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Honorary Maid, Aether!
a/n: im not even gonna say anything, i just wanna fuck aether in a maid outfit. there’s plot i suppose but y’know. also ended up longer than it should have been…
cw: sub!aether/dom!amab!reader, top!reader/bottom!aether | aether wears a maid outfit, blowjob(chara!receiving), aether calls reader “master”, his eyes get covered for a bit, mirror sex, slight cockwarming
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The traveler has been faced with different types of commissions. So he’s not really one to complain no matter its difficulty or strangeness. After all, he’s been often tasked to jump on mushrooms back in Sumeru and nothing can get weirder than that…he supposed. He’ll take anything, since this is what keeps his mora pouch full.
Unfortunately for him, today was looking a little scarce.
“I’d like to apologize, but we have run out of commissions for the day. You may come find us tomorrow.”
Aether clicks his tongue. He needs to save up if he’s planning to travel to Fontaine anytime soon.
“None at all?” He asks again.
“I’d like to apologize, but we have run out of commissions for the day. You may come find us tomorrow.” Katheryne repeats word for word.
That’s troublesome. He’s a few mora short of what he usually earns.
He’s already done his share of bounties and requests for the week. He doubts that they’ll let him take another in fear of both exhausting him and taking opportunities from other adventurers.
And almost as if Katheryne could read his thoughts, she speaks up.
“There is a commission. Although, we have declined it for being too suspicious. Would you like to take a look, traveler?”
He nods, and she hands him a flier.
With one look, he understands why exactly it would be described that way. The details are vague and the mora that is being offered is far too much considering it’s only asking for housework.
“I’d advise against it but if you are going to take it, it is good to be careful.” She says.
That would be the most reasonable idea.
Aether, however, takes the flier and puts it away in his bag.
He did not think it would be that difficult. Perhaps the mora was reasonable after all.
The directions written on the flier weren't helpful at all. He’s been in circles, has been ambushed by three groups of hydro slimes and his clothes are a mess to look at.
It is his fault, he deems. He underestimated it, but who could blame him when he’s saved four nations from being ruined? A simple commission should have been easy. Exactly that, it should’ve.
Aether icks at how sticky he is. He tried to get off as much goo as he can, but some of it just spread to his skin and to his clothes.
He sighs, wondering if he should turn back.
That is, until he finally sees the mansion mentioned on the map.
It would be rude to show up in such a state, but going back empty-handed after going through so much trouble…
The money, Aether. The money. He thinks to himself.
He fixes his hair at least, making sure his braid is clean and neat.
The mansion is big, perhaps even bigger than the Dawn Winery. He wonders what kind of person would live like this and this far away from others. He grits his teeth. His opinions when it comes to rich people aren’t that great, he has met his fair share of aristocrats without manners.
He knocks on the door, waiting patiently, although a bit anxious at how they’d react.
The door finally opens.
Oh.
He did not expect that.
What opens the door is clearly someone who gives off elegance. You wear a silky robe, a wine glass in your hand as you lay on the door frame.
Aether gets eyed up and down.
“May I help you? You may wash yourself if you want, I see you’ve been attacked by slimes.” You hum.
“I—Yes. Thank you.” He stutters out, not expecting such kindness. He follows you inside and then remembers what he’s here for. Right, no time to get distracted.
“I’m actually here…because of a commission you sent? I believe you need some help with housework.”
He watches as your mouth gapes open. “Of course. I didn’t expect anyone to be coming truthfully, with how late it is already.”
Aether winces at the indirect insult. Maybe, if you actually drew the map better—
“I got a bit lost.” He says.
“Yeah, I can see that.” You say, alluding to the slime that remains on his body.
Aether flushes, not expecting that. He coughs it away.
“As I was saying, you could take a shower first. I only need the house to be lightly dusted and cleaned. If you have time to cook, that would be fine too.” You inform the traveler.
“That’s it?” He asks. Surely, there was something else. No way you were paying him such a high price for just sweeping and cooking.
“Oh. If you finish early, you can come by my office and see if you can help me out with things.”
Is this really it?
“You didn’t add a few extra zeroes for the reward right? It’s 100,000 for this?”
You stare at him confused. He concludes that he was right that you had sent the wrong price.
“That’s fine. I’ll still do it for 10,000.” Aether replies with a reassuring smile.
“No, no. I clearly wrote a million.”
Did he hear you right?
“I’m pretty sure I wrote a million when I sent the letter…” You mumble, trying to remember what you had written.
Meanwhile, Aether is stunned.
Even he wasn’t paid that much when getting compensation from the Qixing.
“Ah, it doesn’t matter. I’ll have to work now, if you’ll excuse me. Your uniform is in the bathroom closest to my office!” You rush out before he can even deny the high price of such a reward.
…
Wait, what uniform?
Aether doesn’t see you for a while after that. He focuses on keeping every surface clean due to what he's being given. He sweeps and dusts what he can, only being limited by the locked doors you told him not to bother with.
The blond does all that while wearing this ridiculously fluffy outfit.
He shouldn’t be this flustered. He’s seen Adelinde wearing these kinds of outfits.
It’s in no way revealing, the socks he’s wearing even reaching up to his thigh. Yet, he still stumbles whenever he passes by a mirror.
He takes a deep breath, flattens out his skirt, and checks his braid before knocking on your office’s door. You tell him to come in and you don’t even spare him a glance, too busy with whatever it was that you are currently working on.
You still wear the same silken robe and he smells the alcohol mixing in the air with each deep breath.
“I’m done with everything.” He says.
“That’s good. You may rest now, I’ll give you the payment after I’m done.” Is all you reply to him, eyes not leaving your desk.
Your cheeks are tinted a bit red due to the wine so he assumes you’re a bit tipsy. It doesn’t do well talking to drunk people, he knows that much thanks to a certain archon.
“M-May I help you with anything else?” He interrupts.
That’s when you finally stop and glance at him. He’s red, embarrassed that he sounded like a squeaking animal. You place your head on your hand, tapping the pencil as you gaze upon him.
A smile lingers on your face. “Just sit next to me, if you really want to do something.”
“Sit?”
“Yes, It would be nice to work next to a pretty maid, no?”
Aether flinches at how you described him. He walks to the chair in front of your desk, staggering his steps.
He watches you work and realizes that you being this near is not good for his heart. He notices it from before, that you weren’t exactly wearing anything under the robe, showing more skin than necessary. He doesn’t want to look down—He’s not going to—but if he was to look under…
Archons.
“Is there something wrong, dear?” You ask.
Aether quickly shakes his head. “No! Not at all!”
He swallows the feeling of embarrassment. He shouldn’t have these kinds of thoughts, you are his employer, and he should treat you with proper respect.
Unfortunately, he can’t ignore the tired grunts you make, the way your robe seems to lower even more, and at this point, he’s not sure if he’s hallucinating.
The skirt is getting uncomfortable to wear, and a certain problem emerging. In fact, the whole outfit has started to do so. He fixes the collar, sweat starting to drip down despite the coolness of the temperature.
He places his palms on his cheeks, staring down, trying to calm himself.
He wonders how it would be if instead of the wine glass, you were to place that hand on his neck instead, to have you cup up his chin as you’re behind him with his back against your chest.
Aether continues daydreaming, not noticing that you’re calling up to him until he feels his wrist being taken away.
You pull him towards you and finds that you’re really warm.
“Traveler? Are you sick? Shall I send you home right now?” Your worry outstands him.
“N-No. I’m fine,” He glances down and tries to hide the growing tent with his apron. “I can wait. I’m good.”
You sigh.
If Aether was standing right now, he’d be down on his knees.
“No, I refuse to have you here any longer. You are clearly not well, I’ll compensate for it.”
Compensate? Does that mean you’ll be adding more to that ridiculously high payment?
He can’t have that.
“It is alright! I just uh—” What? Is he just supposed to admit that he was eyefucking you in his head?
He closes his mouth, scared that he’ll say something just as embarrassing.
“Don’t you have another task that I can do?” Aether asks.
“You can go home, I won’t take it against you—”
“Are you sure, Master—”
And Aether immediately wants to bury himself underneath. He didn’t mean to, he just didn’t want to go yet. Oh, when did he become this stupid? He’s always been rational when it comes to most things.
He hears you chuckle softly, which then turns into a burst of hard laughter.
He’s embarrassed himself and now you’re laughing. You’re laughing so hard that you start tearing up.
“W-Why did the Adventurer’s Guild send me such an adorable maid?” You say.
Aether thinks he’s far from adorable. In fact, he’d consider himself to be scary. He’s defeated three harbingers, fought a dragon, and gone through multiple battles. He is not…adorable. Not in the least.
He can’t find it in himself to argue with you.
“What’s wrong, baby? Don’t want Master to send you out?”
“I—You’re mocking my words! It just slipped out! I have a friend and I also call him by that title sometimes!” He frustratingly yells. Right, because of Diluc, that’s it.
“So you’re saying you…just have a habit of calling people your Master?”
Aether tries to stammer out a response. “W-Would you stop with all the teasing?”
“Oh, I’m the one teasing? Not the one who’s been so quiet as a mouse his whole stay, but all of the sudden drools as I innocently do my work?”
“You noticed…?”
“Of course, I noticed. You aren’t exactly sneaky when you stare at me as if you can see through my robe.”
Aether covers his face and crouches on his knees. Yes, he won’t argue that he does want your attention. However, he didn’t expect to get everything thrown at him all at the same time.
“Don’t worry, I think it’s cute.” You reassure him, helping him stand up.
“Sorry…I know you employed me for cleaning and all I’ve been doing is bothering you with your work—and you’re paying me too much already, I’ll just leave—”
Ah, Aether did not expect that.
He did not expect to be cut off from his mumbling with a kiss. Your lips were calming, soft and gentle. He feels you try to pull away.
He doesn’t want you to.
He pulls you closer to him, compared to you, he’s messy and in need. In need of your touch, in need of your attention. It’s a bit fast, he thinks. He’s only met you today, after all.
Aether doesn’t mind.
You separate from him, out of breath. “You know I’ll be holding that against you, right?”
“Yes…and no compensation needed. Please.” He stresses out. He doesn’t want this to come off as you are paying for his body. He wants this, it’s dizzying but relaxing. He’s been needing this kind of break, especially as of recently.
“Alright.”
It’s a shame that his black stockings are ripped this much, he thought they were rather cute. The desk is a bit uncomfortable on his back but he’s too distracted by your mouth on his cock, mouth gasping out pleasantly as you hold him still.
“S-Shit—” He curses out.
You apparently take that as a sign to go even deeper and multitask with your hands at the other end of his cock. You grumble something incoherent, and the vibrations send pulses to his nerves.
“W-What?” He asks, and then regrets it since you answer him again with him still inside your mouth. He tilts his head back, squirming on the hard desk.
You remove your mouth before he can even climax, just edging him to the point of him shuddering. His legs are so sticky, he can’t see it due to the skirt, but he feels it, the way his thighs slide against each other.
“Such pretty noises…I might just get tempted to keep you here if you keep doing that.” You state.
“I can’t.” He breathes out.
“Really? You’re sure I can’t convince you?”
“You can try.” Aether smirks.
You sneer at his confidence.
“Come here.” You direct.
“Stand?”
“Mhm, I’m sure laying like that can’t be good for you. Unless, of course. You already can’t stand up?”
Aether rolls his eyes at you. His legs shake with each step but he manages to position himself well, his back against your chest.
He hears the sound of the robe hitting the ground and he’s tempted to see. No, he wants to see.
He turns his head but his eyes are covered with your hand.
“Ah, no looking. Not yet.”
He can feel his entrance being stretched out, your fingers clearly taking their time. His heart thumps as his vision remains in darkness. Noises of satisfaction sounded from his throat.
He’s starting to get impatient with it, if he’s being honest. He remains still, however, he trusts that you know whatever’s best for him.
You hum and the tone of your voice seems satisfied.
After a few seconds of emptiness and silence, he finally takes you in. The urge to bend down right there was uncontrollable, but you hold his shoulders up. He’s this close to having a misstep and falling down.
His legs quiver, struggling to stand on their own.
You push further in and a silent cry comes out of him. He hopes that’s the last of it.
It isn’t, but he doesn’t have to know that.
God, he feels so full. He curses your hand, he wants to see it. See how filled he is, see how your length bulges from his stomach.
“P-Please, move your hand.”
“In a bit, dear.”
It doesn’t take much for his body to succumb with a few thrusts. Each breath seems as if you’re somehow getting even deeper. He seethes at the pleasure, close to spilling.
“Hngh—” Aether grunts out.
It’s intoxicating how you hold him by his waist, rubbing his stomach. And with each pump to his body, his mouth releases a satisfied sound.
He swears in his head. Close! He’s so close!
He taps your hand on his eyes repeatedly, wanting you to take it off now. But you ignore it, pounding deeper instead as a response.
His body shrivels, and the next thing he knows, he’s screaming because of how good it is.
He’s blinded by the light when you finally allow him to see, his vision taking a while to adjust. The first thing he sees is how much he spills on the floor and how there’s still some coming out, dripping on his thighs.
“Would you look at that? My maid, creating a mess. Aren’t you supposed to be doing the opposite?”
He tries to turn around and almost slips, if not for your arms.
“Want to see, my baby?”
“Yes.” He answers.
Right after he says that, he feels himself getting lifted up, you still inside of him. A soft moan quickly escapes his lips.
“W-Wait!” He complains, confused at what you’re doing.
That’s when he notices the mirror across the room. “No, you’re not actually thinking of—ah!”
You walk towards it all the while his legs are lifted and spread out. The movement has him bouncing on your cock despite still being sensitive from his first orgasm. It’s only a few steps. He can count how many you took with his fingers.
So, why is it that his body is responding too well to the point that he gets hard again?
“You alright there?” You ask him, his head still overwhelmed that he can’t hear you.
You blow on his ear and he looks at you annoyed.
“Why don’t you look in front of you before you pout at me?”
He stares at himself and looks away, having trouble maintaining eye contact with his own. The scene is so…passionate.
The way his skirt is lifted up to show his waist, his ripped stocking, and his flushed face. All the while you’re carrying him so lightly, your cock only halfway inside of him, wet from all the juices he’s leaking out.
Halfway? He questions himself. There’s no way you weren’t fully inside him earlier, right?
“What are you thinking?” You ask.
“N-Nothing!”
“Is that so?”
He whines at how you push further in, stretching his walls out fully. It’s way too big for him and he has no idea how he’s being able to take you so well. He watches the reflection as much as he could, despite his vision being blurry at most.
His body writhes at each slight movement that he makes, making him be reminded of the fact that he’s still being lifted up. He wants to say something, to speak about how you’re so mean to him for placing him in this position that you know will ruin him and his vocal cords. Yet, he doesn’t, knowing that’ll push you even further.
He’s so drunk and breathless, which doesn’t make sense considering you’re the one who’s been drinking the whole day.
You slowly pull yourself out to make space and Aether sobs. He sobs at how his walls clench onto you as if it depended on it, he sobs at how much pleasure this is giving him than what he expected.
He’s scared of what might happen after this. Of how his body will be affected by how much affection you’re giving it.
And then you thrust in.
A loud whimper breaks out of him, and as the noises of skin slapping together get louder, so does he.
Aether sings out pleas and how much you’re ruining his body, that he’ll never be able to take anybody else after this.
“You shouldn’t even be considering that, to begin with. You’re mine now, yes?”
And he hastily nods. Yours, of course.
He struggles to breathe, not knowing where to focus on when you’re pounding ruthlessly into him. His body feels so heavy and so brittle at the same time, You’re—
Aether’s thoughts get interrupted when you empty inside of him, filling him up. Warm, you’re so warm.
He throws his head back as he reaches his second climax, everything draining out of him.
“Hah—give me—a sec…” He stutters out.
“Of course, should I pull out?”
“No, keep…keep it in.”
It took a while for Aether to recover. You suggested that you two should sit down but he immediately shuts that off once he remembered that warranted more movement. So, he stays there slightly lifted up, bearing the slight twitches of your cock.
You waited patiently, having a sight to look at just like this wasn’t exactly a complaint of yours.
He grabs your arms, lowering himself to the ground.
His legs aren’t exactly what you would call stable.
He moves on his own, pushing his body in and out. It’s slow, but it’s also gratifying at the same time. Some of your cum slips out with each push, being used as lubrication by your maid.
“You’re doing so well, keep it up.”
“‘Love your cock.” He says.
“Hmm…I see that. Need some help?”
He nods embarrassingly.
You position him to face you instead, making it a lot easier for him to work his way through.
It’s adorable how he hard he tries, his fingers are barely grabbing themselves onto you, in fact, you’re the one that’s the cause of Aether being to at least be on his feet.
He cries out loud as he hits that sweet spot of his, tongue lolling out from the pleasure. He’s tight and the movement is riling up the fire inside of you to use his body to your own accord. You fight against it, admiring at how much he’s trying to get that satisfaction without overwhelming himself from being too sensitive.
“That’s right, baby. Keep going. You’re so close aren’t you?”
“Mhm.”
He shudders at it, his core boiling to its brim.
“Please don’t let me fall.”
“I would never.” You promise.
Aether goes at a quicker pace, from what strength he has still, and lets his lower half do all the work until he spills out again, breathless but finally satisfied.
Aether knocks on the door again, waiting for you to open it.
As usual, you carry a glass of alcohol in your hand. Although more clothed, ever since he got possessive that someone else might see you like this.
You smile, and he braces for the teasing.
“My, at this point I really have to ask. Do you enjoy getting ambushed by hydro slimes or is your memory that bad?”
Aether rolls his eyes. He needs to persuade you from having a proper path made to get here. “I need a shower.”
“Ah, I’ve set up a bath.” You offered.
“And I assume you’re coming with?” The blond snickers.
“Of course, I am. Like you even have to ask.”
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The big question- Sam Winchester imagine
Warnings// smut, smut oh and more smut
Word count// 3665
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Sam and you had been together for 2 years, you met while in your first day of Stanford, you sat at the back of the lecture hall with not knowing anyone you eddies to take the seat furthest away from the rest of the class, and you say there alone for all of 5 minutes before the seat next to you was being taken by a tall handsome stranger, the handsome man turned to you smiling placing his hand out "hi I'm Sam" you shook his hand returning his smile "I'm Y/N"
"You not much of a people person either?" Sam joked at the difference of where you two were say 4 rows behind you chatting classmates "definitely not, I don't really know anyone here yet other than my roommate" you said taking notes of what the professor had written on the board "well I guess you know me now too" was he flirting?, you turned to face him giving him a small smirk "I guess I do" am thought for a second before speaking again "so now that we're friends, what do you say I take you out for dinner say around 6 o clock? I could even take you to see a movie after" okay he was definitely flirting with you
Your cheeks were burning red, you definitely didn't expect to get a date on your first day of college "yeah it's a date" Sam nodded finding it hard to contain his own smile, he's not usually this straight forward especially when it comes to pretty girls, once the class was over you and Sam walked to exit to head to your next classes which unfortunately were not together as you've discovered "can I have your number? I can call you later so we can meet up tonight?" Sam questioned scratching the back of his neck awkwardly "yea definitely" you said taking out a pen to write on his notebook (xx xxx xxx xxx) "perfect I'll call you after my last class" Sam said tucking his notebook back under his arm
"I gotta get going room 336 is across campus" you said moving to walk to your class "Y/N wait!" Sam jogged slightly over to you "yeah?" Sam looked to the ground suddenly finding the ground very interesting "how about I walk you to your class" you smiled up at him "I'd really like that Sam" needless to say the date went amazing, Sam sweeper you right off your feet, you guys were dating for around a year when he asked you to move in with him, he had his own apartment since his roommate Louis moved out 3 months prior, of course you said yes and you guys couldn't have been happier, getting to wake up to the man you loved everyday as falling asleep next to him was thrilling.
Things has been going great for you guys since you moved in together a year ago, Sam was the perfect roommate and boyfriend, he never left his dirty laundry litter the floor, he never ate the last of your food, something you were very thankful for because your last roommate wasn't so respectful, and even if he did he replaced it before you noticed which wanted your heart and you always made sure to thank him in only a way you could, you guys rarely fought which was great and even when you guys had your stupid arguments that made you give each other the silent treatment, the make up sex made it so worth it,
Lately however, Sam had been acting strange, starting to become more secretive, you trusted Sam immensely so you knew he wasn't cheating on you, however the secrets were getting concerning, deciding to push it to the back of your head and just give him time, Sam would come talk to you when he was ready, like every Friday you finished your last class earlier than sam so you decided to go grocery shopping and head back to the apartment.
You were home an hour later, however Sam still had one more class so he wouldn't be home for another hour at most so once you put the grocery's away you laid down on the couch deciding to watch crappy TV till your boyfriend got home, tonight was takeout night so you decided to text Sam to see what he was thinking for tonight, surprisingly he replied pretty fast considering he was still in class 'what if we went out to that new restaurant tonight? I was gonna call and make reservations after I get out of professor Xs class' giggling at Sam's attempt to joke you started to feel excited, you guys hadn't been out in a while, loving the company of each other on the comfort of your own couch every night instead
'that sounds incredible baby what time?' You texted back and again within seconds, like it was already typed and ready Sam replied '8:30pm?' Considering it was 4:30pm you decided to take a shower, you sent Sam a quick text of approval before moving to the bathroom and taking a quick everything shower.
Once the clock hit 5:30pm you had finally dried your hair from the shower and curled it, still wearing your shower robe when you heard the front door open and shut "Y/N I'm home" god you didn't think you would ever get tired of hearing that, rushing out to greet your boyfriend, when you got to the kitchen Sam was placing his laptop bag on the kitchen counter, smiling you walk over to him Sam waiting for you with his arms open, wrapping your arms around your giant boyfriends neck to hug him, his own hands wrapping around your waist, now something you have always loved about hugging Sam, he always ended up picking you up and holding you close to him, like his own little koala
This hug was no different, Sam was lifting you off your feet, your legs wrapping around his waist, Sam leaned in the kiss you, you returned the kiss, moaning when moved his hands to the hem of your robe, running them up you legs and straight to your ass, squeezing your ass and pulling you closer to him so your bare heat was pressing against his deliciously cold belt buckle, you moaned rolling your hips to hit your clit either right pressure, Sam's hands squeezed hard as you opened your lips moaning his name, Sam took advantage of this as he slipped his tongue into the kiss, you fought for dominance over the kiss but there's not much Sam's tongue can loose too... especially when he's always practicing with it
Pulling away from the kids and stopping your actions "wait Sammy" you said pressing your hand on his shoulder "everything okay?" He asked panicked, you giggled "of course baby i just think we should save this for later" you smirked kissing his freshly shaven cheek "yeah your right" he said sitting you down on the kitchen counter next to his laptop case "so what's got you wanting to go out all of a sudden?" You were curious, normally you guys talked about dates, unless it's for birthdays or anniversary's "well Matt was talking about it saying the food there was great and I thought I should surprise you with a night out" Sam said kissing you once again, only this time it was a sweet kiss "your the best Sammy I love you so much" Sam have you a final kiss before pulling away giving you a smile "I love you more baby"
While Sam was taking a shower you decided do your make up, keeping it very simple as you were never one to do a bold eye, you put on some red lipstick to finish it off moving to your closet to pull on a black lace strapless bra and matching panties, you pulled on your red mini dress, you decided to pair the look with a pair of black stilettos and a black leather jacket to match your dress, Sam walked into your shared bedroom a towel gun loosely on his hips, his toned chest still dripping wet from the shower "you look beautiful Y/N" Sam said staring at you completely starstruck
Your turned giving your boyfriend a bright smile "thanks sweetie", Sam got dressed into a paris of black slacks and a dressy shirt, he styled his hair slightly, by the time you guys were finished getting ready it was 8:00pm, you made your way out to Sam's car to go to the restaurant. Sam parked the car and got out the drivers seat rushing over to open your door, extending his arm to you to help you out "what's for you being so gentlemanly tonight?" You asked linking your arm through his "I just want to make up for not taking you out regularly, your so beautiful I need to be showing you off every damn chance I get"
You giggled as you guys made it to the restaurant doors, Sam held the door open for you and you both walked up to the reception desk "hi we have a reservation for Winchester" the man nodded "of course and Winchester your table is ready, if you and the lovely lady can follow me please", the waiter said leading f you and Sam to your table, Sam pulled your chair out for you and once you were seated Sam sat on his own seat, the waiter placed two large menus on your table "would either of you like to order a drink?" Sam nodded "yes please, can I get a whiskey soda and can my girlfriend get a martini" the waiter nodded writing both drinks orders down "of course sir, they'll be right out" the waiter said walking towards the bar
"Wow Sam this place looks amazing" you said looking around the warm lit room seeing how crowded it was "yeah I've heard great reports from the place, so i though you and I should be the real judges of that" Sam said making you giggle, skimming through the menu you decided to order the chicken Parmesan with a side of fries, Sam decided on the steak, also with a side of fries, Sam and you made small chit chat about each others days as you waited for your food, which didn't take very long.
Both of you had cleared your plates "wow they weren't lying this place is amazing" you said placing your fork back on the empty plate "yeah it was incredible, we'll definitely be back here". "Can I interest you both on our desert menu, our chefs special tonight is the chocolate fudge cake infused with caramel filling and vanilla ice cream" that sounded incredible, Sam who was always able to read your mind was already ordering 2 of the chefs special, "I'm gonna run to the bathroom I'll be right back" Sam said, his voice coming out rushed, before you could ask if he was alright he was already heading to the bathroom's, you decided to brush it off maybe he had to pee really bad?
When Sam came back from the bathroom his demeanour was still the same, he looked around the restaurant anxious, once the waiter had came with your deserts he sat it down in front of both of you, you thanked the waiter, turning back to grab your spoon when you caught a glimpse of shine coming from your cake, confused you took a closer look, that's when you it... there was a ring on your cake a beautiful princess cut ring surrounded by little diamond, you breath hitched in your throat as tears tan down your face, when you looked back to Sam he was in front of you now, down on his knee, he took your hands in his, by now the whole restaurant was silent just watching you both in the most special moment of your life "Y/N, the second I laid eyes on you I knew you were special, after our first date I knew how right I was, your smart, kind and the most beautiful women in the world, your everything I have ever wanted and more, I could never imagine a life without you, you’re the reason I wake up smiling everyday because I get to wake up to you every morning I love you so much beautiful, will you marry me?” By the end of Sam’s speech you were in tear you let out a shaky breath “hell yeah I’ll marry you!” You cried reaching forward placing both hands on Sam’s face pulling him into a soft kiss
Once Sam pulled away he gently grabbed the ring giving it a quick clean, “you’ll be needing this” Sam chuckled as he took your left hand in his, he gently placed the ring on your finger officially making you an engaged women, the restaurant erupted into cheers for you both in celebrations.
Once you and Sam had left the restaurant you guys were on your way home as fiancés “i can’t stop smiling oh my god” you said holding your left hand in front of you as Sam drove “I’ve had that ring for a couple weeks now I just could figure out how to propose but I couldn’t hold it in anymore” Sam said as he pulled into your apartments parking lot. Walking up to your door Sam was picking you up bridal style making you squeal and grab him for balance “gotta start practicing carrying you over the threshold” Sam opened the door walking you both in before turning to lock up for the night, he started to walk you both to the bedroom playing with his slightly long hair “can’t wait to get you fiancé to bed huh” you joked
Sam chuckled dropping you gently to the bed “I’m so happy I can finally call you my fiancé now” Sam said gently taking your shoes off, his hands running up your legs, he went under the red dress pulling the black lace off your legs, Sam scrunched your dress up under your ass presenting your bare pussy In front him, the air making you clench at nothing, Sam smirked as he snaked his arms around your legs as he roughly pulled you to the end of the bed, you felt his hot breath against your core making you moan softly
Sam leaned in licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit to test the waters, when your body responded with your hand in his hair pushing him closer to you, Sam smirked against you as he got to work, Sam started fucking his tongue in and out of your right hole as his nose pressed against your clit making you see stars, you ran your hand through Sam’s hair your hips rolling against the movements of Sam’s tongue, Sam inserted his long thick finger inside of you, curling to hit your G spot with every thrust as he loved his mouth to your clit flicking it and sucking it into his hot mouth, once Sam added another finger it wasn’t long till you were chanting his name “oh my hod Sammy, I’m gonna come” you croaked out as you came hard on his tongue
Sam worked you through orgasm, pulling away from between your shaky legs he stood pulling his clothes off leaving him complete bare in front of you, you smirked moving to crawl towards him on weak legs, you stopped at his cock, his tip red and pre fun leaking from it, you wrapped your small hand around his big thick shaft moving your hand up and down at a slow pace to tease him, you went to take him into your mouth but Sam stopped you “tonight is all about you Y/N” Sam said grabbing the hem of your dress and pulling it off, leaving you in only your black lace bra, Sam grabbed the front of it tearing it off exposing your bare chest to him “oh fuck” you were dripping at this point wanting him to do something
Sam got the hint getting on top of you, he eased you back down on the bed, he leaned in to kiss you nipping at your bottom lip for entrance which was soon granted, Sam explored every inch of your mouth with his tongue, you moaned at the fact you could still taste yourself on his tongue, Sam moved the kissed down your neck sucking at your pulse point “please fuck me sam” you begged dying to feel the familiar stretch of his cock, sam chuckled moving his kiss down to your breast giving your nipple a playful bite, you arched your back at the feeling wrapping your legs around his hips, sam grabbed his shaft rubbing it up and down your folds coating his in your juices he groaned pressing his tip to your entrance,
Sam started to push his cock inside you inch by inch, not stopping until he bottomed out “you feel so fucking good baby” sam groaned as he started thrusting slowly to get you ready,”faster Sammy please” you begged so Sam grabbed your thighs, pushing them against your chest so your legs were over his shoulders, giving him the perfect angle to but your special spot, Sam pulled almost all the way out before slamming back inside you “oh fuck Sam!” You screamed in pleasure, Sam continued his pace the only sounds on the room that could be heard were moans and skin slapping skin “I’m not gonna last much longer” Sam groaned out “me either baby” Sam moved his hand down to your pussy and started to rub your clit to stimulate you “oh god I’m gonna cum” you screamed your head slamming against the pillow, Sam started to thrust into you even fast than before his fingers still rubbing your clit, you came in an instant, squirting all over Sam’s cock, that sent Sam over the edge as cam in spurts inside you “that was so fucking hot” Sam said his hips finally coming to a stop
he pulled out of you gently as he collapsed beside you pulling your sweaty body against his you leaned your head on his toned chest as you slowed your breathing, you couldn’t stop staring at the beautiful ring that now decorated your hand “I can’t believe we’re engaged” you said looking up at Sam who was already smiling down at you, “I know me either but I’m so glad you said yes” Sam grabbed your newly decorated hand in his as you both drifted to a sound sleep wrapped in your fiancés strong arms
You woke a few hours later to Sam still sound asleep, smirking you moved slowly out of his heaps as not to wake him just yet as you straddled him, his morning wood pressed against your core making you shudder, you leaned forward kissing his neck sucking a deep hickey under his jaw, Sam stirred as he slowly opened his eyes, smiling he wrapped his arms around your waist holding you close to him, pulling away from his neck you leaned in to cover his mouth with your own, sliding your tongue into his mouth, you and Sam continued to make out lazily
You began rubbing your folds over his erect penis, pulling away after a few moments you held his cock in your hand rubbing up and down jerking him off slightly “Y/N please” Sam moaned his hand’s gripping your waist tightly, “you want me to ride you handsome?”
You asked continuing to jerk him off “fuck yes!” You smirked as you hovered your dripping hole over Sam’s cock moaning Sam’s name as you say on him
Once Sam was fully inside of you, you began to bounce on his cock Sam groaned his hands moved to your ass gripping hard as helped you move up and down his length “oh god Sammy” you moaned as your breast bounced along with your motions, Sam was in a trance as he leaned forward taking your breast into his mouth sucking and biting before moving to your next breast repeating his actions
You soon felt your orgasms approaching “you gonna come Sammy” you teased knowing he was holding back, Sam took you by surprise gently pulling you off his shaft, he turned you around so you were on your hands and knees, Sam was behind you in seconds pushing his length inside you once more, he bottomed out against your ass, he was always able get deeper inside you when he took you from behind, Sam started to trust inside you at fast punishing pace “harder please” you begged your hands clenching the bedsheets so hard your knuckles were turning white
Sam obeyed instantly, he leaned forward his chest pressed against your back his hands moving to hold your breasts in his big hands as he started slamming his length inside your pussy, you screamed as Sam continued to thrust inside you as hard as he could until he was about to finish “cum with me gorgeous” Sam said as he squeezed your breasts his hips still going as hard as before, you obeyed and came with a scream of your fiancés name, clenching your pussy around his length pushing Sam to his end unleashing hot sports of cum inside you, Sam eventually pulled out and pulled you back to your previous position from last night, wrapped in his arms
Sam leaned over to kiss the top of your head, “well that was quite the wake up call” Sam joked smiling against your hair, giggling you place you ring hand on his chest “I wanted to wake my future husband up with a bang” you joked “well you certainly succeeded… i can’t wait to call you my wife Y/n” Sam said holding you closer to him “me either Sammy” you said closing your eyes and falling into a peaceful morning nap with your new fiancé, soon to be husband.
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Leraye the Demon
A family owned cafe, which has a magic of it's own, is centered in a city where ghosts, demons, and other strange things appear. Serving tea and even free peppermints has a whole new meaning to them.
Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)
It was barely even light out when you opened the back door to the cafe. You glanced up to the sky, seeing the moon was still out. For a moment you held your breath and counted to ten, letting the moon wash over you and prepare you for the long day ahead.
“Where are you with that moon water?” Your mother shouted from inside.
“Coming!” You yelled back. You grabbed up the pitcher and stumbled with a second. “It’s heavy,” you grunted as you went back into the kitchen.
“Good!” Your mother exclaimed. She took the pitcher and looked inside. “The extra heft means the moon was happy last night. Whatever we make today will be imbued with that special energy.” She took the pitcher and filled a measuring glass.
“Perfect!” You said excitedly.
Your mother turned back and squinted at you. “How so?”
Your cheeks flushed. “Well uh…it’s wednesday! Hump day. People need that extra push over the uh-” your mother’s stare made you squirm. “The hump.” You forced a smile.
“The green suit comes in today,” she said with a nod, turning back to the counter where she added yeast to the water.
You glanced aside, seeing your older sister, Bo, watching you from the coffee bar, her pitcher of moon water clutched in her hand, angled to begin pouring.
“What green suit?” You chuckled.
Bo let out her sharp but melodic laugh.
You turned and glared at her, mouthing “shut up.”
“Don’t sass your sister. We all know why you’ve been coming in every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday despite school,” she scoffed. “The green suit comes on those days at exactly 10:45. He orders a large flat white, a charmed rosemary scone, and the sandwich of the day.”
“He’s also a demon,” Bo added in.
Your mother raised a finger. “We let him have his privacy. He wants to pretend to be human, we let him. He’s not hurting anyone so there’s no reason for us to intervene.” Your mother then snapped her fingers at you. “Get to work, stop arguing with your mother! Get the front ready so when your father comes in he can awaken the place.”
You gave Bo one last look before heading out to the front of the shop. You took chairs down off the table, making sure the charm written on the bottom of each one is still clear and unsmudged. If any are, you’ll have to have your dad speak to them when he arrived.
Outside the window you could see shadows moving about, watching the inside before the wind swept them up, tossing them like smoke. They swirled and evaporated, but another would always take their place.
A ghost came through the door, their eyes distant and unfocused as they shambled towards the counter.
“You need to wait outside,” you said to them. “We’re not open yet.”
The ghost approached the counter with a mournful moan.
“We’re closed Hester!” You snapped at her. “Just because you lived here before doesn’t mean you get the run of the place,” you scoffed.
Hester didn’t move, she stood there at the counter, her pitiful moan getting louder and louder until your mom had to shout from the back. Hester slowly retreated then, but she didn’t leave, she just huddled in the corner holding her knees while her blood stained dress rippled out along the floor.
“Chill out Hester, be glad she didn’t come out here,” you sighed.
A while later your dad arrived, carrying a backpack in one hand, your baby sister’s hand in the other.
“Why is Jia not in school?” Your mother fussed.
You smiled at Jia, noticing she looked a bit off.
“Poor thing got sick on the way in. I told her she could sleep in the office and if she got worse I’d take her to Granny.”
Your mom sighed as she knelt before Jia, pinching her cheeks, swiping her forehead then kissing the top of her head. “Alright, she does have a changed scent today.”
“I’ll get her settled,” you said. You took Jia’s hand from your father. “Hester is pouting in the corner,” you said to your father.
He clicked his tongue. “The full moon last night must have her riled up, I’ll get her settled.” Your father took out his bells and incense.
You took Jia to the office, placing a blanket down on the old sofa so it wasn’t scratchy on her sensitive skin.
“What happened, Jiji?” You asked her.
Jia burbled and let out a burp. “Bad smell,” she murmured. “Very bad smell.”
You placed a pillow under her head. “Another one?” You sighed. “Where was it this time?” You reached into her bag, taking out her plush bat that was filled with dried rosemary, lavender, and sage.
Jia took the bat and held it to her face, breathing in deeply. “The mall.”
You nodded, knowing exactly what she was talking about. She had been smelling bad things from there for a while, not to mention you had been seeing a black cloud hanging around the place. “We’ll call Uncle Hector to come inspect things. You just rest okay. I’m sure Bo is already making you your ginger tea.”
“You smell nice,” Jia murmured. “You’re excited aren’t you?”
I arched my brow at her. “Your little nose is too good, Jiji.”
Jia giggled. “Is it the green suit? I like him! He smells…different.”
You hushed her. “No more talk of the green suit. All of you just love teasing me about him.” You then left, dimming the light so Jia could nap easier.
In the front you heard Hester’s agonizing wails while your father tried talking to her with a calming tone.
You turned the open sign on and suddenly Hester went quiet and floated back towards the counter. You sighed, placing a hard candy on the counter. A smile appeared on her drawn, sunken face and as she took the candy into her hand she began to disappear. A shining penny sat on the counter where the candy had rested. You placed it in the tip jar.
“I can’t see why we can’t just put the peppermint dish back out,” your dad said.
“Because then she’d start her shit all over again,” you scoffed. “Things have been so much better since we started enforcing her to obey our hours just like any other customer.”
Your dad shrugged, looking around the restaurant with a pleasant smile. “It’s going to be a wonderful day, I can feel it.”
Your mother came from the back, carting one of the big trays full of her baked wonders. “Not if bad shit keeps happening at the old mall.” You took the tray from her and she arched her brow.
“Is that why Jia’s reacting?” She asked. “The mall again?”
“I’ll call Hector, don’t worry,” you dad huffed.
The day went on as normal after that. The morning rush came and went, and right as things were getting quiet and you could do some cleaning, it was 10:45.
The door chimed and you looked up, your heart swelling with excitement and joy. It was the green suit, aka Mr. Leraye. On first glance he was not someone you would pay attention to, at least that’s what he wanted.
“A flat white and a rosemary scone,” he said with that quiet, smooth voice of his. “What’s the sandwich of the day today?”
You smiled brightly at him, watching as he took off his sunglasses. “It’s a good one!”
Mr. Leraye smiled. “Yes, but what is it?” He pointed to the sign that usually advertised the sandwich of the day, and it was noticeably blank.
“Oh!” You gasped. “I’m sorry. Things got hectic early today.” You took out the chalk and started writing.
He chuckled. “Quite alright.”
“I’ll tell you then. Today’s sandwich is banh mi with fresh carrot, cucumber, cilantro and marinated chicken.” You set the sign back in place. “It’s one of my favorites.”
“Sounds good. I’ll take one of those as well.” He took out a completely black credit card he used to pay for his order. “To be fair though, everything you make here I would consider a favorite. You’ve not disappointed me once with the sandwich of the day.”
“I can’t take credit for that. My mom does most of the meal planning,” you said with a chuckle. “I used to cook but university takes up a lot of time and energy these days.”
“That’s why I come here as often as I do. Work takes up all of mine.” He said this in such a way you felt like you couldn’t follow up with anything.
You decided to persist though. You wanted to keep talking to him.
“Nice day today, isn’t it?” You asked, hoping to spark up some conversation.
Mr. Leraye turned to look out the window. “I suppose.”
You tried to keep your customer service appearance up, but it was so hard to start a conversation with him. You’d been wanting to strike up a friendly rapport between the two of you for so long now, but it always seemed he was trying to get a thirty-nine and a half foot pole between the two of you.
“Not much for sunny days?” You asked.
“I’m not an outdoors person in general.” He placed his card elegantly back into his wallet, then tucked it into the pocket of his jacket.
“I don’t think you’re alone there,” you chuckled.
“I know,” he stated flatly.
Fuck, you cussed in your head. You’d had a crush on him for ages! Why couldn’t you catch a break? You decided to just do your job and get his order ready. You laid out the paper to wrap his sandwich for when your mom got it ready. You also got his flat white and fixed it with a lid and the paper holder.
The door to the kitchen opened, and Jia walked out, holding her bat. “Mom said I could have a croissant.”
“Just a second Jia, we’ve got a customer.” You motioned over towards Mr. Leraye who was looking at his phone.
“Sorry, mister,” Jia said.
“Quite alright.” He peered up from his phone to glance at Jia who was already staring up at him.
“I like your suit,” Jia told him.
Mr. Leraye looked taken aback. “Thank you.”
She tilted her head to the side. “Did you know, a long time ago, they had to use arsenic to make the color green for clothes?” Jia asked.
You bit your cheek to keep from laughing.
“I think I heard that somewhere.” Mr. Leraye stated with an uncertain tone.
Jia took a step towards him. “If your suit was made like green clothes used to be, you’d be covered in ulcers and vomit up blood. Even people around you would get sores and scabs from just brushing against the fabric!”
Mr. Leraye just stared at her.
“Aren’t you grateful it’s not?” Jia asked, stunned that he wasn’t reacting to her claims like she wanted.
You broke a bit, snickering as you took the tray containing Mr. Leraye’s sandwich from the window to the kitchen. “I’m sorry Mr. Leraye, she’s bored with telling us her favorite facts and she doesn’t have her school teacher to terrify today.”
He just shrugged with a stunned look on his handsome face. “I’m more shocked that such a cute looking girl knows such disgusting facts.”
Jia was offended. “History is very disgusting, sir!”
He nodded. “Well, right you are, young scholar.”
You reached into the counter and got Jia her croissant. “If you want cheese you can get some from Mom in the back.”
Jia instead looked back at Mr. Leraye. “Did you know that Marie Antoinette used a face cleanser made with pigeons?” She took a bite of her croissant looking Mr. Leraye dead in the eye. “Actually, it was made with eight whole pigeons! Could you imagine?”
“I…I honestly don’t think I can.” There was a slight chuckle to his voice.
Her gaze didn’t move from him as she took a bite of her croissant. “Rich people are weird.”
“She may have been rich, but in death she was treated no more than a pauper.” he leaned down slightly towards Jia. “Did you know she was buried in an unmarked grave?” He asked her.
Jia’s eyes widened. “Yes!” She said with excitement.
“You are a morbid little doll,” he said.
“I wish I was a doll. That would be cool,” Jia sighed.
You placed Mr. Leraye’s order on the counter. Once again, you had written your number on his cup. This would be the third time, and third time was always the charm. “There you go, Mr. Leraye. Hopefully my sister hasn’t put you off your food too much.”
He picked up his bag. “Not at all. I’m sure I’ll think back on it fondly later today.” For a moment, his glamor faded in front of you. Green smoke billowed off the top of his head, which shrouded the great horns hidden within. His pure white skin had deep green stains around his mouth, fingers, and down the center of his throat.
He picked up his flat white, his hand covering your desperately placed number. “Have a good day then.” He turned and faced an unblinking Jia. “Do you have another morbid fact for me before I go?”
Jia stepped forward a bit. “Siberian bears will dig up dead bodies for food.” She took a bite of her croissant again. “They used cemeteries like refrigerators.”
“You’re not a Siberian bear are you?” Mr. Leraye asked.
Jia shook her head.
“Good.” He said with a nod. “Thank you again,” he said towards you.
“Thank you, have a good day Mr. Leraye,” you said to him as he left. You then cut your eyes at Jia. “How long have you been sitting on that green dye line?”
She just smiled wickedly as she nibbled on her croissant. “How long are you gonna put your number on his cup?”
You glared at her and she glared back. “Better be glad you’re still cute, Jiji” you grumbled at her.
That evening you stop at the grocery store like always. You get your favorite drink, as well as whatever few things are needed at home. You’re going down the cereal aisle when you see an emerald glow from the corner of your eye. You look up, and there he is, the green suit himself holding a box of overly sugary and childish cereal.
Your heart pounds and you wonder if you should say anything. It’s your first time seeing him out in the wild, you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. You stood, adjusting your scarf and fluffing up your hair. You then turned towards him with a smile.
“Good evening, Mr. Leraye.”
He set the cereal box down with force, jerking away from the shelf like he had been caught. His dark eyes focus on you and there’s a visible relaxing of his shoulders. “What a surprise.”
“How was the banh mi today?” You asked.
“It was very good.” His eyes darted about.
“Sorry if my baby sister freaked you out today. She’s been going through a phase.” You say this, but you have a feeling it won’t be a phase for Jia.
“Don’t apologize, it was a surprise, but I found myself looking up green dye today at work just to make sure it’s not still arsenic.” He shrugged. “Funny how the mind works.”
“Yes, funny.” You saw a ghost standing behind Mr. Leraye. The face of the ghost was blurry and jerky. In fact the atmosphere in the cereal aisle became heavy and anxious. You swallowed and the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, prickling as the ghost stared at Mr. Leraye’s back.
“Do you mind helping me with something?” Mr. Leraye walked towards you. “You know a thing or two about coffee right?” He led you down the aisle, away from their jerking, whispering ghost that knocked over a display of bran flakes as it watched you.
Relief swept over you the further you went. In the coffee aisle, Mr. Leraye picked up a random bag of coffee and showed it to you. “I’ve got a dinner meeting I’m hosting at my house. I was wondering what I should get.”
“You saw it too, huh?” You chuckled. “It was creeping me out, so thanks for getting us out of there!”
Mr. Leraye frowned. “Saw what?”
“The ghost,” you said as simply as possible. “Honestly if you want to serve something at a dinner party, I would recommend getting whole beans and grinding them. It looks impressive to most people.”
His stare didn’t budge. “You can see ghosts?”
You nodded. “I see lots of things. Ghosts are just kind of everywhere, ya know? Like the shadows. But if it’s hidden from the human eye, I can usually make it out.”
Mr. Leraye’s whole body became rigid. His fist clenched tight and there was a wisp of green smoke that would puff from his nose.
You then realized what he was getting tense about. “It’s okay, really. I’ve been noticing stuff like that all my life. It’s sort of a family trait,” you chuckled. You then tapped your finger to your lips. “Don’t tell anyone.”
Mr. Leraye huffed, setting the coffee back on the shelf. “I knew there was something up with the cafe,” he murmured. He then eyed you, trying to figure out if you knew his secret too.
“My mom comes from a long line of witches, and my dad fancies himself an occultist and psychic.” you shrugged. “All my siblings have some sort of special gift.”
“No wonder your sister has such fascinating wisdom.” he kept watching you, waiting for you to spill the beans. “What about you then?”
“My mom calls it my x-ray vision,” you said. “But basically, I can see things most people can’t. My little sister has the scent version of that,” I said tapping my nose.
Mr. Leraye’s shoulders went back and he lifted his chin up. He looked dominating, hot, but unwarranted. “So…what do you see now?”
“Nothing really, just you,” you replied with a smile.
He breathed and green smoke flowed from his nostrils. “That’s good I suppose.” You both started walking, ambling down the aisles together.
“Do you work near the cafe?” You asked out of curiosity.
“The Ettellia Complex,” he said. “I have an office there.”
You glanced up at him. “That pretty building that used to be a cathedral? It must be nice there.”
“It can be,” he murmured. “But like most of this town, it has more than it’s fair share of ghosts.”
“Does it get aggravating?”
“Not for me,” he murmured.
You shrugged. “Yeah. I guess I’m just used to it myself. And we usually figure out a way to deal with them if they get to be too much. And we have a good family friend that deals with really bad ones.”
Things got quiet as you lingered in the baking and spices aisle.
“Have you noticed anything about the mall?” You asked.
He looked up from a bottle of vanilla he was inspecting. “I know I wouldn’t go there if I was paid to. Why do you ask?”
“My sister, she'll get really sick if she goes near it. The smell there really affects her. That’s why she was at the store today. I was just curious if you had noticed anything about it or…maybe knew something.”
“Why would I know?” He asked as someone walked past the two of you.
You walked up to the only register that was open and stood in line together. “Mind if I ask what you do?”
“What do you do?” He countered.
You shrugged. “I dunno. School and the cafe is really it.”
He nodded. “That’s good at least. What do you do at school?”
You smirked and leaned towards him a bit. “What do you do at work?” By now, this was the longest conversation you were able to have with Mr. Leraye, you weren’t going to let it slip through your fingers.
Mr. Leraye sighed. “I do design work for companies.”
Ah-ha! So your mother was right. He did have some sort of office job. “So you're the artsy type.”
He gave you the eye. “I wouldn’t say it’s artsy. Not these days anyways.”
You looked ahead at the line, seeing the blurred face ghost heading towards the glass doors. “What kind of design?” The doors opened for the ghost, causing a woman nearby to get startled.
“Depends. I do a lot of formatting and arraignment on things. Sometimes logos.” He glanced down at you. “And aside from writing your number on coffee cups, what do you do?”
Yoru cheeks warmed and you met his glance. “Oh, so you did notice.”
Mr. Leraye nodded. “I did.”
You stood there awkwardly, stomach grumbling a bit from nerves and hunger. That made the atmosphere feel even more awkward.
“What do you really see? Is that why you kept leaving your number?” He asked in a hushed, urgent tone. “Tell me the truth.”
You licked your lips then took in a deep breath. “Green smoke. Paper white skin,” you said simply.
Mr. Leraye nodded in silence.
“I wouldn’t tell a soul,” you murmured.
The line moved and you stepped forward. Mr. Leraye angled himself behind you. He leaned down to whisper to you.
“All I want is to live my life in peace. There has been too much chaos before, and if that were to ever be ruined-”
“I get it,” you huffed. You turned and looked back at him. “I’m not hinting at chaos. I left my number because I like you.”
His eyes widened and he stood straight again.
“I left my number in a, you know, flirting way,” you pouted.
There was no expression on his face. Those sharp cheekbones and jawline didn’t bridge. “Oh. I see.” he said that in a way too calm a tone for someone who was about to threaten your life for revealing his identity.
“That’s it?” You asked.
“I’m thinking,” he mumbled.
You approached the conveyor belt and placed your items upon it. “About?”
Leraye let out a huff and he smoothed down the front of his jacket. “I’ve purposefully avoided any dating or romantic entanglements while I have been here. Mainly out of fear of being found out and possibly having to leave my life behind to rebuild elsewhere. But…you already know.”
“Know what?”
He glared at you.
You chuckled as you approached the counter and the conversation went quiet. You paid and got your bags. You looked at the door, seeing the blurry faced ghost was standing out there. Your stomach went into a knot, but you knew you’d have to walk past it. It even seemed to be waiting on you.
Mr. Leraye stepped up and led the way. As he walked past the ghost, the green smoke he released billowed off, surrounding the ghost which disappeared back inside the grocery store.
“Thanks,” you said with a breathless voice. “I usually don’t mind ghosts, but that way made me feel uneasy.”
“No problem.” He turned and looked at you before heading to his car. Green smoke came out instead of white steam in the cold air. He took his phone out of his pocket, and the light from it illuminated his very pale skin. “I don’t have that cup anymore, so what’s your number?”
Your heart leapt up into your throat. “Oh uh-” Your thoughts fumbled about for a bit before you blurted out your phone number.
He nodded, tucking his phone back into his pocket. “We’ll talk then.”
A smile blossomed on your face and you couldn’t hold back. “Okay! Sure. Yeah.” You bobbed your head along. “Sounds good. Yup!”
Mr. Leraye Gave you a look. “Don’t get too excited now. I haven’t made up my mind.” He turned and walked back towards his car.
You were still excited. He had your number on his phone, that was enough to celebrate about.
The following day, you were getting out of class and heading towards the library to study. The day was bright, and it was hurting your eyes. You squinted through the shadows of the awning around the library door, thinking you could see someone coming towards you.
Then your phone rang.
You scoffed, it had ot be your mother, no one else ever called you. You answered without even looking.
“I’m just getting out of class, I haven't even gotten the exam results back yet,” you huffed.
“Well then, I’m glad I’m not bothering you.” Leraye’s voice came through and shocked your system, stopping you dead in your tracks.
You held your breath for a second. “Sorry, I thought this was my mom.” You stepped off the sidewalk onto the grass so people could get by.
“Only me. I wanted to continue our conversation from last night.”
You swallowed. “Okay, sure.” You wandered along the grass, aiming towards one of the trees so you could stand in shade. “What about?”
“It bothers me that you can see me.”
“A lot of people can see you. Is that really so bad?” You sat down under the tree and placed your backpack to the side.
“Not what I meant,” he grumbled. “You can see me like no one else can. That bothers me a great deal.”
You glanced around, seeing people going back and forth to classes. “I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone. Not that I ever was going to.”
“But what if someone found out about you? About your family? If word got out you could see beyond normal vision, that could be a problem.” You could hear a chair being moved as Leraye spoke to you.
“I guess,” you murmured.
There was an edge of irritation to Leraye’s voice. “I’m being serious here. It concerns me that you can just tell people so easily about your abilities.”
“Just you.” You leaned back against the tree and looked up.
“A demon,” he huffed.
“Is there something you’re trying to get at?” You were trying to keep the conversation light in case anyone were to be listening in.
“Is there somewhere we can talk about this in private?” He asked.
You smiled as your heart pounded. “Like a date?”
“Not like a date. I want to talk to you in person,” he huffed.
You thought for a second. “Do you like sushi?”
Leraye grunted. “What?”
“There’s a sushi place down from my family’s cafe called Nice Place. They have these big private booths, they also have really good food. We can meet there tonight if you want. So, do you like sushi or not?” You were holding back on your excitement.
“That’s fine,” Leraye sighed. “But don’t be getting any ideas.”
“Great. Let’s say at six?”
“Fine. I’ll see you then.” He hung up and you jumped from the ground and rushed across the grass towards the parking lot. You had just enough time to get home, shower, and make yourself look nice for the ‘not date’.
At home, you were drying your hair while Jia sat on your bed, playing with stuffed raccoon dolls.
“You have that smell again,” she said.
“I know,” you huffed. “I’m meeting Leraye at Nice Place.”
You could see Jia peek at you from the mirror. “How did you do that?”
“We ran into each other at the grocery store last night and got to talking. By the way, the ghost you said that smells like diesel fuel is back.”
“He’s creepy.” Jia slipped off the bed and came to stand by you at your vanity. “Are you and green suit gonna kiss?”
Your cheeks flushed. “I don’t know, Jiji!”
“You smell like you did during your prom.”
You turned and frowned down at Jia. “Don’t you have anything else better to do than bother me?”
Jia shook her head. “Mom said I couldn’t read my big book because I called the neighbor a troglodyte.”
You eyed Jia as he took your comb through your hair. “Do you even know what that word means?”
Jia shrugged. “If I had my big book I would.”
You stood up and pointed to the door. “I’ve got to change, so get.”
Jia gathered her raccoons off the bed. “Fine.” She stopped in the doorway and looked back at you. “Green suit smells nervous when he comes in the cafe.”
You frowned at her. “What?”
“He gets this smell when he comes in, especially when you’re around.” Jia then smirked. “That’s all.” She shut the door as she raced off.
Because of that, you felt nervous.
You walked to Nice Place, stepping inside where you saw Leraye waiting at the hostess stand. He turned toward you, and dark eyes got this look to them.
“They’re cleaning a table,” he stated.
You nodded. “Okay good. Don’t have to wait long.”
Leraye glanced over you, which you had hoped he would do. You had worn a special dress just for the night, along with a snug little cardigan since it was chilly out. Both were a shade of green.
“You look…nice,” he said with some hesitance.
“Thanks,” you chuckled. “I like your suit.”
He adjusted his jacket. “Yes, well, I came straight from work.”
That moment the hostess returned and seated you at one of the big booths, pulling back the large curtain. She gave you both water and set up the tea set, then closed you in with your menus.
Larey picked up his menu. “What do you recommend?”
“If I could afford it, I’d get the sample platter. You get a bit of everything, plus the soup and some extra toppings. It’s expensive but well worth it.” You were checking out the affordable rolls.
“Go ahead and order it, I’ll take care of it,” Leraye said with such a cool, even tone.
You bit the inside of your cheek. “You sure? It’s a lot.”
He laid down his menu. “I don’t mind.”
You hesitantly set your menu down as well, watching as Leraye poured himself a cup of green tea.
“Thank you, this will be a treat.” You tugged at your dress under the table, hoping you weren’t showing too much lap.
“Does it really not bother you that I’m a demon?” He asked suddenly.
You glanced up at him and cleared your throat. “Should I be? I mean, it is odd. The first time I saw you I was a little freaked out, demons don’t just come to earth for coffee and sandwiches.”
Leraye eyed you with a smoldering gaze. “You would be surprised.”
You leaned against the table a bit. “You mean they do?”
“Not exactly. But in the past five years, lots of demons have been leaving our world for this one.” He took a sip of tea then set it aside. “I left before all that.”
You furrowed your brow. “Why are you telling me this?”
“So you’ll understand how dangerous your power is. If the wrong people found out about it, it could put you in danger. You could become a tool.” he shut up instantly as the waitress came. You quickly gave your order, and once the curtain dropped again you both looked at one another with stony expressions.
“We don’t just tell anybody, and even so, my family has friends in all sorts of places. My dad used to work for Robin Antiquities, ever heard of them?”
“I know of Robin,” he murmured. “I ask because I know my kind are constantly hunted. And while I may not like my family, I do care for their well being. I also don’t want to see you being used.”
“My family is well prepared, Leraye,” you said sternly. “My parents know just as much about these things as you do, I’m sure.”
Leraye nodded. “This is part of why I wanted to talk to you.”
“If you’re so worried about my safety then why not take care of me yourself?” You felt embarrassed as soon as the words left your mouth.
Leraye glanced aside, and a slight shift in color on his cheeks took place. Awkward silence filled the booth, and even the waitress could sense the tension when she brought your soup.
“Anything else?” She asked, trying her best to sound chipper.
“Sake,” Leraye said suddenly. “Please.”
The waitress nodded, closing the curtain back without a word.
“Sorry about that,” you muttered.
Leraye shook his head. “I suppose I was leading the conversation anyways.”
You took a drink of water to excuse the silence. When it felt like the silence was too much, you decided to just lay it out. “I’ve liked you for a long time. Demon or not,” you muttered. “You’re nice, a bit standoffish, but I can understand why.” You tugged at the hem of your dress again. “Maybe I’m weird because I do like the demon aspect. Not many girls like monsters I suppose.” You peered back up at him, seeing he’s watching you with that smoldering gaze again.
“But I just…” You swallowed as your nerves fluttered around in your chest and throat. “I just like you.”
“Well,” he murmured. “Thank you, that’s kind to say.” He rubbed at his jaw. “I would be lying if I said I wasn’t flattered. Nor do I think you’re alone in your attraction. I mean, to monsters.” He glanced aside again. “Lots of my family have shacked up, so to speak, with humans.”
You smiled shyly to yourself.
“Also…I order the same thing everytime I come into the cafe because, well, I get too anxious to think of anything else.” Leraye looked back at you.
You opened your mouth to speak when the waitress opened the curtain back up. She placed your food on the table, as well as Leraye’s order of sake. Once she left, you sat in silence again, looking at your food.
“So this is a date,” you murmured.
Leraye chuckled, smiling at you as color rose in his cheeks. You smiled back, giggling softly as Leraye poured you each a small glass of the warm sake.
“Yes, I suppose it is.” Leraye murmured. He held up his glass and you both toasted to the evening.
The rest of the date felt a bit lighter. The air had been so heavy when you started and all of a sudden it was barely noticeable. You played footsie under the table, touching more and more as the warmth of the sake flowed through you.
Leraye drank more than you, finishing off the sake just before leaving. He didn’t seem drunk, but there was an openess to him he didn’t usually have. He put his big hand on the small of your back.
“Let me take you home,” he said.
“Oh, no, that’s alright,” you gasped. “My whole family is there, I wouldn’t want you getting ragged in because of them.”
He nodded. “Then how about you be a gentleman and take me home?”
You squinted for a brief second. “Do you need me to?”
Leraye leaned down, cupping the back of your neck in his hand. He kissed you and he tasted like sake. His lips were warm, but his hand felt chilled against the nape of your neck.
“I haven’t had anything to drink in a long time,” he murmured. “I feel warm all over.”
You nodded. “Yeah. Me too.”
He leaned down again, kissing you affectionately.
Leraye eventually gave you his car keys, and the navigation in his car directed you to his apartment. You got him home and inside his place, which you were surprised to find was full of geodes, rocks, and fossils.
“I’m going to get some water. Want some?” Leraye stipped off his jacket and undid his tie.
“Uhh…sure,” you replied with nerves.
Leraye nodded, wandering off while you were left to look around his living room. He had all sorts of crystals and rocks in his home. It was really quite the amazing collection. You were looking at a large chunk of bismuth when he came back.
He held two bottles in his hand, and he had taken off his dress shirt so all he had on was his tight under shirt. His hair was also disheveled, so he had this sleepy, sexy apeprance to himself.
“Water,” he handed you a bottle then cracked his own open.
I smiled at him, enjoying seeing him in a new state. “I didn’t expect you to be a geology fan.”
You sighed. “It reminds me of home,” he murmured.
“Hell?”
Leraye grimaced and gave you a sarcastic look. “No, not hell.” he glanced back to the rocks. “It’s not what you’d think.”
You smiled and drank some water. “My dad has a lot of crystals back home. We had them sitting out during the full moon.”
“I don’t do that.” Leraye waed for you to follow him, taking you back into another room where there were bookshelves and an entertainment system. He sat down on a massive green sofa and stretched out his legs. You sat beside him, keeping your legs tucked back and together.
“I rarely host guests, let alone a date,” he murmured. “I’m not sure exactly what to do.”
You pressed your lips together in a tight line. You glanced towards the television set and pointed. “We could watch a movie.”
“We could.” He sat up and bent forward, reaching for his phone in his pocket. With a few taps the lights dimmed, and colored LEDs turned on around the entertainment system. Another few taps and the TV turned on as well as switched to an app.
“What movie?” Leraye asked. He handed you his phone so you could scroll through.
You thought for a moment, pursing your lips together. “You really trust me with this decision?”
He shrugged. “I’m at a point right now i don’t really mind much.”
You looked through movies with a slight smile. “Do you often mind much?”
Leraye was quiet for a long pause while you scanned through the movie selection. He shifted in his seat, leaning back and sighing. “I guess.”
You looked from the phone over to his profile, seeing his head leaned back and his eyes gazing up at the ceiling. You lowered the phone down, taking the opportunity to gaze at him and admire him. You saw beneath his human guise, the paper white skin mingled with green smoke stains. His long white hair trailed off the back of the sofa as well as down his shoulder and along his extremely long arm.A long tail curled from behind, going down the side and flicking up and down your ankle. He turned and looked at you, smoke trailing from his endless eyes sockets.
“What are you looking at?”
You inched closer to him and laid your hand over his. You brushed aside his long hair and tucked it behind his wing-like ear.
“You of course. I’ve never gotten a close look at you before.” You grazed your knuckles along his sharp cheekbone and he reached up, grabbing your hand and pulling it away.
He snarled and sharp teeth appeared from behind his lip. Inside a dark green tongue licked along the sharp edges.
“I told you to pick a movie to watch. Not me. I’m relaxing in my own home, don’t take advantage of that.” he didn’t let go of your hand.
“I wasn’t,” you giggled. You inched in closer, kissing his cheek and jaw. You could smell that earthy scent that Jia described, it was wonderful.
Leraye grumbled. “Hey.”
Your lips brushed against his neck and Leraye trembled. You moved in closer to him and your dress hiked up around your thighs.
“That’s…that’s enough, don’t you think?” He puffed but didn’t try to fight.
You pressed in close to him, kissing more and moaning while you did it. His hand reached around you and gripped the small of your back, causing your whole spine to electrify. You lifted your head to face him, both of you breathing slightly off. The two of you kissed and you began to swoon, getting dizzy and a little lightheaded.
Pulling back you took a deep breath, swallowing then chuckling softly. “Okay, I’m done now.” You eased back and Leraye’s tail slipped down along your thigh, bare skin to bare skin. You sat back down on the sofa, selecting a movie.
“It’s a cartoon.” His arm slipped around your shoulders.
You smiled to yourself. “It’s Spirited Away, show some respect.” You relaxed into his side snuggling against him. His tail curled around your back, resting into your lap where you began petting it mindlessly. That was, until you heard a low purr rumble in Leraye’s chest. He coughed to cover it, but you smiled, knowing exactly what you heard.
Together, you watched the movie until you began to feel yourself drift off. You sat up, causing Leraye to move as well.
“I should get going,” you yawned. “Or I’ll pass out on your couch.”
Leraye tapped on his phone, and the light turned back on. He stood up and offered his hand to you. “Will you be at the cafe tomorrow?” He asked.
You smiled as you tugged your dress back down. “I will be. Will you?”
He nodded. “I will.”
Leraye drove you back home. Once you parked out front, he got out of the car with you, walking you up to the front door.
“Very brave, what if someone jumped out?” You asked.
Leraye brushed his fingers through his hair, shifting back into his disguise. “I would hope it would be Jia. I like her.”
“She’s hopefully been in bed for hours.” You stood on tiptoe, giving him a soft kiss. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He nodded quietly, peering in through the door as you opened it. “Tomorrow then.” You took one last look at him, smiling as he looked bashful. You closed the door and took in a deep breath, extremely happy with how the evening turned out.
The next morning went on like usual, setting up the cafe and getting ready for the day. As you got the front set up and swept outside, you saw Hester sitting at one of the tables outside. You looked her over and sighed.
“Cold morning, isn’t it Hester?” You asked.
Hester moaned.
You followed her gaze across the street. A couple of years ago someone had bought a few of the old storefronts and renovated them. One was a candy store and opened early to sell fresh donuts to the morning crowd. The owner often came over to buy coffee for his employees. Hester watched the storefront with sad eyes, focusing on the owner as he stepped out to put up his sandwich board sign.
“Owns a candy store,” you murmured to her. “Sounds like a good deal to me.”
Hester whimpered.
You chuckled and saw a splash of green in your periphery. Leraye came walking up, clutching a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Hester leaned out in front of him.
Your mouth opened and you were breathless. “You’re early.”
Leraye nodded. “I know.” He held up the flowers. “I got these for you.”
You smiled, taking them and chuckling. “I’ve never been given flowers before.”
“I panicked,” he said.
You smiled sweetly up and him and opened the door, ushering him inside. “Flat white?” You asked.
Leraye approached the counter. “Actually, I think I’ll try something different today.” He glanced over the menu above you. Behind you in the kitchen you could hear your mother and Bo whispering and giggling.
“I’ll try a mocha today,” he said.
You looked at him with surprise.
His whole body stiffened. “What? Is that weird?”
You shook your head. “No, just unexpected. It's one of my favorites.”
He relaxed a little. “Okay then, uhm…avocado steamed bun.”
“Ooh, another good choice,” you said. “Will that be all? Or do you want a sandwich of the day too?”
He shook his head. “I figured I would take you out for lunch today. If you’re free.”
“She is,” your mother called from the back.
You bit your cheek and looked up at him. “I get off at one.”
“I can pick you up here,” he said.
You nodded, rubbing the back of your neck. “Sure. Uhm…one sec, let me get your order together.” You went into the back, seeing your mother and sister giggling.
That afternoon, you waited out front of the store for Leraye. Across the street you saw Hester peering through the window of the candy shop.
“That’s new,” you murmured. A few seconds later, Leraye pulled up in his car. You hopped in, settling into the seat as he drove off.
“So, where are you taking me for lunch?” You asked.
“My place,” he stated.
You smirked. “Oh fun! Are you going to murder me?”
He gave you the eye from behind his sunglasses. “No. I was going to make you lunch. I thought it would be nice.”
“You can cook?”
Leraye turned and smirked at you. “I have a few specialties.”
It was a blur from his car to the apartment. Somehow you ended up making out in his driveway, next thing you knew, you were on his kitchen counter with Leraye’s head between your thighs.
You clutched his horns, breathing hard as his tongue lapped over you. You felt steam and heat along the cold counter top, growing the more Leraye feasted upon you. Pleasure radiated from your core, your eyes lowered as you let it swept through your limbs. Leraye chuckled against your thigh, kissing softly then stroking his hand up your center.
“When you said make me lunch-” you panted. Ou let out a long moan, hitting your head against the cabinets.
“I meant something else,” Leraye growled. He rose up, a tall, statuesque demon standing before you. “But this works out too.”
You took a few breaths, collecting your thoughts from the arousing tongue lashing. “You were really good at that.”
“I can do better.” Leraye leaned over you, kissing you while his tail wrapped around your leg.
You smirked and rubbed your hand up his chest. “What does that mean?”
Leraye picked you up, carrying you from the kitchen to his bedroom. It was dark despite it being the afternoon. His curtains were drawn, blocking out most of the light. He laid you down upon his bed and you both stripped away what remained of your clothing.
Leraye sat down upon the bed, kissing you softly and combing his spidery fingers through your hair. You pet his tail while the kisses were exchanged, and then his purr began to vibrate against your lips.
“I didn’t realize demons purred,” you breathed.
“Shh,” he fussed. He kissed you again, slicing you. His tail coiled around your waist, squeezing you slightly.
You crawled into his lap easing down until you felt his shaft against you.
“You don’t have to,” Leraye whispered.
“Maybe I want to.” You replied, his tail giving you an extra squeeze. You reached down, guiding his cock so it slipped between your thighs, rubbing right against you. You were already warm and wet from his nibbling in the kitchen, so you glided along him easily.
Leraye shuddered, let out a strangled breath as you started to move. “It’s been a while,” he murmured.
His cock throbbed against you, twitching so you could feel his pulse. You kissed him and his tail wrapped up around your back, snapping off your bra. You gasped slightly and his tail pushed you closer into Leraye.
“Stop teasing me.”
You let out a breath and slowly eased yourself down, using your fingers to press him inside. You grunted as he first slipped inside, but moaned as he went deeper.
His tail was now wrapped around your waist, going up your back and bending around the side of your neck. Leraye chuckled, and green lights illuminated from his eyes. He licked your cheek, moaning softly as he savored being inside you.
“How is it?” He whispered.
You wondered how he could even think of talking during a time like this. You looked into his eyes, and took nodded.
Leraye nuzzled into your neck and chuckled. “What’s that?”
You whimpered as his tail coiled more around your neck.
“Talk to me.”
“It’s good,” you burbled. “You feel good.”
He moaned, using his tail to move you. “So do you.” He kissed you, arching his hips and going deeper inside you.
The darkness of his room added to everything. You couldn’t see, so your sense of touch was all the more intense. His kisses, his fingers, every time they brushed against you it felt like electricity was flying through your veins.
His sheets felt so cold against your skin as you pressed into them. His body seemed so large above yours, like an island in his bed. You clung to him, breathing deeply every time his tail clutched tight around you. Inside was a fire, stoking through your body until melted everything in its path.
Sometime later, you stirred, waking up in bed which had cooled in the interim. You could make out shapes in the room, but it was still quite dark. You got up, walking over to the window and parking the curtain. Outside was a sea of white.
That was odd, you hadn’t heard anything about snow.
You turned back, seeing Leraye still snuggled up in bed, his tail twitched free of the covers, searching your side. He slowly began to move when he couldn’t find you. He eyes opened, peering out from his pillow to see you standing there naked.
“What are you doing?” He growled.
“It snowed.”
Leraye beheld out his hand, beckoning you back to bed. “Then you’re stuck here with me.”
You returned to bed, crawling under the covers with him. His tail curled around your hip and stroked up your back. You were just getting comfy again when your stomach growled.
Leraye sighed. “Second time you’ve done that to me.” He huffed and began to get up. “I did promise you lunch. I suppose now I owe you dinner.” he stood up from bed, searching the floor for his clothes. He tossed you a robe hanging on his door.
“If you want to join me while I cook.”
You smiled, watching him as he got dressed. “I can do you one better,” you grunted as you stood. “I’ll help you cook.”
Leraye nodded, a gentle smile on his face.
“Oh, I forgot to ask, what did you think of your different order today?” You asked as you meandered down the hall.
“I liked the mocha, a bit of sweetness was nice.” His tail brushed up against the back of your leg. “And I think I liked the baozi much more than the scone.”
“That’s mom’s specialty.” You stepped into his kitchen, watching him as he opened up his fridge. “What are we making?”
“Probably a pizza. Or a grilled cheese.” he looked back apologetically. “I forgot I needed to shop.”
“You’re in luck, I make the world’s best grilled cheese. They are Jia’s favorite.” You stepped up to Leraye and gave him another kiss. “I do hope you have lots of butter.”
He handed you an unopened box. “All you could eat.”
You snickered and he started laughing too. There before the fridge, you kissed some more until your frustrated belly won out. Outside, the snow continued to fall, and everything felt so quiet and still, just right to enjoy your new demon boyfriend.
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Could you write a fic with a writer who’s just found out that the guy she’s seeing really isn’t what she thought he was and she’s feeling really down about it/him and Jamie comforts her?
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we could be so good
It’s a sad drive from the restaurant to Jamie’s house. You walk straight in and crash on the couch.
“That bad, huh?” Jamie says.
You nod. “We’ve been going out for over a month, and it’s like a switch flipped. He’s a complete prick.”
Jamie awkwardly pats your head. “I’m sorry love.”
“How could I be so- so- blind?” you continue. “I should’ve known he was too good to be true. I fucking hate dating and I never want to fucking do it again.”
“You’ve been with a lot of shit blokes,” Jamie muses. You’re both silent, thinking back on all the guys you’ve dated over the past eight years.
He snaps his fingers. “Ronald Spencer.”
You sigh. “Ah yes. Ronald Spencer. The absolute love of my life. Fuckin’ shame we met so early in life.”
Jamie shrugs. “You were pretty mature for a pair of five year olds. ‘Course, I’d already had two girlfriends at that point, so I was way ahead of you.”
You wrinkle your forehead. “Okay, you were eight. You had three years on us and he broke up with me because you scared him away.”
“It’s my job to take care of you, and I think you could’ve done better. Speaking of-” Jamie gets up off the couch. “You want a snack?”
“Ooh, yes please.” You follow Jamie to the kitchen and hop up on the counter. He rummages through his cupboard and pulls out two bags of crisps and a chocolate bar.
“Told Roy these were for you so he wouldn’t throw them away,” he tells you. “Fucking mental, that one. Went through me whole house and got rid of so much shit.”
Jamie hands you the prawn cocktail chips, keeping cheddar for himself. “Don’t tell Coach.”
You zip your lips as he sits on the counter next to you.
“Oi.” He knocks his shoulder against yours. “Forget about that fucking nutter, yeah? You can do better.”
You shrug and say, “Don’t really think so at this point. Maybe I’ll just move back to Manchester.”
Jamie whips his head around to look at you. “Fuck. No. This house is too fucking big and too fucking quiet. Plus, I save so much money on house sitters.”
“Like you need to save money,” you snort.
“I’m serious,” Jamie insists. “The fuck would I do all alone here?”
You give him a strange look. “Um, I don’t know, bring a girl ‘round? Go out at night instead of watching telly with me? Not listen to me complain about shit dates?”
“Or,” he suggests, “I could not do any of that and we could go on un-shit dates together.”
You laugh. “Un-shit? That’s the best you could come up with? Wait- what?”
Jamie’s words finally register.
It’s silent except for the crinkle of the chocolate wrapper. Jamie hands you half and you snap it into smaller pieces.
“Yeah, I mean, might as well shoot my shot now, right? Not to be fucking weird, but I’ve had a crush on you for ages. Since we were kids. Like I said, didn’t want to make it weird ‘cause, like, we live together. Didn’t want things to be awkward. Or for you to fucking move back home. I mean c’mon love, with your mum? Wouldn’t do that to you.”
You smile. “Okay.”
“Okay?” Jamie parrots.
“Yeah, okay. I guess- I think I always figured we’d end up here. I liked you since I was six and you kicked a football through the window, then picked all those flowers to apologize. I kept every article that was ever written about you. I dunno, I thought either we’d figure it out in our thirties or maybe just be weirdly platonic for the rest of our lives.”
Jamie cocks his head. “That’s weirdly specific.”
You shrug. “Am I wrong?”
You’re not.
Jamie says, “So…” as he swings his legs.
You turn to look at him. “Yes?”
“Can we like, kiss? Because I’ve been thinking about it for fucking years.”
“My breath smells like crisps,” you warn.
“Don’t care,” Jamie replies as he hops down from the counter. He pulls your legs to hook around his waist as he tilts your chin downward.
“Is it too early to say I love you?” he murmurs.
You wrap your arms around his neck and smile. “I think it’s the perfect time.”
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07 — fuck it, we ball (half written)
the girl next to you started fidgeting like crazy. she tapped her pencil, bounced her leg up and down, played with the hem of her shirt and bit her lip.
you thought that maybe you were sort of intimidating, but then you thought again. maybe she was acting strange because you witnessed her friends acting strange earlier today at the lunch table. not wanting to be awkward for the rest of the year, or maybe even the rest of the semester, somehow you had the balls to speak to her.
“so… you and your friends? they’re… interesting” trying to sound as genuine as possible. her head immediately snapped towards you as you spoke, swearing that she could’ve gotten whiplash by the way she turned.
“ah- um… yeah they’re pretty i-interesting” cutely laughing at the way she was stuttering. maybe she wasn’t as weird as the rest, although her staring at you constantly was a tad bit weird. oh whatever.
“you’re a furry, right?” eyes widening at your question- she knew her group held this weird reputation of being furries, can you really blame them though. heejin barking and chasing fucking squirrels? them growling at their lunch table whenever the jocks would come near them… yeah.
“y-you could say that…” opening her mouth to say something else, your talk with the shorter girl ended shortly. the professor walking in the group with a loud ass entrance.
“GOOD AFTERNOON CLASS”
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“-and that will be all. OH yeah, one more thing. how about we get into pairs since im assigning you a project that NEEDS to be done by the end of this year”
fuck you mean pairs… oh nah, group work isn’t my be-
“uh… d-do you wanna be paired together?” interrupting your inner monologue, the shorter girl looks up to you again, sparkles in her eyes- although you weren’t good at group projects and work, stuff like that, you couldn’t deny the desperate look on her face.
you awkwardly scanned around the class to see if hyeju was taken. ah, unfortunate. she already had a partner she paired up with.
fuck
“um sure- give me your number” hurriedly reaching for her pockets, you were sure she was bound to drop her phone by the way she was handling it.
tapping in your contacts on her phone and handing it back to her with one hand- in her vision she thought you winked at her but really you just gave her phone back with a slight smile. she felt a little delusional for that…
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Pomefiore: Family Ties
i love my delusions lmao ne ways this is also another cutesy platonic one ig? def not yan or romantic but for content warnings: abandonment, surgery but it's not detailed at all dw and that's about it me thinks. reader is described using she/her. truthfully speaking this was written for a friend but for them we just usually use Darling instead of y/n, but i changed it to [name] here lol. ne ways ENJOY
Eric Schoenheit is merely walking back home from work when his life is forever changed.
During his whole life, Eric has been many things; a son, a friend, a student, a graduate and then the owner of his own successful business. But if he was asked him which title is he the proudest of, he'd pause for a few seconds, and then smile fondly.
Eric Schoenheit’s proudest title is that he is a father.
And being a father, one that dearly loves his son, Vil, is the very reason he pauses his steps halfway home. It's late at night, heavy snow blanketing the empty streets as everyone remains in the warmth of their home to prepare for their winter breaks, and that's when he hears the cries.
Heartbreaking, weak, childish cries and sobs echo through the street, coming from between two abandoned buildings. He shouldn't check, he should simply inform the police…
But he is a father now, and those sobs strike a chord deep within him.
Many years later, he'll still pat himself on the back for going into that alleyway.
Because if he had not gone inside, how else would he have found his second child, his sweet daughter, his dear [Name]?
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What Eric finds first, is an egg.
The egg is bigger than an ostrich egg, and it's also in shades of what could have once been pink and white, but now it was too dirty for him to be fully sure of its colour. The egg was also cracked-
And there was a baby held within the broken shells, the one causing the cries. Eric’s eyes had widened upon seeing her, quickly kneeling down with his hands hovering over the egg. “Oh- oh dear-” he mumbles in frantic worry, unsure what he should do. This was a fae child, but…
No chance for him to overthink it, because the baby heard him and was now reaching her skinny, emaciated little hands up towards him, her cries desperate and weak.
Eric did not stop to think, to look closer to see if she was injured or- or if he could try to see what type of fae she at least might be. All his mind could focus on was her cries, and that she was alone and too thin, far too thin and light and he needs to get her to a hospital-
She was gnawing on his clothes. Desperately, hungrily, gnawing on his clothes and sputtering on her cries as she realizes that there's no food. Two, strange… things keep poking Eric’s chin, but he doesn't give them much thought for now because he's too busy wrapping the little baby within his coat, shushing her softly.
“We'll go to a hospital now, sweetie,” he mumbles to her, beginning to walk much, much faster after ensuring she's covered. She's back to gnawing on his clothes despite knowing it's not food, and his heart aches for her. “And you'll feel much better. I promise.”
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Eric truly feels as if his life has been upturned in the last few days.
The little baby- the little girl he had found is apparently a dragon fae, and that, by itself, was already a big shock. And then he is told, while watching her be hooked to several machines with nurses attempting to calm her because he wasn't allowed to be in the room at that moment, that she isn't a baby- an infant. She's barely a toddler, almost the same age as his own son who is being watched by his trusted nanny.
From what Eric had understood, she had severe growth issues. Dragon eggs only hatch from the love and care of their parents, but she was all alone for at least long enough that her body forced her to grow- and grow twisted horns in a desperate, last attempt to break out of the egg and call out for anyone to help her. The same twisted horns that they'll have to do reconstruction surgery on to avoid any problems in the future for her.
It was too soon for him to consider it, but… Eric thought that Vil perhaps would not mind a sibling, a little sister. But he wouldn't rush; if Vil really, truly didn't want to, Eric would simply ensure child protection services and the hospital would take good care of the little girl.
In a few days, if no one comes forward about her, he'll bring Vil to meet her. He hopes it'll go well, but for now…
“You may enter now, Mr. Schoenheit.” the nurse tells him, and he is quick to step inside, immediately coming close to the little girl.
She looks even smaller now; most of her body has been wrapped in a warm blanket, and the rest was only bare for the many needles and IVs hooked onto her. But she was also asleep, her fingers twitching slightly when Eric held her tiny little hand.
“Tell me everything.” he demands, voice quiet as to not disturb the little girl’s rest. Even if she may not join their little family… he'll take care of her for now.
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“No, no!” little Vil pouts, shaking his head and a little furrow to his brows. “Not like this!”
Eric watches the scene with a small, amused smile, not saying anything yet.
His sweet daughter, [Name], also pouts. “But how?” she whines, stomping her foot. He's glad to see her slowly return to her liveliness; her horn reconstruction surgery had not been easy, and he knows she'd been stressing about how they'll look once they can take the bandages off, whether they'll match her tail or not.
The doctors had told him dragons were naturally on the prouder and vain side. This also applied to his daughter, even if she may not ever reach a particularly imposing height for dragons.
Regardless, Eric loves her all the same. Not once during these years has he regretted adopting her, and he knows Vil absolutely adores her and loves having a sister he can play and act with- even if she doesn't want to be famous like he does.
“Here, hold this.” Vil says, pushing her favourite plushie into her arms so she can hold it. She's immediately smiling, her milky white tail and pink spikes at the end of her tail swishing behind her, and hugs her plushie warmly. Vil also beams, proud of himself. “Perfect! Papa, take our picture now!”
Eric chuckles, bending down and holding the camera at the right angle. “As you wish…. And there you go.”
Quickly, both Darling and Vil rush towards him to look at the pictures. [Name] makes an ooh’ing sound, while Vil only smiles.
“Can we hang this one in my room, please papa?” she asks sweetly, not letting her plushie go. But her other hand is intertwined with Vil’s, always finding comfort in her brother. “I like it.”
“Do you, now?” he chuckles, gently cupping her cheek rather than patting her head like he would've usually done. “We'll pick a frame and then we'll print the pictures out, alright?”
“I want this printed, too!” Vil decides, smiling at the forehead kiss he gets. “I'll… add it to my albums, though. I don't want to hang it.”
“That's alright.” Eric nods his head, and then reaches to pick both of them into his arms. It makes them squeal and laugh, and gets a chuckle out of him as well. “How about we get some ice cream before Vil's audition?” And before Vil can lecture him on the over consumption of sweets with [Name] backing her brother up despite her own love for the treat, Eric clarifies more. “The healthy kind of ice cream we have, not the ones in the shops.”
And just like that, both of his children are eagerly nodding their heads.
“I'll hold it for you!” [Name] promises Vil when they're at the audition hall. His hands are clammy, despite him constantly wiping them with clean tissues offered by his father. That's why she is offering to hold his ice cream cup for him, her plushie forgotten in the face of helping her brother. She'd even forgone her shyness in crowds and isn't hiding behind Vil or Eric like she'd usually do.
He's done many auditions before, but this one… this one is the most important for him. He's happy his sister and father are with him, for this moment.
Eric bends down, gently squeezing Vil’s shoulders. “Breathe with me, champ. You got this, alright? [Name] and I will be here for you regardless of what happens, I promise.”
“Y- yeah!” [Name] can't help but stutter, her tail curling around herself because some of the staff were looking at them. But she has to do this, for her brother Vil. She reaches her hands out for him, squeezing him in a hug. “We'll always be here for you, brother.”
And Vil… Vil does not hesitate a single second before he is hugging her back, soothed so much. Their father's arms wrap around them both, pulling them into his embrace. “...Love you, sister.”
He does not think it, but a part of him knows that this moment will remain in his memory forever.
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“You look pretty.” Vil reassures his sister, gently tugging on the hood of her custom ceremonial robes. He can sense her nervousness simply by seeing that she's hidden her tail and her nails are tapping her own stomach. “You'll be fine, sister. I'm right here with you. We're both going to get sorted together. ”
His sister nods, aiming to give him a confident smile. He isn't lying; she truly looks pretty, her makeup simple but enhancing her, and her beloved horns gleaming. They were also milky white, with a pink gradient at the tip that paled as it came down to the base. What was special about them were the golden-filled lines from the surgery, gleaming prettily and a source of pride for her.
She’d pulled herself free from her egg, and her horns were proof of that.
Her face falls as more people slowly enter the hall, preparing for the sorting ceremony. Her hands quickly latch onto his sleeves, eyes nervously shifting. “Vil…”
His face softens, and he pulls her into a hug, her face buried in his chest. Though he does shoot a glare at some of the freshmen that stare a little too long. “Deep breaths, [Name]. Don't stress, your big brother is here.”
She nods her head shakily, shudders going through her. There are too many scents, too much talking and murmuring, but Vil's embrace muffles it all. She feels so wholly protected, one of her favourite feelings in the whole world.
“Always?” she asks, just to be sure. Her voice wavers, and her eyes are pleading.
Vil smiles, and kisses her forehead. “Always.”
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I have a request. What would older Terry Silver do with an adult student who is rather boisterous in class, she listens but only when she wants, she's a smarty pants. Terry so wishes to teach her a lesson after many months of class passing, learning her mannerisms, learning HER. Ever the voyeur, finding her home, seeing what lies within when she's not home, Terry plans a little 'private lesson,' specifically for her at his home dojo. Ending with his gi sloppy on him, his hair a mess like the slut he is with his student underneath him with no mercy being shown. His student definitely listens to HIS wants and desires, eager to please.
Breaking Stone.
(Terry Silver x Reader)
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-"How safe is this, Sensei? I mean, it’s solid rock."-
Your voice speaks up from the gathered crowd and Terry Silver, he knew you’d have something to say without having to turn his back towards the mass of students keenly eyeing his demonstration in silence, standing jam packed in a circle around the erected board with a concrete block fastened to the center of the scaffolding propped up on iron legs, following his every word like a mantra only for him predict that your mouth will eventually move to utter something and dare interrupt him. Class fifty eight. A lesson on Brick Breaking. Tools necessary; pretty straightforward. A slab of rock and a fist. Additional spices; your usual commentary in the midst of it all. Happened almost daily. Happened to the degree it was a constant he could count on. -"We’ll break our hands on that."- You add with a sense of urgency and worry once the entirety of the exercise’s participants turn their eyes towards you, scrutinizing, weighing and accessing what you just blurted out and you tended to blurt out stuff frequently. Terry joins them in their quiet staring, finding a twitch of satisfaction stir through him once he realized you were jittery and stuttering, made self aware through the fact you were the sudden center of attention. Needing to justify yourself for placing the spotlight unto yourself, you blurt out some more bullshit. Nerves, was it? You deserved that. Deserved much worse for stepping out of line. -"What do we do in case we tear our ligaments punching the board?"- You ask, scratching the back of your head. Ligaments? Were you frightened of getting a boo-boo? At that point, Terry allows himself to turn his entire body towards you, taking his time, slowly --- painfully slowly --- looking straight ahead, towards you. You shift, from one bare foot on the mat to the other, like the stillness of everything around you gave you a sense of discomfort.
Stew in it. He hoped you'd stew in it.
-"Seems a bit extreme. Sorry."-
You chuckle, apologizing, looking down. Then back up.
Terry has to chuckle with you, neatly folding his hands in front of him.
A bit extreme? It was meant to be extreme.
-"Our student here thinks our methods are strange, but these classes aren’t mandatory."-
He simply shrugs matter-of-factly, addressing the people around him, all eyes leave you and pinning themselves in his direction instead, encircling him like a tightly closed ring, listening attentively, leaving you even more isolated in your folly. The great mother hen and the ducklings. The one, solitary ugly black duck that talked too much. -"Nobody’s here by force."- He explains, and contrary to popular belief, everyone here gave their signature of consent on a written contract. Terms. Conditions. Price rates. Health insurances. They showed up to daily classes because they wanted to, giving their hard earned money out of their own volition. He didn't go kidnapping people off of the streets of LA and harassing them into black Gi, in spite of what the likes of Larusso tried to accuse him of, same way not even Larusso himself was harassed into this, decades ago. -"Or are you all here by force?"- Terry purses his lips, looking around, enjoying this far too much to stop. In unison, they all speak up, one voice, stemming from one collective lung. -"No, Sensei!"- The dojo resonates with their shout. He tries again, spreading his arms, envisioning himself like Pontius Pilate about to wash his hands clean of you and let the crowds make their decisions. -"Why are you here for then?"- He inquires, raising his voice, encouraging them. Spurring them on. -"To learn, Sensei!"- Obeying, they repeat the motion, letting out a united cry and content, Terry squeezes his fingers into a fist once they all fall silent, all but an echo remaining, his other free hand caressing the concrete block in front of him, never taking his eyes off of you. At this point, with a mouth standing agape, forgetting you should've joined everyone in their jubilant war cry, you were as pale as a ghost. Not quite so chatty or smart anymore.
Perfect.
-"The lesson is —"- He begins. -"A true artist of the craft spends years, even decades just hitting things. Sand. Wood. Stone. Metal. Flesh."-
Terry coos, confessing, that he did, on occasion, imagine hitting you.
The sweetest thing he'd ever strike. Purely to shut you up, get you the way you were right now; As quiet as the dead; all gulps and anxious little eyes darting left and right. Preferably having you bent over his knee like an unruly child and taking the bamboo stick to you bare buttocks until they were rendered crimson red with punishment. After it was all done, he'd have you thanking him for the honor too. He smiles, just at the notion; an expression he doesn't bother hiding.
-"Having been broken so many times, it makes their bones so dense that when it comes in contact with solid rock, the rock breaks first."-
Terry digs his teeth into his lower lip, taking his stance and lunging forward suddenly, knuckles breaking through the barrier of the rock and crumbling, his fingers pushing through the crack he made on the other side. It was as simple as that. -"Asaa!"- He bellows and if the dojo was collectively holding it's breath, once he's done, the remains of sharp jagged tiny pebbles spilling on the mat under around his feet like so many rolling marbles, he senses an equally collective exhale. He can swear you weren't blinking at that point. What were you shocked by? The fact that he just smashed through a brick that weighed ten pounds like it was nothing or the implication he's broken his hand by choice so many times that he could pull shit like this in the first place? Maybe it wasn't smart to backtalk or question the methods of a person who could crush your windpipes in with merely just his thumbs. -"So, you see — breaking our fists, it’s part of the curriculum."- He shakes his head, staring you down, taking a couple of steps forward, until it was undeniable he was addressing you in particular; his infuriatingly Doubting Thomas, ignoring the students that wordlessly volunteered to clean up, scooting down to pick up the unfortunate remains of the rock slab, chirping away at the remains like a handful of chicks. -"This is part of what you signed up for when you came to this dojo. When you came to Cobra Kai."- He assesses firmly. -"You came to break with the old so the new and the improved could take its place."- He adds. Eventually, you'd have to bruise and break in those pretty little hands much like everyone else would and if you didn't have the guts to do that, you'd advance nowhere and your here would become fairly obsolete. Someone might as well tell you that upfront.
Even though, he confessed. The idea of a piece of rock breaking your hands?
Something shoots through him, like a radioactive phantasm of jealousy.
He wanted to do the breaking instead.
Not leave it up to an inanimate piece of training gear.
-"And if you can't imagine yourself doing that, you can always take up a knitting class."-
He adds, finally, earning himself a couple of amused chuckles.
Blood rushes into your cheeks.
Were you angry? Ashamed? Humiliated? Good.
—
Looking through your files was child's game after that.
He pretty much had everything he needed to know about you, printed in black and white in his own two hands, on the very exact form you filled the day you signed up for adulted classes six months ago; your home address, bank statement, contact number, email, age, place of employment, blood type in case an accident took place mid-training and a transfusion was needed on short notice. And yes, he's broken into your home before. Terry did it the first time you ever ran your mouth to backtalk him, asking if doing fifty consecutive push ups as warm was a smart decision because it was bound to leave everyone too exhausted to hold proper form and too distracted with tiredness to properly follow the class. He checked every drawer, every shelf, every nook, every cranny, supposing he wanted to find something he could spit on in indignation and discovering nothing more fitting but what he could only deduce was your framed graduation photograph, pursuing his lips and letting the saliva build up right before he hurled the spittle out of his mouth and right unto the glass inside of the frame, watching it trickle down your face, smearing it with his finger in retaliation, deciding the gesture was fitting punishment. If only he had a chance to do it with your actual face next. Spit in your mouth too, for refusing to shut up as it did. Spit in your mouth for missing three of your classes this week, like that was a thing you were allowed to do when you weren't. Did he tear into you verbally too hard last time? Was that it? Undoubtedly, but that still didn't give you permission to leave. He wanted you to come back so he could harass you some more, like you deserved to be harassed.
He knocks on your door, freshly having concluded this week's teaching.
Still in his Gi, jacket slung over his shoulders.
He did that on purpose, to make it seem like him coming here wasn't premeditated or something he tactically prepared for in advance, but rather, like a last minute decision he made in the utmost rush to the degree he didn't even have time to change out of his training attire, forgetful, overworked old man that he is. -"Who’s there!?"- Your concerned, slightly confused voice calls from the other end and he hears the keyhole clicking, only for your uncertain face to show up in the precipice of the doorframe illuminated by the warm light of your apartment's foyer looming like a halo behind you, brows practically jumping once you recognized him, appearing relieved. -"Sensei Silver!?"- You state in surprise, opening the door entirely, letting him step over the threshold, moving out of the way to usher him inside from the corridor. He tries not to seem too familiar with the territory, pretending not to know exactly where to stand; next to the shoe rack or the coat hanger. -"God. I’m so sorry. Got scared halfway to death!"- You place your hand over your chest, exhaling and smiling. Way too fidgety for someone who took Tang Soo Do classes. What were you afraid of? Of someone barging in and subduing you? -"What do I owe the honor of the visit! I didn’t expect anyone."- You shake your head, all charm. Of course he prepared an excuse for him being here and it comes in a form of a sleek pamphlet he produces from inside of his jacket, handing it to you. He had it printed, in bulk and giving out to everyone at the dojo solely so he could have a reason to give you one to you as well. -"The curriculum. For our future classes. I thought you might wanna look through it. Freshly printed."- Terry explains. He hoped you would've continued showing up, smart mouth you always were, but there you went, disappearing. If Muhammad wouldn't come to the mountain, the mountain would have to come to Muhammad.
-"You missed the last session so I brought it over personally. Where'd you go?"-
Terry feigns concern. He knew where you went. You were pegged down a notch.
Proceeded retreating with your tail behind your legs.
That's what you get for questioning him.
But, he didn't expect you to retreat quite so definitely.
Who'd you ask if you can do that? Did you ask anyone? Him?
You eyelashes flutter, like you were about to come up with an excuse.
-"I think you're right, Sensei. I mean, the whole Cobra Kai dojo scene, ---"-
You begin, looking away from him, vehemently staring at the pattern on the corridor carpet, holding the flyer with a sense of unease, like you weren't certain what to do with it. If you crumpled it up, he'd make you eat it. -"It ain't for me. I'm not cut out for it."- You confess, finally meeting his gaze, appearing a bit shy at the notion. He knew a tangent was incoming. Decides to let you have it. And knowing you, you wouldn't shut up any time soon in the next five minutes. -"I can't do any of those things you demonstrated last week. Break my bones on purpose? Smash through rocks? Ignore pain? I know when I'm out of my depth and there's no shame in admitting something ain't for me and gracefully moving on. What you said the last time --- you helped me see that. You really did."- You utter, in one solitary breath, and it takes everything within Terry not to laugh at you. So, humiliating in front of the whole class for interrupting him for the umpteenth time with some inane observation, you thought it was for your own good and that it made you see things more clearly? What? Was that why you left his dojo like it was a bus station? Did you really take up knitting as a hobby in the meantime as well? -"I had a great time studying these past few months under you, but I just can't continue."- You visibly gulp once he says nothing and you feel incentivized to further explain. You never had a problem with that before. Go ahead. He was giving you center stage to speak. So speak. -"I talk back. I interrupt. I question. I worry. I'm so sorry. I can't just let go and do it. Do what I'm supposed to do on the mat."- You add, your eyes widening, perhaps in anxiety, pupils dilating, looking back and forth between the surrounding furniture and the wall --- anywhere but at him. Why should he let you go? When it was so fun pushing your buttons? In fact, he decides you could use some more of that.
-"Do you like me?'-
He asks, bluntly. You take a step back, stammering.
-"Excuse me, sir?"-
-"I said, do you like me?"- He repeats himself, firmer.
Your mouth wordlessly forms a shape, but no sound comes forth.
You weren't certain what to say.
Finally.
You were speechless for once. That was a welcoming novelty.
-"Because, if you like me, you won't leave me here stranded, with one student less and waltz out impulsively, on such a short notice. That's not how things work. There's a price for that."-
He winds you up, deciding to stoke a fire and then immediately extinguish it, intending to fluster you for thinking what he led you to think, watching the abject shame settle into your expression like a newly formed wrinkle just because for a mere second, you thought this was a confession of something more than it was instead of a cleverly phrased and deliberately misguiding segway intended to put you on the spot and make you feel like an idiot with no listening comprehension. -"I'll pay everything I still own and ---"- You practically stumble over your words, clutching the pamphlet to your chest vigorously, like a shield, referencing unpaid lesson, trying to regain what little balance you had, visibly sweating bullets. Stoke the fire. Extinguish the fire. Stoke the fire. Extinguish the fire. Terry steps forward, shutting you up. Commanding you to stay silent. -"Don't talk."- He orders, flatly, putting up his hand alongside his finger as a warning and then coming closer still, until the tip of it is practically pushing against your mouth. You appeared flaggerbasted. Like you weren't sure what was going on, too shocked to actually move. This was why confusing people into a state of paralytic awkwardness was paramount in verbal warfare. He pushed his index finger between your lips and you still didn't move, letting him get away with it, too stunned for words. -"For once, listen. Don't speak."- He murmurs, staring at your mouth, pushing his nail inside, feeling your wetness and finding your tongue, frozen stiff, clasping it with his thumb and index finger and holding it, pulling on it, until you groaned, trying to mutely gibber and failing. -"This is the thing that always talked back. Can't talk back anymore, can it?"- He taunts and you shake your head with an expression that would place deer in headlights to shame, shivering vigorously.
You've seen what his hands could do. What his fists could do.
He could rip your tongue out of your skull and it would pose little issue.
He felt you knew that right about now.
Practically dangled by the tip of your mouth's organ. Your head slumping back.
Unable to release yourself, you slowly lower yourself, to your knees.
-"That's good."- Terry coos, pleased, watching you drool all over his hand.
-"Open that pretty little mouth of yours and use it for something really valuable for a change."-
He purrs, even as his fingers go fidgeting, lower his Gi's trousers, loosening the obi around his waist, pulling his cock out of his briefs, showcasing it to you so the state of the situation would settle in. He'd hatefuck your mouth. He was already hard. Already dripping precum. Almost like the very act of coming here and pestering you served to do it for him as he, without much deliberation, pushed himself inside of your lips, taking in the sloppy, receptive moisture, enjoying the symbolism of the flyer he's given you falling next to you on the floorboard until you were practically kneeling atop of it. -"Perfect."- He hums, praising. -"You've been badgering and badgering and I can't tell you how many times I thought about interrupting class and just giving it to you, in front of everyone, right there, in the middle of the dojo. Let them all see what happens when someone questions Terry Silver and his methods."- Now it was his turn to make some confessions, fingers tangling into your hair, coiling into a fist, making you look at him with your watering, teary eyes. He amps up his pace, bobbing your head back and forth for you, using your tresses as reins. Look how you've infected him. Now he was the one rambling and loving it. -"But, I wanted the occasion to be something special. Someplace I could really savor it --- and what better place than right under your very own roof."- He closes his eyes, smiling, enjoying the sensation of tense pleasure building up in his gut, right before looking down at you with your brows furrowed. You were just now realizing this was premeditated. Poor you. -"Oh, don't look at me like that. Don't think I haven't been in here before. Been here a thousand times."- He chuckles into his own chin, moaning. Of course he's desecrated something miniscule every time you talked back as an elaborate form of revenge and violation, like wiping his cock on the curtain after masturbating on your bed. Nothing was for free. Disrespect certainly wasn't.
-"And you'll be seeing a lot more of me just yet. Don't think this is over. Don't think you can disassociating with Cobra Kai and me on a whim. You can't."-
He flat out threatens, his hips rutting vigorously against your head.
You thought this was a game?
You sign up to his dojo for like six months and call it quits when things get hard?
Cobra Kai was a brotherhood. A society. Not an extracurricular pastime or a hobby.
That's what people weren't getting. He didn't want them to just yet.
But you? He'd was breaking the news to you hard and fast in the flesh.
-"You belonged to me from the moment you met me and put on the Gi and you'll belong to me until your dying breath."-
He grits his teeth, shaking, seething, feeling his tresses slide out of his ponytail and unto his forehead in an unruly mess, satisfaction coiling in his groin imaging you returning to the dojo on Monday, dressed in your uniform, all neat and proper, your attitude curbed and kept only for special occasions, releasing suddenly, just at the thought that he owned you, hearing you gurgle from the floor, droplets of his cum trickling down your chin and leaking unto the Cobra Kai pamphlet on the parquet in front of you. No, no. That wouldn't do. Not a single ounce wasted. -"Swallow."- Terry orders, catching his breath, scrutinizing you as you did so, still holding your hair, yanking forward suddenly, his cock falling out of your mouth, giving you leeway to breathe again and you do, gasping with sharp inhales of breath, a bubble of saliva popping between your lips as you rolled back to sob and cough. Pathetic. Eager to serve. So you were capable of shutting the fuck up, letting go and getting lost in an action after all? You were teachable. He knew you would be. Much like the rock slab on the training dummy, though, you needed to be broken in first. Terry slides his hand across the top of his head, slicking loose hair strands back, lifting up his finger to threaten and warn once again. Remind, in case you've forgotten. Had your brains scrambled in all sorts of awkward and unlikely directions. -"So, you better not miss out on any of my classes ever again or I'll have a reason to hold a very, very big grudge. Especially if you don't show up and break that stone like I've taught everyone to do. Understood?"-
-"Yes, Sensei."- You manage desperately, drooling, nodding your head.
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because it's written down, you've memorized it
gungoo oneshot
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angst because chapter 479 fundamentally changed me as a person
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"You’re going to die in your best friend’s arms. And you play along because it’s funny, because it’s written down, you’ve memorized it, it’s all you know."
So, this is the end, Park Jonggun thinks as he swirls his wine in his small glass, watching his breath turn to steam in front of his face. It’s not a bad one, by any means. The snow falling from the sky in ill-fated flurries that melt as soon as they touch his skin; the faint rumbling of Seoul in the background; Goo’s gentle breathing by his side.
If anything, Gun thought this whole thing would’ve ended a lot differently.
A knife fight, maybe, or some other sort of barely concealed violence– teeth gnashing, jaws snapping, claws scratching at each other’s throats. That’s how they met, after all. Standing alone in that junkyard, the sky pouring rain as if it was crying for them, blood dripping from their wounds, bones creaking from the effort of staying upright.
But this isn’t much better, Gun thinks. It’s unfamiliar. Suffocating.
It’s so antithetical, so fundamentally opposed to everything they are and were meant to be. Weapons are only supposed to draw blood, after all. Violence is all that they had ever known.
So why is it that all he feels, watching his rival and partner and best friend of four years sitting on the ledge beside him, watching the clouds split into pieces and fall to the earth, all he feels is something stirring inside– a deep, dark, primordial fear?
When will you leave? Will you really leave? Will I really have to kill you? Why did you do it, Goo Kim?
Gun has always been a man familiar with fear. It comes with the territory when you kill for a living. But there’s something strange about this fear; it’s raw, a little bit ugly, a little bit too rough for even Gun to enjoy.
But what’s worse is this: they accepted it so easily, as if it was carved on their bones, as if it was a script they’d both rehearsed; their end was an inside joke between friends– easy, familiar, funny. Even now, they both understand what kind of person the other is, what kind of choices the other would make.
It’s like they both already knew this would happen, from the second they laid eyes on each other. They’re not the type of people for happy endings.
Still, they stayed.
Did Gun expect a different ending? Was he trying to achieve a different ending in the first place? Goo Kim, what did you do? What do I owe you? Is this really what you wanted after all?
Is that why, when Goo asked him to drink, for the first and last time, he sounded so sad?
But once again Goo doesn’t answer any of his questions; once again, Gun is secretly glad he doesn’t.
They sit there under the roof of the old house, the snow still falling in clumps and flutters, its whiteness shining in the dim sunlight.
“Hey.”
The silence is broken when Goo finally speaks again.
“I think I’ve gotta be on my way now.”
Gun looks up from his hands, abruptly realizing how much time has passed when he sees the sun already setting.
“Taejin might start getting worried that you killed me if I’m not back soon,” Goo continues. He cracks a soft smile at his own joke and stares at Gun, as if expecting him to reciprocate the smile.
He does.
“Why don’t we finish this bottle first?” he replies, picking the soju bottle up again to emphasize his point.
“What, I thought you weren’t in the mood for drinking?”
“Mm, changed my mind,” Gun replies, and that’s the end of it.
They pour their drinks out and down it all in one shot again, like they did the last time. The alcohol burns pleasantly as it rolls down Gun’s throat, and he remembers why he likes it so much in the first place: it tastes like a fight.
He thinks he’s drawn to Goo in the same way.
They haven’t ever drank together, courtesy of Goo’s aversion to alcohol and all things that could be considered a “vice"; but as they sit there together, glasses clinking together, it feels as if they’ve done this a thousand times over.
They pour out another shot and down it again. And then another. And then another. The entire time, they don’t speak a single word, barely even look at each other. Perhaps this was exactly the kind of ending that was fit for their relationship.
The irony writes itself.
A violent, glorious start, filled with snarky threats and bloodied fingers; a peaceful end. Like the slow fizzling out of stars that were never big enough to go supernova. Was that what Gun and Goo were to each other?
Friends, colleagues, lovers that never were?
Lovers, Gun thinks, whispers silently, rolling around the word on his tongue like he’s trying to weigh it, trying to scope out its smooth edges and sharp corners. It’s heavy. Unbearably so. He doesn’t think it fits them, doesn’t think it ever will.
Love is a tender, tender thing. Gun and Goo haven’t got a single bone in their body made for tenderness. All of their bones are for breaking.
Gun looks over at Goo, only to find that Goo had already been staring at him for who knows how long. When Goo sees that he’s been caught, he doesn’t look away. Instead, he only grins.
…Gun doesn’t know what it was. Maybe it was the way the light bounced off the rim of Goo’s glasses and fluttered off his lashes like stars. Maybe it was the way Goo’s face looked especially pale amongst the snow, so pale that Gun thinks he’d fade away if he didn’t grab him. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the slight flush on Goo’s cheeks or the farewell that didn’t yet slip off his tongue or his annoying smile that Gun needed to wipe off his face. Maybe it wasn’t anything at all, but at that moment, it was so easy to just lean forward and take.
So he does.
Gun leans in and kisses Goo.
The moment is stretched thin to infinity, like time has just stopped. Goo makes a surprised, muffled sound and tenses, but the movement is brief. He eases into the kiss as well, as if he’s been waiting all his life for this, as if they’ve done this a million times.
The feeling of Goo’s perfectly maintained lips against Gun’s own chapped pair isn’t unfamiliar. Neither is the coolness of his glasses against Gun’s nose nor the way Goo shifts in his seat.
After all, they had spent the greater part of the last three years together, and they had needed to explore some more… primal urges.
But what is unfamiliar is the tenderness.
Gun and Goo’s kisses had always been tongues and teeth: a fight, a challenge, a dare. A battle for superiority, like everything else they’ve ever done. At the end of it, Goo always tasted like blood, whether it be his own or Gun’s.
The taste of Goo, unstained by blood or anger, is something softer, smoother, so much so that Gun hardly believes that it’s really the blonde that he’s kissing. Goo tastes like rain and home cooked food and dollar-store soju.
Is this what a goodbye tastes like?
If so, Gun thinks that he wants to say goodbye to Goo again and again and again. This is nice, he thinks. If the Earth stopped spinning right then and time stopped flowing, the fact that they’re there together in the first ever moment of gentleness they’ve ever shared would be enough.
Gun doesn’t remember who pulls away first. Maybe Goo did, judging by how he instantly moves to adjust his crooked glasses or rearrange his scarf; or maybe it was Gun himself, as he instantly moves to fix his hair.
The moment ends, and they both pretend like nothing ever happened.
Goo is the first one to acknowledge it.
“You know, you’re actually pretty good at this stuff when you’re not trying to eat me alive,” he says, and it sounds noncommittal, like a joke. As if none of that just mattered.
But the crack in his voice at the end gives him away.
“But don’t think that it’s enough to get me to stay.”
Yeah.
Gun knows.
Goo is a breezy, capricious person. His moods come and go like the wind. But when he sets his sights on a path to walk, storms on his brows and a hurricane in his steps, there’s nothing in the world that can stop him.
Gun isn’t any exception.
Still, it’s nice to know that he was at least a temptation.
Goo dusts off his dustless coat and moves to stand up. There’s still a bottle of soju left in the bag he brought, and he points to it.
“Anyways, I’m actually leaving this time. That’s a gift for you. Have fun drinking alone, loser.”
Gun snorts.
“Yeah, thanks. Have fun drinking with your secret friends as well, idiot.”
Goo smiles, but there’s no mirth behind it. There’s a swirl of other emotions there that Gun can’t quite put a finger on. Sorrow, melancholy, regret, but not wishfulness. They would’ve gotten to this point anyways, no matter what happened.
“I will.”
Goo turns to leave. Before he does, he gives a backwards glance at Gun, annoying smile still hanging off his face.
“Hey,” he begins, and he sounds a little sad. Just a little. “It was nice while it lasted, Gun Park.”
“Mhm.”
And Goo walks off into the sunset.
Except–
Gun doesn’t know what came over him, perhaps it was the alcohol again, but whatever painful, ugly, tender thing drove him to kiss Goo the first time drives him to cup his hands around his mouth and shout:
“Kim Joongoo!” he cries after the figure in the distance. “Stay alive until the next time!”
But Goo doesn’t turn around, doesn’t even acknowledge him. Gun can’t let it just end like this. No, he wants, he–
“Kim Joongoo!”
Did you hear me?
Can you do that?
Will we ever meet again?
(Of course they will. They’re bound at the bones, joined by their flesh and their tendons and by something far greater that won’t ever, ever let them leave the other. Like two stars bound by each other’s gravity, they’ll never truly be able to leave. It’s hard to tell where Gun ends and Goo begins.)
Goo turns around in the distance, and–maybe it’s a trick of the light– but he smiles back. It’s something small, reserved, and it’s entirely sincere and free of trickery. It’s something Gun thinks only he has ever seen.
And Goo turns back around and walks off. Gun looks at his retreating form until he is consumed by the snow entirely.
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Part Nine of Not-So-Secret Secret Admirer!!!!!!!!! Part One. Part Eight. AO3 Link.
It’s been a week since Eddie has been to Family Video, and he isn’t any closer to figuring out how to live his life without Steve. Instead, he’s figuring out how to avoid Steve which also means trying to avoid Dustin and the other kids so no one tries to interfere with things. Wayne has been giving him space while also being persistent that he eats and gets out every once in a while.
And Eddie... he’s actually written a few songs. Not for Corroded Coffin because they’re the slowest, most depressing music that he would never want another soul – and especially his bandmates – to hear, but they’re just for him to try to make something out of what he’s feeling. But this also means that he just kind of wallows.
There’s a knock on the trailer door and Eddie waits a minute, hoping that they’ll just go away. But then the knocking gets really persistent, so Eddie gets out of bed and flings the door open.
“Red?”
Max stands on the other side of the door, walkie in hand. “We need a ride,” she says.
Eddie crosses his arms. “Who?”
“The whole party. We’re having a movie night tonight at Steve’s, but we need to get a movie from Family Video. You’re invited too by the way.”
Eddie can feel a look of panic settle over his face that Max catches immediately. “What?”
He takes a moment to debate how detrimental it would be to turn down the ride, but he knows that would only have Max trying to pry the truth out of him. If he accepts the ride, he can just make some lame excuse about not wanting to go inside, and maybe the kids won’t notice.
“Nothing, I just have something to do so you guys need to be quick. And I won’t be able to make it tonight,” Eddie says, hoping that’s enough to keep Max from sensing something’s wrong.
Max looks at him for a moment, and Eddie prepares to be interrogated until she holds up her walkie and says, “Eddie said yes.”
“Any excuse to see Steve, I swear,” comes Dustin’s answering response.
Eddie holds out his hand to Max who hands over the walkie. “You realize I can hear you, right?” Eddie asks.
There’s no response which Eddie interprets as Dustin likely swearing in his room. Eddie grabs his keys off the counter and feels very thankful that he had decided to shower and put on clean clothes that morning as he climbs into his van. Time to make a few stops.
Once everyone is in the van, Eddie tries to not participate at all in the conversation, hoping that they won’t bring up-
“So, Eddie, how’s the admirer stuff going?” Mike of all people pipes up.
Shit shit shit. Eddie sits in the anticipatory silence and decides he needs to come clean. “It’s not happening anymore.”
The car erupts, but mainly everyone is asking, “So, you’re dating now?”
Eddie scoffs, “No, actually, Steve isn’t really talking to me right now.”
“That’s why Steve has been so upset because Mom and Dad are fighting,” Dustin jokes, but Lucas ends up hitting him on the arm and shaking his head.
“More like Mom divorced Dad,” Eddie says. The car goes silent.
Will ends up speaking up, “So, what happened?”
Eddie figures that he might as well tell them. “Robin and I set him up with a random girl who pretended to be the admirer, and Steve found out it was all a lie and that everyone except him knew about it. So be careful today, he might be mad at you all, too.”
In the rearview mirror, Eddie sees Max shaking her head before she starts whispering to El. Luckily, she doesn’t voice her thoughts out loud.
The rest of the drive is short but filled with awkward fleeting silence as they try and fail to start a new conversation. Seems like everyone is anticipating their impending doom: a Steve Harrington lecture.
Eddie pulls into the parking lot of Family Video which is strangely empty beside Steve’s car. One of these days, Eddie will show up on Steve’s day off. “Have fun,” Eddie says as they start climbing out of his van.
When the final door closes, Eddie nearly slumps in relief before his driver-side door opens up. Max and El stand next to his door with matching intense looks of determination. “You’re coming with us, and if you don’t go willingly, El will make this very hard for you,” Max says with her arms crossed and eyebrows slightly raised.
Being threatened with superpowers was definitely not something Eddie had factored in when bringing them there, but there's no way he's getting out of this. “Okay, okay,” Eddie says and climbs out of the van. His legs are shaking and his heart is already pounding. He hopes Steve is on his break.
When he walks through the door and glances around, he nearly jumps for joy as he sees that Steve really might actually be on his break because he’s nowhere in sight. There’s only Robin who looks highly concerned. “What are you doing here?” she asks lowly then glances toward the backroom where Steve must be.
“I’m being held here against my will,” Eddie says and cocks his head towards El.
Robin crosses her arms and gives El a look. “Okay, you may think you’re helping, but Steve just started talking and even joking with me again and somewhat started to pretend things are normal between us. And I’ve been apologizing for weeks now. I have no idea what he’s going to do if he sees all of us here at once.”
It’s a fair point. Eddie turns to El and nods, “I absolutely agree, and I’m pretty sure I’m the last person he wants to see. So, I’m going to head back to the van, and I’ll see you guys soon.”
Eddie turns to leave, but his feet don’t move. What the hell? He tries to pick them up but it’s like he’s stuck in cement or something. He looks at El who has a thin trail of blood running down from her nose. “El, seriously let me go.”
There’s a bit of commotion as Dustin, Lucas, Will, and Mike realize what’s happening and start telling her to cut it out. Max argues with them and tells them it’s for the best while Robin panickily tells them they need to lower their volume or Steve-
"What the hell is going on?” Steve asks as the door to the breakroom flies open. He freezes as he makes eye contact with Eddie.
Eddie’s heart seems to stop beating. This is the moment he’s been simultaneously dreading and looking forward to.
Steve looks... rough. Well, nothing compared to his usual bright self that Eddie had gotten so accustomed to. The lines between his eyebrows are more creased than usual, there’s a tenseness to his whole body but it seems especially concentrated in his shoulders, and the weird thing that really gets Eddie is that his hair looks... flat.
He’s still gorgeous, and no matter what he does, he always will be. But he also looks like he’s stopped taking care of himself as much as he used to. Eddie knows he doesn’t look any better – actually, he most definitely looks worse.
“What are you doing here?” Steve asks more confused than accusatory.
Eddie tilts his head to the right. “I wasn’t going to come in, I promise. They’re kind of holding me hostage.”
Dustin, Lucas, Will, and Mike all start loudly explaining that it isn’t them, but Steve waves a hand through the air and they all go silent. “El, let Eddie go,” Steve says with his hands coming to his hips.
Eddie feels a weight lifted off of him and he can’t help but let his gaze linger on Steve for a moment. Steve nods at him with his lips in a tight line. Eddie turns around and pushes the front door open.
At least, he would push it open, but it won’t budge. He curses under his breath and tries the other one which also won’t budge. He turns back to El who looks away as if she didn’t do anything.
“Okay, what do you want?” Eddie asks.
“For this all to be over,” Max answers instead of El.
Steve shakes his head and lets out a humorless laugh.
“You know what,” Max says, “This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life. Sure, yes, everyone knew about the plan. But the thing is, we all knew that Eddie was in love with Steve, right?”
The rest of the party and even Robin nod hesitantly. “And I don’t know about anyone else, but I thought it was all an elaborate way for Eddie to finally confess his feelings to Steve.”
“Yeah, I mean, I thought that was pretty obvious,” Lucas comments and holds his hands up when Eddie shoots him a look.
Steve crosses his arms and says, “No, it was a way to get me to shut up about my dating life. Plus, isn’t your whole thing ‘friends don’t lie?’”
The Party all look at each other guiltily, but Will is the one who manages to say, “What about the whole thing with Dustin’s leg?”
“The what?” Dustin asks.
“Oh yeah,” Lucas says with a smile, “You were complaining about how horrible your broken leg was all the time. Then, when I hurt my ankle, we kind of played up how badly I had hurt it. And you suddenly got all brave and stopped complaining and even showed me some exercises to help it get better.”
Dustin looks at everyone and points at them. “You all knew this?!”
Eddie glances around as everyone, including Steve, starts to nod. Somehow, Eddie had missed this.
“But, after that, you stopped complaining and your leg started to actually heal a lot faster. You even started to talk about things other than your leg for once, and it felt like we got the real Dustin back,” Mike says. “But sorry man, we were only trying to help.”
Everyone chimes in to apologize, but Dustin cuts them off, “I’m going to be pissed for a while, but I will admit that it was nice to pretend to be better than Lucas for a bit. Plus... my leg did heal faster – even the doctor was surprised.”
“Yeah, compare faking a love interest to healing a broken leg,” Eddie mutters.
“If you think about it, it’s kind of the same,” El says. Eddie gives her a look before she continues, “Dustin broke his leg, and even though we faked the intensity of Lucas’s injury, the injury was still real. It even resulted in Dustin’s leg getting better. For Steve, he had a broken... heart or ego, and although the love interest was fake, Eddie’s love for Steve was not fake, and that’s why I don’t understand why Steve’s heart is not healed.”
“That was really good El,” Will whispers to her encouragingly, and she smiles back at him.
“His heart isn’t healed because we all lied to him, and I didn’t start off this fake thing to win him over or whatever. I didn’t even have feelings for him when it started,” Eddie admits although the truth is painful.
“Bullshit,” Dustin says.
“Language,” Steve quietly warns him.
“No, I also call bullshit,” Robin agrees.
Then, several people speak up about how it’s all bullshit, and Eddie remembers what that word means to Steve and sees him quickly break. “It’s bullshit that I had feelings for him before the secret admirer bullshit, and then I fell in love with him when he was faking it all because you guys didn’t want to hear me rant to you. Did you not realize you could’ve just talked to me? You could have said, ‘Steve, we love you, but please shut up about your love life.’ And I would’ve listened. But instead, you went on an elaborate scheme to trick me, and I had to embarrass myself in the process because everyone knew. And then you set me up on a fake date with some stranger who I didn’t get along with at all because you thought I would be stupid enough to believe that I would think she was the admirer and for some reason I would instantly fall for her.”
Fell in love? Feelings before? Eddie glances toward Steve who is flushed red, hands on his hips, looking at everyone except him. Without the stupid admirer plot, he could’ve ended up with Steve and never hurt him. If he would’ve just talked to him…If any of them would have just talked to him.
A silence falls over the group, and Eddie takes a moment to sit in it. It really was always that simple.
It feels like Eddie’s heart is breaking all over again as he mourns what could’ve been.
“You could’ve just talked to me, too,” Dustin says and his friends glare at him. “What? While we’re all getting the truth out, I thought I’d mention it.”
“Ok,” Max begins, with her eyebrows furrowed as if she’s making everything up as she goes, “We did a really bad thing. To both of you. And we’re all really sorry. Right?”
Everyone mumbles apologies to Dustin and Steve, and Steve even says one to Dustin. Max continues, “But we’ve been through too much to have this be the thing that tears us apart. I mean, Eddie almost died. And I thought you barely knew him, Steve, but you were almost as much of a wreck as Dustin.”
“It’s true,” Robin chimes in, “I had to make you eat and pry you out of that hospital room.”
Steve shoots Robin a warning look which makes Eddie realize that they’re telling the truth.
“And when Eddie woke up, the first thing he asked after he saw me and Wayne was where Steve was,” Dustin adds.
Eddie racks his brain for the memory but comes up blank. “I don’t remember that. Why didn’t anyone tell me this?”
“I asked them not to say anything about my pre-wake-up visits,” Steve admits looking right at Eddie. “But no one told me about what you said.”
The kids glance around guiltily again, and El blurts out, “We took bets on when you two would figure it out.”
The kids all groan and shriek while Max defends her and yells, “Friends don’t lie!” which shuts everyone up.
Eddie takes a moment to sit in the feeling of everyone lying to him as well plus the sudden information that explains why he and Steve were all the sudden very buddy-buddy after his hospital stay – not that he minded of course. But somehow, they had both fallen for each other during their brief time together and Eddie’s short comatose state seemed to enhance that. But for some reason, Eddie had just refused to accept his growing crush on Steve until this admirer shit.
“Anything else anyone would like to admit?” Steve asks sounding like he’s holding back a fit of anger. Everyone looks around and then starts shaking their head, but Eddie’s gaze remains away from Steve. “Then let’s just move on from this like we always do,” Steve says and heads towards the back room.
Eddie looks down at the ring he’s fidgeting with on his finger. Steve’s ring. He slides it off. “Wait.”
Steve stops in his tracks and hesitantly turns around.
Carefully, Eddie makes his way toward Steve and holds out the ring to him.
“Holy shit, are you proposing?” Dustin yells.
Eddie shoots him a look while Steve warns language. “No, it’s a peace offering,” Eddie admits then looks to Steve. “Doesn’t mean you’re suddenly not mad or that you’re forgiving me. Just lets me know that eventually, we might be okay.”
Steve looks at the ring and then at Eddie. Slowly, he makes his way over, reaches out, and slips it on.
Eddie takes a moment to look at the image of him still holding the ring which is now around Steve’s ring finger. It looks so distinctly right that it sends a shiver down his spine. He slowly glances up to Steve who stares back at him with what looks like a million things he’s trying to say in his gaze. Eddie’s about to apologize all over again and beg for a second chance when-
“Thank god that’s over. Steve, can we have a movie night tonight at your place?” Dustin asks. Eddie shoots him another look of disbelief. That little shit.
“You didn’t ask him already?” Mike shrieks while Lucas and Will simultaneously facepalm.
Max and El start to lecture him when Steve reluctantly takes his hand back and whispers, "You should leave now before I give them all the worst talk they’ve ever received.” Eddie smiles at him and Steve gives him a small smile in return that makes it feel like a bit of weight has been lifted off of Eddie’s shoulders.
He’s able to sneak out just as Steve says, “Alright, listen up...”
Eddie waits in his van for a concerning amount of time, but he takes it to acknowledge that he isn’t yet forgiven but maybe he’s a few steps closer to not losing Steve for good. But mostly he hopes that maybe one day Steve won’t feel so hurt.
The doors to Family Video open revealing the guiltiest group of teens that Eddie has ever seen. They all file into the car and Eddie can’t help but tease, “I’m guessing no movie tonight?”
He gets a few glares in return, but El says, “He said maybe Friday,” which seems to bring some joy back to her.
Eddie smiles. He knows that Steve will forever be a sucker to those kids, but maybe they’ve learned a few things for now. Only time will tell.
Part Ten
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Helloo! How are you, and how are you doing? I am very obsessed with your post’s and i can’t get enough of them! They are so good written, you are one of the beat writers i have ever seen!! Can i may have a request about Madara and his lover, his lover is very insecure about her flat chest (Not too much she has just small breasts) and always gets picked up on it. She cries in front of the mirror, and Madara sees her when she does that. And then the day after some girls picks up on her small chest and make her cry. Feel free to ignore it, it’s strange and a little weird, so you don’t have to do it. Love you <33
Thank you so much for your beautiful words baby!!! I greatly appreciate your presence here, thank you for sticking around and reading my work, love u too😭💫
I can totally relate to this because I have the flattest chest in the world, and hell, we know Madara won't let his wife have a bad time
"Wake up to reality" but make it bitchier 😩❤️🩹
Growing up with Izuna teaches you a thing or two👀
(Y/N) thinks she is alone in the house, and that is the only reason she allows herself vulnerability. She wouldn't cry about it in front of anyone, always strong on the outside, but sometimes she needs to break down and admit that certain things hurt.
Stepping out of the shower, she stands in front of the mirror and admires her figure. She is a pretty girl, nice curves in anyone's eyes, but some people's envy is too heavy to ignore.
She knows that being the leader's wife exposes her to public opinion, having everyone notice and judge her, talk about and debate the details of her personal life as if they knew her. (Y/N) learned to ignore them, to turn a deaf ear to whatever stupid things they might say, but there are things that sometimes can't be avoided.
Deep in her mind, she always had a small annoyance regarding her body: lack of prominent breasts, typical of any conventionally attractive woman. When Madara proclaimed her as his wife after months of secretly dating, it was the first thing that was talked about.
Having small breasts, according to the malicious tongues, speaks of low fertility, of an inability to properly convince. How dare the Uchiha leader choose a woman who will not be able to provide him with a healthy family!
Of course, these are the words of all the superstitious ignoramuses, who have no idea how the body works and believe everything is based on strange myths. The elderly usually furnish the most prominent comments, but (Y/N) ignore them because of their age, forged in another era and impossible to change.
No one had ever expressed an opinion of her anatomy before announcing her formality alongside Madara, no one had ever mentioned anything about her flat chest or lack of bulky breasts, but the exposure to the public eye for being beside such an important person was like being thrown to the wolves.
What she can't tolerate are women her age, girls with a different consciousness and way of life, who latch on to things others say to cautiously insult without being obvious. You can imagine what a scandal there could be if one of them is purposely mean against the leader's wife, always taking precautions to upset her without anyone noticing.
She looks at herself in front of the mirror and lowers the towel to expose her breast, feeling conscious about their shape, size, lack of fullness. She doesn't realize she's crying about it, overwhelmed by all the ugly words she's received these past few days. People can be excessively cruel, and no matter how much self-assurance, self-confidence and self-love she has, every insult or taunt hits hard at her defenses, tearing down her walls bit by bit.
It is infuriating to feel this way because of other people, to give them this power, but she can't help it.
Each tear represents an opinion about her, unable to stop her crying. She moves at different angles trying to find prominence, something that might make her feel better about it, that might fill the emptiness she feels in her stomach, but she cannot console herself.
What if the elders are right? If she can't give her man a healthy, powerful family? Or if Madara gets tired of her for not meeting the stupid standards of conventional beauty, and looks for a woman with another type of build? What if-
"Fuck this, I'm better than that." In an awakening of logic, (Y/N) manages to evade the mindless intrusive thoughts, towel drying her face and proceeding to get dressed.
She ignores the fact that her man watched the whole scene from outside the room, not daring to interrupt an intimate and personal moment, make her feel exposed in her vulnerability, but taking in every glance at the mirror and every tear.
Madara is neither idiot nor ignorant, he knows and is aware of what is said about his wife, the stupidities that people think they have the power to comment without even knowing her, and although he shuts up every person he hears spouting idiocy, he can't be everywhere.
From now on, he will personally make sure it never happens again.
……
The two walk together through the Uchiha compound market, countless people slowing Madara down to greet him and discuss personal matters they want to work on with him. People demand and absorb him like ants on honey, and (Y/N), used to it, always ends up wandering alone until he manages to catch up with her.
Today is no exception, and while three little old ladies monopolize all his attention as soon as they see him arrive at the place, complaining about the bad state of the crops and the crumbling of their little stalls in the street, (Y/N) lets go of his hand and walks around the place alone.
She visits different shops and greets anyone who approaches her, and when she stops at a flower arrangement stall, three women look at her out of the corner of their eyes. They suspiciously approach her but pretend to be talking to each other, a tone of voice conveniently loud.
"Have you seen her? She is so unworthy of the leader!"
"Yes... I mean, look at her, isn't she the most normal, unattractive woman you ever saw?"
"The leader deserves someone who can keep him truly entertained, a good body."
"We all know he values pronounced curves and big breasts, like mine!"
"Yes! You would be the perfect woman for him! Maybe you should try to win him over... look at the mess of a girl he has next to him, he'll jump on you in a second!"
"Madara-Sama will die to get his hands on you and get rid of that horrid little brat!
She will remain silent about it, pretending not to hear them and maintaining the decorum expected of a woman of high rank like her, formal and untainted in the face of any attack she might receive so as not to leave her husband in a bad light.
Of course, she does not expect at all what she hears behind her back as an arm comes around her shoulders and presses her against a marked chest.
"You three, I'm sorry to announce, are the most hideous bitches I've ever seen in my entire fucking life." Madara speaks with a sternness in his voice that makes them shrink back, losing all the boldness they were handling themselves with a few seconds ago.
"And I mean it, for real. I've been through terrible things, wars, death, but I've never seen anything that leaves me more disgusted and aghast than the three of you. What the fuck are you doing in my compound, serving wretchedness and ugliness all over the place?" The women gawk at him, unable to believe Uchiha Madara himself is talking to them like this. Always so formal and proper, no one would expect to hear those kinds of words from his mouth.
The whole market remains silent, paying attention to the situation, watching with surprise and skepticism as the leader humiliates them in front of everyone. The elders stop selling, people stop buying, and everyone turns to watch the exchange.
"You dare to talk about my wife, my beautiful (Y/N), when you are the ugliest bitches I've ever seen, walking around and scaring anyone who sees you? To judge someone you must be at least on their level, you revolting women."
"Madara... maybe that's enough..." She whispers from his chest, cocooned in her man's skin and utterly shocked by what she hears. Sure, she knows her husband's casual, offbeat side, it was what made her fall in love with him, but she never quite anticipated him risking his reputation in front of all his people like this for her.
"No, not enough at all. They need to wake up to reality, understand they are dreadfully ugly, that no one will ever want them, and no one will ever choose them. You," he points to the first one who attacked her, "your tits are fake, horrible job, you should ask for your money back. You," points to the next one, "you're the nastiest woman I've ever seen in my fucking life, fix your teeth, and you," points to the last one, "you're rotten with envy from the inside out, disgusting. Get the fuck out of here, now."
"YES! GET OUT OF HERE."
"GET OUT YOU WITCHES!"
"YOU'RE NOTHING LIKE MISS (Y/N), GET OUT!"
"RUN AWAY, YOU INSOLENT HAGS!"
All the people in the market join their leader, accompanying his statements and pushing the women away. (Y/N) can't believe the display of the event, how they all unite and support their leader with total respect, how they protect her along with him.
She never felt so supported, as she watches the three women being rushed to the entrance of the Uchiha compound and flee in tears, egos shattered and abased, an ultimately needed journey of humility.
Madara smiles at her like a small child as chaos unfolds around them, cradled by his arms and pressed against his chest, contained, backed up, protected. No one ever thought he could behave like that, talk the way he did, but it seems the Uchiha leader always surprises.
Maybe he learned a thing or two from his younger brother, after all.
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Skibidi Grammar: A Brief Amateur Study
Because I honestly have nothing better to do. We studying the Skibidi writing system up in this bitch 🔥🔥
(Spoilers for Episode 70 Part 2 below! Proceed with caution!)
In the latter half of Episode 70 Part 2, Plungerman picks up this document in what I'm calling 'the hardware artifact room', featuring what is very clearly the written form of the language used by the Skibidi Toilets. This honestly kind of shocked me (the toilets have a writing system??) but at the same time it doesn't - every intelligent civilization, no matter how absurd, has to have some way to keep records handy, especially one as advanced as the toilets.
Unfortunately, due to the fact that we obviously can't translate the Skibidi language, the exact nature or contents of this document are completely unclear. However, I'm going to analyze what we can see and understand anyway, because that's fun and I have horrific brainrot. LET'S BEGIN!!
But before we start analyzing the actual text itself, I'd like to quickly get the two photos on the document out of the way:
The first photo is of the Scientist Toilet, with some weird round thing behind him that kind of looks like an airplane engine. His photo is apparently captioned, written in red and in larger text than the rest of the text on the document. What is the caption? Is that his legal name?? Again, it's completely unclear.
The second photo depicts an Astro Toilet - his style of helmet makes it obvious. What isn't obvious, however, is who this Astro Toilet is. He isn't the one from Part 1, and he doesn't resemble the other two Astro Toilets we've seen before either - all of their helmets are different. If I'm not mistaken, this is the fourth Astro Toilet we've seen in the series, and looking at where we currently are at, he definitely won't be the last.
Why these two are featured on this document is, again, unknown. But we can deduce that the Astro Toilets and the Scientist Toilet are connected in a very important way.
Now, with that out of the way, time to actually analyze the written toilet language!!
The Skibidi language is written in all caps, and makes obvious use of some of the characters from the Greek alphabet - you might be familiar with a few if you've taken any kind of advanced math in school. This seems to be purely for aesthetic reasons, seeing as how the Greek letter Ψ is used in place of the Latin letter Y in 'YES' when Ψ makes the 'ps' sound. I ain't gonna complain though. I love doing shit for the sake of 'make it Fancy™'.
A couple of the words are underlined, which wouldn't be too strange by itself, if not for the fact that some of the words are also overlined (this can most clearly be seen in the first 'SKIBIDI' in the second paragraph). Some kind of punctuation or markings to denote proper nouns, maybe? I don't know.
Speaking of punctuation (kinda), we have some symbol usage in the form of {}! They're used to surround a set of words in the second paragraph ({DOB YES YES}).
< and > also make an appearance! In the second paragraph, they're used to separate two words (SKIBIDI<>DOM), and in the third paragraph, they're used to surround four words (>SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIB IDI<). Again, no idea what purpose these symbols have - maybe they have a similar function to the {} we see here?
And now, for some various other interesting things I've noticed!
The first four lines of the first paragraph is the classic unaltered Skibidi chant. Neato!
There's a lot of variety in the community when it comes to spelling the word "DOP". This document features three different spellings - 'DOP', 'DOM', and 'DOB' - which I suppose makes them all correct! There's also the word 'DIP' that's featured here too.
There's a random upside down A in one of the words in the second paragraph (it's a bit hard to read due to the faded text, but I can best Latinize it as 'YES∀SKIBIDI'). Interesting!
'BRRR' and 'BRRRRH' are words. Hahaha!
And that's about all I have to say about the Skibidi written language! Moral of the story: ...uh, man, my brainrot is horrible right now have a good day everyone LMFAOOOO
#skibidi toilet#skibidi toilet analysis#...holy shit that's a lot of words#hey somebody get the word count of this thing#i need it for science
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let’s ignore how i’m flooding your inbox with requests 😭😭
buttttt, childhood bestie armin who’s watching you get ready to marry someone else, even though he’s always had a crush on you and you’ve secretly always had a crush on him even now, when you’re suppose to marry someone else. and you & armin finally confess your feelings for each other either before the wedding or when they say “does anyone object” or whatever is said 😭
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Be mine instead
Armin x fem!reader ♪
Overview; Armin makes a very late confession and last-minute objection at your wedding
Content; fluff, a little angst
Warnings; a little infidelity, kissing, cheesy and kinda romcom-y 🙈
Note; this request... THIS REQUEST!! 💕you needn't apologize, i'm screaming over this idea i hope u like what i made out of it
He knows you're nervous; it's written all over your face, it's clear in the way you obsessively straighten out your white bridal gown over and over again.
No one else has analyzed your pretty face as much as he has; he knows the meaning behind your every subtle expression. the subtle pinching of your brows when you look in the mirror at your reflection, the curling of your lips, the creasing of your eyes.
what a beautiful bride...
He hid his regret and sadness so poorly. Even someone as oblivious as you could see the prominent sad corners of his eyes becoming more weighted as he admired your gown.
"You're beautiful..." he said, something caught in his throat.
"I'm so nervous, I can't think." you responded anxiously, straightening out your gown again. "I feel strange... I don't know. Isn't it strange? It feels like just yesterday Eren was introducing you to me, and now you're here watching me get married. Where did all that time go?"
Armin chuckled softly and shrugged. "Time flies when you're having fun." he said, fully aware how cliché his line was. "And I'm glad we had a lot of fun while we could."
"Oh Armin, don't put it like that! You make it sound like once I get married, we won't be able to have fun together anymore."
"Sorry... I know we'll still have fun, but..." he trailed off, looking away from you. "But we won't have the same closeness as we do now. I mean, the fact of the matter is, you're going to be married. we can't be the... slightly crazy best friends who go ghost hunting in abandoned buildings... or who run down the beach pretending to be newly weds... remember that? When we were eighteen and made that spontaneous road trip?"
Armin began rambling, rubbing the back of his neck, choking up. There was clearly a lot of emotional turmoil in his chest, you could hear it in his voice and in the words he chose and the topics he brought up.
If you leave armin to ramble, he very quickly begins reminiscing on the past.
"I remember having a big, big crush on you in high school." he admitted.
"Oh really?" you looked at him curiously, the mood tinged with sadness.
"Yeah, I had a crush on you for so long, too. Remember when I asked you over to help me with learning how to speak English?" he asked, looking at you, and you hummed with a nod in reply. "Well" he continued, "Really, at that point, I wasn't struggling anymore to articulate myself, I just wanted an excuse to invite you over to my dorm more often."
"I had a suspicion!" you laughed in response to what he had just told you, "You know, because sometimes you'd say something very clearly like a native speaker when we were around friends, but then when I came over to help teach you, it felt like your English level mysteriously lowered."
"Yeah..." Armin chuckled, fixing his eyes at his shoes. They were polished to perfection.
Standing there in his neat suit, his mind raced. His heart pounded. there were unsaid things between you and him. That was clear to both of you for a long time.
"I think I fell a little bit in love."
You looked at him. Why, you asked yourself in the far back of your mind, oh why did he only get around to admitting to this now?
"I did as well." you said.
He looked at you and gave you a sad, faltering smile.
It was silent. Neither of you talked. But your emotions weren't silent at all; you could feel the amorous truths floating in the air between you and armin.
"I still love you." he said stupidly. Dumbly. Ridiculously. What a true idiot, confessing at the last minute.
Now he really went ahead and said something stupid. I love you. at your wedding.
You looked at him until tears slowly pricked at the corners of your eyes. "Armin, what are you saying?"
He heaved a watery sigh. "I'm selfish," he began, speaking in that languid yet melancholic yet sensual voice that only Armin could speak in, "I should only want you to be happy, but really all I truly want is to steal you away before you exchange your vows."
"Armin!" you pinched your brows together, nearly crying. "You can't be saying this... not right now."
"I'm sorry." he mumbled, "I'm sorry... I'm just in a strange mood... this is all feels surreal."
He almost wanted to admit that he wished you weren't getting married. Hell, he almost wanted to get on his knees to beg for your hand in marriage instead.
But he didn't do such things. No, he did something far more bizarre, and pressed a deliciously fervent kiss on your lips.
His one hand pulled you in close by the back of the head, while his other hand came to hold the waist of your bridal gown, delicate fingers feeling over delicate lace and silk.
After a moment of shock from feeling your best friend's lips, you melted right into his kiss. His embrace. His whole feeling. What an engulfing feeling he always had, it's no wonder you fell for him in the first place, and no wonder why you can't fully let him go even on your wedding day.
"Armin..." you mumbled after breaking from the kiss. You were surprised by his actions, by your reciprocation – you barely hesitated to kiss him back and that made armin's heart sing.
He looked at you like he was about to ask something. His hands held yours as you kept your palms flat against his chest.
But the two of you broke away the instant you heard someone's footsteps come to the door of the dressing room. There was a knock. It was time to get things going.
Outside, people were beginning to look around and wonder where the bride was. They'd been sat for some time now, watching your fiancé searchingly crane his neck around.
Though you and armin pretended nothing happened, your ragged breaths and tingling lips told a different story.
Armin took a seat and traced his fingertips over his lips.
Your wedding day was going so fast that it spooked him. He felt like he had to do something before it was too late. It felt like you were slipping through his fingers and he didn't want that. He wanted you right there in his hands.
But you were already stood under the wedding arch in the warm afternoon light with your hands being held by your fiancé.
Armin anxiously fidgeted with the hem of his shirt.
He heard them say the line he was waiting for, "if anyone objects to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace."
Now, if saying i love you wasn't wild enough of a thing to do at your best friend's wedding, then standing up and yelling "I object!" certainly was.
All eyes were on him; your blond best friend that everyone in the room knew very well. To see him shoot up out of his seat like that and practically scream his objection to your marriage was absurd. Comical. Something out of a romcom.
"I object... because..." he gulped and stopped talking for a moment.
You looked at him tearfully behind your veil. "Armin...?"
Hearing you call his name... oh to hell with it, he thought.
"I object because i'm selfish!" he nearly yelled.
The guests didn't know what to make of this situation. They felt awkward, except for your true friends. They were nearly splitting from holding in their laughter.
"Armin, what are you doing?" you asked, staring at him with wide-blown eyes of surprise.
He just continued madly, "I love her, and I can love her better than you." he directed boldly at your fiancé. "and she's loved me, and still loves me."
Oh the reactions of the people sat in the rows. How beautifully comical some of their expressions were, their faces seemed to ask what did he just say??
"Y/n," Armin continued, after taking a shaky breath, "Please, I'll beg you if I have to, be mine instead."
You looked at him incredulously. What the hell were you supposed to do? In this bizarre, romcom-like situation, it was a genuine question on your mind. Truly, what were you supposed to do or say in response to your best friend asking that at your wedding?
Well the only answer was to respond in the most bizarre, romcom-like way possible.
You very dramatically threw down the flowers you were holding, they thudded to the ground with a rustle, and you grabbed a fistful of your gown before dashing down the steps and running away from the wedding arch, leaving your fiancé to stand there, befuddled and shocked.
You decided to live your truth.
And your truth was that even after meeting another lover, none proved to be a greater lover than the boy you knew like the back of your hand.
The blond. The one with the bright eyes that intimidated you when you first met him. The one who used to say awkward jokes through his braces at fifteen. The sweetheart who was there at your lonely birthday parties throughout the years. An angel who held your hand through every sharp turn in your life up until this pivotal moment, this insane decision, this wild U-turn that you made.
"Let's go." you said and gave Armin your hand.
His eyes said it all. They were glittering in disbelief.
You threw a apologetic smile back at your fiancé. "Sorry." you mumbled half-heartedly. "I hope you'll find someone who's right for you. But that person isn't me!"
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Bad Timing
Summary: You catch Nanami at a very bad time one day. Little did he know how much that outburst would effect you.
W/C: 4k
Warnings: hurt/comfort, regret, doubt, self-doubt, angst, a swear word or two I think.
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At the moment, you were desperately trying to ignore the way Gojo was staring at you. You were trying to write the report of the mission while on your flight back and he was sitting across from you. His chin was resting on his hand as he leaned against the table between you, a cheeky smirk spreading his lips.
Gojo should be glad that your laptop is between the two of you and that he has his infinity because you would punch him otherwise.
However, no matter how hard you try, the feeling of his gaze never leaves. In fact, the longer it goes on, the more you get irritated. You know why he’s doing this and you just want him to stop. You should never tell him anything. Ever.
“Would you stop that,” you finally grit out, not allowing yourself to look away from your work.
“Stop what? I’m not doing anything,” he retorts. His smirk turns smug as he brings his other hand up under his chin. It only makes that irritation grow and you wish you could jump off the plane. Even if you did, though, he still wouldn’t leave you alone.
You sigh. “You’re staring. And I know why.”
Gojo quirks his head to the side, feigning innocence. “What exactly would that reason be?”
He’s trying to push your buttons, you know he is. Even with trying to ignore it, you can’t. You’re exhausted, you want to get this report done, and you don’t want to be bothered about the man who wants nothing to do with you. Not when, every time you try to lighten the mood, he shoots you down immediately. Gojo knows this, yet he will never leave you alone about it. Not after you told him a certain secret about the man you no longer wish to see. Well, it’s not like you’ll have to worry about that for much longer.
You glare at him over your laptop screen. “Are we really playing this game right now?”
“Hmm, I don’t know,” he starts, leaning back into his seat, his smirk never leaving his lips, and crossing his legs, “it depends on what game you think we’re playing.”
“Do me a favour and shut up,” you grit out with a roll of your eyes.
“So, you won’t be glad to see a certain grade one sorcerer when we land?”
Immediately, your eyes shoot up to his blue ones that are peering over his sunglasses. You think this is the most smug you’ve ever seen him in the last ten years. Usually, you would play along or make fun of how he looks, but you’re too tired and grumpy to do that at the moment. Especially not when he’s talking about the one person you wish you would never want to talk to again. You really don’t want to talk about this right now. Not when you’re already in a horrible mood on top of knowing you will be seeing said man at the airport one way or another.
Gojo takes your glare in the spirit you were hoping for. Now he’s the one rolling his eyes as plants both feet back on the floor.
“Come on. You don’t really believe that he wants nothing to do with you.”
“If you have any evidence that Nanami Kento actually thinks of me in any way but annoying and frustrating, please present it now. Otherwise I also will want nothing to do with the man who practically said I was a useless piece of shit who should never speak with him again,” you grit out coldly, eyes scanning the words on your screen. You can feel the way your brows are furrowed in anger, causing a headache to well up.
It takes you a few moments to realize that your friend hasn’t said anything more. When you look up at him, confused he hasn’t tried to tease or pry more, you see his own confusion written across his face. Most importantly, there’s a glint in his eye that tells you he’s pondering over something. You get even more confused when he stands from his seat.
“Satoru?”
The frustration from before is completely gone now. All you want to figure out now is what he’s thinking and why he’s suddenly acting so strange.
“I’ll be back. I have to relieve myself.”
With that, he swiftly leaves you where you are, immensely confused. You turn back to your laptop, noting the way you weren’t properly typing anything out. None of what you wrote made sense as you notice you wrote some of your thoughts out in the middle of your sentences.
So, you try and forget about it all as you correct what you wrote. Most of all, you’re using it to forget about the fact that the exact man you don’t want to see will be at the airport when you arrive. Plus, the sooner you get this report over with, the more time you’ll have to just try to relax.
However, when Gojo comes back and actually remains silent, you can’t relax at all. Especially not after you finish the report.
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“I won’t be able to join you right away. I have to talk to the pilot about something,” Gojo tells you as you’re packing your things up, causing your attention to snap to him. “Then I have to do something before heading back to the school. So Nanami will be driving you straight back.”
“No. No, you are not leaving me alone with him.”
Gojo rolls his eyes. “It won’t be for long.”
“I don’t care, Satoru. That man wants nothing to do with me and I’d rather not deal with his brutal judgement. Not when we just went through that hell of a mission.”
You don’t mean to speak to him the way you are: anger clear in your voice as your gaze is hard and insulting. It’s just, between dealing with the mess that was your assignment and now having to face the man that made you feel like you didn’t deserve to be where you are, you can’t take much more. The fact that you won’t have Gojo as a buffer opens up a world you don’t want to deal with right now.
“Can’t Ijichi come pick me up instead. I don’t mind waiting,” you say, forcing yourself to calm down.
“Ijichi is out of town, currently. I would suggest Shoko but she’s busy.”
You sag in your seat. Everything is working against you right now. Why is it that the one man that you’re pretty sure hates you has to be the only one free? Does the universe truly hate you that much?
“Fine,” you mutter out, irritatedly crossing your arms and looking out of the window but still seeing the triumphant smile Gojo takes on.
“Who knows, maybe you two will make up and make ou-“
“Don’t you even dare, Gojo Satoru,” you say sternly, whipping your head to face him as you point a finger at him, “If you finish that sentence, I’ll kick your ass all the way into tomorrow.”
He chuckles. “You can certainly try.”
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When you see Nanami, you don’t pay him any mind. All you do is continue to walk past him to where you can pick up your luggage. The only interaction you let yourself is meeting his eyes long enough so he at least knows you know he’s there. You have no interest in talking to him; not even exchanging a simple ‘hello’.
As you find the flight number, you wait for the carousel to start. Meanwhile, you find yourself tensing up as you feel Nanami standing too close to you. Irritation crashes through you fast and hard as you wonder where he got the nerve to do this. It’s like he’s acting like he didn’t insult you a couple of weeks before you had left with Gojo. You had been successfully avoiding him until now.
Your anger only grows as he asks, “How’d it go?”
“What does it matter to you?” you snap back, keeping your eyes trained forward.
The sigh he lets out doesn’t help how you feel. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t necessarily one of irritation and one that was more of disappointment. You really wish Gojo didn’t leave you alone. If this is how your interactions are going to start then you can’t imagine where this is going to end.
“I’m sure you don’t care,” you start bitterly, “Afterall, it’s not like you care about what I do, let alone the fact that I’m even here.”
“That’s-“ Nanami starts but stops when his tone becomes combative, taking a deep breath before saying more calmly, “That isn’t true.”
You roll your eyes. “Then what is, Nanami?” you ask as you turn around to glare at him. “You can’t go from telling me that I’d be better off screwing around doing nothing so that you don’t have to deal with me to seeming like you actually care.”
Nanami looks around, most likely checking to see if anyone is watching because of your harsh reply. When he sees no one is, he takes a step forward and asks, “Can we talk about this when we’re in the car?”
Rolling your eyes yet again, you turn back away from him. You huff out an irritated, “Fine,” as you pretend like he isn’t standing there. Now you just want to get your luggage so that this can be over and done with.
You were going to make Gojo pay for this because you’re pretty sure he was lying about having something to do. That feeling only strengthens when you see there is a driver waiting for you and Nanami and that it wasn’t Nanami who was driving. So, you’ll have no way to get out of talking to him and, worst of all, it’ll be alone as the divider is already rolled up when you get in, causing you to slap your palm over your face.
“Please tell me Gojo wasn’t the one to set this up,” you mutter into your palm.
“It was me, actually,” Nanami replies.
You bring your hand away to stare at him harshly. “Why? So you can make me feel worse than I already do?”
Nanami shakes his head, a look of disappointment taking over his features as he stares at the floor of the car. “It was because I wanted to apologize.”
You scoff, crossing your arms and leaning back as you stare out of the window. This man has some nerve. You won’t lie, before things began to go wrong, you had a major crush on your colleague. Thanks to being friends with Gojo, you saw Nanami often and you would try and lighten his day in one way or another. Whether it be complimenting him in some way, simply giving him a bright hello or somehow sneaking his favourite candy in his coat, you really tried. Gojo had also occasionally tried to make something happen between the two of you after you told him about your little crush.
However, every single time you tried to talk with Nanami, he never seemed interested or always shut you down. It wasn’t like you were openly trying to start something, you just wanted to at least be friends.
Maybe it was because Gojo was usually in the room that made his discouraging words not be so lethal. Because, the one day he wasn’t around and you tried conversing with Nanami beyond the usual greeting, he had snapped.
“God, you’re more tiresome than Gojo,” he had stated, his tone harsh making you flinch. Then, “How about you leave me alone and go do the only thing you’re good at.”
What he had been referencing was your cursed technique. Well, he was referencing your lack of a cursed technique. You had cursed energy, but you were never gifted the one thing that makes each jujutsu sorcerer unique. It didn’t matter that you were classified as a grade one. Since that day, he made you believe you were more worthless than you already felt you were because of this fact. It sent you into a spiral of self doubt that even Gojo was having difficulty pulling you out of.
“What’s there to apologize for?” you start, the anger in your tone slightly subdued. “You made it quite clear that you wanted nothing to do with me.”
There’s a momentary pause. “That’s not true,” he says quietly, regret lacing his tone.
That causes you to scoff yet again. “Well, if that isn’t, then me being useless in this world definitely is,” you say as your throat tightens up. “This mission only proved that,” you add on quietly.
“Hey,” he calls out softly as you feel his hand on your wrist. The action surprises you so much that you look at him with raised eyebrows, jaw dropped slightly. “That’s not true, either.”
His expression shows no deceit. Neither does his tone. His hand stays where it is and you want to pull your wrist away but there’s something keeping you from doing so. The warmth is oddly… comforting despite how much you don’t want to be around this man. He’s the one that is the largest reason for your self doubt, afterall.
“How do you know that?” you counter, the frustration from before seeping back in. “How can you go from validating my biggest insecurity to going back on that so quickly?”
“There’s two reasons, actually.”
“Oh, great. Care to let me in on what those are? It would be great to know since I nearly left the jujutsu world because of you.”
You slap your hands over your mouth, your wrist feeling cold with the absence of his hand. That fact was never meant to come out. The only person who knew about you almost leaving was Gojo and he was the one to talk you out of it. Well, sort of. It was also the reason you were with him on that mission. He was trying to prove how vital you were in the world of jujutsu sorcery. However, he didn’t know your near decision was because of Nanami. Not entirely.
Nanami was shocked and now felt even worse now than he did before. When he had first said that to you, his heart ached when he saw your saddened eyes and dejected expression. It didn’t help when you had turned away from him, your tone just as broken as you looked as you said a small, “You’re right. I’m sorry,” before walking away.
He had been tempted to run after you and apologize. You didn’t deserve the harsh words that left his mouth. Especially not when you were always so nice to everyone and accepted anything anyone has said. Unfortunately, he needed to get to a meeting and couldn’t be late.
It had been just over two weeks since that happened. He never wanted to make you feel that way and now knowing just how much his outburst affected you had him chiding himself. That was never supposed to happen, not when he had feelings for you. What he should’ve done was forget about being on time for the meeting. He should’ve gone with his heart and chased after you to let you know he didn’t mean it.
For so long he had to hide the way he wanted to smile every time he heard you greet him; whenever you complimented the smallest thing he never expected someone to notice; the days where he’d reach into his coat pocket and feel the wrapper of his favourite candy you slipped in there. It was always the highlight of his day no matter how much teasing he dealt with from Gojo when you left the room.
Yet, he never let that happiness show because he was working. He needed to keep a clear mind. However, whenever he went to ask you if you wanted to go for coffee or lunch, you were never around. Not only that, but he would once in a while catch a disappointed glint in your eyes when he didn’t reply or thank you.
He now sees how much of a mistake that was because now, with the one time you caught him on a very bad day, you mistook his words to be true. Meanwhile, it was the furthest from the truth. He knew how effective and powerful you were even without a technique. Plus, he felt like he could empathize with you due to the fact that you could still produce your own domain when he couldn’t.
Everything about you was perfect. Why did he have to screw this up so badly?
“I’m sorry,” Nanami says quietly, afraid that, if he said it any louder, his voice would break. “What I said was the furthest from the truth. You caught me at a very low point and I know I shouldn’t have reacted that way but I was just on edge. I wanted to go after you, to apologize, but I didn’t.”
He pauses for a moment, noticing how he’s turned his body to fully face you. Nanami wants you to know how he truly feels. It doesn’t matter if he’s probably destroyed any that you may have had before his outburst. He still wants you to know but he can’t just straight out say it as you refuse to meet his gaze.
“I…” Nanami struggles to find the words as he stares at your arms that are once again crossed over your chest. He takes a deep breath before finally getting out, “I should have gone after you. You’re not worthless in this world and I just… need you to know that.”
You bring your arms away from their guarded position, lowering them but loosely keeping them crossed as you look out the window. “There’s no need to say that,” you mutter quietly, “I’m leaving after today anyways.”
“Now, wait-“
“Don’t try to talk me out of it when I know you’d rather have me gone,” you snap, eyes meeting his. However, you’re surprised when you find his expression almost pleading and sad. It takes you so off guard that you have to force the rest out of your mouth before you no longer can. “I’m useless in this profession without a technique like everyone else. Had Gojo not been there during this mission, I probably wouldn’t be here now.” You look back out of the window. “I don’t understand how I became a first grade when throwing out my domain is lately the only thing that keeps me alive. I’m completely useless.”
“You really don’t know how perfect you are,” Nanami mutters without really realizing it. Yet, as you look back at him, he continues effortlessly as you find his hand once again slipping over your wrist, “Or how powerful you truly are. The fact that, even without a technique, you can still use domain expansion is incredible. Don’t forget, I have a technique and still can’t do that.” A pause as his warm chestnut eyes meet your own. “You’re also the only reason why I smile anymore.”
That doesn’t surprise you as much as his sincere expression does. This man, one who you were sure wanted nothing to do with you, was turning everything you believed upside down. There’s an involuntary feeling of warmth and relief flowing through you as you feel tears threatening to fill your eyes.
“I don’t believe you,” you nearly whisper, not really believing your words yourself. Before you believe him, though, you need some sort of proof. “Not when you acted like everything I did went unnoticed.”
Once again, Nanami surprises you by smirking. “Everything you do for me makes me happy. Every single time I just simply saw you I wanted to smile. Whenever I heard you speak, the amount of times the corners of my lips would threaten to curve upwards just because of that, it’s all I ever wanted to hear.”
Nanami moves toward you just a little more, smiling when you completely drop your arms and let the tension leave your body. The immense relief that’s flowing through him now is making him feel dizzy. Just the mere fact that you’re realizing how untrue his words were is driving him forward to tell you everything. It’s long overdue.
So, he brings his free hand up to brush a hair from your forehead, as he continues, “I wanted to show my thanks by finding you during off hours. That way I could show how I truly felt without worrying about being professional when I ask you to get dinner with me; so I could show you the smiles you make me want to show every day. I could never find you, though.”
Your jaw drops as he places his hand on your knee now. Are you hearing this right? Does he actually feel the way that you have for so long?
“Now I realize that I shouldn’t have worried about professionalism,” he adds, then looks at the ground again, his hand gently squeezing your knee. Shame takes over his expression again. “I’m truly sorry that I came off that way. Most of all, I’m sorry I ever said what I did. I didn’t mean it especially since we’re very similar when it comes to issues with techniques.”
A small smirk finally graces your lips. It makes Nanami relax as you ask, “You wanted to ask me out?”
Nanami chuckles lightly, taking one of your hands in his as you move them to your lap. “I did. Most importantly, I still do.”
“You know, you could’ve asked Gojo to help out,” you tease lightly. “Especially since I spend a lot of my free time with him.”
“Well,” Nanami says with a soft smile, “I think it’s a lot better if I ask myself. So, will you like to join me for dinner?”
“Tonight?” It’s a tease, really, but you’re hoping he says yes.
He nods. “Of course.”
Your smile grows, overflowing with happiness as you suddenly grab his tie, pulling him until your lips are meeting his. However, before Nanami can enjoy the feeling, you’re pulling away.
“I- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-“
Before you can ramble on, he leans back in, his free hand cupping your cheek as he kisses you again. This time, both you melt into it and allow yourselves to enjoy the feeling.
You’re silently thankful for the fact that there was a divider up now. Especially since Nanami moves so that he’s hovering over you, pulling you close to his body. Your hands find their way into his hair, carding your fingers through the soft blonde strands.
Everything around you seems to fade as all you can think of is how happy you are in this moment. That is, until you notice the car slowing down and coming to a stop. Both you and Nanami look out the window to see that you’ve arrived at the school and you can’t help the disappointment you feel. At the same time, your face heats up as you’re made aware of just how long you’ve been kissing the man who doesn’t seem to want to part from you.
“Don’t worry,” Nanami says as he sits back, adjusting his tie and combing his hair back with a hand, “we can continue this when we go to dinner.”
The wink he sends you makes your face heat up as you smile.
When you step out of the car, you thank Nanami as he offers a hand. However, there’s a certain someone standing there waiting with a smug smirk spreading his lips. It takes everything in you to not roll your eyes as Nanami gently guides you with a hand at the small of your back.
“Looks like my genius plan worked,” Gojo teased.
Now, you don’t care if you can’t hit him, but you chase him, running after him as he laughs maniacally while looking back ever so often. Meanwhile, Nanami watches in amusement, biting his cheek to try and keep a straight face. Unlike you and Gojo, he walks up the stairs while making sure you two don’t cause an incident. He would have it no other way.
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Babe-Jeremiah Fisher
A/n: This song describes him so well. If you don't understand then I'm sorry, I would tell you but I would be spoiling the books. But I'm team Conrad all the way so yes he's my favorite. Jere isn't really my favorite, but I love Gavin. He's so funny. But please enjoy this one!
Song: Babe
Written: Sugarland (feat: Taylor Swift)
-Samantha
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'What a shame, Didn't wanna be the one that got away, yeah, Big mistake, broke the sweetest promise, That you never should have made, I'm here on the kitchen floor, you call, but I won't hear it, You said " No one else" '
Your POV
My head was resting on my arms while watching my phone ring for the tenth time this evening. I didn't have the heart to pick it up just to hear Jere's excuse or apologize. The only thing I had going through my head was the day he told me about him sleeping with someone he knew at his school.
That day is so clear to me and it hurts so much just thinking about it. I really wonder if Conrad or Belly knew about this. Hell or even Steven, Laurel and Susanna. I want to call one of them, but I'm so scared about Jeremiah knowing and trying to get the phone to talk to me.
Jeremiah's POV
I stood outside holding my phone and let out a frustrated groan. I just don't know understand why she won't let me explain myself. I was about to call her again when I heard someone speak.
" I would just give her space, Jere."
I turned to find Belly. " I can't stand her not answering. I really need her to hear her voice." I said
She let out a sigh. " Jere, you know what you di..."
I looked back at her and looked away with guilt. " I know! I don't need everyone reminding me!" I said loudly
Before either of us could say anything Conrad and Steven came running out.
" Guys chill." Steven said
I let out a small scoff and turned the other way. " Bro, we know you're upset even though you basically chose that path for yourself, so don't go yelling at any of us." Conrad said
I could hear all three of their footsteps return back inside. I made myself sit down on one of the lounge chairs while holding my phone in my hand.
Your POV
'What a waste, Takin' down pictures and the plans we made, yeah, And it's strange how your face doesn't look so innocent, Your secret had it's consequence and that's on you, babe'
I made myself move to my bedroom so I could throw all the pictures out. I knew if I didn't it would just haunt me for what he did to me. I couldn't get that night out of my head. The next thing I knew was the tears were running down my face. I couldn't make them stop even if I wanted them too.
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I felt the sun on the side of my face which told me that I probably cried myself to sleep last night. I heard my phone ding, so I looked at it just to make sure it wasn't Jere, but when I saw Connie texted me I was shocked to say the least.
'Hey, um Jere...may be my idiot brother, but I'm always here if you want to talk. I'm always one call away even though you live like two houses down.'
I let out a breathy laugh and text him back. I then got up to see my room trashed. I decided to take time to get myself together.
'Flashback'
I was sitting on the couch in the Fisher's house waiting for Jere to come, since we had plans today. I was starting to get worried when I heard his laugh come from the front of the door. I walked up there to find him talking to someone.
'Since you admitted it (oh), I keep picturin' (oh), Her lips on your neck (oh), I can't unsee it (oh), I hate that because of you (oh), I can't love you, babe what a shame, didn't want to be the one that get away'
"Jere?" I said
He turned around with a surprised look. " Wh...at are you do...ing here?" he stuttered
I looked at him confused. " Um...we made plans, remember."
He turned back to the girl he was talking to, before turning back to me. " Can we talk in my room?" He whispered
I nodded my head. I heard him telling the girl that they would talk soon. When I made it to his room I couldn't make myself sit, so I decided to just stand in the middle of his room.
" I know what you're thinking, but..." Jere started while walking in
" But what, Jere?" I asked
He just looked down. I could just tell that there was more to the story here. " Jere, please just tell me." I whispered trying not to show any emotion
He looked up through his lashes and said, " Tell you what?"
I looked at him with hope that it's not true, but deep down I knew it already. " The truth." I begged
" I think you already figured that out." he said
I could feel the tears starting to fall. " No, no, no." I whispered more to myself
I let out a choked sob before falling to my knees, I knew I should get up and leave, but all I could feel was numbness. " I'm so sorry." He whispered while pulling me into a hug. I pushed him off me, I looked at him through my blurry vision. " Don't touch me!"
He nodded and moved back. I made myself get up to walk to my house away from him and everyone.
Conrad's POV
I was heading to go to the kitchen to grab a drink, but saw Y/n heading for the door. I thought Jere and her were going out. I walked up closer to her only to realize she was crying. I gently placed my hand on her shoulder. I could feel her tense up which made my heart break a little for her. " Hey, Y/n/n. Tell me what's wrong?" I said concerned
She just shook her head. I pulled her in for a hug which she immediately melted into. " Ask your idiotic brother." She whimpered
She pulled away and gave me a small sad smile before heading out. I ran back upstairs to Jere's room. " What the hell did you do to her?" I said
He looked up. " Nothing."
I gave him a look. " Bull Jere. Tell me what you did."
He just stared down at his hands. I whispered, " You didn't cheat on her did you." I held my breath praying it wasn't true. When he didn't answer I was shocked. " OMG!" I paused " Jere, come on! You had the best girl you could have asked for." I stated
All I got from him was silent. I shook my head in disappointment and walked out.
'How could you do this babe? You really blew this, babe, We ain't gettin' through this one, babe, How could you do this babe? This is the last time, This is the last time, This is the last time I'll ever call you, babe,'
Your POV
All I could think about was it was my fault. Did I do something to drive him to do this? I cried to my mom all night. I knew she didn't like seeing me like this, and I felt bad for piling all this on her when she already had her problems.
'Flashback Ends'
'How could you do this, babe? I'm here on the kitchen floor, you call, but I won't hear it, You said "No one else," We ain't gettin' through this one, babe, I break down every time you call, but I won't hear it, This is the last time, We're a wreck, you're the wreckin' ball, This is the last time, You said " no one else", This is the last time, I'll ever call you, "babe". '
Once again I'm in my kitchen sitting on the floor this time watching my phone go off with a picture of Jere and I. I know I shouldn't be crying because he doesn't deserve my tears, but I couldn't help it. I want to text him or at least answer just to tell him it's been over since I found out that he cheated on me.
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I knew I was going to regret the next decision I was going to make, but I had to tell him. I picked my phone up and went to our messages. I hesitated to write, but I knew it would make me somewhat better that he knew.
' Hey Jere, this is hard for me to say, but I know I need to say it. I would love for you to stop calling me for now, maybe just maybe in the near future we can be friends, but that's not an option right now. I just want you to know what you did really broke me and it's hard like really hard for me right now, so this thing with you and I is over and has been over ever since you the day you admitted to cheating. So this is my last good-bye, Jere.'
My thumb was right over the send button. I don't know why it won't push it. It's like my body is numb, or it's telling me not to let go. I know I need to let go and accept that it's happening. I forced my hand to move. Once it was sent I dropped my phone and the tears came down faster.
Jeremiah's POV
I heard my phone ding. I saw that she texted me. I started reading it and broke down. I only kept telling myself how stupid I am and it was making me feel even worse about the whole thing that I did. I just had to accept the fate that this thing with Y/n and I was really over.
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Omg! I feel like this one is pretty good. I feel like my writing is getting somewhat better these past years and I'm proud to say this. And I am so thankful for all you for reading and commenting plus voting. It makes me so happy! Again I really hope you enjoy this one!
-Samantha
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Dream A little Dream Of Me
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader
Summery: you're sick but thankfully you have your very own personal doctor
Warnings : sickness, fluff, just pure fluff
I'm sick, again. It's the second time this MONTH (I don't know how I find the time) so I'm kinda pissed because I have to study too, other than that I'd say it's some really good timing I have
‘’For the last time and in the name of god go back to bed’’ for one more time Stephen rose from his armchair abandoning for the third time that day his book and rushed to the kitchen where you were.
"Jesus Stephen, why aren't you reading that damned book!" You whined, stomping your foot on the floor like a misbehaving child and according to Stephen today you actually were.
"You know this lack of concentration is not good if you want to be the Sorcerer supreme. I mean to who do we trust our reality? A guy who can't read one page in an hour?"
"I would have if I wasn't patroling around the house like the police because you can't just go to sleep"
Without speaking he glared at you before grabbing the bag of crisp you tried to hide behind your back.
"Oh come on don't give me that look. I was hungry. I wanted a snack" you pouted puffing out your rosy cheeks and if you hadn't been so annoying and sick he would have certainly kissed you.
Instead he rolled his eyes and huffed tired with your mischievousness you somehow had even when you were burning with fever.
"I'm not going to repeat myself Y/N get back to bed" he put on a stern expression knowing you waiting for a chance not go to your bed and stay downstairs with him.
"Fine, fine but don't say like it's such a chore to you" before you could even finish your sentence you coughed loudly, your sore throat burning in the process.
"Did you say something?" Taking you by your hand he dragged you upstairs and dramatically you followed him, a sulky expression written all over your bruning face.
"For someone who's sick you certainly make sure to keep up with your exercise, taking strolls around the house. I'm not even going to mention how much you talk. Tell where do you find the energy?"
"I've been in bed since yesterday morning, I'm bored and you're not very entertaining" you said in a low tone not wanting to tire your voice.
You walked into your shared bedroom and knowing very well the way you headed to the unmade bed with the blankets and pillows laying down on the carpet.
"It's so so unfair! It's almost Christmas, outside, it's snowing , people are having fun and I'm here sick, laying in bed all day while having you nagging at me! Just so unfair!" You whined, crawling up on the bed before jumping on it a big sly smile lightening up your voice, as the bed left a loud crack with your fall.
Shaking his head disapprovingly Stephen chose to stay silent, pulling up the blankets from the floor.
"Please tell me. Aren't you tired?" He asked in pure curiosity.
"Well I might be a teeny tiny bit sick, but I won't let it take over.’’ you explained as he tucked you in carefully. "So there is no reason to get in the whole doctor mode. I'm fine" you sat up as he propped up your pillows and he raised an eyebrow at you "I swear" you said with an innocent smile.
"Your cheeks are red, where is your syrup?"
"Where is it Y/N?" With his hands both standing on his waist he looked at you with a raised eyebrow waiting for an answer. You widened your eyes with the unjust accusation.
"That disgusting thing? Pff no idea" you shrugged as he looked around the room
"I honestly don't know. I don't even want to be near it. Why would I know where you left it? But it's alright. I'm feeling totally better. Totally"
"Oh here it is. Fuck it's nearly empty" he sighted before putting it on the nightstand. "Let me see how better you are'' he mumbled to himself sitting near you on the bed before bringing his hand on your forehead to feel your temperature.
"You're burning." he stated with a spectacle expression that under different circumstances would have you laughing with how serious he could be.
"So sad that there is no syrop left to make me well"
"Don't worry there's just enough for now. But I have to run to the pharmasy later to buy you a new one" he smirked opening up the bottle "Open up"
"Yeaks. Do I really have to?" You grimaced, looking at the other way to avoid the threatening spoon. " Do you even know how to take care of a sick person? Because I'm not really sure " You whined
"Wells it had been only 14 years of intensive studying, a major and a PhD so I'd say yes I know how to treat a simple fever"
"Ha. Dear Stevie, here is what you get wrong. It's not just a fever. Every patience differs from the other even if they have the same illness and if you can't comprehend that individuality perhaps we should call someone more equipped for my situation"
"First of all please stop making up things and second of all we are not going to call anyone. I can guarantee to you no one in this state or in any other would tolerate you. Now open up" he said strictly and you stubbornly continued looking the other way.
"Can you behave for me please?" He said "I know it might not be perfect but it can't taste that bad"
"That's because you haven't taken it!" You exclaimed crossing your hands over your chest "but I felt terrible so I let it slide. Just this one though" you said pointing your index finger at him.
Opening your mouth you stuck out your tongue and swallowed the disgusting liquid, trying not to vomit.
"That's my good girl" he said, biting down the inside of his lip so he wouldn't burst into laughter.
"Am I gonna die?", you coughed with the terrible taste "because if I am you might as well tell me. I have so many things to do"
"Yeah like what. Nag me all day long? Because for a soon to die person you're pretty ahead of schedule" he said and closed the bottle of medicine.
"So I am going to die?"
"No darling you're not" he laughed with the desperation on your expression.
"Then are you going to stay here and keep me company?" With dove loving eyes and honeyed voice you looked at him, putting up all of your charm to make him stay.
"Well I don't want to get your sick gems"
"Come on!" You whined "If you don't I swear I will not stay a minute in bed and won't let you rest for a minute"
"Well I'm not the one who is sick here. You'll eventually get tired and stop. So why would I care?"
"What you say is very very awful because I'm sick. But since you don't care I will go outside where it is freezing, cold and snowy so I’ll sneeze and get a runny nose and I'll get even more sick. Then I will hunt you around the house to give you kisses and hugs so you'll get sick too" you finished crossing your hands over your chest with a proud look.
"God you're such a child and if you hadn't been that sneaky and sick I might even kiss you" he laughed, raising up to go to the closet.
"Thank you" you said with a hoarse voice that made your throat hurt.
"And what I'm gonna get out of this?"
"So here's the plan. You're going to put up your evil plan for another time and rest here while I run to the pharmacy and then perhaps I might bring you something for your throat. Then I'm gonna make you soup- and before you say it" he quickly said raising his index finger on your lips to stop you from talking
"Yes I know how to make soup so you don't have to worry about me burning down the kitchen" he finished and went to put on his coat "Not like I did last Sunday" he mumbled to himself.
"You're gonna get well, I'm gonna cook for you and we'll watch your favorite movie Barbie a christmas carol"
"I thought that was your favorite movie" you sneered and content you laid down. "Kissie before you go?"
"Why? So I can get sick too?" He asked fixing his collar.
"If you get sick you'll be with me then. Wouldn't that be great?"
"Fine" he kneeled over your tired body pressing tenderly a kiss on the crown of your head and then on your forehead. "Happy?"
"Very much kind sir" you smiled with your eyes closed from when he kissed you.
"Good because that's all you'll get for a while" he said
"Wait! I've really tried but I've been having trouble sleeping. Could you perhaps lay with me till I fall asleep like I so much want to?" You innocently batting your lashes. "Pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top?"
He groaned softly, acting annoyed as you immediately rested your head on his chest nuzzling your body to his. A happy hum escaped your lips as he started running his hands along your hair, twirling them around his fingers and pushing them off your face.
"Alright alright but just for a while and that's because I know you won't shut up"
Too tired to put up a fight with you he walked to the other side of the bed and pushed the blankets aside before slipping under them beside you. Quickly you wrapped hands and legs around him, trapping him close to you so he had no escape.
He could feel your body instantly relaxing on top of his. His fingers ran easily along your hair and your sweet scent he so much had missed after a day of not sleeping with you, filled the room. Relaxing now himself he rested his cheek on your burning cheek and even though he knew you wouldn't stay too long in that position eventually getting too hot or cold his mind really tried to hold onto those moments of blissful peace .
He knew that you did. If you had the power you would stay like this for an interanty.
"Stevie", you whispered sweetly, your voice cracking however.
"Yes dear?"
"Could you hold my hand while I'm sleeping like my doctor advised me? Please?" You said and he smiled to himself happily.
"Of course dear" his hand found yours that rested on his chest, your fingers locking as you let out a sheepish yawn. "happy? Now sleep"
"I know you love me deep down," you said and smiled proudly. Stephen raised up your hands bringing them close to his mouth and kissed your knuckles.
Bonus: after cuddling and watching every barbie movie stephen gets sick too so they have to spend two days in bed together, playing boarding games, cuddling, making bets while taking each others temperature about who will have the highest and watching every single christmas movie that exist, while Wong cooks for them soups (spoiler he is very responsible and kinda scared of getting sick too so he is very strict about the staying in bed rule)
"I'm allowed to have flaws, aren't I?"
#dr strange x reader#stephen strange x reader#benedict cumberbatch#dr strange x you#sinister strange x reader#dr stephen strange#stephen strange x you
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hello love! @alyxmastershipper sent me this as well and i'm finally getting around to answering it! in no particular order:
and i'm not good at winning fights anymore - 24k buddie 5+1 things fic
There’s mud on his hands. There’s mud on his hands and he has to dig deeper, quicker, because Eddie is forty feet beneath him and surely he can’t breathe because the well is gone and Eddie is gone and Buck can’t follow him.
“Eddie,” his throat feels raw, the words wrong to his ears, “Eddie.”
“Yeah,” Eddie says, holding onto him, “I'm right here, Buck, I’m right here.”
“I can’t—” Buck breaks off, his trembling, dirty hand in the air and Eddie must understand because he takes Buck's hand without question and pulls it to his chest, right over his heart.
{or five times Buck needs to feel Eddie's heartbeat and the one time Eddie needs to feel his}
2. gravity holds me down - 14.7k buddie fic
“Eddie.”
Eddie jerks out of the moment, pain registering around his bicep where Hen is squeezing him too hard. There’s an edge to her voice, jaw clenched, and eyes narrowed as she looks across from where they are standing. Eddie follows her gaze and his entire body freezes.
“Whatever you do,” Hen’s voice is low, dark, “do not let him take Buck.”
Jonah can’t see them from where he’s standing, his back mostly turned as he flashes a light in one of the patient's eyes. Eddie shifts without thinking, blocking Buck and Christopher from view. Fuck the fire, Eddie thinks as he plants himself where he’s standing.
3. blue skies - 36k buddie fic
“Most babies are born as accidents,” She says suddenly, like she’s decided that Buck has passed, that she can trust him with this.
Buck doesn’t really have an answer because that question hits way to fucking close to home. A year or so ago he would have said, yes, I was an accident, so I know how that goes, but Buck knows better now. Knows that he would almost give anything for that answer to still be yes. Evie’s finger works under the seal to rip it open, a stack of important looking papers dumping out onto the table in front of her.
“Not me,” she says without looking up as she organizes them into a neat stack, “I was engineered.”
And.
And Buck’s pretty fucking sure a giant, cataclysmic hole has ripped right open, dragging him down to the earth’s core where he vaporizes into dust.
{or Buck meets another savior baby and everything comes crashing down}
4. and some things you just can't speak about - 42k buddie fic
“Me too.”
Eddie’s surprise at hearing himself speak for the first time since he was introduced isn’t nearly as shocking as realizing that both he and Buck say the same thing at the same time. Eddie trails his gaze up the line of Buck’s neck, watches the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows, and finds those glacier lake eyes looking right at him. Eddie’s never been the type of person to stand down. To roll over and bare his belly. He won’t look away, can’t concede to that, but the idea of being seen by a complete stranger is unnerving and Eddie feels a little defenseless. Bobby clears his throat and they both blink out of their strange standoff. Eddie’s flush only burns hotter when he sees Hen and Chim share a look like it’s an entire conversation and something deep and unknown twinkle in Bobby’s eyes.
“That’s something we can all think about for next week,” Bobby smiles knowingly, “where are we stuck in life? And, maybe,” he turns towards all of them, “we just might figure out how to help each other move forward.”
[or the 118 support group therapy au]
5. all roads they lead me here - 39k sterek fic
“Then why wouldn’t you be Derek’s emissary?” Stiles asked. He just wished Deaton would get to the fucking point. He was tired and he hated playing twenty questions to figure out what the older man was getting at.
“Derek’s emissary needs to be someone who he trusts completely,” Deaton explained, “and it’s time I passed on my wisdom and expertise to that person.”
The beat of silence between them stretched for too long before Stiles realized exactly who Deaton was talking about.
“Me?” He asked incredulously.
thank you for the ask 💖
#buddie#buddie fic#sterek#sterek fic#911#teen wolf#god sorry this took me 5ever to answer#em answers
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