse."
"Halloween is coming."
Dan feels her belly churning with dread. It must be the boots, or the sweater, or the hair. Or perhaps she overdid her makeup? What if-
"Wilds, no." Andrew breaks the silence. Dan turns to look at him. If she has to give the tiny man credit for something, is that he knows how to dress when he means it. She should've asked for his help. Or Jean.
Oh, for fuck's sake. She's so stupid! She also lives with a French, and she couldn't ask for advice. This Matt guy is turning her into a puddle of uselessness.
"I said no. Let's go." Andrew cuts in again and storms out of the door.
Dan sighs and goes out, ready to fail.
The way goes silent. Andrew and Jean occasionally type something on their phones. They are closer to each other than they are to Dan. Like real bodyguards. At least that gives Dan a bit of security.
She breathes in the chilly morning autumn air and pushes the door of the Fox Coffee Shop, already scanning the tables. There's no sign of her big man yet. She might have a few minutes to steel herself for the stunning view and relax before he-
"What are you doing? Don't leave me with her!" Jean scowls behind her. She turns on her heels to see Andrew leaving the coffee shop.
"Andrew! What are you doing? Andrew!"
Dan is finally thankful for choosing shoes she can run with. She is so worried about being left alone with the cute man that she doesn't pay attention to the sound of windows smashing at her back and hurries more to step in front of Andrew.
"We got a deal! What's wrong with you?"
Andrew only lifts a brow. It would've been enough to make Dan step aside if she didn't know him so well already, and she hadn't noticed the faint blush on his cheeks.
"Can we go back? I got a date."
"Go ahead. I don't." There's the faintest of inflections in the last part. Dan would've asked if she only had time. Right now, she wants her date to be perfect, and it's coming pretty bad from before the start.
"I'll also get you fancy ice cream when I'm done. Andrew, come on, I need you."
The man looks from Dan's face to the coffee shop at the back. His cheeks blush again.
"Is he worth it?"
"I'll never know if we don't meet."
"Chocolate fudge, rocky road, brownie, and cookie chips. Plus the cakes, and I reserve the right to stab him if he isn't worth it."
"Awesome. You're the best. Come on; he must be there."
Dan makes her way back to the coffee shop, feeling pounds lighter with Andrew going willingly behind her. However, the relief doesn't last long.
There's a crowd of people at the entrance of the place. Dan makes way for her and Andrew to see what's the source of the commotion. A million scenes cross her mind. All of them, except the one with Jean on the floor, cursing in angry French at a blond man who's pressing gauze to his forehead.
"I can't take care of that cut if you keep moving, you know?" The blond says.
"Leave my head alone and get rid of that stupid rug!" Jean protests.
Dan looks at the spot pointed by Jean. There's a crumpled autumn-colored crocheted nana-rug on the floor.
"As if it was the rug's fault that you can't see where you put your feet. Or your whole body, for that matter." Interjects a small man from aside. He gives a few steps to get close to the window that apparently, met Jean's head. "At least you hit with the wall and didn't break the window."
"Neil, can you go back to attending orders?" The blond man asks, still busy attending Jean.
At her back, Dan hears Andrew muttering "Neil" to himself.
"I'm not cleaning his blood." The man -Neil-, says as he goes back to the counter.
Dan doesn't pay any more attention to him and crouches beside Jean. "What happened?"
"I wanted to catch Andrew before he ran away and slipped with their stupid rug. Who puts a rug in the middle of a coffee shop?"
"I did; any problems?" Neil replies from the back of the counter.
"You are a problem!" Jean shouts at the same time that Andrew says it, already in front of Neil. The blush has extended from his cheeks to his ears.
"It's just an attitude problem," Neil says, quieter, only for Andrew to hear, but the whole shop is still silent with the commotion.
"I'll still solve you," Andrew says with a casual shrug that can fool anyone but Dan or Jean.
"At least buy something before."
The blond man. Jeremy reads his tag, just puts his head inside his hands. "This job is going to kill me."
At that moment, Dan can see the instant shuffle in Jean. When he sees the exhaustion in Jeremy, he also goes slack against the wall, all tension between him, the rug, and Neil instantly gone. "I'm sorry for causing you trouble, love. It's just- Andrew's impossible, and our girl Dan here is having her first date with a guy from the gym."
Dan can't think anymore. She doesn't even know what's going on. Jean and Jeremy are holding hands on the floor, and Andrew is having a heavy staring contest with Neil at the counter.
"Love?" Is all she can mutter.
"We've been dating for weeks. We didn't want to tell you because I thought you liked him." Jean says.
"I- What?"
"You come here so often that I thought you might come for me? It wouldn't be the first time. And I know it wouldn't be because of Neil; he doesn't seem your type." Jeremy explains.
Dan feels dumbfounded. Her knees are about to give up below here. This can't be happening.
"I come here because of the morning views, the warm lattes, the pecan pie, and the free Wi-Fi! And I have a fucking date with a super hot guy who's like seven feet of glorious muscle crowned with a perfect smile and the most hilarious sense of humor. Why would I even look at you? No offense, Jean, I can see the appeal."
"Do you think all that of me?" Asks a deep voice behind Dan.
"Fuck me now," Dan mutters to Jean's and Jeremy's entertainment.
"Uh... Thought we could have coffee first? But I can do that too if that's what you want. I mean, who wouldn't? You're like a goddess."
"I- Wh- So- Do you really think I'm a goddess?"
"Hell yeah, I've been wanting to ask you out since spring but thought like your friend's boyfriend that you were into him and I-"
"Shut up and kiss me."
Dan doesn't think as she talks and pulls Matt in for a kiss.
All her nerves melt as soon as their mouths meet. It's so much better than anything she had imagined. Not that she'd put too many thoughts into picturing herself with Matt, but it's everything she ever dreamt of and then some.
"You could do the same someday." Dan listens to Andrew deadpan to Neil. She bursts into laughter at the same time as Matt.
The kiss breaks, but their hands remain holding as they go to get their drinks and officially start their date.
It looks like this date won't be a total failure after all.
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Maybe a leafs gala, where a guy is constantly hitting on Amelia
A.N. Hi! I had a lot of fun writing this one. I got a little carried away with writing it so its a bit longer. I hope you like it though!!
Word Count: 4,325
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I walked out of mine and Auston’s bedroom into the kitchen, wearing a tight black cocktail dress. Auston whistled at me as I did a little turn to show off.
“You look hot babe,” he called out after he finished chewing his food.
“Thank you,” I blushed as I walked closer to him so I could rest my hand on his chest. The Leafs were hosting a Gala tonight and Auston had invited me as his guest. It was basically just one big charity event where we spent the evening trying to impress people and meeting fans. Auston had signed us up for the cocktail making so we were going to spend the evening stuck at a bar serving drinks.
“Oh my god Auston!” I exclaimed loudly as I noticed the eaten brownies from my pan on the counter.
“Huh?” he asked, looking up from my lips to my eyes.
“Did you eat my brownies?” I asked worriedly.
“Yeah they were really good,” Auston smiled softly in apology.
“Auston no! They were edibles,” I pulled away from him with a worried face.
“You just ate edibles, oh my god,” I repeated, lifting my hand up to cover my mouth.
“Fuck,” he swore as he reached his hand up to rub it through his hair.
“How could you not tell me you were making edibles,” Auston accused, pointing his hand at me, causing me to take a step back and putting a hand on my hip.
“They were for me!” I didn’t think you’d eat them right away,” I said using my hand to hide my smile.
“Amelia, I have to talk to so many important people tonight. How am I going to focus?”
“Okay, okay,” I said, trying to think of something useful. “Okay we're fine because I’m not high or going to be high so it'll be fine,” I said, reaching out to stop his pacing. He glanced at me with a thoughtful look.
“This may be a dumb idea but I think you should eat a brownie,” Auston said after a moment.
“What! I think that’s the worst thing I could do,” I said with a laugh.
“No c’mon hear me out, it'll be fun, will both be high and plus you'll be more relaxed when you're high,” Auston said as he cut a brownie out for me. Shaking my head I took it from his hand and looked down at it.
“More relaxed when I’m high?” I questioned putting my hand on my hip. His facial expression changed to an ‘oh shit’ face as he went to correct himself.
“I just mean that you tend to get nervous when you meet strangers. This will help you relax more,” he clarified.
“I guess it would be more fun to both be high,” I agreed, going to take a bite.
“Steph and Mitch will be here in fifteen minutes,” Auston said after he looked down at his phone. We had decided to take a limo to the red carpet together.
“Okay I just need to go grab my purse,” I told him, turning around to make my way back to our bedroom. When I made it over to where I kept my purses I looked through the one I wanted and added the different things I thought I might need. Eyedrops, money, lipstick and my ID. Double checking to make sure I had everything I made my way back out to the kitchen to the front door so I could slip my heels on.
“This is going to be one interesting night,” I told Auston as I pulled on my long coat that Auston was holding out for me.
“Thank you,” I smiled at him before leaning forward to press a quick kiss to his lips. He smiled against my lips as he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close.
“You look so beautiful babe,” he murmured as he pulled away. I blushed as I placed my hands on his chest and grabbed on to his suit jacket.
“And you look so handsome,” I told him softly. His ringer went off causing me to pull away completely so that he could check his phone.
“They are here, let's go down,” he mumbled, reaching out for the door. I walked over to where we kept Felix treats and grabbed one out to give to him. I then followed Auston out of the apartment and waited for him to lock the door.
“Is Freddie coming in the limo with us?” I asked as I pulled my phone out of my purse to see if I had any messages.
“Yeah I texted him he'll meet us at the limo,” he reassured me, wrapping his arm around me and leading me to the elevator. Auston stepped in and I stood close to him so that he was slightly behind me. As we began our descent the elevator stopped three floors below us and a man around our age walked onto the elevator. He very obviously checked me out causing Auston to pull me in close so that my back was against his chest and he was hugging me from behind.
“You guys on your way to the Leaf’s Gala?” he asked, causing the two of us to look towards him.
“Yeah man can’t be late y’know,” Auston answered him. The man nodded his head as he pulled his hands out of his pockets.
“I got a ticket last minute with some of my buddies. I’m pretty pumped,” he told us. I gave him a soft smile assuming he was a fan while Auston nodded his head.
“Yeah it’ll be great.”
As the guy went to respond the elevator doors opened arriving at our floor. Auston sent a wave and a see ya to the dude before leading me out of the elevator and over to the limo. He opened the door and let me in first before crawling in after me.
“Hi guys,” I smiled as I slipped into a seat next to Freddie and across from Steph and Mitch.
“Hey nice of you two to finally show up,” Freddie teased with a grin, causing us all to let out a laugh.
“Shut up, we were waiting on the elevator,” Auston said as he leaned back into his seat.
“Excuses Tony,” Mitch called out as he popped a champagne bottle. I let out a little squeal, surprised at the noise and everyone started laughing. I flushed red as I looked down at my phone.
“I heard the two of you are incharge of bartending tonight,” Steph said as she held her glass out to Mitch so that he would fill it. When he finished filling her he poured one for me and handed it over before moving onto the boys.
“Yeah so whenever you have a free moment come visit us. We're not supposed to leave the bar,” I told them.
“Mitch and I are incharge of the tickets. We have to walk around and try to sell them to people so I will definitely be coming by the bar,” she grinned at me.
“What about you FredEx, what do they have you doing?” Auston asked as he placed his hand on my thigh.
“I’m helping with the auction,” he responded, shrugging his shoulders. “I waited too long to sign up so they just told me what to do,” he continued. Auston had thankfully signed up right when the list came out and had gotten one of the best things we could do.
“Well cheers to the annual Leafs gala night. Hopefully this isn't just one big snooze fest,” Mitch said as he raised his glass in a cheer. I smiled as I glanced at Auston and raised my glass with them.
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“Amelia, you look lovely,” Arnye said as she pulled me into a hug. I smiled as I hugged her back.
“You do too,” I responded as we pulled apart. It was true Arnye was wearing a tight yellow dress with her hair pulled up and she looked absolutely stunning.
“Thank you so much for volunteering to bartend tonight. We have everything set up and there is a book on the counter that explains how to make any of the drinks if you are struggling,” she told us once she gained both of our attention.
“Thank you,” I smiled as I made my way around the corner to look at the book that they had provided. Auston slipped up behind me and rested his chin on my shoulder.
“Those look complicated,” Auston mumbled. I let out a giggle as I nodded my head.
“Yeah they do.”
“We got this,” Auston said, rubbing his hand up and down my back. I leaned into his touch as I felt myself relax. I straightened myself as I noticed someone starting to make their way to the bar.
“Hi, can I just have a Molson and whatever red wine you guys have.” A woman who looked to be around ten years older than us ordered. I nodded my head as I moved over to the red wines and picked a random one for her. Auston grabbed the beer and took the cap off before setting it infront of her.
“Thank you,” she smiled as she placed a tip in the bowl resting on the counter. All the tips tonight we're going to be donated to different charities.
“Our first tip babe. How’d we do?” Auston asked as he walked over to grab the money from the bowl. I reached out and slapped his hand away.
“No, not our money,” I reminded him.
“Well she’s a cheap ass anyway. Only tipped us two dollars, the bar was free, could have spared more then two bucks,” he mumbled as he looked back towards me. I let out a snort as I shook my head at him.
“Not everyone is as rich as you,” I joked as I reached out to poke him in the stomach.
“I-” Auston went to say but was cut off by another person at the bar.
“Woah your Auston Matthews,” the man fan said excitedly.
“Yeah man, how's it going?” Auston asked as he let out a laugh at his reaction.
“Great, super great. I’m talking to Auston Matthews,” I let out a loud laugh causing my eyes to widen as I threw my hand up to cover my mouth.
“Yeah, is there anything I can get for you to drink?” Auston asked as he raised his hand to rub at his neck.
“Right. Sorry. Just a molson,” he answered. I turned to the fridge and grabbed one out, setting it on the counter in front of him. He sent me a quick smile before turning his heart eyes back to Auston.
“You're just my favorite player so this is a bit surreal,” he continued when he glanced back at Auston. Another person approached the bar so I let the two of them talk as I took the ladies order and started making a cocktail. I had to turn to the book a few times because I wasn't sure how to make it. I finished pretty quickly though and we were once again alone at the bar.
“That guy tipped fifty bucks,” Auston told me as he leaned back against the counter. I let out a low whistle.
“Wow,” I glanced over to where I could see Steph and Mitch having a conversation with some really old men causing me to send her a smirk. She caught my eye and sent me a help look.
“I'm high as shit,” Auston said, causing me to whip my gaze back to him.
“Seriously these are some of your strongest edibles yet,” he praised. I did a little thank you curtsy as I let out a giggle.
“I know,” I leaned closer so that I wouldn’t have to speak louder.
“I used extra,” he went to respond but before he could someone approached the bar.
Auston helped while I looked around the ballroom that we had rented for the event. Auston’s teammates were spread all around the room talking to different people. My eyes stopped as they landed on Willy who was in the middle of chatting up a girl from the looks of it.
“Auston,” I called out when he was done helping the person. He glanced at me with a raised eyebrow and I pointed to where Willy was.
“He’s chatting up that girl,” I told him with a laugh. He glanced over before turning back to me.
“How do you know what Willy looks like when he’s chatting up a girl?” he asked once he was looking at me.
“Because he chats me up all the time,” I teased back as I turned to help the lady that had just approached the bar.
“Hi what can I get for you?” I sent her my best smile as I stood in front of her. She glanced around for a second before leaning.
“Two lemon drop shots please,” she asked, pulling her wallet out.
“Oh those are my favorite,” I told her as I started making them. She sent me a small smile.
“My boyfriend dragged me here and we’ve talked to so many people I feel like I’m starting to lose it,” she told me as she reached out for the one I placed in front of her. She quickly knocked it back.
“Oh I feel you, this is my second time at the Gala, it can be tiring how many different people you meet,” I smiled reassuringly at her as I placed the second shot in front of her.
“It'll get better with the alcohol,” I promised her. She let out a loud laugh as she took the shot.
“Thank you, I might be back for more later,” she told me before leaving a tip and making her way back to her most likely. I went to turn to talk to Auston but he was making drinks and talking to someone. I stood leaning against the counter until a guy around my age approached the bar.
“Hey can I get two Molsons,” he smiled as he leaned his arms against the counter.
“You're the girl from the elevator,” he said after I turned toward the fridge to grab the beer out.
“Yeah I guess I am,” I turned back to him and gave him a shy, uncomfortable smile when I noticed he was checking me out.
“It’s crazy I’ve never seen you around in the building before,” he said as he took a sip of his beer.
“Yeah I guess so,” I said even though I was thinking the opposite. It was a huge building. I still hadn’t even met our neighbors.
“We should-” he started to say but was cut off by his friend approaching him and pulling on his arm. The guy sent me a smile before leaving with his friend.
“Miss Amelia Matthews,” Willy joked as he approached the counter. I giggled as I shook my head at Willy.
“That’s not my last name Nylander,” I rested my hands on the bar.
“Whatever it will be someday,” he tisked. He reached his hand out and pulled a pretty redhead to the bar counter.
“This is Elizabeth,” he introduced us. I gave her a soft smile.
“Hi I’m Amelia,” I introduced myself. She gave me a shy smile as she greeted us.
“You guys making any fancy drinks?” Willy asked with a grin.
“Not for you,” I told him as I reached out for the book and set it in front of him. He let out a laugh before reaching for the book and flipping through it. When the both of them had picked out a drink I started making them. I made Elizabeth's first and then when I started working on Willy’s Auston joined us.
“I couldn’t get that dude to leave,”
“Jesus woman,” Willy said as he watched me pour the shot’s in, I may have put more than it called for whoops.
“Sorry,” I mumbled before handing his drink over to him. He took a hesitant sip.
“It’s actually really good,” he mumbled.
“That’s because my baby makes the best drinks,” Auston said, wrapping his arm around my waist and pressing a kiss to my cheek. I giggled, leaning into Auston and raising my hand to cover my blushing face. I didn’t mind when Auston called me babe in front of other people but I always felt like, baby was too intimate for other people to hear.
“Someone’s coming,” I told Auston, pointing to the older man that was coming towards us. He gave me a sad look before making his way over to greet the old man.
“You really do have him wrapped around your finger,” Mo said when he approached the bar with Tessa. He gave Willy a bro hug while I said hi to Tessa.
“How’s it been?” Tessa asked me as she sat down on one of the stools.
“Pretty good so far,” I shrugged as I grabbed a drink for Mo and Tessa. As I went to add more I was beckoned over by the guy from earlier.
“Hi, what can I do for you?” I asked politely.
“Just another beer please,” he said smiling. I reached out and grabbed one, setting it down in front of him.
“Aww that's cute you remembered my order,” he grinned at me.
“You were holding your empty bottle,” I told him pointing to it. He glanced at it before looking at me.
“Has anyone told you that you look really beautiful?” he questioned after he took a sip from his new bottle.
“Yeah” I started to say but was cut off by a lady speaking up.
“Get to the back of the line if you want to flirt,” she yelled at him, causing me to let out a light laugh at her attitude.
“Thank you,” I whispered to the older lady as he walked away. She let out a laugh as she nodded her head. I made her drink quickly and then turned to face Auston who was leaning against the counter.
“How’s it going?” I asked him as I made my way closer to him so I could wrap my hand around his waist. I was starting to get tired from all the talking I had done in the last two hours. I was starting to come down from my high as well so I was ready to go to bed. I could tell from the way that Auston slouched against me he was also starting to come down from his high.
“Honestly when I thought about it I never thought we’d still be here when we started coming down from the high,” Auston mumbled as he leaned his lips against the side of my face.
“Hi,” I heard someone call out, causing Auston to pull away from me to help the man at the bar. I pulled my phone out to check and see I had a text from Steph asking if we wanted to get food after.
“Hey,” I heard from in front of me, causing me to look up and see the guy who had been checking me out from earlier.
“Hello,” I responded, tucking my phone under the counter.
“What are your plans after this?” he questioned as he sat down. I took a step back and raised my eyebrow.
“Going home. Can I get you anything to drink?” I asked.
“We could go and get drinks after,” he suggested as he nodded to another beer. I glanced over at Auston who was still engrossed in his conversation with the man from a few minutes ago.
“Oh um I have a boyfriend so no thank you,” I answered as I grabbed the beer out of the fridge and set it in front of him. His smile dimmed as he looked at me.
“You didn’t say,” he said as he picked his beer up.
“Well you saw me with him earlier and he’s literally right there so I didn’t think I had to,” I said pointing to Auston, who had glanced over at us slightly confused as to what was going on.
“Well you should have said something,” he said, his voice coming out slightly harsh. I flinched back and Auston quickly made his way over.
“Hey is everything alright over here?” he asked, placing his hand on the counter to hold him up.
“Yeah everythings fine.”
“Great. Is there anything we can do for you?” Auston asked, wrapping his other arm around me and pulling me in closer.
“Man nah It’s nice to meet you I’m Leon,” he said holding his hand out for Auston to shake. Auston glanced at me before reaching out and shaking his hand.
“I’m Auston,” he gave him a small smile as he reached out to shake his hand.
“I see you’ve met my girlfriend Amelia,” Auston continued as they shook hands. Leon glanced at me as he bit his lip.
“Yeah I’ve met her. She’s a great girl,” he sent me a wink before picking his beer up and walking away from the bar.
“Who was that?” he asked, his eyes following after him.
“He’d been flirting with me all night,” I told him truthfully.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked. I shrugged my shoulders as I leaned against him.
“It wasn't a big deal and you were literally right here,” I reminded him. He glanced at me worriedly before pulling away to pull the tips out. He started putting the money in a pile and sorting it.
“Do you need any help?” I asked, walking over. He shook his head no as he sorted it all into different piles
“No but did you want to do food with Steph and Mitch or just go home?” he asked when he finished counting the money.
“Up to you,” I told him. He glanced up from where he had just put the money into an envelope and grabbed my hand.
“Let’s go home. I’m exhausted,”
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Auston wrapped his arm around my waist as he dragged me into the elevator. We had taken an uber home and I had fallen asleep during the ride. Auston had dragged me along as I tried to keep my eyes. We walked into the elevator and as the doors were about to close Leon from the bar slipped into the elevator with us.
“Oh funny running into you here,” Leon said as he took in the sight of the two of us. Auston’s grip on me tightened as he pulled me closer to him.
“Not really we live here,” Auston mumbled. Leon glanced at the two of us as he shook his head.
“You never said you had a boyfriend,” he said, turning his gaze to me.
“We talked for like two minutes,” I reminded him. He shook his head as we arrived at his floor. He gave us one last look before making his way off the elevator.
“We need to move,” Ausston mumbled against my ear once the door shut. I let out a laugh as I leaned my head back against his shoulder so I could look at his face.
“Okay when?” I leaned up and pressed a kiss to his chin.
The elevator door opened to our floor and we made our way to our apartment. Auston unlocked the door pushing it open so that I could walk in first. Felix greeted us excitedly as we walked into the apartment.
“Auston you should take him out,” I told him as I grabbed his leash and clipped it on, leaving Auston with no choice but to take him out.
“Alright fine I’ll be back soon.”
Once Auston left the apartment with Felix I made my way into our bedroom to get ready for the night. I grabbed one of Auston’s sweatshirts and pulled it on. I then brushed my teeth and took my makeup off before making my way back into the bedroom. I had been crashing from the edibles for awhile now and they were about to take me out.
I made my way back into mine and Austons room, turning off the main light and turning on the fairy lights that I had set up around the room. I cuddled up into the blanket before reaching over to the remote and turning the tv on. I finally clicked on The 100 and waited for Auston to come back from his walk.
“Hey,” he called out as he made his way into the room and over to the bathroom.
“That guy tonight, was he flirting with you all night?” he asked, leaning against the wall. I shrugged my shoulders as I sat up in bed.
“Kind of he came up to the bar a few times but it was honestly just making me a bit uncomfortable,” I admitted as I plugged my phone into the charger. I loaded up Hay Day on my phone as he started talking again.
“Why didn’t you tell me what was going on if it was making you uncomfortable?” he asked, walking over to the bed. He sat down and then pulled his shirt off so he was in just his boxers.
“It wasn’t that big of a deal. Plus I was pretty high and I didn’t realize he was flirting at first,” I said. He leaned closer and placed his hand on my cheek.
“It’s a big deal if it makes you uncomfortable.”
“I’m fine,” I told him, cuddling closer to him.
“Alright let’s get some sleep, we can talk about it more tomorrow,” he said, rubbing my back before climbing into the bed next to me. He spooned me behind pulling me in close against his chest.
“I love you babe,” he mumbled as he pressed a kiss to the back of my neck. I smiled as I felt his lips press against my neck.
“I love you too, night,” I mumbled back.
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Xicheng, Modern AU, JC&WWX reconciliation, E-Rated
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CHAPTER 9
Saturday
The sun doesn’t show itself today. Heavy clouds block the view, and a strong wind is blowing. At least it’s not raining and this way, there aren’t many other people around. Lan Xichen doesn’t seem bothered by the weather at all. He seems excited to be here, happily shows Jiang Cheng all his favourite spots. Sometimes he’ll say things like “This blooms in May and has the most gorgeous blossoms, we have to come back then!”. As though there’s no question they’ll still be doing things like this together then.
Everything goes well until they sit down in Lan Xichen’s favourite favourite spot: a bench hidden behind the swaying branches of a willow, overlooking a little pond.
They’re sitting close together, shoulders and legs touching, holding hands, seeking each other’s warmth as protection against the wind. In truth, it’s not very windy in this spot, the trees around them creating a buffer, but Jiang Cheng sees no reason to not be as close to Lan Xichen as possible.
They’ve been sitting there in peaceful quiet for a few minutes, Jiang Cheng mentally going through whether he really has everything he needs for dinner later, when he looks from the pond to Lan Xichen’s face. He looks… he looks sad. There’s a tension to his jaw and a crease between his eyebrows that would look more at home on Jiang Cheng’s face.
Should he ask him? Should he start talking about something random to distract him? That’s what Wei Wuxian would do, but Jiang Cheng is not good at talking nonsense. His sister would simply radiate an aura that let Jiang Cheng know he could talk to her and that everything would be okay. Lan Xichen also seems to have that ability. But Jiang Cheng is...himself.e doesn’t have any intrinsic soothing abilities. He can only try to imitate other people.
He squeezes Lan Xichen’s hand to get his attention, and sees how Lan Xichen quickly masks his sad expression with his usual gentle smile before he turns his head to look at Jiang Cheng. That’s… that’s not what Jiang Cheng wanted.
“Are you okay?” The words feel clunky on his tongue, like he’s using these words for the first time. Which is not the case! He’s not that much of a lost cause.
Lan Xichen’s eyes widen just the tiniest bit, then deepens his smile and Jiang Cheng is sure he’s about to say that everything is fine. But instead Lan Xichen hesitates and… he drops the smile and sighs. “I was just reminded… The last time I was here, it was still spring. That tree was still in bloom.” He points at a tree across the pond. The wind is attacking it, leaves desperately trying to hold on to the branches and losing the fight. “It reminded me how stuck I’ve been… still am, really. Just drifting from day to day. I tried to recall what I did this summer and nothing memorable stood out to me.”
His first instinct is to disagree, though it’s not like Jiang Cheng can’t painfully relate to that feeling. “Well, you’re busy with your job and your bunnies and plants. And… time is bullshit anyway.”
Lan Xichen chuckles but quickly turns solemn again. “It hasn’t been long though since I started working again… you’re only my third client after my… let’s call it break.”
Jiang Cheng didn’t know that. He didn’t know things had been so bad for Lan Xichen that he couldn’t work. At least he thinks that’s what he’s saying. He squeezes Lan Xichen’s hand again, not sure what to say.
“I’m not saying this because… The fact that I’m working again shows that the past year hasn’t been in vain. I just… the world didn’t wait while I tried to heal.”
Jiang Cheng has nothing helpful to say, even though he can painfully relate to this feeling. Feeling stuck in one place while the world keeps turning, while other people seem to be able to forget and move on. He hopes his quiet support is enough for Lan Xichen.
They both look at the tree for a long moment. One of the struggling leaves gets torn off, but then gracefully loops through the air until it gently comes to rest on the water surface.
Lan Xichen turns to look at Jiang Cheng and smiles, without sadness. “But I think today will be memorable.You are.”
What the fuck? How can he just say that so casually? Jiang Cheng feels his face grow hot, while Lan Xichen just looks at him.
In lieu of an appropriate spoken response that doesn’t only consist of incoherent garbled noises, Jiang Cheng uses Wei Wuxian’s tried and trusted ‘Hey look, over there!’ tactic: “Hey, I saw online that there’s a lovely café close to the entrance. Let’s go there and treat ourselves to something nice. It’s your birthdate after all.” Ugh, fuck Nie Huaisang and his stupid word creations. “Your birthday date.. Not date. Whatever. Only if you want to, of course?”
Lan Xichen’s mouth twitches with amusement, but doesn’t call Jiang Cheng on his bullshit. “That sounds lovely. You’re right, it is my birthdate.”
Jiang Cheng snorts a laugh, then gets to his feet, pulling Lan Xichen up with him.
The café is indeed very nice and thankfully pretty empty. Lan Xichen orders a chocolatey drink that could rival one of Jin Zixuan’s sugar-coffee-monstrosities and a piece of cake topped with colourful sparkles.
“I’m going to regret this later,” he cheerfully announces before tucking in.
Jiang Cheng keeps a close watch on his face while eating his own brownie and black coffee, not wanting to risk missing a shift in his mood like last time. Even though Lan Xichen stays cheerful the entire time, Jiang Cheng keeps watching him anyway, because he can’t look anywhere else.
As it turns out, it was a very good idea for them to go to that café, as dinner… takes a while. Jiang Cheng may have severely underestimated how long it would take to prepare all the different side dishes he wants to make and may have severely overestimated how much food is a good amount for two people to make. Oh well, it’s always good to have leftovers. To his relief everything tastes really good. Though maybe not too surprising, since he got most recipes from his sister.
After dinner, they sit down on the couch, both a little tired after eating so much food. Jiang Cheng is busy mulling over how to best initiate, well… cuddling, when Lan Xichen turns to face him, smiles, and kisses him.
Jiang Cheng takes this opportunity to put his arms around Lan Xichen’s shoulders and pull him closer, all while enthusiastically kissing him back.
“Mhm.” Lan Xichen huffs a laugh against his lips, then pulls back a little. “I’ve wanted to do that since… the whole day, basically.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Well, we were in public. And then you were intensely focused on preparing dinner. I thought it was better to just quietly chop the things you threw on my cutting board.”
Lan Xichen is only teasing him, Jiang Cheng is pretty sure about that, though he can’t help but feel a little embarrassed. He instantly squashes that feeling though, because: “We’re not in public now.”
“No, we’re not.” Lan Xichen lifts his hand to Jiang Cheng’s face, his thumb caresses his cheekbone, then he slowly slides his hand down until it’s resting on Jiang Cheng’s neck. “So…?”
Jiang Cheng either nods or shakes his head, he doesn’t know, he only knows Lan Xichen kisses him again, draws him close, hand secure in his neck.
They haven’t done this before. Kissed so deeply, unrestricted by location or time. The intensity is overwhelming and it’d be so easy for him to overthink this. Are his kisses gentle enough? Passionately enough? Hands - where? What’s his dick doing? But this kiss is too nice to have it ruined by such things. So he focuses fully on the kissing, opens for Lan Xichen after he teases his lower lip with his tongue and just allows himself to get lost in it.
Lan Xichen’s hand keeps wandering lower and lower, until it’s resting on Jiang Cheng’s hip, fingers touching the waistband of his jeans through his sweater. He wants to feel his hand directly on his skin, but is not sure if that’s where this is going, if Lan Xichen would want that too.
After a while, Lan Xichen ends the kiss so they can catch their breath. He smiles down at him, which is when Jiang Cheng notices he’s somehow lying on his back now.
Lan Xichen’s face is flushed, his hair in disarray (because of Jiang Cheng’s hands! Another thing he only just now realises), his eyes dark, his lips red… Jiang Cheng reaches for him to pull him into another kiss, but Lan Xichen doesn’t let himself be pulled just yet.
“Is this okay?”
Jiang Cheng follows his gaze down to where - oh - Lan Xichen’s hand rests on his waist, under his sweater. “Oh... yeah. Yeah.” Then, in a move not supported by any brain cells, he pulls off his sweater and the t-shirt underneath. Lan Xichen looks stunned, of course he is, because Jiang Cheng skipped straight to undressing for no reason. Maybe it’s because he’s so used to undressing in Lan Xichen’s presence, maybe because he knows how it feels to have Lan Xichen’s hands on his body and he wants them there, wants to-
Lan Xichen kisses him again, his lips as hot as his hands, fingertips pressing into Jiang Cheng’s back.
Jiang Cheng is having an out of body, no, out of mind experience. He’s very much inhabiting his body, feeling everything. How his skin is hot everywhere their bodies touch, Lan Xichen’s mouth on his jaw, his neck, the familiar slide of Lan Xichen’s long fingers, now touching him in a way he’s very decidedly never done during his massages. He’s never gripped his hip to pull him closer, has never sighed against his mouth.
In the few moments he has access to his brain, he desperately uses it to make sure he’s kissing Lan Xichen just as intently, that his touch is just as gentle, that he somehow remembers to breathe during all this… There’s no room for anything else.
He gets lost in it completely, until eventually Lan Xichen breaks the kiss again.
“Maybe we should… I should probably go home…” It sounds like a question, so Jiang Cheng answers.
“You don’t have to.” He feels even hotter after he says this, probably flushing. It’s not like it’d come as a surprise to Lan Xichen that Jiang Cheng is aroused, not the way they’re pressed together, the way Lan Xichen now drags his heavy gaze from Jiang Cheng’s face down his body and back up again. He’ll be able to see that Jiang Cheng wants him to, would let him… that he wants everything. Lan Xichen holds his gaze, his hand tightens on Jiang Cheng’s hips as if he wants to keep him right here, underneath him. As if Jiang Cheng would want to go anywhere else right now…
Then Lan Xichen’s face softens, he loosens his grip and he closes his eyes, laughing quietly. Oh. So not today. “I… I want to. But…”
“No, don’t worry! That’s okay. I was just… it’s too-”
“I want to,” Lan Xichen says emphatically, looking directly at him. “But it was a long day. A lovely day, but…” He falters, his eyes now looking at Jiang Cheng’s cheek instead of his eyes. A few seconds pass, Lan Xichen’s brow furrowing as he’s looking for the right words. “I’m actually quite exhausted - a good exhaustion! But I had to feel a lot today. … If that makes sense at all?”
Jiang Cheng takes Lan Xichen’s face between his hands and presses a soft kiss to his lips. “Of course.”
Lan Xichen sighs relieved, then sits up and tries to straighten his hair, a hint of embarrassment tugging at the corners of his mouth. He does look a little tired, now that the haze of lust has dissipated between them, and Jiang Cheng can see more clearly. Jiang Cheng feels the exhaustion, too, as though he’ll fall asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.
“What time is it?” Jiang Cheng asks while following Lan Xichen into a sitting position, then lifts his arm, because he’s wearing a goddamn watch so he can answer his own fucking question. “9 p.m.? What the fuck… how long did we…”
Lan Xichen only hums, clearly amused, and bends forward, so he can hand Jiang Cheng his sweater and t-shirt from where he’d carelessly thrown it on the floor. While Jiang Cheng struggles to put them back on, having to first untangle the shirt from the sweater before deciding to just not bother with the t-shirt, Lan Xichen yawns extensively, and for some reason, with his sweater only halfway on, Jiang Cheng opens his mouth to say: “You could spend the night here.”
Lan Xichen just cocks his head at him, slightly raises his eyebrows. Saying ‘Didn’t I just decline your horny offer’ without actually saying so.
“No, I meant - “ Jiang Cheng manages to jam his arm in the other sleeve and is now mostly dressed again. “I meant, you could sleep here. So you don’t have to go home first. Like, on the couch - it’s not actually that comfortable though, so I should take the couch… But you probably want to sleep in your own bed, sorry.”
“Actually, I think that sounds lovely,” Lan Xichen says, then looks surprised at his own words. Jiang Cheng is surprised, too. “Would it not be a bother?”
“For me? Not at all!” Jiang Cheng thinks his brain has never fully come back online after their kisses. Words leave his mouth and he doesn’t know where they came from. He keeps spewing them out, unable to stop. “But… you don’t have any… like pyjamas or a toothbrush - do I have a spare toothbrush? I think there was a buy two get one free sale recently?”
Why isn’t Lan Xichen interrupting him to say ‘You’re right, I’ll go home immediately so you can stop embarrassing yourself.’ Instead he just looks at him, eyes crinkling with amusement.
“Uh, but breakfast. Well, there’s definitely enough food in my fridge now after dinner. Do I have - no, I have extra bedding, of course I do.” Okay, it’d be neat if he could stop talking now. Jiang Cheng grabs a pillow and presses it against his stomach, the next best thing to screaming into it. He focuses really hard and tries to find a sentence that can function as some kind of end point. “But... you... probably? Have to… take care of your bunnies anyway?”
Lan Xichen is still only looking, head slightly cocked, but now his lips are twitching as though he’s trying hard not to laugh. A few seconds later, he does laugh, and hot shame courses through Jiang Cheng. He really made it obvious he doesn’t have a lot of experience with asking people to stay over. (Usually it just happened naturally after sexual activities of one kind or the other. He’s never asked anyone to stay because he… Why did he ask? Because he doesn’t want Lan Xichen to leave just yet?)
Lan Xichen notices how Jiang Cheng’s expression changes to regret; he stops laughing and takes Jiang Cheng’s hand. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to… It was just fascinating to see you voice the kind of thoughts I was probably about to have in a few minutes myself. Now I don’t have to, so, thank you.”
What? “You’re welcome?”
“And the bunnies will be fine. Wangji visited them tonight anyway.”
“Okay. So…” Jiang Cheng seems to have used up all his words before. It’s probably better that way.
“So, I wouldn’t mind staying over.” Lan Xichen smiles at him warmly, fondly. He stands up and tugs on Jiang Cheng’s hand. Jiang Cheng follows him up easily.
“Oh. Okay. That’s great! Cool.”
“Do you want to check whether you have a spare toothbrush?” There’s that twinkle in Lan Xichen’s eyes that always takes Jiang Cheng by surprise, but that he loves to see. It reminds Jiang Cheng it’s okay to just be in Lan Xichen’s presence, and it restarts his brain. He huffs a laugh, his shoulders relaxing, and goes to look for that toothbrush.
As it turns out, Jiang Cheng did have a spare toothbrush, as well as the lounge clothes Lan Xichen lent him after Cloud peed on him and Jiang Cheng kept forgetting to return. He also had a second set of bedding, though nobody ends up sleeping on the couch. Jiang Cheng isn’t entirely sure how that happened, he just knows that it’s shortly after midnight, Lan Xichen is lying next to him, sleeping next to him, and Jiang Cheng is scared to move in case it wakes him up.
He has barely moved since they turned off the light almost two hours ago. Usually, he turns and twists a lot before he falls asleep, because his tense shoulders make it difficult to find a comfortable position. The position he is in now is definitely not comfortable, in fact, his right shoulder might be cramping up a little. It’s been two hours, Lan Xichen is probably deep asleep by now - it’d be okay to adjust his position a little, right? He’ll be careful, he won’t wake him.
Jiang Cheng slowly rolls over on his left side, quietly slides his hand under his pillow and pulls one leg towards him. He glances towards Lan Xichen, to make sure he didn’t wake him, only to lose five years of his life, as Lan Xichen is returning his look, eyes wide open.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” Jiang Cheng whispers, he tries to, anyway. His voice still feels too loud. It always does.
“Of course not,” Lan Xichen replies with perfect talking-in-the-middle-of-the-night volume. “You haven’t made a sound since we laid down.”
“Can’t sleep?” This time, Jiang Cheng’s voice comes closer to Lan Xichen’s softness.
Lan Xichen’s face is only barely visible in the darkness, but because Jiang Cheng knows it so well, his mind can fill the shadows with memories of the day. He can see his eyes, though, reflecting the moonlight that sneaks through the curtains.
“Mhm.” Lan Xichen adjusts his position, face inching a little closer to Jiang Cheng. “It’s been a while since I shared a bed with someone.”
“Me too. I’m scared to move in case I disturb you.” These things are easier to admit in the dark.
“Mhm.”
Lan Xichen sounds so sleepy; Jiang Cheng regrets asking him to stay. If he hadn’t, Lan Xichen would be soundly asleep in his own bed right now. “I’ll go sleep on the couch then, I should have done that from the start, sorry.”
As soon as he says that, Lan Xichen throws his arm across Jiang Cheng’s body. “No, stay.”
“Oh, okay. Are you sure?”
Lan Xichen throws his leg over Jiang Cheng’s legs, too, then pulls him closer until Jiang Cheng can feel his breath on his face. “Very sure.”
“Okay.” Jiang Cheng moves his right arm a little, so his hand lies between their chests and isn’t in danger of brushing against Lan Xichen’s crotch anymore. “Yeah, okay.”
“This way we don’t have to worry about accidentally touching the other,” Lan Xichen says, his smile hard to make out in the darkness, but nevertheless beautiful. He moves back his leg, but before Jiang Cheng can miss the touch, he slides it between Jiang Cheng’s legs. “Are you comfortable?”
“Yes.” Jiang Cheng is surprised to find that to be actually true. Knowing that the warmth he feels is not his blanket, but coming from Lan Xichen, the reassuring weight of his arm... He splays his fingers, so his little finger brushes against Lan Xichen’s chest.
Lan Xichen hums, content, and for a while they just lie like this, quietly. Until Jiang Cheng feels the urge to talk again. It must be a leftover from the year he shared a room with Wei Wuxian until they moved to a bigger house. Wei Wuxian always started chatting as soon as they turned off the light.
“Technically, there is a second bedroom here. I just never go in there.”
Lan Xichen strokes his hand across Jiang Cheng’s back, to signal that he’s listening.
“It’s Wei Wuxian’s room. Well, it was supposed to be. And now...” Now it’s just there, reminding him every day of how he fucked things up.
“You’re not using it?” Lan Xichen asks gently. It’s not a reproach, he simply wants to know.
Jiang Cheng shakes his head, then says ‘No’ out loud, in case Lan Xichen couldn’t see it.
“Because you’re waiting for him to come back?”
“I... No. Yes. Maybe? I generally avoid thinking about it. You’ve seen what happens when I think about it.”
“Mhm.” Lan Xichen keeps stroking his back. He’s not moving his arm, just lightly moves his hand back and forth. “If it was empty, what would you use the room for?”
Jiang Cheng takes a moment to think about it, since he’s never done that before. “I don’t know. I guess… an office? But I don’t want to waste a whole room for my shitty degree. Maybe… I could turn it into a proper guest room, for when Jin Ling gets older. Maybe he could stay over sometimes.”
“That sounds nice. You could still put your desk in there, it helps to have your work space separate from your living space.”
“Yeah… That makes sense, I suppose.” The thought of changing it from Wei Wuxian’s Room to something else doesn’t fill him with the dread he expected, surprisingly. He does know, somewhere deep in his heart, that even if they reconcile, Wei Wuxian won’t move in here. Shouldn’t. They were horrible roommates, if he considers it honestly. There’s no reason to hold on to this old bitterness, no reason to still let it poison his mood. “I should do that.”
“I’ll help you. I like redecorating.”
Lan Xichen says it so matter of fact, Jiang Cheng can’t help himself - he has to kiss him. He closes the last remaining distance between them and gives him a short, sweet kiss. He doesn’t move back after, just stays there, as close as possible.
“I wanted to thank you for inviting me to your home,” Lan Xichen whispers against his lips.
Jiang Cheng isn’t sure this is something he should be thanked for. Compared to Lan Xichen’s flat, his is unremarkable. “Uh, thank you for coming over.”
“It means a lot that you shared your space with me.”
It’s weird being this close. He can only see blurry shapes instead of Lan Xichen’s face. But his voice is so clear, even though he’s whispering. He can feel it when he talks, the movement of his lips, his chest under his fingers. Jiang Cheng has never experienced this kind of intimacy. It’s exciting but he’s also a little scared what kind of secret this atmosphere might drag out of him. “Well, it’s only fair, since I’ve spent so much time at your place already.”
“Still… I was… “Lan Xichen hesitates. He slowly cards his fingers through Jiang Cheng’s hair while mulling over his words. “It means a lot.”
Somehow, Jiang Cheng understands. Lan Xichen’s words shape the form of an old wound. Or maybe a scar, by now. He presses another kiss to his lips, though misses by a little and only catches the corner of his mouth. “Even though I don’t have any plants?”
“You’re right, we need to change that.”Lan Xichen laughs quietly and pokes Jiang Cheng’s foot with his big toe. “I like it here. Even without plants.”
“Not much to like. Yours is much nicer,” Jiang Cheng mumbles.
“You live here,” Lan Xichen replies, as though that’s answer enough. Maybe it is. It’s not an answer Jiang Cheng can deal with right now, so he just makes a noise in between a hum and a scoff.
They fall quiet again, and Jiang Cheng closes his eyes after a while. He thinks he could finally fall asleep like this, lulled by the soothing rhythm of Lan Xichen stroking his hair.
“I like your hair like this.”
It takes Jiang Cheng a second to realise that he should reply, that he’s still awake. “Mhm?”
“You usually tie it back.” Lan Xichen lets one strand of hair run between his fingers, then tucks it behind Jiang Cheng’s ear.
“I should cut it short again. Been months. A year.” Jiang Cheng wonders if it’s possible to fall asleep while talking. He’s surprised by every word that manages to squeeze through his tired lips.
“I like it.”
“You like a lot of things. My flat, my hair, my face…”
“It’s true. I do.” Lan Xichen is smiling, Jiang Cheng can hear it.
“Me too. Like yours. You.”
“Mhm, that’s good.”
Jiang Cheng falls asleep then, but Lan Xichen’s presence follows him into his dreams. He sleeps very well.
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Reluctantly Rooming: Part Seven
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Today’s prompt:
"Shut up, you don't know what it's like to have your body attack you every month" for Aelin on her period please?????
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Two weeks after she had broken her ankle, and on the very first day she was supposed to go back into work, Aelin woke up with the distinctly unpleasant sensation of her lower back muscles attempting to crush her spine. With a vicious curse, she hauled herself up out of her makeshift bed and made for the kitchen. Her phone chimed from the desk Rowan had been using as an office before the incident, and she snagged it off of the charger, quickly sending a text off to Sam.
Cancel the ride. I can’t do it today after all.
She didn’t bother to await a reply before making her way to the cabinets where she usually stored all of her treats. Her brownies had run out a week ago, but surely she still had something stashed away.
As she rummaged, she took a moment to count backwards in her head. Surely she hadn’t miscounted? This was far too soon for her usual monthly cycle, or so she had thought. After all, her last one had been just two weeks…
Two weeks before she had broken her ankle. Fuck. It was right on schedule and she was the fool who hadn’t counted right. And since she hadn’t counted right, she had done exactly none of her usual self-care routine for the day before that mitigated the symptoms of this first awful day. Gods, she felt like such an idiot.
Gently, she let her head fall forward and into the cabinet door with a soft thunk. It served her right for forgetting such an important thing and messing up her very first day back at work. The best she could do now was try her best to catch up to it with painkillers and hope she would be better enough to try again tomorrow.
Her phone chimed on the counter with Sam’s reply.
I was wondering if you were sure. It’s awfully soon, aren’t you still on those heavy duty pain pills?
Of course she wasn’t. They had run out four days ago, and she hadn’t given it a second thought before now since her ankle had been feeling so much better.
No, I’m just an idiot who can’t count days and weeks. A vague message, to be sure, but Aelin knew that Sam would know exactly what she was talking about. She had complained to him enough about it over the years, after all.
Damn, that sucks. I can stop by after my shift if you need anything?
It was sweet of Sam, really, and a holdover from how they’d helped each other out while they were dating, but she knew it would be too little too late and she didn’t want to interfere with his own schedule. I should be fine, really. Just gonna curl up and try to sleep it off. I should be better tomorrow, you know it’s always just this first day.
That’s true enough. Feel better xo
Aelin smiled and set her phone aside, then winced as her more immediate problem made itself known once more. She finally opened the cabinet…
And was met with plates. Gods, she didn’t know Aedion had even owned this many plates. Not only that, but this meant that Rowan had reorganized the kitchen again and most likely thrown out her snacks. He’d probably even sniffed with disdain as he’d done so, the joyless buzzard.
Aelin whined quietly. Fuck, she just wanted one thing to not be completely screwed up today. Apparently that was too much to ask, though.
Her supplies were kept in the upstairs bathroom next to her usual bedroom, and since she had stocked up the previous month she knew that at least those wouldn’t be an issue. She just had to get up the stairs. It was slower going than usual, as she still had to wear the boot, but now that she could actually walk as long as she had the boot on she managed okay. Several minutes of cleaning up later and she was ready to awkwardly clomp her way back down the stairs, taking some of her stash with her so she wouldn’t have to make this trek again in the next day or two at least.
She paused in front of the television, going through her collection of movies and selecting an older musical Rowan was certain to judge her for before gathering up every blanket they’d left around the living room and forming a cocoon on the couch.
She’d just gotten some semblance of comfortable when the door opened, footsteps heading for the stairs and then pausing. “I thought you said you were going to try working today,” Rowan said, clearly confused. “Unless… is your ankle bothering you?”
“What? No.” Gods, she’d lost track of the time, and she hadn’t expected to deal with Rowan this soon.
“Did your ride fall through? If you’d called I could’ve—”
Her grip on her temper, already tenuous due to the situation at hand, frayed and broke. “Shut up,” she snapped, and a part of her reveled in Rowan’s stunned silence. “You don’t know what it’s like to have your body attack you every month.” She avoided Rowan’s eyes, not sure what she’d find in his expression and even less certain she wanted to know.
She curled up a little bit tighter, though, when his footsteps quietly retreated through the front door once more.
Gods, not only had she messed up her own day, but she’d probably ruined Rowan’s too. He hadn’t asked for her to snap at him, and in hindsight he hadn’t deserved it either. He’d been the perfect picture of a caring roommate, and she’d stomped all over that. It sucked, and not just because she’d actually been trying to befriend him.
No, it was awful because it wasn’t until the door had quietly closed behind him that she realized the last thing she’d wanted was to be left alone.
She’d brought it on herself, though, so she didn’t reach for her phone again. There was no point in dragging anyone else into the utter mess that was her day, and the last thing she wanted was to send a pleading text to Rowan and have him ignore it. Instead, she burrowed deeper into her pile of blankets and tried to ignore the tears she could feel welling in her eyes.
She had mostly succeeded in banishing them and was drifting somewhere between waking and sleep when the door opened once more. She said nothing, hardly daring to hope he’d actually come back. No, most likely he’d forgotten something he needed and he’d be gone again in a few minutes.
Her self-loathing tirade stuttered to a halt when something warm was tucked behind the small of her back.
Stunned, she reached behind herself and found an electric heating pad, the kind she’d always thought about buying but never managed to remember until it was too late. When she turned her head to look at him he wasn’t looking at her, instead setting a cup of something on the table in front of her. It turned out to be a mocha from the café down the street upon further investigation, and suddenly those tears she had mostly managed to shove back down were welling up to the surface once again. “Rowan…?” Gods, her voice broke on his name, but she couldn’t even bring herself to be embarrassed about it.
“You should drink some of that,” he said quietly. “The caffeine will help, and I know how you feel about chocolate.”
Gods, who was this man and what had he done with her roommate? She was having a hard time believing he could be so… soft. She supposed it made sense, though; surely it was just an extension of all he’d done for her in that first week after breaking her ankle. She knew better than to call attention to it by asking; if she knew Rowan, that would just cause him to grumble something at her and retreat into his room for the remainder of the night, and that was the last thing she wanted. Instead, she quietly reached for the cup and sighed as she inhaled the scent of it.
He wasn’t done yet, though; no, he was reaching into one of those reusable grocery bags she’d never seen anyone else using. “I didn’t know if you preferred sweet or salty snacks,” he admitted as he pulled out a couple bars of chocolate and a bag of pretzel sticks.
“Gods, those pretzel sticks sound perfect right now,” she replied. “I… you didn’t have to do all this. How’d you even know what to do? Most men I’ve talked to panic at the very thought of it.”
The question earned her a tiny hint of a smile. “Contrary to popular belief, I have lived with a woman before,” he said.
Aelin immediately fought down a surprisingly strong surge of jealousy at this unnamed other woman who’d had this amount of care from Rowan and presumably lost it somehow. “What happened? I can’t imagine she’d just let you go, if you did this for her.”
“She didn’t.” The words were clipped and short, and Rowan’s expression had shut down completely.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” The words rushed out of her, and she ached to reach out to him, to do something to smooth that look away from his face. “Whatever it was, you don’t have to talk about it to your idiot of a roommate who can’t leave well enough alone.”
He finally looked at her, then, and there was a deep sorrow lingering in that green gaze but the smile he gave her was genuine enough. “Maybe I will, someday. But not today.”
“Please tell me I haven’t scared you off. I really, really don’t want to be alone right now.” She could feel her face heating, but not even her own embarrassment was enough to contain the words. Not when he’d already done so much to help and she was finally beginning to relax.
He pulled a small container of medicine out of the bag and set it beside her drink. “Take this while I put the rest of these away, and I’ll be right back,” he offered.
She nodded, and as she reached for the pills he moved into the kitchen. She had just settled back against the heating pad once more when he returned, true to his word. He didn’t take his usual position in the armchair, though, much to her surprise. Instead, he sat beside her on the couch and didn’t even protest when she snuggled herself up under one of his arms.
As she drifted off, comforted by the warmth and the blankets and his loose embrace, she could’ve sworn she heard him humming along to the musical that still played.
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blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)
reyna avila "we had one home now we have two" ramirez arellano. she is so cool. i think the fact that she can give her strength to the people she is fighting with is one of the smartest things rick has done bc thats so indicative of WHY she is such a good leader!!! she prioritizes the strength and safety of her army over the strength and safety of her own person. shes so RIGHTEOUS. im obsessed w her
scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)
NICO!!!!!!!!!! hes small and stupid. looked at the (amnesiac) love of his life and said "i dont know u" king shit. me too.
scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)
PEOPLE R SO FUCKING MEAN TO JASON AND I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY I THINK HES SO STRONG AND HES TRYING TO DO HIS BEST AND LEARN WHO HE IS AS A PERSON AND ALSO HES A DUMB LIL GUY WHO BITES STAPLERS AND EATS BROWNIES AND JAM DURING PLOT IMPORTANT MOMENTS. WHATS NOT TO LOVE.
glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)
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poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)
i wanted 2 say apollo bc hes such a fucking loser and the fall from grace was stunning but like. im mad at him for being the reason jason died. so is it poor little meow meow if its actually malicious.
yk what. it wasnt malicious BEFORE toa. before that i was like "yikes this guy isnt having too much fun is he" so i mean. i guess he Was my poor little meow meow. but now i want him dead.
horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)
the grain god or whatever from the first (??) book who turned people into corn. i want to put him in a washing machine and watch him spin
eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)
FUCKING. JANE. PIPERS DADS BITCHASS FUCKING ASSISTANT. its been like 6 or 7 years and i am STILL so fucking mad at her shes the worst shes the WORST.
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