#only thing in my head is a specific flavor of hurt comfort (oh god could i adapt that into a reverse isekai) and on occasion zhongli
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Hello! It's a new anon here!
My name is Baby Cat/Out of pocket anon!
If I may, a SAGAU Aether x GN! Reader who has a mortal form that is has similarities to the divine creator but not enough to be confused as an imposter.
I'll clarify a bit, Aether dosent know that his beloved is actually the divine one, but instead thinks that they have simply been blessed with part of their beauty. Tevyat dosent know the creator has descended and is waiting, meanwhile Aether has the creator in mortal form as his darling partner.
-Baby Cat anon
P.S! My cat Duckie has recently warmed up to a new person!
a new tomorrow
a/n: ignore my dogwater schedule i have not written like at all for the past 2-3 weeks ahahah (also this is isn’t very romantic coded but i already hate this piece so my bad g)
word count: ~3k
-> warnings: canon-typical violence, microscopic spoilers for liyue story quest ig
-> gn reader (you/yours)
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when you’d first arrived in teyvat, you had fully expected to die, in honesty.
you were up on the top of starsnatch cliff, and had nearly fallen off in your initial panic if not for a sharp wind and a lucky break. you were much more mindful of where you walked after that, but mondstat was littered with impossible cliffs, and your memory of the area was sharply diminished when you didn’t have a little circle in the corner of your screen to remind you where you were.
you grabbed a few low-hanging sunsettias as you walked, making your way across a nondescript patch of grass. your plan was to just eat them as-is, but after a moments more thought into the idea, perhaps washing them first would be wiser. according to your memory, there were four main bodies of water: a lake and waterfall further north, the ocean to the east, cider lake to the west, and the state of the seven… somewhere.
the lake was surrounded by hilichurls and was a bit too close to the anemo hypostasis for your liking, the ocean was a no for obvious reasons, and cider lake didn’t seem like a particularly good idea, not to mention the only closest access to it you could think of was surrounded by hilichurls.
so, the statue of the seven it is. the only problem, of course, was that you had no idea where you were.
you tried to keep track at first, but then you had to climb down from one too many cliffs and had to take one too many detours around impossible ones, and now you were blindly walking. you could tell by the dense forest and the small lamp grass that you were somewhere in the whispering woods, but the thin path you were following have no indication of your direction. you hoped, of course, that you were headed north, but you didn’t know how to tell. the three sunsettias in your arms looked more tempting by the minute, but you were determined to clean them first. not only would that help you get your bearings again, but you’d lower the risk of whatever diseases were native to teyvat.
…which was something to consider further, in truth. your body wasn’t native, and hadn’t grown up with and developed an immunity to the bacteria here. would you get sick? had you already, and just had to wait until the symptoms developed? should you be more worried than you were?
the path around you was opening up, but you were too busy worrying to bother look up. what were the long-term effects of staying in teyvat? would you be intolerant or allergic to the foods here, because your body wasn’t used to processing them? what were the long term effects of-
“watch out!”
would you find out at all?
you looked over your right shoulder, at the voice that had called, and barely get a glimpse of bright gold before something white covers your vision, tiny hands pulling at your shirt.
“come on,” a high voice says, “follow paimon! let’s get away from the trouble.”
paimon-?
you stumble along with her, letting her take you further into what you now recognize as windrise. damn, wrong way.
“ooh, are those sunsettias?” you notice she’s blocking my your view of whatever’s behind her, likely the traveller and some enemies if you had to guess, judging by her presence and the sounds of metal on wood. “they look really fresh, too..”
you decide against trying to lean around her. best not to traumatize yourself on your first day. “uh, yeah, they are. would- do you want one?” you hold out one of the fruits. “i haven’t washed them yet, but…”
“oh, that’s okay!” she takes it eagerly, giving it a cursory wipe with her sleeve before taking a bite. “you don’t really need to wash em, in paimon’s experience! just a quick clean of any dirt and you’re all good to go!”
…that was stellar to hear.
you patiently wait, pretending the grunts and roars and sounds of clashing weaponry don’t exist. you try to offer paimon another sunsettia, since you know in-lore she’s almost always hungry, but she shakes her head.
“one for paimon, one for you, and one for the traveller! that way, everyone gets the same amount, and nobody’s upset!”
you don’t know how to feel about the fact that she addresses him as ‘the traveller’. on one hand, it makes sense she wouldn’t throw his name around like that. on the other, it feels… wrong. not in a way you can put a name to, but something about it is unsettling.
“did they offend you, or something?”
you startle, looking up, and see aether standing right in front of you, flipping through some hilichurl masks in his hands before passing two off to paimon, who puts them in a cloud of stars.
he looks at you expectantly, and you realize you had been frowning at the food in your hands. “o-oh! no, they.. sorry, i was lost in thought.”
he dismisses the rest of the masks into gold sparks with a nod. “are you alright?”
paimon gasps, hands over her mouth as she flies back a little. “oh, paimon forgot to ask! are you hurt at all? you don’t look like you’re from here…”
you flash her a smile you hope covers the change in topic. “i’m fine. and thank you,” you turn to aether, “your help is greatly appreciated-…” what do you address him as? you’ve technically never met, but to call him an honorary knight is probably unwise…
“the traveller is fine,” he says. “and you didn’t answer paimon’s question.” rats. “are you from teyvat?”
you hesitate, but eventually shake your head. “i’m not.”
he frowns. “how’d you get here?”
“i don’t know.”
“..you don’t have anywhere to stay, do you?”
oh no. you recognize that voice. “it’s fine, you don’t have to worry about me.” you glance around, eventually pointing at mondstat. it’s stunning in person, even from a distance, but you push past its beauty to talk. “there’s a city there, right? i’ll make do.”
“now’s a tense time, even mondstat isn’t as welcoming as usual.”
‘tense’? you don’t remember mondstat being involved in any scandals, and the skies seem clear, so you must be past the mondstat part of the story… “is something wrong? wait, don’t answer that; if it’s tense, then you surely have somewhere more important to be, right?”
paimon huffs. “paimon bets you’re broker than the tone-deaf bard!” wow, okay. “and a single sunsettia doesn’t get you far!”
aether raises a brow. “‘single’?”
“right!” you hurriedly pick the larger of the two, holding it out to him. “as thanks. she’s right, i don’t have any mor- uh, any more to give you, but it’s the least i can do.”
he shakes his head. “keep them. now, regarding your housing-“
“i can stay in mondstat-“
“the entirety of teyvat is on edge right now. the chances of an outlander being welcomed without hassle is low, even for mond.” he thinks about it, paimon mirroring the hand on his chin.
you try to think over the lore, attempting to remember something that could affect the entirety of teyvat. maybe you’re in the middle of the liyue quest? but why would he be in mond… unless you’re beyond the known lore, but in that case he has even less of a reason to be here, and not wherever the crisis is. not that that’s his obligation, of course, but given the trend-
“what’s your name, by the way?” you give it, and he frowns. “ah, that won’t do.” what. “i.. i don’t know about where you’re from, but where i’m from and here in teyvat, there’s a prominent religion that spans nearly the entire world here. this faith is the cause of the conflict i was talking about earlier.”
your heart picks up, and you pray it’s just some weird quirk of the lore you haven’t gotten to yet. maybe something with the heavenly principles? celestia? you regret not reading up on more of the lore now that you’re face to face with potentially a large part of it. “and?”
“you share the name with the primary god.” please don’t be what i’m thinking of, please don’t be- “the people of teyvat are rather protective of their creator, and doubly so now that their presence has gone missing.”
shit.
your mind flashes to all the sagau you’ve indulged in, to the break you’d taken a few days ago because your game had been acting up and you didn’t want to make whatever glitch it was worse in fear of losing your progress.
“oh,” is all you can say.
living with aether is easier than you thought it would be.
by the time you wake, he’s out working for the guild, leaving you and most of the realm within to yourself. you try and be useful by tidying up, but tubby keeps most of the realm clean, so there’s little for you to really do. there’s rooms that weren’t in the game—likely because this is his personal realm—such as a massive library and big sunroom, and you pick through the former on occasion. there’s books about everything, from encyclopedias on flowers in sumeru to the types of silk used in inazuman clothing. everything you don’t understand or want clarification on is bookmarked, and after he’s come home and rested, you both talk about them over dinner.
sometimes he knows the answers to your questions. other times you write them down on a slip of paper, and he takes a detour that day to ask. even if it’s something from a nation he hasn’t visited yet, he somehow finds the answers, returning to you with a longer sheet as he explains. you don’t ask where he got it, nor why he’s so willing to entertain your surely silly questions, but it probably has something to do with the fact that you didn’t fish up a companion that could answer all of your questions about a world you didn’t know deeper than surface level.
similarly, the transition in your relationship was also smooth, so quiet you almost didn’t notice it was happening. it was just so easy to be around him, your familiarity with him outside of the game and implicit reliance on him as an outlander during the mess of teyvat making him easy to talk to.
you didn’t notice when you started greeting him with hugs more often, nor when you started eating side by side at the table, talking about more than just the books. you told him about your world, and he spoke of his, telling you beautiful stories of his sister and their travels.
(“every world i’ve been to has worshipped the creator in one way or another,” he says, pushing his empty plate to the side. “does yours really not?”)
(you make the choice to set aside the many religions on earth. “we don’t,” you say simply, and he frowns, resting his chin in his hand.)
(“how interesting…”)
once he was confident that you knew enough of teyvat and it’s people, he began to take you on his commissions. the realm within was nice, and tubby held good conversation, but cabin fever began to set in after a month or so. he held your hand as you walked, steering you out of the way of monster camps or other adventurers. he didn’t dare bring you on the ones requiring fighting, but you’d helped find lost keys or fallen boards, paimon always certain to pull you away from battle, distracting you with a chat about whatever meal aether would make later.
(“do you guys always cook? doesn’t adventuring pay well?” you asked once, trying to remember how much commissions earned in terms of mora. you never really kept track, nor did you try and figure out how much it was to buy food from places, but surely…)
(“mostly! mora typically goes to either ingredients or first aid supplies. paimon’s thankful he’s a good cook, it’d be impossible to survive otherwise.” she said it so simply, as if it was an easy fact and not awful that they couldn’t afford to eat out even after everything they’ve done.)
(“that’s terrible…”)
(“its not that bad! you’ve tasted his cooking before, it’s great!” that’s true, but- “besides, it’s been getting better recently. with the creator absent, he’s able to take the commissions himself. though it is nice, it’s still worrying they haven’t come back..”)
(the idea that you’ve been indirectly contributing to their situation makes you a bit sick.)
the three of you were walking through liyue, heading for the last commission of the day. shitou, the jade betting guy, needed more ores for his business, and aether was leading you through the city. he’d chosen the waypoint on the western side of the harbor so you could walk through the city, and you were happy he did.
it was so beautiful in person, the buildings and bridges so much more ornate than their models could do justice. the streets were crowded, but you weren’t overwhelmed when aether was beside you, pointing out a jewelry store or a traveling merchant showing off bright balloons to children. you passed one man holding a conversation with a millelith soldier, who was his brother judging by the informal way they spoke and the mentions of shared relatives. you crossed the bridge leading to the eastern half of the harbor, the smell of something sweet and flowery drifting in the air.
“is there a flower shop around here?” you ask, and aether shakes his head, pointing at a building you vaguely recognize.
“there’s a tea house there, and they specialize in rose tea. we could pick up some if you wanted to try it?”
“that’s fine, i was just wondering. i wouldn’t want you to buy something for me if i didn’t like it.”
he stayed quiet, but you could tell he was still thinking about it. “what’s the appropriate way to brew it… wait, do we even have a teapot?”
“i’d hope so, otherwise you’ll have a lot to explain to the adepti.”
he bumps your shoulder as you both begin to turn toward shitou, but you see he’s smiling. “you know what i mean, not that kind of-“
“teapot?”
your steps stopped suddenly, the new voice one you regrettably recognized.
aether turned, greeting zhongli with a smile and a small wave. “not the realm within, don’t worry.”
“that’s good to hear. i’d hate for it to be causing problems.” his eyes flicked to you, seeming to search for something. “and your friend?”
it was weird, the way he looked at you, and aether seemed to pick up on it, stepping forward a bit to block you while also making it seem like he was just turning to face zhongli better. “just someone helping me out. what are you doing out here, don’t you have a shift at the parlor?”
bless aether and his ability to direct conversations, bless him and the speed with which he reminds zhongli of the necessary urgency when working at the funeral parlor, successfully sending the man on his way, even if he gives you another searching look as he does.
“sorry,” aether said, giving your had a squeeze as he approached shitou’s table. “he’s probably cautious because you look like the creator.”
you return it, staying quiet as he hands over the jade and only speaking up once the two of you turn around towards the closer waypoint. “it’s alright. thank you for talking to him.”
he flashed you a smile, putting one hand on the waypoint. “of course. it’s the least i could do.”
liyue fell away in a flash of white, the familiar music of the realm within washing away any lingering feaf or unease from talking to zhongli.
maybe one day you’d come clean, stop lying about reading information from his library. maybe you’d tell him, maybe you’d confess to how crystalflies always seemed to follow you, the wind always at your back.
“what would you like for lunch?” aether called, pulling down ingredients from various cabinets before you even answer because he knows what you’ll say.
“surprise me,” you reply, and he chuckles. the same answer, every time, and every time he manages to find something new to make you.
today you would keep quiet again, as you had every other day. today you would root through the pantry when he forgot the flour, today you would set the table and pull out some paper, asking him about whether or not they had silkworm farms if silk flowers were so common, at least in liyue.
today he would smile, and today he would answer, and maybe tomorrow you’d tell him something he couldn’t reply to.
but that was tomorrow. and this was today.
#baby cat anon#WELCOME BTW HELLO HI SORRY IM SO LATE#genshin#genshin impact#genshin sagau#sagau#self aware genshin#sagau aether#aether#aether x reader#sagau x reader#fluff#sagau fluff#genshin fluff#aether fluff#genshin x reader#gender neutral reader#sorry besties ✌️ math and anxiety over my ap class has been kickin my ASS lowkey#only thing in my head is a specific flavor of hurt comfort (oh god could i adapt that into a reverse isekai) and on occasion zhongli#head empty. no juice only hatred for my statistics class#BUT. I ONLY HAVE A CHAPTER LEFT. WHICH SHOULDNT TAKE LONG I HOPE TO GOD#oh GOSH i missed writing for genshin actually wtf#oh man i was so lost in the statistics sauce i forgot how nice it is to be soft sometimes. shit.#anyway play nice with this piece or rip it to shreds idc i know it’s not my best work by a LOOONG shot
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Attention and Company
I couldn't help myself. @honorarytenenbaum
Summary: Sometimes you need someone to chill with, and that's okay. Maybe that person is your boyfriend who also gets a little roughed up at work sometimes. Pubs can sustain you both for only so long, but what you really need is to curb yourselves in the mall parking lot, right next to a shaved ice food truck.
Warnings: Just some light swearing, a bit of angst, a lot of fluff, and some brief mentions to "raunchy" behavior. This is a soft fic for y'all tonight, out here needin' some gentle lovin'.
A/N: Got some lonely feelings right now. I just wanna hug someone, dude. Yo, we could totally watch a movie over discord sometime... maybe.
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Today sucked. Flat out. The bags under your eyes didn't lie, and now here you were, outside of your studio, sitting on the hood of your car, eating a granola bar to stave off hunger for a few more hours. Hopefully.
You pull your phone from your pocket, looking at the time for a moment, then looking at your screensaver. It was the only thing that could make you smile. You had your arm wrapped around one of your closets friends, Taika, and the phone didn't capture it, but he had his arm wrapped around your waist. His curls were all messed up, and the picture perfectly showed how drunk you both were by the fuzzy pink on your cheeks. It was 99 cent beer night at one of the local pubs, and unlike the first one held at a baseball game, all went well.
Of course, there was a limit to how much the two of you were allowed to drink, but that didn't stop the many failed attempts at stealing other people's drinks while they were looking away, just to get a taste more. Didn't matter that you guys were eventually thrown out of the bar for breaking rules and coming close to breaking a few faces, you had a great night.
That night also lead to a few other places, including his hotel room, but that end of the story has to be saved for another time.
Instead of staring at your phone for another century, you decide to unlock it and dial the man up. You knew he was somewhere around here, either charming his way onto another movie set to mess with his rich friends, or getting his tired ass kicked by daylight savings.
His number was saved to your favorites, so dialing him was quick and easy. The wait for him to pick up didn't last long either.
"Talk to me..."
God, his voice sounds like one big yawn. Looks like he needs a bit of perking up too.
"I've got two curbside tickets to eat a snow cone and watch kids do loops on their bikes in the parking lot. One of those tickets has your name on them," you grin, despite sounding exhausted too. The day really made you strain your voice.
His musical laughter really makes the sun look brighter from its low position in the sky.
"That's oddly specific... where would these magical tickets take me afterwards?" He had cocked his eyebrows up and leaned against his office door while he spoke to you.
"If this were a booty call, I would have told you already, Taik," you snort and tease him. "So, it's either make yourself fat on some weirdly flavored snow cone, or take your horny-ass home."
"Okay, okay... I'd like to make myself fat for a night, as long as your there," his voice is dreamy, desperate and warm. "You there already?"
"Nope," your lips pop the p, "but I'm nearby."
"I swear to God, if you're talking and driving, I'm gonna whoop your ass," Taika stood up, acting serious when he was just really worried about your safety in general.
"I'm not, I'm fine," you laugh again. "Not even in the car. Sitting on it though, trying to convince the world's sexiest man to go out with me again."
"And you said this wasn't a booty call," he retorts over the phone, making you playfully glare at the asphalt on the road. It's like he's in front of you.
"You coming or not?" you change the subject and you hear him laugh again, but softer.
"Yeah... I'll be there in a few minutes, gorgeous."
He always made goodbyes so easy. Maybe it was because you both knew you would be seeing each other again, no matter what circumstances you were thrown into. But the dial tone still had its effects.
You slip off the hood of your car, and take a seat in the driver's seat. The warm summer air makes your skin glow, and your brain went fuzzy only imagining it doing the same to Taika.
The drive feels so quiet. For a moment, you actually thought about calling him again, but you knew for a fact that he wouldn't pick up if he was driving.
As predicted, kids are zooming around on their bikes, showing off to their friends or trying to be cool, even though they all were obviously teary-eyed each time they scraped a knee. It was amusing to you and Taika, especially when some of the older boys would try to catch your attention and zip past you and Taika. It ended up being a heckle fest in the end, and some kid always went home with his butt hurt.
Keys and wallet in hand, you trek to the small, blue trailer tucked in the corner of the parking lot.
"Damn, you must have beat me here by just a few seconds," Taika calls, rustling his way through the small spaces between a couple of cars.
"Well, you've never been a speed demon type, so last place is your calling when it comes to racing," you guwaf and grin at him. He rolls his eyes and comes to walk right next to you.
"I pride myself on road safety," he hums, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
You glance at him from the side, just to silently check up on him. His hair was tousled and his eyes were resteless. It looks like he had it rough from the start. He had struggled to get dressed this morning, but picked the most eccentric clothes in his closet to make up from his lack of sleep.
"Dare you to try the dill pickle flavor this time," his cocky tone wakes you up.
"Like hell I will," you snort as you finally reach the trailer, where a teen boy happily greets the both of you.
"Oh come on, it'll be funny," he eggs you on, his bottom lip pouting.
"Keep trying to make me get dill pickle, and the next time we have a movie night together, I'm getting the pizza," you sniff and he rolls his eyes. He thinks it is an odd threat. "And I'm making it all Hawaiian pizza." That got his attention.
"Bull shit, you would never. Not on a perfectly good pizza!" He gasps.
"Oh, just watch me, pineapple boy," you snicker and point to his pineapple print shorts. You break conversation to order two piña colada flavored snow cones. Taika usually took for-fucking-ever when it came to picking a single flavor, so ever since the second time you've been out here with him, he assigned you to choose for him. He usually got what you got.
Now, you wait.
You plop yourself down on the curb, as you promised, and he joined you with a long, loud groan. You give him a bewildered stare, wondering if his age had really gotten him this much. He smiles at you through a wince.
"Sat on my keys," he wheezes and chuckles at his own stupidity under his breath.
Your eyes float down to where he pulls out his keys and you start giggling quietly.
"Oh, come on, I'm sure you've done the same thing," Taika says, not handling the fact that you have new material to mess with him, and also trying to get some stories out of you.
"Well yeah, but I don't sit down as violently as you do," you prod his bicep, and he laughs.
"Such a lady. Must sit down gracefully and slowly," he says, mocking an English accent, but he was horrible at accents so of course it was bad. You smack his bicep this time, and he playfully flinches, like it hurt.
"I really need to get you into some accent classes or some shit, before you get your teeth knocked out," you shake your head with a smile.
"What? I think I'm great at accents. My American accent is the best one yet, don't you think?" He smirks at you, and proceeds to demonstrate. "All you have to do is put an 'er' at the end of everything, right? That's totally how they speak around here."
"I would be careful, Mr. Waititi. Could get in some trouble if you say that too loudly," you roll your eyes, and he sighs. Yeah. Things were going to shit in LA. It was clear to everyone, but what could two hollywood producers do to stop things like that? Keep making films, you guess.
"Two, large piña coladas!"
You look up, and so does he.
"I'll get them," you volunteer, but he places his hand on your shoulder before you could get up.
"Let me," he speaks softly, in a damn near whisper.
He stands up and strides right over to the trailer with so much confidence, you're envious. He comes back with two large styrofoam cups in hand, spoons, and a warm smile. His smile was always warm. It set fire in your belly.
He sits down a bit more carefully this time, even though his car keys were sitting in the grass, far away from his landing zone. He hands you your cup and a spoon.
"Do these have alcohol in them?" He nudges you with your elbow and you shake your head.
"As if they would let a seventeen-year-old serve alcoholic beverages," you throw in logic.
"I dunno... ever been to a ballpark before? Pretty sure some of those kids are way too young to be peddling there too, but that doesn't stop people from hiring them," he says while pointing his spoon at you.
"Fair point," you finish, then look at your snow cone. You decide to start eating before it melts.
Silence swarms the air, but comfortably. There's the occasional murmur of cicadas or humming cars drowning them out. Birds would land on the scorching asphalt to pick at whatever crumbs were left by other patrons, before fluttering away at the sight of a zooming bike getting too close for comfort.
Taika will point out a few of the kids doing tricks. He picks his favorites for the night, and he keeps himself busy by watching them. You, on the other hand, are occupied with him. You examine him from the tips of his dirty white chucks, to his frazzled hairdo.
"You look like shit," you mutter. He barely pays you mind and that comment was hardly acknowledged. It was like the air had gone a bit stiffer. He was hiding something from you.
"What's going on, Taik?" you worry. He never kept things from you, unless they were hard to bear.
He sets his cup down and holds his hands together. He looks so tired. So solemn.
"Today was total shit," he whispers and runs a hand through his hair.
"Well, yeah, I get that. I wouldn't have known if you had looked a little spiffier," you say, reaching out and gently tucking a curl on his forehead back in place with all the rest of its friends.
"Look, I--..." he says, turning to you, lips parted slightly, and a yearning sensation bubbling from the tips of his fingers as he rests a single hand on you.
There were tough times with the occupancy you both, willingly, chose. The hardest part about it was making friends, or making love, then finding out you have to leave it behind for a new location the next morning.
"I have to leave... for Sydney..." he says, reaching to gently take your cheek into the palm of his hand.
"When?" you manage, though you were clearly becoming upset.
"In a few weeks. Thor is waiting for me," he sighs, barely able to look at you while his thumb rubbed your ample cheek.
"And what does this have to do with me?"
"I don't want to leave you," he says, tilting your head up just the slightest bit. "And I don't want to stop loving you."
Your eyes search his for a moment, wide and a bit confused.
"I thought you said we were just a fling with--"
He cuts you off, "A fling with benefits. I know..." he sighs again, "but every time I find myself waiting for you to call on a shitty day, each time you rest your head on my shoulder, all the times you smile at me and tease me, I find myself falling... more in love with you." He has to pause to breathe.
It's so quiet. Dangerously quiet.
"What happens if I love you too...?" you muster your courage, and look right into his expressive, brown eyes.
"I don't know," he says to you, thumb still rubbing circles.
"Guess there's only one way to find out, huh?" you breathe, and he nods.
Still as statues, you wait for words to touch the air. It's only when his foot makes a wrong move and knocks over his snow cone, does the tension break.
His bottom lip pouts for him again and you quietly pick his spoon up off the ground. You clean it on your shirt and hand it to him, all before taking your cup, and holding it out to share. He smiles down at you, taking his spoon from your hand and sticking it into the shaved ice.
Your head leans against his shoulder when the sun disappears behind the mall building.
"I love you too," you whisper.
"I know," he says back, sucking at the tip of his spoon.
"Think we can keep this up over the phone?" you ask, wondering about a brief virtual relationship, just until one of you catches a break.
"Guess there's only one way to find out, huh?" he says, lowering his spoon, wrapping his arm around you, and giving you his full attention.
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Hi! I just wanted to say that I love your fics, they’re absolutely amazing. Anyway... bit of an odd request but can I get an angsty fic where Dirk realizes he’s in love with Todd? (and proceeds to do nothing about it) The amount that I kin Dirk might be a little concerning, and the amount that I associate my best friend of four years with Todd (and they agree) might be a bit concerning. Especially since I just figured out... whoops, I’m in love with them! (and let me tell you it HURTS) I’m almost 100% sure feel the same they’re just not at an emotionally stable point for me to tell them. (you know, much like Todd) So I know it seems a bit silly and weird, but I think it might help me cope a bit to see Dirk in a similar situation, feel less alone
hi anon! i’m sorry you’re stuck in such a complicated situation. i hope it all works out in the end. i can definitely relate to dealing with things by reading about a similar experiences and relating to fictional characters a little too hard. just remember that what you’re feeling is valid and no pain is permanent. x
i hope this does the trick!
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The tv screen flickered between a diverse selection of images, the sound cutting off well before a full phrase could be heard.
“I regret the day I taught you how to use the remote.” Todd told his friend from the kitchen.
“What on earth for?” Dirk absent-mindedly replied while switching the channel, yet again. He had already kicked off his shoes and was now comfortably lounging on Todd’s couch.
Todd rolled his eyes. “Definitely not because you switch the channel about 187 times a minute.” He replied.
Dirk scoffed. “Poppycock.”
“God, you’re so British.” Todd murmured. “Just pick a channel, Dirk.” He added, louder.
“Fine!” Dirk said and lifted his finger off the button. “There’s some sort of apocalypse film on, we can watch that?” He added after he registered the image of a large fire on the screen.
Todd poked his head out of the kitchen long enough to see the screen. “Hate to break it to you, Dirk, but that’s the news.” He said.
Dirk’s eyes widened. “Bloody hell!” He exclaimed.
“Yeah, the world’s going to shit. Pick something else.” Todd told him.
“You just told me to stop changing the ch-“
“Just pick something other than the news, Dirk, Jesus.” Todd interrupted.
Finally after a few more channel jumps, Dirk settled on a rerun episode of Friends.
Soon, Todd sat down next to him on the couch and handed him a cup. “Here.”
Dirk furrowed his brows. “What’s this?” He asked.
“Your tea.” Todd said, already focusing on the tv.
“You made me tea?” Dirk asked.
“Yeah, you usually drink tea at this time of day, right?” Todd replied, his eyes never leaving the screen.
“Y-Yes, I suppose I do.” Dirk replied. He had no idea that Todd had taken notice of his tea drinking habits. “What kind of tea is it?” Dirk asked.
Todd scoffed. “That one- you know, your favorite one.” He replied.
Dirk lifted the cup to his face and sniffed. It was indeed his favorite tea. “You know what my favorite tea is?”
Todd finally turned to look at him, with an amused expression on his face. “Yeah, of course. You drink it all the time.” He said and turned back towards the tv.
Dirk just turned to stare into his tea. “Thank you.” He said quietly.
“Sure.” Mumbled Todd, like it was no big deal.
But it was to Dirk.
The only time another person had made Dirk tea was when he ordered it from a barista in a coffee shop. And then he had to specifically instruct them to make it the way he liked it. But here was Todd, knowing this about Dirk, just by paying attention. By caring enough to take notice.
Dirk lifted the cup to his lips in an attempt to hide his growing smile. Todd had made him tea.
As Dirk took his first sip of the tea, he turned his eyes toward Todd, who was still watching the tv. The tea was a little weaker than Dirk himself made it and still a little too hot to really enjoy but... It was made by Todd. For Dirk.
Despite all his claims of being an asshole, Todd’s affection for those he cared about was clear as day in the little things he did. It was one of the reasons Dirk loved him.
Dirk spit some of his tea back into the cup, shocked by his own train of thought. Todd turned to look at him.
“Ew.” Said Todd. “Is it bad?” He asked.
“No! No, not at all.” Dirk hurried to reply. “Just hot.” He added.
“Oh, okay. Let it cool down.” Todd said and turned back toward the tv.
“Good idea.” Dirk said, his attention already far away from the conversation.
Obviously by ‘one of the reasons he loved Todd’ Dirk had meant ‘one of the things he loved about Todd.’ There was a clear distinction between the two. You can love things about a person without loving the person.
As soon he’d tried to tell himself this, Dirk knew the truth. He loved Todd. And not just that, oh no. He loved Amanda and Farah, sure. But he loved Todd. He was in love with Todd.
Dirk felt the sudden urge to list all the swear words he knew - which would be an extensive list - but he decided against it, as he didn’t feel like explaining this course of action to Todd.
Dirk felt dumb. How could he not have realized this before now? Clearly it was not a new development. He felt the exact same way about Todd that he had prior to this day. The same way he had felt about him for a while. Only now he knew what it was.
He would have liked to pretend he was mistaken, chalk it up to not having previous experience with being in love, but Dirk knew better. If you’d asked him a year ago what being in love felt like, he’d have shrugged his shoulders and replied with something along the lines of ‘I haven’t the slightest clue!’ and go on about his day.
But now? He knew exactly what that particular emotion was.
It was the warm tidal wave in his stomach whenever Todd laughed at something he said. It was the sudden burning in his cheeks when Todd touched him. It was the rib-cracking pain when Todd was hurt or in danger. It was the ineffable pull he felt coming from Todd, constantly begging for Dirk to come just a little bit closer.
Dirk had never given much thought to the popular idea that when you’re in love, you just know. It was incredibly cheesy. Yet, as it turns out, surprisingly accurate.
Dirk fought the urge to groan out loud. This had not been part of his plan. The plan was: befriend Todd, start a detective agency with Todd and work with Todd. That was it. Much like the little girl with the red cape from that morbid children’s story Todd had told him about, Dirk had strayed far from the assigned path.
In so many ways, Dirk was eccentric. He had never fit any ready-made mold, he had never fit any stereotype. And now here he was. In love with his best friend. What a cliché.
Dirk’s bitter musings were suddenly interrupted by a loud laugh coming from the man next to him. Dirk turned his attention to Todd, who seemed to be thoroughly amused by a woman with a turkey on her head dancing on the tv screen.
Todd’s laugh was like music to Dirk’s ears. His stupid, predictable ears.
Dirk too tried to focus on the screen rather than Todd’s side profile, only to witness the turkey-headed woman’s shock at her companion telling her he loved her by accident. It was clearly the first time she heard this confession and the man immediately tried to backtrack and deny ever having said those three words in the first place. Nevertheless, she seemed elated at this revelation. She kept repeating ‘you love me, you love me’ excitedly.
Dirk turned his attention back to the object of his affection. For a moment he imagined what Todd’s reaction would be to hearing those words from Dirk.
He’d like to imagine that Todd would react somewhat similarly to how the woman had on the show. Surprised, but overtly happy. Dirk’s eyes suddenly felt incredibly warm. He turned his gaze at the ceiling, hoping to will the tears not to leave his eyes.
He knew his feelings would not be greeted with overt happiness. A small part of him dared to believe that Todd wouldn’t be utterly disgusted by Dirk’s feelings for him. An even smaller part of him almost sort of entertained the idea that Todd might reciprocate. But Dirk also knew that even if those things would somehow be true, they would not change the outcome.
Todd was a mess. A mess Dirk loved dearly, but a mess nonetheless. Todd still believed himself to be an asshole, tightly wound in a web of self-hatred. Amanda was still giving him the silent treatment. He had yet to come clean with his parents about the lie he’d been living. He was still getting used to said lie actually becoming reality, one pararibulitis attack at a time. His apartment still showed signs of the Rowdies’ visit all those months ago, a fact that wouldn’t get taken care of until they started making more steady money at the agency. And then there was the agency. It was up and running, but still in its early stages, still finding its legs.
No matter how he might feel, Todd was in no place to hear that his best friend was in love with him. Dirk was one of the only stable pieces of the crooked Jenga tower that was Todd’s life. Dirk didn’t dare to think what would happen if he were to compromise that structural piece. It wouldn’t be fair to Todd. He needed a friend right now.
Dirk felt like in the span of about five minutes, everything he knew had been turned upside down, yet he ended up in the same place he started at. Turns out he was in love with Todd, but this would and could not affect his actions in any way.
Dirk felt a new flavor of sadness settle on his tongue. He loved Todd, but Todd could not know. Dirk loved him, but it could not be acknowledged outside of his own head.
Suddenly Dirk felt like he might burst with the way deep longing clawed at his chest.
But as he watched Todd, smiling and comfortable on the couch next to Dirk, he decided this was a good thing, not a bad one.
Dirk might have to prioritize being Todd’s friend over his less than platonic feelings for him, but he was more than willing to do that. For Todd.
Love, in all its forms, was a good thing. And Dirk had a lot of it. He might not be able to put it into words, but much like Todd himself, Dirk could let it bleed into the things he did. He could be there for Todd, and love him, without saying so. He could love Todd, even if he never said so.
After all, Todd deserved to be loved, even if he didn’t know it yet. But Dirk would make sure that he would know. Eventually.
“Dirk, drink your tea before it gets cold, I’m not getting up to make you a new one.” Todd said suddenly.
Dirk smiled and raised his cup to his lips again.
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okay so i tried to save this ask as a draft and it got deleted because tumblr is just such a functional website like that <3 but the prompt was “the hargreeves as ghosts in the apocalypse with five” or something like that i’m going to scream
this is SUPER long so i’m putting it under the cut hfkjsd
pre-five: the hargreeves siblings are dead. wait i feel a drabble coming on ooh
The Hargreeves siblings are dead.
Ben isn’t very aware of this at first. He’s been dead since 2006 -- he’s quite used to it, by now. What he is aware of, first, is light. Blinding white light. And Vanya, in the middle of it. He doesn’t close his eyes because he can’t feel pain, but if he could he thinks she would have made him blind. There’s light, and heat, and power, and then he closes his eyes anyway because the ceiling is collapsing around him and it’s instinctual.
When he opens them again he sees ash. Ash -- and Klaus.
He’s gotten used to Klaus, too. Klaus has a memorable sort of face; even if he didn’t, Ben has seen it every single day for almost twenty years. He doesn’t know if it’s actually been twenty years, for him. He doesn’t know how time moves for ghosts. Klaus has assured him it moves the same as it does for the living. Ben isn’t sure Klaus, stoned out of his mind, bleeding sluggishly from his arm, knew what he was talking about.
Anyway.
Klaus.
He’s wearing the coat he’s been flaunting around for the past week. His shirt is see-through, with little stars on it, like a pale imitation of the sky. Ben remembers his pants had laces on them, he’s sure they did not a minute ago, before the brightness that threatened to wipe out his very soul -- his soul is all he has left, really. His gaze drifts down anyway, to check.
Yes. Klaus’ pants have laces up the sides.
“No,” Ben says. Klaus is laying in a heap on the ground, his fingers curled like his tendons have been cut.
His lips feel numb because they always feel numb. Because Ben can’t feel at all. He takes a step. “No,” he says again, louder, surer. “No!”
Klaus looks up at him. His makeup is smudged, like it tends to be. His lips are bitten raw, like they tend to be. His hair is a mess, like it tends to be, and like it will be, always, because Klaus isn’t breathing.
Klaus is lying in a heap on the ground. Klaus is standing above his own body. Klaus is reaching for Ben like he’s hoping to touch him for the first time in years. Just when Klaus’ cold, dead, fingers brush his face, a voice from behind says, so quietly, dripping with disbelief: “Ben?”
Ben shuts his eyes and wishes desperately he could cry.
He feels a hand on his shoulder, for the first time in so, so long, but he also doesn’t feel it at all. He feels-but-doesn’t-feel someone turn him around, until they are saying, “Ben? Ben!” and he has no choice but to open his eyes and face the music.
Diego is gripping his shoulders like he is a dying man and Ben is the answer. Behind him, Luther and Allison watch them, stunned silent. Allison’s hands are pressed to her mouth. She looks like she wants to cry.
And Vanya. Little Vanya, painted white. Her head is hung as her shoulders shake with the weight of the destruction she has so inevitably caused. (Ben would say he always knew she was destined for great things -- but he can’t, because he didn’t.) (Nobody ever said great things had to be good.)
The Hargreeves siblings are dead. Their bodies are strewn across what is left of their childhood home, smouldering and burning, and Ben is very aware of that fact.
righto anyway. so they have an emotional reunion but its also kind of bitter? id have to actually write this for it to make sense so lets skip it for now lol
five shows up
he cannot see them obviously bc theyre all ghosts
god if i did write this it would be such a monster of a fic and would take me like 2 years to finish i already know fhkjdsk
somehow ?? they manage to influence the world around them maybe? idk maybe now that klaus is dead hes sober
or maybe hes high for all eternity?
for the purposes of this au lets say he died sober or in the late stages of withdrawal, and bc ghosts cant feel pain in action hes sober
so EVENTUALLY they figure out how to corporealize bc klaus is like blam wham ghost powers
asdlfk that sounds so stupid im sorry
he would say that tho imho,,, it sounds like something hed say,,,
if i DID write this it would be alternating povs also,,,
ok so out of all of them klaus and ben have the most experience homeless
and while being stuck in an apocalypse is not at all the same thing as being homeless it does help to have some knowledge
five doesnt eat the twinkie!! good for him
dammit okay. theres 2 options we can take here. in the comics five couldnt get back bc he fucked up his math and spent 15 years doing the wrong thing, but if u apply that here, with 6 other ppl checking his work this could be avoided and they end up skipping the whole assassin shtick and just hopping straight back to 2019, ready to prevent the apocalypse
OR five still gets hired for the commission but the sibs are tagging along
i think bc five isnt completely alone in this au unfortunately dolores doesnt exist :((
for each other the 2 paths tho theres also options?? bc they (ghosts) can go back in time and inhabit their past selves bodies? OR they could just,,, cease to exist
IM JUST NOW REALIZING HOW MANY PATHS THIS COULD TAKE,, AAH FUCK
okay gonna split this into parts. this is gonna be so long brace yourselves.
1) they go back in time because math checking and the ghosts swap out for their past selves
after multiple years of being stuck in an apocalypse together i think they would learn to get along with each other. like at least a little bit
which would make it easier for them to prevent the apocalypse
bc theyd:
trust each other more
already know abt the apocalypse and not have to wait for five to grace them all with his knowledge
are working as a team from the very beginning
have open lines of communication
yeah uh. so there
vanya is also already aware of her powers so the whole harold goading her into turning against her family and snapping to wipe out all life on earth thing? yeah that doesnt happen
oh and harold wouldn’t know how to do that in the first place because klaus wouldn’t throw out reggie’s journal! this solves so many problems wtf
there’s still commission issues bc they (and by they i mean five) are on the commission’s radar
so there’s still dope fight scenes sdlkfd pinky promise
okay idk. they stop the apocalypse and everything is okay the end hfkjd
2) they fix the math but only five can go back and the ghosts cease to exist
this is just sad! it would be sad okay! im sad! lets move on
subset of the past one: ben CAN go back with five because he was already dead and time travel affects them differently or something idk
aaaaaa
five & ben dynamic duo would be dope as shit BUT five would not be able to see him... so they use klaus as a middleman fjsdsfd
is there 2 bens? is one ben deleted in favor of the time-traveling ben? i dont know! i dont know my brain is melting
either way shit is happening yall!! obviously klaus is clued in, directly or indirectly it doesnt matter but he is on board the ‘don’t let the entire world end in flames’ train
3) they join the commission and then when five goes back in time they all go back
this is fun because now five is a highly trained assassin who is also lowkey a complete marshmallow for his siblings and once again TEAMWORK WOO
basically the first path but now five has a gun fhsdjk
4) they join the commission but five has to leave them behind and they cease to exist
five with a gun but hes sad now
i didnt go into how much losing his siblings would suck in the prev path but like. it would suck so much. he’s already lost them once if you think about it when he time traveled the first time and yeah he found the adult ghost versions but,, its different
and now suddenly hes stuck with these strange adult versions of the people he knows and he KNOWS them but also he doesnt? at all? they dont have all the years of shared experiences together? and theyre all grown up from the first ‘set’ of siblings he had which for five was like 40+ years ago??
SCREAMS
i have losing my mind disease (self-diagnosed)
subset: five has to leave them behind but they still exist because the commission is out-of-time kind of? idk but they’re still floating around somewhere and come back to impact the plot later or something
yeah idk. literally just wrote them down bc i didnt want them to die^2 hfkjwehd
subset: they still exist but instead of being just Somewhere they’re specifically at the assassination of JFK onwards because thats where five left them and they either go on ghosting and make an appearance in s2 OR they cease because them-wise they havent died yet but that doesnt make sense because ghosts can time travel so nevermind
i dont have the brain energy left to explore this one aaaa
okay jesus christ i think that’s all
I DON’T KNOW. i don’t know. i might write some more of this because honestly it is a very fine flavor of angst + hurt/comfort <3
#didnt proofread this at all 💀 fhsdfks#tua#the umbrella academy#pls dont let this flop i spent like an hour on it hfjksd#aus#team zero#ben hargreeves#wip#I GUESS#misc#ghosting au
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Guerrerita, Part 2
K!nktober 2020 Kink Bingo!: Cunnilingus
<- Part 1 | Part 3 ->
Summary: Nevada is extremely turned on after you violently came to his rescue, and he’s going to have to reward you right there in the alley.
Warnings: NSFW, semi-public sex, mild injuries sustained from brawling, and some rather filthy Dominican swears I googled
For @thatesqcrush’s Kink Bingo challenge!
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Nevada held onto you, still feeling the rage boiling inside and unsure if you’d take off after that man like a raging wolverine if he let you go. He turned you to face him, peppering kisses onto your hair and your forehead as you struggled to calm your breathing. Very gently, delicately, he kissed the inflamed skin on your bruise. Then, even more delicately, he brushed the skin he had kissed with his thumb, wiping red flecks of blood away, and wiped his own lip off on his sleeve.
“Oh, Vada...” your eyes grew large and soft. You lifted a careful hand to his cheek as you examined his bleeding lip and black and blue eye. A proud grin beamed back at you.
“Hey, we have matching shiners now?” he asked like it was the most hilarious thing ever.
The look of concern dropped off your face. “I can’t leave you alone for five minutes,” you scolded. His eyes were shining with such roguish delight, you gasped in realization, “Did you plan for all this to happen?”
He scoffed, finally letting go his hold on you to put up his hands. “De ninguna manera! Venga, how would I have planned this? I’m not psychic.”
When you first finished your match, the punch you’d taken didn’t look like it was going to bruise up so badly, and going out to dinner genuinely seemed like a nice thing to do. You were something else—a sweet thing, but with this wild side you hid from the world. That side of you was all his, but he wanted to prove he could be part of your other life, too. The life he knew almost nothing about.
Had he, however, when the bruise started to darken, leaned into his suspicious behavior hoping to give off the wrong impression just so something like this might happen? Had he been surprised by how bothered he was seeing you uncomfortable in your own sexy skin, and intentionally tried to piss you off enough to bring out your fire?
Maybe.
It was certainly no accident that he left himself wide open to attack the moment you stepped out. He knew you’d come running in time. You were always a reliable bodyguard, and watching you work was better than porn.
That fire was in your eyes now, adrenaline pumping through you as you caught your breath.
“That was so fucking hot, mami,” he growled. “On your knees, now. Fuck.” He pointed to the concrete at his feet. You dropped to your knees and he quickly unbuckled his belt, and freed his cock, already red and throbbing from watching you fight. He smacked it against your lips. “I want you to suck me off, right here.”
You leaned forward, grabbing his sturdy thighs for support, and parted your lips around his warm, salty cockhead, his pulse strong under your tongue. Your cheeks burned from doing something so public—the alley was dark and abandoned, but anybody might come out of the restaurant door, or walk in from the street to investigate all the shouting from a moment ago. But you weren’t feeling particularly shy right now, and it was hard to tell if you were nervous, or just keyed-up from from adrenaline.
Slowly sliding forward, you opened your throat and took his shaft as deep as you could until your nose was buried in his dark hairs and you had to fight not to gag, then pulled all the way back, teasing your tongue over the large vein running up the length of his cock. There was something strangely comforting about having his large cock in your mouth that helped you calm down. You bobbed on him rhythmically, imagining how degrading the scene would look to anyone who saw you—giving a blowjob to a seedy criminal in a filthy back alley next to a dumpster. It made your cunt twitch, dripping with arousal as you moaned around his cock. You were pretty sure your parents had specifically warned you that if you made the wrong life choices, you’d end up giving blowjobs to drug dealers. You wished they could see you now.
Nevada’s long fingers, capable of unspeakable violence, and even now glowing pink from landing several vicious punches on his attacker, caressed over your hair in an affectionate, possessive gesture. He gave a light tug to make you look up and meet his eyes. “Such a good girl, mi guerrerita. So loyal. You could snap me in half, but you’d do anything I ask, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, papi,” you released his erection to answer.
“I didn’t tell you stop, did I?” he snapped, his words clipped, but his eyes playful.
You cocked your head and raised your eyebrows at him defiantly, but he just mirrored your expression, impatiently waiting until you resumed servicing him. You closed your mouth around his cock, fluttering your tongue around the sensitive crown of his head. He chucked at your obedience, the noise only lasting a moment before breaking down into groans of pleasure. God, you were so good, he wanted to do something for you… but at this rate it wouldn’t take long for him to finish, not with his head still dizzy from the fight, the pain swelling in his cheek heightening the pleasure between his legs, and not with the way you were working that skilled mouth on his cock.
He didn’t try to draw it out. Now that he decided what he was going to do, he raced toward his climax with selfless abandon, thrusting roughly into your mouth. He jerked his hips hard enough to make you gag, but you just hollowed your cheeks and sucked him harder the more he fucked your face, and he relished your determination as much as the sputtering noises he won. One powerful thrust hit the back of your throat, almost enough to make you tap out, but you held on to his thighs with an iron grip. One more, and he exhaled sharply and left himself buried in your mouth up to his balls, and you were rewarded with hot bitter liquid spilling down the back of your throat.
“Swallow all of that, princesa. We’re at a nice restaurant. You gotta clean up.”
You swallowed, milking every last drop of seed from his cock as you slowly drew back, giving the head an extra lick to make sure you cleaned up everything before he zipped himself back up and re-fastened his belt. You stood up and brushed off your dress. Your knees were obviously dirty and raw, but you were strangely turned on by the idea of everyone in the restaurant knowing you were out there sucking his cock. Though you’d have to hold yourself with a little more confidence so people didn’t really get the wrong idea about Nevada… but that didn’t feel like it would be a problem anymore. After everything tonight, you felt powerful, and didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought.
“Ah-ah-ah, where do you think you’re going?” he said as you began to walk toward the restaurant door.
“Our food? I don’t know if they’re going to let us back to our table after making a scene, but we have to pay the bill.”
“It can wait,” he took your hand and pulled you back, closing his arms around you. This close, his breath smelled of the cigarettes he was constantly trying, and failing, to quit, and his eyes had that dangerous brightness of a thunderstorm about to break. “That was very selfish of me ¿no te parece? You’re the one who deserves a reward, mi fuerte, dulce, cuero loco.”
He slowly slid his hand over your ass, circling lower over the tight fabric that left little to the imagination. You squirmed in his arms, unconsciously trying to get him to touch more, directing his hand lower to where you still ached to be filled.
“Against the wall.” He shoved you toward the brick surface with a hungry growl.
You bent over, sticking your ass out for him, and he hummed in approval, and brought his palm down on it for a casual spank. Then he ran his hand down the curve of your bottom again, this time lifting the hem of your skirt as his hand came back up.
“Lucky you’re wearing such a slutty outfit. Makes this much easier,” he purred. “Barely anything there. I wonder what you got for panties.” He pulled the dress over your ass, and grinned at the tiny lacy thing you had on.
“Who’s this for?” he asked, cocking a brow as if he didn’t already know the answer.
“For you.”
“Really?” His smile was predatory now, slowly exposing the tips of his teeth.
You swallowed, your cunt beginning to throb at the dangerous promise in his voice. “Yes, Trujillo. I thought you’d like it. I wanted to… to excite you.”
He laughed at that, and your confidence faltered. It was a more vulnerable confession than he realized—that tomboyish you was trying to look sexy—and he laughed. The sharp pang in your chest soothed a moment later when you realized he wasn’t being cruel.
“Princesa, what you just did was exciting. Nobody excites me more than you.” He leaned close into your ear and added in a thick whisper, “but I don’t mind you dressing like dirty slut for me, if you want.”
You turned your head and kissed him, his lips too temptingly close to resist. He groaned with pleasure and melted into it, more affectionate than the teasing dominant part he was playing. There was his usual smoky flavor, the dark sweetness of wine from dinner, a coppery taste of blood. You gasped and pulled back, worried about hurting him, but his broken lips chased you to press another gentle kiss to your mouth. Turning you in his arms to face him and pinning your back against the wall, he dropped the performance and the dirty talk, and for a long while, just kissed you tenderly like there was nothing else in the world he wanted to do.
Then a finger pushed aside your flimsy panties and slipped into your pussy. He growled deep in his chest, his words barely hoarse breaths, possessive and cocky. “Who are you so wet for?”
“You, Trujillo,” you breathed, heart thudding.
“That’s my good girl,” he said, placing one more chaste kiss to your lips, before dropping to his knees between your feet. He met your eyes, sliding the finger deeper inside you as he leaned forward to taste you. “And a good girl like you deserves to come, doesn’t she?”
He bunched up your skirt just above your hips and told you to hold it for him, and you did, fingers gripping into the fabric as his tongue began working wet circles into your clit. There was none of his usual teasing kisses to your inner thighs or marking them with bites. Tonight you were already past foreplay. He was selfish enough taking his pleasure first; now he knelt at your feet, fully devoted to rewarding you.
“Sucking my dick got you so hot,” he groaned into your cunt, making perverse slurping noises as he lapped up your arousal.
“I didn’t tell you stop,” you teased through hitched breaths.
He groaned in response, strong hands gripping your thighs and pulling you down harder until you were practically sitting on his face as he ate you out. Without warning, he plunged a second finger into you, sending such a ripple of pleasure through your body you cried out, high and echoing through the narrow alley walls. You clamped a hand to your mouth just in time to smother another choked cry as he laughed, the sudden convulsive movement setting off another wave of heat in your lower body.
“Careful. We wouldn’t want anyone to hear you and get curious,” he smirked, risking your wrath to remove his mouth from you long enough to speak between flicks of his tongue. You growled as you realized now he was going to try his hardest to make you moan, but the noise dissolved into a strangled sob as he followed through with his plan, fucking you hard with his fingers as he engulfed your clit in his mouth and sucked it.
It became a battle of wills—you trying to stay quiet, and him lifting your thigh over his shoulder to spread you wider and attack your sensitive heat with more passion. The alley was an echo chamber of his hungry, lustful growls as he greedily consumed your cunt, your heavy breathing assailed at the edges by soft whimpers threatening to break into ear-splitting wails of ecstasy if you didn’t use all your will beating them back, and the wet smacking sounds of his fingers driving into your twitching, begging flesh. He only broke his mouth’s relentless assault in brief intervals to murmur words of praise that only served to drop your guard and allow fuller-voiced whimpers to slip out.
“You could crush me between these thighs, guerrerita, and I would die happy,” he said, running a hand up the soft underside of the muscular leg slung over his back, flattening his tongue for a broad, soft stroke. “Coño, you’re so beautiful. Come for papi,” he urged, sucking your clit harder, and your whimpering grew louder. Every muscle in your body was burning like a fire and you couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Fuck!” you gasped, taking your hand from your mouth and snarling it through Nevada’s heavily-slicked hair. You arched your back, bucking your hips into his mouth as the burning in your muscles coalesced into one single, white-hot point between your legs, and then exploded outward through every extremity as a scream tore from your throat. You held onto his hair, keeping control of his head as you rode out the aftershocks of your climax on his face, chanting, “Vada… Vada…” while his tongue gently soothed your swollen clit, his fingers slowing their thrusts to savor the fluttering of your inner walls around them. You heaved out a shaking breath and sunk back against the wall.
Nevada sprang up to catch you just in time as your trembling legs gave way, turning to jelly as all of the tension and adrenaline of the past hour left your body all at once. He gathered you up against him, and you felt safe in his arms.
How ridiculous, you thought—feeling so safe and protected as your breathing shook against his chest. Your eyes focused hazily on the gold crucifix resting there with you. It was ridiculous for many reasons. You were his bodyguard, charged with protecting him, not the other way around. He was a criminal with a brutal reputation; if you ever crossed him, or even if you didn’t, he was just as likely to stab you in the back, and not metaphorically. Right? He was trouble. Not the kind of man you should ever trust with your weaknesses. And yet, his steady arms had caught you, and his heartbeat sounded so so human pounding away behind his rib cage.
“Let’s get you home,” he murmured, stroking your hair. “You’re a mess.”
You glanced up and nearly laughed when you saw how much he’d destroyed his bruised lips by eating you out with such intensity, and that his eye was already swelling up worse than yours. But you figured when he said “you” he really meant “we, but my ego is huge.”
He started leading you back to where his driver was waiting with the Escalade, but you dragged your feet and glanced back at the alley door. “Wh-what about the bill?”
“I’m the fucking King of the Heights. You think I’m gonna clutch my pearls about dining and dashing?” He gave you a raised-eyebrow look. “Anyway, those uptight mamaguevos would rather pay us to not go back inside after everyone south of the George Washington heard you coming.”
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Guardian Naga Chpt. 6
Alright everyone after this chapter there will only be one more to go before this story comes to an end. I know you all will be sad to see it go, but I already have another series in the works so get hyped for that one!
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Chapters: 1/2/3/4/5/
This chapter also contains a VERY special surprise inside you just have to read to see! Honestly, it’s such a big surprise I may just post it as it’s own thing too, to get this fic a bit more attention. Anyway, I worked super hard on it so enjoy:
Previously, at the castle prior to Roman encountering the Naga at the lake:
“Your Majesty I’ve brewed you a pot of your favorite tea. Would you care for a cup to clear your mind?”
Roman hadn’t returned to the caves for three days now and continued to lose himself in thought over the Naga. Had he been alone all this time? To be alone for 500 years, Roman simply couldn’t imagine it. Not only that but to be betrayed by the people he helped and to lose the man he loved all at once. Roman winced in pain as his heart cried out. This pain, what does it mean?
“Your Majesty?”
Snapping back by his friend’s concerned tone, he stuttered,
“Oh! Ye-yes a cup of tea would do me well, thank you Patton.”
“Of course Your Majesty!”
Happily, Patton poured Roman a cup of pomegranate white tea paired with apple scones. Roman smiled and took a sip as the flavor eased his nerves. The scones filled his empty stomach with comfort as he sighed. What had he been doing hiding himself away in his castle? He needed to figure these feelings out and soon. He wanted to see the Naga again.
“Patton...um you and Logan are together correct?”
“Yes Your Majesty. Logan and I are together. Why do you ask?
“I-can you tell me how you knew?”
“How I knew?”
“Yes, how did you know you loved him?”
Patton blushed in surprised, but kept his composure as he gently set down the tea pot and walked over to Roman’s side.
“It would appear right now you need a friend to talk to more than a butler. Now then Roman, tell me what’s on your mind. Why do you want to know about Logan and I?”
“It’s not that I want to know about you two specifically, just how you knew that the feelings you had for him were...love.”
Roman was so flustered with his embarrassing line of questioning that he instinctively covered up his face as Patton inched closer, kneeling down in front of him. He pulled Roman’s hands away from his face and set them down on the King’s lap.
“You just know. You get this tightness in your chest when you’re away from them, they fill your thoughts, you find pleasure in those simple moments you share, and you hate the thought of losing them.”
That was exactly how he felt. Did that all really mean he was in love?
“Does any of that help? Are you perhaps in love with someone?”
Patton gave Roman a patient look. Warm tears streamed down from his face as the truth sunk in.
“Yes, yes I-I’m in love.” he sobbed, throwing his face into his lap.
“That’s wonderful!”
“No, no I-we...oh God!”
“Why are you crying? This is good news Roman! Who is it that’s stolen your heart?”
“Th-the Naga.” Roman whimpered.
Patton froze. Did he just hear that right?
“THE NAGA?!” he was in disbelief.
He knew Roman had been meeting with the creature on a regular basis, but to think he would fall in love with it during their time together. Patton was momentarily lost for words as he pondered what to say next to comfort his weeping friend.
“Oh Pat what do I do? He’s so beautiful and kind, but I’m nothing but a human who wants to use him for something terrible. I can’t tell him how I feel and it hurts so much knowing now how I truly feel. I hate this! I want to be with him so bad, but I’m scared.”
Patton teared up and curled against his solemn friend. “It’s going to be okay. If the Naga is the way you say it is then you need to tell it.”
Roman jolted upwards in protest, “I can’t! Patton, he-he lost everything because of humans, but even though he has the power of a God he...he never healed his eye.”
That’s right, that gaping hole in the Naga’s head was a constant reminder of what harm the humans were capable of. How could Roman confess knowing full well the pain his kind had caused him.
“Roman, you love him don’t you?”
Roman’s already bright face turned completely red as he nodded. He did, he loved the Naga so much!
“Then go. Go right now and tell him.”
“Bu-”
“No buts mister! I’m sure he’s waiting.”
Could that really be true? Was the Naga waiting for him like always? He had to find out!
“You’re right! Thank you Patton.”
Lightly, Roman placed a kiss on his friends cheek and called for a horse from the window to the guards below. There was no time to lose!
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Currently at the lake with the Naga cooling itself off and Roman walking back towards them:
“What I want to tell you can wait until you’ve calmed down. I’m still not sure why you were so upset, but I definitely hate to see you like that.”
The Naga was still acting skittish with Roman moving closer towards him. Why was this human so persistent with throwing himself into danger? Slowly the Naga began shrinking, but his size was still massive compared to the tiny human. Once at a manageable size the Naga rested it’s head on the side of the lake and sighed with relief. He really had overheated, but now he could relax; or so he thought. Letting his guard down allowed for Roman to sneak up on him until he was face-to-face with the colossal creature. The Naga wanted to yelp, but held his tongue as Roman planted his hands on his face.
“Looks like you’re doing a lot better now.”
Roman kept rubbing his hands on the Naga’s face in a calming motion he learned from Patton. The Naga enjoyed the sensation of those tiny hands dancing on his cheek. He flicked his tongue in pleasure only to quickly retract it in fear. Why did I let myself get caught up in his pace? I’m lucky he hadn’t fled before at the mere sight of me. Roman stopped his movements as he noticed the pained expression on the Naga’s face.
“Did I do something wrong? Was that...unpleasant?”
“No, no you...you could never do anything wrong little one.”
Sulking, Roman changed locations to right in front of the Naga’s missing eye. The Naga flinched as he saw where Roman had wandered off to. Why was he touching there of all places? Wasn’t he afraid?
“That’s not true, I’m human after all.” he carefully brushed his fingertips against the rim of the open space. “This is what humans do, they hurt you.”
Tears had surfaced on Roman’s face. All those thoughts of the Naga’s centuries of loneliness had finally hit him as he stared into the void. He was here to confess, but how could he when he knew it may only end up hurting his beloved. The Naga on the other hand hated the sight of Roman crying. He shifted slightly to allow his right hand to reach over and pick the tiny man up.
“Roman, you are different from those humans. I know you would never harm me. So please cease your tears.”
“No I-I’m just like them. I’m horrible!”
“You are no such thing! Why would you berate yourself so?”
“I plan on using you for war, how could I not be a disgusting and selfish human?”
“It’s not being used if it’s what I wish to do.” The Naga smirked. “I had no idea you cared so deeply about my well-being though.”
“Of course I care I…” Roman paused, wiping away his tears. “I love you.” His eyes were soft, but serious.
Had he heard that correctly? Love? Roman loved him? The Naga was stunned as his mind went blank.
Roman smiled as he repeated himself, “I love you Naga.” this time with confidence.
Instantly, the Naga felt his face boil as a full blushed painted it. The heat was so intense he shot up thirty feet as if still basking in the Sun's rays. This time he yelped in surprise and instinctively turned his attention to his tiny passenger. Fear in his eyes.
“I-I-” He could feel the tears coming on.
“You’re beautiful.” Roman whispered as he planted a kiss on the Naga’s palm. That was now another thirty feet as he cursed the heavens.
“How big do you intend to make me with your flattery?” The Naga hissed, while lacking in hostility. He was simply concerned for his every down-sizing friend.
“Until you tell me how you feel about me.” he smirked.
Roman’s remark caught him off guard. Was this real? Could he actually believe that a monster like him was loved?
“D-do you truly love me? Even like this?” he motioned towards his towering form with a sad expression.
Wanting a better look The Naga raised his hand closer to his face so the both of them were nearly eye-level. His enormous yellow iris perfectly reflected Roman’s figure back at him. All he could think about was how beautiful the Naga looked up close. The scales on his face shimmered in the light like stars and his black hair resembled silk as it fluttered in the wind. How could he not love him? Though he was gigantic, the creature was gentle to a fault.
“I love you more than anything in this entire world.” He projected proudly!
Once again the Naga could feel a powerful surge of heat course through his body as he rocketed upwards, jumping a whopping seventy feet. His body now engulfed the entirety of the lake that once housed him.
The Naga whimpered, this was starting to get out of hand. “I can’t Roman. I’m nothing but a monster, you deserve someone better.”
That was not the answer Roman was looking for, but he could tell he was getting somewhere. It was now obvious the Naga did have feelings for him, it was just about dragging them out.
“Your size only shows your true feelings so why not submit my darling. You and I both know that I will never come to fear you no matter your stature.” he teased.
Darling?! The Naga scowled as he continued to expand higher above the landscape. Why was Roman such a smooth talker, he cursed? The growth spurt went on for what felt like forever as the once large lake below took on the appearance of a puddle. The Sun was also beating down on his skin causing his growth to accelerate. Eventually, the Naga stopped at a terrifying new height of three thousand feet. Roman appeared as a mere speck in his palm. His gaze was met with low hanging clouds and the sight of the kingdom nearby. The creature's tail had knocked down a multitude of trees as it now imitated the look of a mountain range. Completely overcome with fear the Naga looked to Roman with pleading eyes. Their little game had become a big problem!
Roman raised his hands in surrender. “You win. I can tell how scared you are.”
With a heavy sigh the Naga cupped his hands together over Roman to keep him safe as he moved to find a bigger watering hole, aka the ocean. Due to his size he easily traversed across the now flattened terrain until he arrived at his intended destination. Without hesitation he dove into the water, creating a tidal wave that left many helpless fish beached on the shoreline. Keeping his hands above sea-level he could feel Roman’s size shift in his grasp. Successfully, the titan Naga had returned to his normal height of one hundred and fifty feet to his merriment. Roman smiled in delight at his adorable sweetheart. While still lounging in the Naga’s hand, he waved to garner the creature’s attention.
“Glad to see you smiling again.”
The Naga blushed, but this time he had more control and water to keep him cool. His true feelings had been exposed and all that was left to do was to say them out loud.
“Are you certain Roman? It’s not that I don’t believe you it’s just that...I can’t stand beside you like a human partner could. We won’t be able to be together all the time or do...specific activities that normal lovers do.” he mumbled, covering his face in embarrassment.
Roman giggled. “I can assure you this is what I want. I love you for you and your love in return is all I need.”
“Then you shall have it. I love you Roman. I’ve loved you for a long time now.”
“Really?”
“Yes, but I was in a constant state of fear that one day you would finally see me for the monster I truly am, but you...you looked past my grotesque exterior and found the beauty within.”
“That’s not true at all!”
“Wha-”
“You’re beautiful inside and out, don’t you ever believe otherwise!”
The Naga couldn’t help but laugh at his own foolishness to underestimate the King’s love. At that moment he really wanted to kiss Roman as a thank you. Gingerly, he lifted his hand up to his face and waited in anticipation. Ecstatic, Roman jumped for joy as he practically leaped into their first kiss! Yet, Roman had no plans of stopping at just one and delivered a barrage of kisses to the Naga’s soft lips.
More waves crashed onto the shore as the Naga’s tail squirmed in the water. The Naga could feel Roman’s entire face pressed up against his lips. Warm tears began to drip from his eye. Finally he could be happy with someone special beside him. Sadly, it was now time for him to return home,
“Roman, I hate to cut the moment short but seeing as I’ve properly cooled down it’s time I make my way back to the caves.”
“Ah, you’re right. Can I accompany you back to your humble abode then fair princess?”
Hissing playfully, “Sure, but princess is unnecessary.”
“I will continue on my quest to find you a suitable nickname then!” Roman proclaimed with a bow.
The Naga flicked his tongue in amusement. Roman couldn’t help but think that little quirk of his was adorable. During their journey back the Naga took the time to use his powers to revitalize the flattened Earth he had crushed in his enlarged state. To witness such an event in person was baffling as Roman found himself in sheer awe. Trees sprang back to life and large masses of earth reformed themselves instantly. This carried on until they reached the caves and the Naga slithered right inside, Roman still in his hand.
“Rest here for a bit, I have something I want to give to you.”
Gently setting his beloved down in his nest made of collected leaves and twigs. He wrapped his massive frame around the tiny man, careful not to lose him in his tail. Roman was now surrounded by a wall of beautiful scales he easily gawked at, though, he had no idea what was going on. Surprisingly, the Naga then reached down and plucked out one of those scales and handed it to Roman.
“I-Is this for me?” He sheepishly reached out to grab onto the scale that was the size of his entire torso and a bit more.
This was such a grand gift, could he really accept it? Concerned he titled his head upwards to convince the Naga to reconsider, but paused at the sight of the creature’s face smiling down at him. He was beaming! This was too much. Not only was this the scale of a God, but it was one of the gold ones too. He couldn’t help himself from breaking down crying.
“Roman? What’s wrong? D-Do you not li-”
“I LOVE IT!!! GOD I-I….love you!” startled at the sudden outburst the Naga crept in closer.
“If you like it then why are you crying...darling?” Oh gosh that was embarrassing to say.
Roman blushed deeply at being called darling. That was his shtick!
“I just don’t know how to feel, or it’s like I’m feeling too much...this is precious.”
He paused and looked at the golden scale. He could see his face reflected back at him. It reminded him of that moment a few hours ago when his image was shown in the Naga’s eye. That’s right, this scale looked like his eye. Roman pulled the scale close to his chest,
“Thank you. I’ll treasure it.”
“I have more you know. I assumed it would be helpful in paying for supplies to assist in the upcoming war. There’s only a month left, correct?”
“NEVER! I would never think to sell one of your scales!”
“You can be more greedy Roman, I know you have no ill intent towards me.”
Roman shook his head and stared fiercely at the Naga. He wasn’t going to budge on the matter.
“Kind as always. Fine, you win. I can see you are going to remain stubborn.” he sighed.
Removing his tail the Naga opened up a path for Roman to exit from.
“Off you go, before you worry your people.”
Roman really didn’t want to leave, but knew he had too.
“I’ll come tomorrow and everyday after that. I promise!”
The Naga only smiled and gave the tiny King a nudge forward with his knuckle. Slowly, Roman made his way through the cave and out into the lowering daylight. He gave a whistle for his stead, hoping she was still kicking. Luckily, he heard a joyful whinny as the house trotted towards him. With that he raced off back to the castle now content that he had confessed and more so in that his feelings were mutual.
In the caves the Naga lied down to rest with uneasy thoughts in mind about what the future would hold for the two of them.
“Maybe it’s time to move on.” he whispered while touching the hole on his face. Slowly falling asleep, hoping for sweet dreams this time around and not the usual nightmares.
Chapter 6 End
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#61 Somehow Mulder has to pretend to go down on Scully. He teases her until neither of them can take it anymore.
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Inner Sanctum: Shadow Play
The universe is conspiring against him. Mulder is convinced. Scully thinks the same thing - although neither of them voice the thought aloud.
In 6 years working together they’d only been undercover as a couple once. Once is all it took - it seemed now every time they needed a pair of agents to pose undercover Mulder and Scully were called in to assist.
Which is how they found themselves here on assignment with 2 other pairs of agents trying to catch a suspect in a string of home invasions. All the victims were wealthy and all had confessed to visiting this particular establishment.
An establishment that catered to specific vises. The outer business, the Inner Sanctum, was a high class cocktail bar. The right amount of power and money would get you through the secret door and into the real business.
Fantasies. Sex…. Shadow Play.
All the victims had come from this rented room. In the middle of was a circular stage the props interchanged as needed for each fantasy. It was simple this time a bed, a chaise lounge, dresser, an antique looking vanity, with an oval mirror and stool, nightstand - a typical bedroom.
Some type of glass door system and a curtain on a track would allow for the Shadows of those within to be seen by the voyeur or voyeurs watching without. Chairs, lounges, sofas, tables were spread throughout the rest of the room. All with padded wrist restraints. This room was for instructing the Shadowplayer and then watching, listening to the performance without being able to touch.
Mulder could relate he’d held the object of his affection in his arms many times. Kissed her forehead, her cheek - he tried to kiss her once in his hallway - fate in the form of a Bee. What are the odds of that? Some would call it fate. Even he thought that for a while.
He rescued the girl and himself if he was honest, without her… could he have went on? Attempts to push her away after that were unsuccessful. She’d taken his hand that day and told him ‘if I quit now they win.’
Really not fair to repeat his own words back at him. But that was Scully. Diana had strolled back in and if he was honest - it hurt that Scully even thought he wanted to rekindle anything with her. Especially after kissing her doppelganger and telling her the words he had been so good at keeping locked away in his heart.
I love you and oh brother as a response was not what he expected. Whey were all these thoughts rolling in his head now before this important stakeout? Maybe it’s because they were all just informed they would have to act out whatever the customer wants - no matter what.
Or maybe it’s because Scully and the other 2 female FBI agents just walked out in their ‘costumes.’ Scully locked eyes with him almost daring him to look anywhere else. It was too late he’d been tracking her movements the moment she stepped into the room.
While he and the other male agents were all dressed similarly in t-shirts and jeans the female agents were dressed for their part - the bored housewife who calls for a repair man. Dressed for seduction and Scully was in black lace.
How was he going to survive this assignment? Mulder could feel the moisture rise to the surface of his skin. He barely resisted the urge to wipe his brow. Was the room suddenly too hot? Was his blood boiling? No it was Scully fantasy #5 and it was live in front of his eyes. To be honest black lace wasn’t a requirement Scully in any color lace would be a turn on.
Correction … Is a turn on - there’s an undeniable thickening beneath his denim. Shit.
Mulder glanced at the other agents he noticed he wasn’t the only one fidgeting. Scully finally arrived at his side and he resisted the urge to offer her his coat when he saw her shiver. That fact he wasn’t wearing a coat was beside the point.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly.
She stared straight ahead and responded, “I’m fine. Let’s just get this over with. Hopefully one of the other pairs of agents will be chosen.”
No such luck. The universe was dead set on wrecking havoc on Mulder and Scully’s lives.
The client’s came in a couple, they sat down and an attendant locked their restraints. It was like a private production.
“Welcome to Shadow Play. You know the rules choose your couple and once they enter the Shadow Stage they will follow your instructions. They are your puppets and you are the puppet masters.” The attendant paced before the couples and with a flourish of his hand he spoke.
“Choose the lady of play.”
The man was tall with closely cropped blonde hair and a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. His voice was a deep bass with a slight English or Australian accent when he spoke, “The little one - the redhead. Darling do you like her?”
His feminine counterpart nodded, “Oh yes she’ll be perfect.” With her husky alto it sounded more like purr-fect.
The attendant nodded to Scully, “Please enter the chamber and the other ladies may exit.”
Mulder saw the deep breath Scully took and his hand automatically went to her back as she walked around him and they started into the chamber. He was brought to a halt with the attendants next words.
“Now who do you chose for lord of the play?”
Wait. What?
Scully paused and then continued on her way - her shoulders had slumped for a moment and then firmed with resignation. This wasn’t the prearranged plan and his eyes narrowed. There was no way anyone, but him was going in there with Scully. Plan or not.
The three men stood still. Mulder felt like chatel - did the other agents feel the same he wondered.
“Darling? Don’t you want the one in the middle? His hair is the same color as mine?”
“He is quite striking, but he doesn’t hold a candle to you. I won’t be able to see their hair color behind the curtain anyway…. I don’t know how can I decide when they are clothed. I need to see their cocks.”
The attendant cleared his throat, “That is not part of the rules, everything happens in shadow.”
“Fuck the rules MAN, my wife wants to see their cocks and I’ve paid for our time. In fact bring Red back out give them some inspiration… I know I’m inspired.” His erection was clearing outlined by the navy trousers he wore and his wife licked her lips feeling her own body responding.
The attendant was clearly ruffled, Mulder noted the fact and filed it away. Scully stepped back out every eye was one her. Creamy skin dusted with the faintest of freckles she stood unafraid and comfortable in her own skin.
“Drop the straps luv, give the gents something to wonder about. I see firm high breasts a perfect handful - are those nips pink like a kitten's tongue, peachy like a succulent apricot? Or dark rose like the juicy flesh of a woman’s cunt?”
Scully reached up and slid first one strap and then the other, until they draped like a piece of black licorice he wanted to gnaw through. And he didn’t even like black licorice, red - cherry flavor yes. That didn’t help his growing problem thinking about Scully in red.
“Okay c’mon gents don’t be shy we all know why we’re here. Whip out your equipment my wife wants to see your packages. We’ve all got ‘em. If my hands were free I’d whip mine out right now. Wouldn't I darling? You'd suck me off right here on your knees. Yes my pet sucks like a Dyson.”
"Do you like bush, men? My pet has a nice little bush just enough that it tickles my lips when I'm eating my fill of pussy."
Both agents Barber and Kinney unzipped their flys and exposed themselves. Scully didn’t react. She was aloof, waiting for the partner the clients would choose. Could she do it - if it wasn’t Mulder? If it was Agent Barber or Kinney?
“Ooo those are some lovely cocks. Are those boxers or tighty whities I see … it's sort of like they’re popping out of a little fabric nest, like a bird. Not very lively though… Are you two cold?” The woman laughed and her husband chuckled along and then her gaze fixated on Mulder. “How about you? Are you cold too? You can’t be shy or you wouldn’t be here. Honey if he won’t show me his cock tell him to leave. I’ll just choose one of the others.”
“You heard my wife. If you don’t show us your cock get the fuck out. Do you have a teeny weenie, perhaps?” He picked up on the quick eye contact between Mulder and Scully and a wide smile formed. “Or do you just need a little help? Hey Red, why don’t you help him out.”
Scully took a step toward Mulder. “No!” then quieter, “No, I’ll do it.”
Mulder closed his eyes. How could he forget today of all days? He’d bought these button fly jeans on a whim and his hands were working the buttons through the tightly stitched holes until …
“Holy Mother of God! Get out! The rest of you get out! He’s the one…. Honey? Tell them to leave!”
“You cretins heard my wife. Get out.” The room cleared of all but the main players. “Good God Man! I consider myself well-endowed, but Holy Shite! How do you keep that monster under control? And commando to boot.”
“I think my wifes glazed over eyes means you two meet with her complete approval. Let’s get this show on the road. Into the chamber you two. My first request is for you to suck those titties… I’ll tell you when to stop… use the chaise please.”
Mulder followed Scully into the chamber the door snicked shut, the curtains closed with a swish and the lights dimmed. Scully reclined on the chaise and Mulder gingerly sat beside her. Could they pull this off?
“C’mon man speed it up suck her tits and describe them… we want to hear about those ripe tips… make her moan … make her wet for you.”
Mulder dropped his head, nose and lips nuzzled her neck. Traveled down. Skimmed across the slope of each breast. God, Scully you smell so good. There was a hitch in her breath. Did he say that out loud?
“Hey, Supercock! This isn’t love’s unfolding flower or some teenage romance. I don’t hear any sucking or slurping and we damn well aren’t hearing any moaning Reds or yours. Get on with it.”
Mulder wished the guy would just shut the hell up. He was trying to make this look real, but not be real. But she was so soft and smelled so delicious… He was only human dammit.
And then Scully let out a throaty moan. Uh-oh. His mouth released the nipple he had been sucking, the lace and silk damp. Her nipples were clearly delineated, hard, he wasn’t sure how long he’d been sucking but his mouth and lips felt the loss.
“More…Mu…” Before she could say his name his hands cupped her breasts and his lips went back to feasting.
End Inner Sanctum: Shadow Play Chapter 1
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So, idk if you all remember my Butterflies chapter where Era had a spot of intimacy nervousness, but thanks to a certain delightfully enabling Discord server, it now has a much saucier lemon flavored followup. This is obviously not safe for workplace consumption (But I’m not the boss of you. Live your best life).
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"I've made you wait so long, I think it's only fair you get to decide how we start."
"You've done nothing of the sort. You just needed time; I was never in any rush."
"You've still been waiting though, haven't you? Is there nothing you've been wanting to do? Nothing in particular, I mean? Any fantasies… or, or… you know." Era stammered, gesturing vaguely as if the action would account for words she wouldn't utter. "I'd like to do that first, really I would."
So she said, but Cid was of the opinion that bending her over the railing of the Excelsior and having his way might be just a tad bit too rough for Era's first time. So he went with his second favorite fantasy, one of the first he'd ever allowed himself of her, in fact.
"Well then, if you insist", he laughed, scooping her up and plopping her down on one of the ship's benches. She landed with an "eep!"; her eyes growing wide to see him kneel at her knees.
"You want to do that?" She asked nervously, face flushing as he kissed his way up her thigh, his hands gently parting her hastily squeezed together legs.
"Very, very much... but it can wait, if you're not comfortable…" Cid noted her furrowed brow and worrying lips.
"No, no, it's not... I want to try, I do… it's just… I can't return the favor." Era sighed, pointing to her teeth, specifically her canines, in response to his puzzled look. "I've been practicing, on...on fruit and the like, but I can't seem to avoid damaging them with my teeth."
She what?
Cid struggled really, really hard not to laugh. She had been practicing? He was flattered beyond words that she would bother with such a thing for him, truly. But the idea of her doing that to various foods was far too comical an image. Giggling lightly despite his best efforts, he said "My darling, I appreciate the concern but I assure you I'm rather more substantial than fruit."
She flushed to think of his substantiality. "Well, sure, I mean... you're certain I won't hurt you?"
"Short of outright biting me, no, I don't think you will."
"That's… genuinely a relief. I don't like this disparity between us, I really don't. I want to be able to make you happy, Cid. So no matter how silly or undignified it is, I wanted to at least make an effort."
"Era.." Damnit, how could he keep up his suave act in the face of something that genuine? Cid knew he was like putty in her hands, turning to mush at her heartfelt admissions. He leaned up to kiss her, hoping she could feel the love he bore for her as keenly as he did.
"We could always try for a practical lesson later", he murmured against her lips. "Without the fruit."
"Cid~…" Heat radiated off her skin, his flirtations never failing to get a rise.
At least I’m not the only one turning to mush, he thought.
"Only teasing. Though the offer stands..."
She met his lips again to shut him up, clever tongue seeking entrance and being wholeheartedly welcomed. She had grown very adept at this of late, a quick study, kissing him senseless. For a few short moments their roles were reversed, Era holding all the cards, his heart in her hands.
But that wouldn't do. Not for what Cid had planned.
Her breath caught as his hands wandered back downwards, slipping underneath her skirt, fingertips coming to rest at the edge of her undergarments. Giving her a quick peck on the tip of her nose and a cheeky little grin, he followed his hands to his prize.
He would leave the majority of her clothes on for now, while they were on the deck at least; the chill in the Sea of Clouds was fairly biting. He was pleasantly surprised to find she had not worn her customary undershorts, his only obstacle a pair of lovely blue lace pantalettes (clearly worn with him in mind), already quite damp.
He smoothed his thumb back and forth across her waistband, savoring the feel of warm, soft lace on skin, smile only growing. She had no way of knowing this, of course, and he'd never admit to it, but the skirt she currently wore was the very one that originally inspired this fantasy. It had been the first time he'd seen her wear such a thing, her toned thighs the most glorious display.
"Ready?"
She nodded, hands coming to rest on his shoulders, eyes shut tight and face crimson. Cid, perhaps knowing her too well, mercifully did not leave her much time to stew in her shyness, deftly removing her undergarments and setting to work.
Oh!
Ohhhh gods...
His tongue was on her now, moving slowly across her folds, every lap culminating in a little flick at her clit, each one sending what felt like sparks throughout her skin. Era tensed at these new sensations, fingers digging into his shoulders and legs attempting to squeeze shut, ultimately thwarted by his firm hold on her thighs. She could feel…. something building in her lower belly. Something warm, each spark further igniting it, her veins filled with fire. She knew what, of course, but never imagined it to feel... anything quite like this.
Seven hells…oh Cid...
Her breath came out in small, stuttered gasps, uttering a muted moan as he found his pace, quickening as if in time with her racing heartbeat. It was so quiet she thought he might not have heard, thought (stupidly) that she might escape the sheer embarrassment of it. That is, until she felt him smile.
A hand flew to her mouth to stifle the noise, but her attempts at modesty were fruitless. Without looking up from his task, Cid merely raised one of his own hands in response. Holding it out as if requesting something, fingers waving in a "give it here" motion, he didn't need words to say what he wanted. Hesitantly, begrudgingly, Era placed her offending hand in his, the cacophony of quiet gasps and moans that escaped her now undampened.
Heavens above and hells below, if this was him out of practice she couldn't begin to imagine what she was in for in the future.
Her hand grasped his tightly, the other fisting in his hair as she neared her peak. At least, she thought she must be, the tension in her belly growing stronger and stronger. Cid gave her thigh a little squeeze, a wordless "stay put, please". His touch left her for a moment, only to reappear at the entrance of her core. Gently he inserted a finger, crooking it juuuust so, making her back arch in pleasure.
He's... trying to loosen it, right? I read about that..I read..ohhhh, I can't! She could feel herself teetering on the edge, an odd image of balancing on a brick wall coming to her mind. She was going to fall. Needed to fall. But it was too soon, he needed to add more for it to work, didn't he? She had to hold on, to be patient, she had…
"Cid, I'm sorry, please, I can't...I need...ah!!" Era came with a shudder, body curling around what of him she could reach, clinging to him.
Huh. Her sudden release had caught him off guard, her cry and sharp tug of his hair startling him out of his reverie. So caught up in the act, he hadn't spotted the signs: how firmly she gripped his hand, the rising pitch of her voice, the thrashing of her tail. He hadn't expected Era to be quite so quiet, and assumed he had more time. Not that it matters, he thought, admiring the worn out, blissful woman before him, her glow more than achievement enough.
She relinquished her hold on his hair, a couple strands staying with her, his scalp stinging a bit with the loss. As Cid kissed the inside of her thigh, Era dimly registered how...damp his beard felt. That's strange...wait...oh seven hells. Cid issued a disappointed "tisk" as she buried her face in her hands.
"There's so much, isn't there?" She cringed at the feel of the cool air on her damp skin. Damp. Urgh….
"Era, no, darling, it's fine." Cid hastily wiped at his mouth and beard, giving her a quick peck on the lips. "See?"
The flavor on his lips was odd, not at all like him. "Oh...do I really taste like that? It's... salty, sort of."
"You taste fine, better than fine." He chuckled as she peeked out at him through her fingers, a little smile unmistakable.
"I ruined your master plan, Cid. Finished too soon, you only managed one finger before I…"
"My plan, my overly self-conscious sweetheart, was to get you off. Having achieved that -- spectacularly, I might add -- I count nothing as ruined."
Oh you silly, awful, wonderful man, she thought, pulling him into a languid kiss, tongue dancing with his, her taste mingled with his own. "Thank you."
"'Thank you'? For what?" Cid pulled a dumb face utterly ill befitting his genius.
"What? You know what!" She stuck her tongue out at him, his clueless, teasing facade cracking into an easy smile. "Oh no… Cid, the bench is such a mess", Era groaned, sitting up, again hiding her face in her hands. They hadn't thought to lay down a towel or anything.
"Ah, I wouldn't worry about it. Ever since her upgrade, the Excelsior's been overdue for a rechristening", he laughed. "This should serve".
"I'm not a bottle of wine!" Era chided, bapping him on the shoulder in embarrassment.
"Could have fooled me." Cid countered, waggling his eyebrows. "Now, the chill on deck does make what I have planned next rather difficult, what do you say we head below? While I must admit I'm very keen to get you out of those clothes, I'll not have you freeze in the process."
Era stood, wobbling slightly, steadying herself against his arm. Cid triggered the hatch release, and the pair descended from the chilly deck into the bowels of the Excelsior. Unlatching a portion of the wall, Cid revealed a small foldout cot. He kicked a number of crates and containers underneath it to aid the rather spindly supports, claiming the bed’s legs would not be up to the task.
“Not the most comfortable thing in the world I suppose, but you’re the one that picked the Excelsior rather than a proper bed.” Not that Cid would want it any other way.
They set to removing their clothing, or the rest of it, in Era’s case, smalls long since cast aside. Era saw little point in retaining any articles, modesty all but tossed out the window given he’d already become so well acquainted with her most intimate parts, but Cid continued to wear his smalls, perhaps in a gesture to calm her nerves. He also wore his goggles still, which Era proceeded to yank off his head. Damned goofy, to wear goggles during sex, she thought.
Cid was hardly restrained in his appreciation of her form, eyes wandering, drinking in each and every glorious curve. Era too, was guilty, though she tried to be rather more discreet in her admirations, eyes bashfully roaming his glorious musculature. Era adored in particular the fine, silver trail of hair that grew starting at Cid's navel, travelling downwards and downwards. She couldn't help it, it was fascinating.
Perhaps it was the unfamiliarity of it, her own body hair, where there was any, being fine and sparse, the vast majority being on her head and tail. Or perhaps it was simply the implication; the thought of where the trail led, and the heat that arose in her loins in the thinking, that had her so enamored with this particular patch of hair.
He scooped her up, laying her on the cot with care, drawing her into an impassioned kiss, stealing her breath and leaving her woozy before moving to nibble at her ears.
Okay, this is a good place to start. They had done this before, albeit with more clothing. This was familiar, comfortable: passionate kisses, bodies pressed together, hands roaming faces and shoulders and hips and...oh. Cid’s fingers caressed the swell of her breast, Era letting out a little gasp of surprise.
Of anticipation.
Sensing no opposition, Cid continued, his palm enveloping it, massaging as his thumb began to stroke her now pebbled nipple.
How heavenly, how...oooh. A familiar want grew, stronger and stronger as he rolled her nipple between his fingers, ever more so as he took its companion in his mouth, his beard soft and smooth and ticklish on her skin.
More, please…
As if he were suddenly a mind reader, Cid obliged, free hand finding her clit, small circles driving her wild. He was cognizant of her tells now, working her far more steadily as he dipped a finger inside. First only one, Era still too tense, still too tight, but so very wet. A second soon followed, crooking, hitting a spot that made her squirm, stars erupting behind her eyelids. He quite liked that reaction; Era could feel him grin against her chest as he repeated the move.
She tried to reach for him, barely thinking through her pleasure, fingers tentatively following the path of silver that led to him, wanting to do something, anything more than take. Cid groaned as she grasped him through his smalls, voice heady and deep, losing pace for a moment. Growing bolder, her hand slipped underneath his waistband, stroking the hardness she found there. Era hadn't the faintest idea what the hell she was doing, but surely it had to be something right, if his heavy breaths and muttered oaths were any indication. She hooked a finger underneath his chin, luring him to her, nibbling at his bottom lip.
She was close again, the pressure mounting, the tell-tale teetering feeling returning with force. Pleasure driving her to distraction, her hold on his manhood faltered, Era losing herself in his ministrations as Cid took her hand. But this, this wasn't how she wanted it. She wanted...
Era started to giggle, covering her mouth in an ill attempt to quell her sudden outburst. Cid looked up, his smile one part amused, one part confused, and one part a bit hurt.
"Era, dear, if you're going to laugh, I do hope you'll tell me what about." He sounded a touch concerned. She patted at his arm reassuringly, wiping the corners of her eyes.
"It's nothing, I just….hahaha...I just had the most idiotic thought. As lovely as this is, I can't bear for you to stop. And at the same time, I need for you to stop. Isn't that mad? It is, isn't it?"
"I think that depends on what you mean by ‘stop’. Have I done something? Are you uncomfortable?"
"No, no, no. I just...I want to move on. I need... I think I'm ready for the next bit."
Cid grinned deviously with understanding. "Oh? I'm not quite sure what you mean, love. 'Next bit?' I'm afraid you'll need to be a touch more specific."
"Must I? Cid…. I would like to...no, that's too crass, I won't say that. I want…"
"Go on…" Cid was kissing a highly distracting path up her neck to the underside of her jaw, lavishing attention there with teeth and tongue. He shouldn't tease her so, but she really did make it all too easy.
"I want you to...to make love to me." She muttered, shyly leaning away from his fervent affections, breathing heavy.
"Didn't catch that. A little louder, perhaps?" He was going to be in so much trouble later.
"Make love to me, dammit!" She griped, huffy and frustrated. Why must he bully her now?
Cid didn't mind in the slightest, enveloping her in his warm embrace. "As my lady commands", he laughed cheekily. "Perhaps it will be easier for you", he said, sitting up against the curved wall of the ship as best he could, "like this." Cid motioned her forward, pulling her onto his lap. "To give you more control of the pace. Then again, she's not exactly got the roomiest hull. You might bump your head…hmmm."
"If I'm careful", she murmured, leaning in close to kiss him just below his third eye, "it...it should be fine, probably. But I... I think I'd rather you be on top. If you're alright with that."
"Of course." Cid lay her gently down on the cot, hands making their way down her sides to rest at her hips, pulling them flush to his. He bit back a moan at the feel of her against him, wet and ready.
"It's just... I'm a bit nervous, is all." Her heart was racing, pulse pounding at the feel of his length against her core, small rolls of his hips sending heat throughout, shivers following the path of his lips down her neck. "I...ah!...I can't...mhmph!"
Whatever it was she thought she couldn't do was lost as Cid claimed her lips, intent on drowning out her worries. If she wanted him to take care of her, he'd gladly do so; it was no failing on her part. Afterall, isn't that what she'd asked him to do?
Shy fingers trailed their way to the waistband of his smalls, pausing then tugging lightly. Cid broke their kiss, searching her eyes. "You're sure?" His voice was heavy with lust, undeniably eager to continue. But he had to be certain.
Era nodded, flushed but unashamed. "Please."
Removing them with haste, Cid lined himself up, Era bashfully looking anywhere but down at where they were joining. He kissed her once more, the ferocity easing her nervous mind as he entered.
He was much too large, surely. Or she was much too small. Era couldn't be sure which, and she couldn't bring herself to care with him kissing her so. There was no pain, thankfully his earnest preparations had seen to that, but Cid took her slowly all the same, giving her body a much needed moment to adjust to him. The stretch was the cause of some discomfort, unaccustomed as she was, but soon gave way to the oddest feeling. Fullness, warmth. With every ilm the feeling grew, and grew more pleasant for it.
"Cid…" she panted, eyes half shut from the overflow of sensation.
"Hmmm?" He had hilted, exercising as much restraint as he could muster waiting for her body to relax, his fingers digging into her hips from the effort.
"I love you." She took his face in her hands, thumb caressing his lips. "So very much."
"Era..." Words failed him. To be here, with her like this after all this time, he wasn't sure if he was more liable to sing or cry. Instead, he decided to show her. Love her in this way, that the depth of his feeling be undeniable. "I love you."
A tentative roll of Era's hips ushered him onward, starting with slow, intentional thrusts, mapping out her pleasure. Though she had little in the way of leverage in this position, Era rose to meet his every thrust admirably, greedy for the contact, savoring the feeling of renewed fullness with each stroke. She wanted so badly to kiss him, to be lost in him, but found it immeasurably difficult to take her eyes off of his beautiful face. He was a sight to behold, her beloved, awash with joy, powerful muscles flexing and glistening with the sheen of their mutual exertion. A curtain of silver shielded them from all the world as Cid rested his forehead on hers, third eye cooler to the touch than his searing skin.
Cid slipped his hand onto the small of her back, arching her ever closer into him, Era's breath catching as his touch grazed the base of her tail, said limb lashing about in answer. Stroking it, Cid found he could coax from her the most delightful whimpers, tenderly caressing the fine silken hairs to call forth even more of her lovely song.
Era, blessedly, was nearing her peak, hands fisting in his hair and clamoring at this back. Cid too, was struggling to hold on. It had been far too long since he had last done this, and she felt far too perfect around him, squeezing tighter and tighter as she neared release. He refused to be first, reaching between them to work her most sensitive spot, leaving her gasping for air. By his touch she was undone, unraveling around him with a soft cry. He followed after her, oaths muttered into the crook of her neck, having resisted longer than he could bear, spilling over into his love.
Spilling.
And spilling.
… on second thought, he probably should have warned her...
Spent, they separated, fighting for air, basking in the afterglow. Their hands met, holding fast as they came down together. Looking over at Cid, Era thought he looked strangely... sheepish.
"Era", he panted, "don't look down. It's nothing bad, there's just, there's a lot of… just let me get you cleaned up."
A lot of what? She wondered, a odd trickling sensation answering her. Oh…
Cid rose from the cot wearily, utterly exhausted, rummaging through a nearby storage crate for a couple clean cloths and towels.
"No, I can do it myself, really, just hand me the towel!" She squeaked. She hadn't braved a look, but it was beginning to cool and she could feel it.
They cleaned up in an abashed silence, Cid helpfully passing her another cloth when one proved insufficient.
"Cid?"
"Yes?"
"Is it always like this?"
"What? Ah... yes. Usually. Unless I've been.....Yes." His cheeks and ears were rather pink now. He nearly... there were some activities he'd prefer to keep to himself for the moment.
"Then I don't mind the mess."
"Oh?"
"It felt nice, frankly. It's a part of you. Also you're blushing."
"Am not." He was.
"Are." A mischievous grin spread across her face, as if it hadn't been she who was the blushing, stuttering mess not moments ago. "Do you think Vanu or Bismark or Sky Pirates will find us in the next bell or so?"
"I shouldn't think so, why?"
"I'd quite like a nap, if you'll join me." She patted at the cot beneath her, a towel laid over the worst of the wet spots.
"Good gods, a nap would be heavenly." He flopped down heavily beside her with a huff, pulling her onto his chest, promptly falling asleep. Era laughed, soon to follow.
#lemon#cidera#I don't know exactly how to tag this#It's Era's first time ever and Cid's first time with her#She's a bit shy#I hc Garleans as fairly...productive#these two are dorks and I hope I did their first time together justice#idk what I'm doing ever tbh
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A Little Deadlight Never Killed Anyone ( 3 / 3 )
Richie is about to leave Derry, he's about to leave for the last time and move on. He's about to leave Eddie. But, first, he's got to carve something back into the kissing bridge he left in 1989. Little does he know that a short trip to find closure will give him everything he's ever wanted and more.
...
“Dunno why you’re gonna start writing your own material now,” Eddie mentioned as they ate in his car during their drive. “You still have the sense of humor of a thirteen-year-old.”
“Yowza!” Richie chuckled, “Eds! Think of my fragile ego!” then he winced when Eddie flicked him in the side of the head.
“That’s not the only thing that’s fragile, I see.”
“Gee, Eds,” he rubbed at the spot on his head but smiled nonetheless, “maybe you should write my material from now on!”
“Hm!” Eddie placed his burger on his lap then threw his hands up in the air like he was presenting something, “I can see it now! Richie Trashmouth Tozier’s comedy special, How I Killed a Literal Demon Clown Twice, written by his fellow repressed gay man.”
“Fellow repressed gay man, eh? Is that what they call boyfriends now?” Richie barked out a laugh at the thought of it, “my name is Richie Tozier and this is my fellow repressed gay man, Eddie Kaspbrak!”
Eddie cackled right next to him and nodded his head, “if anyone else in the audience has a fellow repressed gay man, please stand up! We want to give you a round of applause!”
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Ao3
“Hello, this is Eddie Kaspbrak, I was an old friend of your husband’s, Stanley Uris.”
It’s a hard call to make, Mike would probably argue otherwise but to Eddie, it was the hardest. Probably because he’s about to sound crazy, like he’s some insane prank caller, but Eddie has a rough outline of a plan. He knew about the letters that Stan sent to everyone, he figures it’d be easier to just say he read the message in the letter rather than tell her he’s been to heaven and saw her dead husband as a thirteen-year-old boy again.
“Oh,” Patty said over the phone, a slight shudder in her voice. “I’m so sorry, I’m not sure if you got a letter or not, but my husband-” she pauses, Eddie hears the whimper in her voice and for a moment he’s scared he might cry as well. “He’s passed on.”
Eddie pauses, he hears her let out a muffled sob and he finally has to let himself take a deep breath. He has to get through this. “I… I’m actually calling about the letter I was given. He gave me specific instructions at the end to call this number and- and read out the message he wrote.”
Eddie wished he had a script then, but Stan didn’t exactly give him much to go off of. Maybe it wasn’t Eddie’s place to try and give his wife closure like this, but it breaks his heart to think that she’ll have to keep living without another word from him, that she probably won’t see him even after she dies.
“He wanted me to tell you that he’s sorry. He’s sorry that it doesn’t all make sense and that he can’t explain it, but he’s sorry. He wants you to know that he’s happy now, he’s probably somewhere where the grass is green and the sun never stops shining. He’s safe, he’s safe in a way he was never safe before, in a way he wishes he could help you understand. He’s okay. He’s okay and he loves you. He loves you so much and he hopes he’ll see you again one day.”
It’s completely silent over the other line, Eddie desperately hopes that what he said was good, that it’s what Stan would’ve wanted. Eddie looks over to Richie who’s sitting in a chair at the other side of the room with a worried look. Richie has a soft smile for him and Eddie feels himself relax just a little bit.
There’s some sniffling on the other side of the phone then a voice that sounds a little taller than it had a few seconds ago. “Thank you so much.” And when she hangs up, Eddie doesn’t blame her at all.
…
It had been a lot for the entire losers club to handle in the past week. On top of Eddie, who they had already mourned over, being alive and not even injured, the news he had was beyond comprehensible. Most of them didn’t believe him at first, Bill had laughed out loud when Eddie explained that he went to what looked like heaven, he claimed there was no such thing and even if there was, he couldn’t imagine Pennywise’s victims actually getting there. Mike agreed that there could’ve been a force of magic stopping them from actually going to heaven and Eddie supposed he had to sort of agree, but what he saw was heaven and he stood by that. Granted, he wasn’t actually sure what limitations the heaven had. Stan said every Pennywise victim, surely that had to include the horrible people like the Bowers gang, would they be allowed in heaven? Do innocent people go to this heaven? Do bad people find themselves in their own personal hell? Eddie didn’t know.
Eddie mekely talked about Georgie then. He didn’t know much but he knew that, according to Stan, he had to of been in that heaven with multiple other kids for years, he wasn’t alone. And now he was definitely not alone because Stan was there with him. Bill got quiet then and it made Eddie feel like he had said something wrong. He was really trying to be as sensitive with the topic as possible but maybe, with all the years of struggling for closure, this could be too much.
That thought left his mind when Bill looked up at all of them with tears in his eyes but a smile on his lips. “Thank you,” he whispered.
…
Richie had never felt so depressed yet relieved to be walking back into the commons of Derry, specifically the Derry Town House. Depressed because he was supposed to already be halfway back home at that point but relieved because he was beside the man he loves. He could stand another night in the old building if it meant walking out the next morning hand in hand with Eddie.
When they walked back into their room, Richie was quick to throw himself onto the bed and snuggle into the Derry smelling covers and almost drifted off into sleep right then and there. “Jesus, Eds, I haven’t felt this exhausted since the first time I fucked your mom!”
“Beep beep, Richie,” Eddie grumbled. When Richie didn’t feel his warmth near him, he slowly picked his head up and looked over to the chair. Eddie looked anxious where he sat, fiddling with his fingers, similar to how he looked the night they got in Derry.
“Hey,” Richie said warmly. He picked himself up from his position on the bed and walked over to Eddie. He crouched down to eye level with his friend (boyfriend? Lover? He doesn’t know now) and tried to give him a comforting smile. “We killed It, okay? Nothing’s gonna get you.”
Eddie sighed and shook his head. “No, Rich, it’s not that…”
They stayed silent for a moment longer, Richie was really waiting to see if he had more to say but when the silence dragged on he decided to prompt him with a hand on his knee and a nod of his head.
“It’s just,” Eddie groaned, “I know what I have to do, I know what the next step is, I just don’t know what to do afterward.”
Richie rocked himself on the balls of his feet then let his body fall back and sit there. “What do you have to do?”
Eddie shrugged but he knew the answer, “I have to leave Myra. It’s long overdue and, honestly, I’ve been wanting to do it ever since I signed that damn marriage license.”
The other man chuckled a little at that, “what? The vows weren’t what made you realize your mistake?”
“Uh, yeah,” Eddie scratched the back of his neck, “there- well, there- there wasn’t a wedding.”
The silence then was very, very awkward. Richie always sort of wondered if Eddie really put that much effort into a marriage he wasn’t even happy in, but he didn’t realize that Eddie actually didn’t put any effort into the marriage.
“I know, I know-” Eddie groaned again, “ god, I know, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t walk down the aisle to her. To somebody I don’t love. Technically, I didn’t even propose to her either. My mom told her that I was going to, then Myra told me she knew and started trying to plan a wedding. I tried to tell my mom that I wasn’t ready to get married, but since she was dying at the time she guilt-tripped me by claiming that I was trying to tear away the experience of having a daughter-in-law and grandchildren from her.” He let out a bitter laugh at the memory and it made Richie’s heart twist. “Funny enough, she died before we married and I still couldn’t find it in me to call it off.”
Richie watched him for a few more seconds, watched the heartbreak and misery dance in his eyes before he prompted him to keep speaking again. “Why are you afraid of what comes after?”
A selfish piece of Richie was silently aching at the thought of Eddie being afraid because of Richie. It’s no lie that Richie had already been imagining a life with Eddie, he was already planning on leaving Derry with him that next morning but he couldn’t stop his mind from planning the rest. He wanted to take Eddie back to his home, the one he had picked out in a nice neighborhood with a nice park nearby. The home was big and spacious, he picked out comfortable furniture that wasn’t even remotely his type but he always imagined that someone (someone he couldn’t remember) would one day walk in and love it. He had a first-aid kit in almost every room and even though he didn’t really care to actually pull them out if he got hurt, he imagined someone would be proud of him for it. The place was always stocked up with sweets he didn’t even care for, but he always ate them because they always brought back a memory he couldn’t see clearly or place right. Strawberry ice cream was always in his freezer even though his favorite flavor was rocky road. He didn’t know why he did all these over-the-top things for a person he couldn’t even remember the name of but he always did it without a second thought. He didn’t know until he saw Eddie standing next to a fish tank in a Chinese restaurant not even a week ago.
“I don’t know. I mean, I have a vague plan. She’ll probably want… everything, so I’ll probably just take my clothes and end up in a hotel for a few weeks, then I’ll have to start-”
“Wait.” Richie cut him off and put his hand off as if to sign it too. “Why would you be staying in a hotel?”
Eddie looked at him with a puzzled look as if it was obvious why. “I… I won’t have anywhere to live, Rich, I can’t be on the street.”
“Yeah, obviously,” Richie stood up then and walked over to where Eddie sat, “that’s why you’re going to be staying with me? I thought that was obvious.”
The smaller man stared blankly at Richie before his face broke out into a confused, hesitant smile and was followed by an equally confused and hesitant laugh. “What? Richie, there’s no way I could do that to you.”
“You’re not doing anything to me-”
“I can’t just walk into your life like that, that’s not- I can’t.”
“Oh please,” Richie rolled his eyes, though it was in a fond gesture. “You didn’t just ‘walk into my life,’ you’ve always been there, even if I didn’t remember you.”
Eddie still shook his head, “it’s too much, I can’t do that to you.”
“Do what? Hurt me? Trust me, Eds, it’ll hurt way worse if I have to walk out of here without you by my side.”
The older man just sighed and looked down at the floor then. Richie thought he was going to cry, he looked like he was going to cry and that thought broke Richie’s heart. He’s cried so much already and Richie knows he’ll cry even more if he finds himself alone in a hotel room come the following week.
“Eddie,” Richie placed his hands on the latter’s shoulders and leaned down to press a kiss on the top of his head. “I love you, I always have. Even when I didn’t remember you, I always loved you. You were always in the back of my mind, always plaguing my thoughts. No matter what I did, I always had this sexy little gremlin of a man who talks faster than the sound barrier can handle.”
Eddie chuckled at that and looked back up to meet Richie’s magnified, purely love-filled eyes. “I’ve been waiting for you, Kaspbrak, I’ve waited my whole life for you and I’m not going to let you go a second time.”
The two of them smiled and both of them knew the answer then.
…
At 12:36 am the next day, Richie and Eddie were already on the road outside of Derry and on their way to Chicago. There was still a lot to do, not only did Eddie have to tell his (soon to be ex) wife that he was alive and ready to split, but both men had to let their jobs know that they didn’t die and that a few things were going to have to change.
For one, Eddie had to let his company know that he’d be working in a whole other state. Also, he might want to beg not to lose his job considering the fact that he went at least three days without reporting back to them. Oh, and he’s going to actually need to sign up for therapy this time, all the losers will but him and Richie already discussed it and decided to make appointments very, very soon.
Richie will have to make some changes too. He had two shows scheduled for the days he went missing so he’ll have to deal with the refunds and the consequences of losing that money, not to mention the fact that all shows will have to be canceled until further notice due to the fact that he’s recovering from… trauma. On top of all that, he’s going to have to come up with some excuse as to why he was gone out of the blue like that and why he’s suddenly moving in a man they’ve never met before. It sounds like a dumb thing to have to explain but apparently his business is their business. Oh, and he’s going to be writing his own material from now on.
“Dunno why you’re gonna start writing your own material now,” Eddie mentioned as they ate in his car during their drive. “You still have the sense of humor of a thirteen-year-old.”
“Yowza!” Richie chuckled, “Eds! Think of my fragile ego!” then he winced when Eddie flicked him in the side of the head.
“That’s not the only thing that’s fragile, I see.”
“Gee, Eds,” he rubbed at the spot on his head but smiled nonetheless, “maybe you should write my material from now on!”
“Hm!” Eddie placed his burger on his lap then threw his hands up in the air like he was presenting something, “I can see it now! Richie Trashmouth Tozier’s comedy special, How I Killed a Literal Demon Clown Twice, written by his fellow repressed gay man.”
“Fellow repressed gay man, eh? Is that what they call boyfriends now?” Richie barked out a laugh at the thought of it, “my name is Richie Tozier and this is my fellow repressed gay man, Eddie Kaspbrak!”
Eddie cackled right next to him and nodded his head, “if anyone else in the audience has a fellow repressed gay man, please stand up! We want to give you a round of applause!”
Richie knows he hasn’t laughed that hard in years, hell, he knows he hasn’t even been that funny in years and he wasn’t even the funny one.
“Y’know, Eds,” he said as he chucked a ketchup packet at Eddie’s head, “I think I figured out why I couldn’t write my own material before.”
Eddie giggled, “why’s that, Trashmouth?”
“Well, I think I need a special Kaspbrak by my side to truly be funny.”
Eddie stopped laughing and just smiled at him then, it was true that his recorded humor wasn’t the same as the funny shit-talking boy he knew back in Derry. Eddie wondered, as he watched his shows, if that’s just how Richie was now. Words couldn’t express how relieved he felt when he saw the man face-to-face and realized that he hadn’t changed a bit.
“But since I don’t have your mom anymore, I guess I have to settle for you.”
“Shut the fuck up!”
…
They were close to Richie’s home now. Richie knew the way around like the back of his hand at this point, meaning that he got lost a few times because Richie doesn’t know shit about the back of his hand. But when he finally knew where he was going, he started to feel himself get twitchy and anxious. Would Eddie like the house? Shit, would Eddie like living with him? Would he be enough? Is he enough right now? Is this what Eddie really wants?
“Richie, I can hear your thoughts from over here,” Eddie whispered because the silence in the car was to thick for him to break.
“Sorry, Eds, guess I’m just thinking.”
Eddie nodded his head, then he shyly looked down. “I’ve been thinking too.”
“Oh?”
“Mhm.”
“Do tell!”
Eddie huffed out a laugh then sat himself up in the car. “Maybe this is a bit forward, but I think me and you are on the same page about this.”
Richie turned his head to look at Eddie then with a confused look, “what do you mean?”
The smaller man sighed and shrugged his shoulders, “I was just thinking… That when we’re settled in together, like with our jobs and my marriage and just living together, that I want to marry you.”
Richie froze then, his thoughts coming to a complete stop and his heart skipped at least three beats. The whole world seemed to stop for just a moment, then it kicked into full gear and Richie couldn’t answer fast enough.
“Yes!” He gasped out.
“Yes? You want to marry me?”
“Yes! Yes, oh my god, yes! Fuck, of course, I want to marry you!” Richie leaned over and pressed his lips against Eddie’s then peppered them all over his freckled face. “Please, yes, fuck! Yes, let’s get married.”
Eddie’s giggles were like music to Richie’s ears and Richie was just soaking it all in. But, really, what’s the rush?
They have forever.
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Surprise Bitch - Part 8
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 1986
Warnings: None
Requested: No
Summary: Meet Haley, a girl who loves dancing and her youtuber brother, Alex. What happens when Alex invites 9 famous boys to surprise his sister in his upcoming video?
“Jisung” Haley croaked. The boy jumped as he wasn’t expecting to hear his name being called. Turning around quickly, he looked at Haley, who’d finally awaken. Rushing over to the bed, he sat on the edge “Are you okay? You scared me—I mean us, you scared us” he attempted to correct himself before she caught on to what he said. “I don’t know” she tried to say but her throat was dry, making Jisung hand her the water from beside her bed. She thanked him quietly before downing all of it, feeling slightly better.
“What happened? Where is everyone?” she racked her brain but could only remember dancing in the studio last. Jisung only gave her a worried look, “Haley, you passed out in the middle of practice. We had to call Alex and he brought you back home. They’re in the living room.” Before he could stop her, Haley scrambled to get out of bed, almost falling to the ground in the process due to how weak her body was.Thankfully Jisung caught her before it was too late, “Woah woah, you gotta take it easy Haley.” Looking up with pleading eyes, “but I want to see them.” Squatting down, he looked back at her, “then hop on” before lifting her onto his back. Haley wrapped her arms around Jisung’s neck and rested her cheek upon his shoulder as he carried her to the living room. Nobody noticed their presence until Jisung coughed, making Alex’s head turn. “HALEY! You’re awake!” Alex bolted from the couch to run over to the two. “Please don’t be loud, my head still hurts.” Haley shut her eyes as she buried her face into Jisung’s neck, causing goosebumps to rise at the contact on his skin. Apologizing immediately, Alex rubbed a hand across her back “do you wanna sit down?” “Yes please.”
Jisung placed her on the loveseat and moved to sit on the floor, but Haley quickly grabbed his arm making him look at her “sit with me please.” Sitting next to her, he threw an arm across the back of the seat, Haley immediately laying into his side for maximum comfort. Jisung couldn’t deny the increase in his heart rate as the girl cuddled into him. The rest of the guys just watched the interaction, deciding not to press on the topic, more concerned about Haley. “So does anyone wanna explain what happened?” Haley looked around at the guys. “We could ask you the same thing” Alex raised an eyebrow as the girl winced. “I was just tired, that’s all.” Alex scoffed, “Bullshit, I know you’re hiding something because you won’t look at us. Spill.”
Fumbling with her shirt, she mumbled quietly “I kinda haven’t eaten since dinner yesterday.” “I’m sorry, WHAT?” Alex stared bewildered. “Haley you can’t do that to yourself. No wonder you fainted.” She looked up at the group sadly, “I’m sorry. It’s just that…I was extremely nervous about dancing for you guys after Alex suggested that you guys should come along. I didn’t mean to worry anyone.” She looked down feeling ashamed. Jisung brought his hand down to rub along her arm as an attempt to comfort her before moving it back to the back of the chair in order to not make her feel uncomfortable. She was already ill from today’s events, the last thing she needed was to be upset. Jisung decided to speak up, “Just promise us you won’t do that again.”
“I promise.” Haley looked into his eyes, silently thanking him.
“Will you please eat something now?” Alex begged the girl, who nodded her head, “ramen?”
“Chicken flavored please” She smiled at her brother, “and a coke.” Throwing her a thumbs up, he proceeded to prepare the meal for Haley as the boys hung out with her in the living room.
“Haley can I ask you something?” Chan hesitated.
“Of course.”
“Does this happen often?” Jisung felt Haley tense, ready to tell her she didn’t have to answer, before Haley opened her mouth. “I’ve skipped meals before but this is the first time I’ve fainted because of it.”
Seeing their disappointed looks, Haley sunk further into her seat, “I know it’s not healthy. I need to work on doing better, but it’s hard sometimes.” Chan gave the girl a sympathetic look, “Love, no one is judging you. We’re not one to talk considering how we don’t always take care of ourselves like we should. So we understand how difficult it is. That’s why we have each other to help take care of us whenever we aren’t in the right state to do it on our own. Lucky for you, you have nine more people who are here to do that for you.” Feeling overwhelmed with love, Haley’s eyes began tearing up, “Thank you” and as she sniffled, the boys ran to embrace her into a group hug, making her laugh as she wiped away any spilled tears.
“Um what’s going on?” Alex walked back into the room, looking very confused as he held a bowl of ramen in one hand and a coke in the other. Looking between Alex and the guys, Haley just shrugged “to be honest, I don’t really know.” Alex handed Haley her food and drink before sitting down on the couch, “um okay …moving on. Do you want to watch something?” Haley nodded and smiled as she watched him press play on her favorite anime, Soul Eater. As she ate her food, she and the others watched happily as they cuddled up either on the floor, couch or loveseats. Feeling a little more brave, Jisung pulled Haley closer to him as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, making the girl nuzzle even further into his side, if that was even possible.
Two hours had passed as Alex looked at his phone, realizing that it was past 8 o’clock. Pausing the show, all heads turned to him, “I don’t know about you guys but I’m hungry.”
“Oh thank god, I thought nobody would ever say anything.” Chan melted in relief.
“Anywhere specific y’all want to go?” Alex asked the group.
“Mcdonalds” Haley suggested.
“Let me guess. Because you want chicken nuggets?” Alex smirked. Haley sheepishly smiled in return. “That okay with you guys?”
“I’m down for chicken” Woojin clapped enthusiastically. Chan just groaned, “I don’t care as long as I have food in front of me in the next fifteen minutes.”
“Well it’s a good thing Mcdonalds is only five minutes away.” Everyone gathered into cars, with Alex driving one with Felix, Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Minho as Chan drove the other with Haley, Jisung, Woojin, Jeongin and Changbin. Following Alex there, Chan began playing music, catching everyone’s attention in the car. “This is my favorite song” Haley announced as she sang along to 19. Jisung’s heart swelled at her confession about his song, proud of himself. They pulled into the parking lot of McDonald’s, piling out of the cars to head inside. “Order first, we’re paying” Chan declared as he pushed Alex and Haley forward. After all orders were placed, they found seats in the back away from anyone else. Twenty minutes later, an employee shouted Chan’s name as he and Felix walked to the counter to grab all the food. Back at the table, they proceeded to pass out the food. “Which one of you ordered twenty chicken nuggets?” “That would be me” Haley replied sheepishly, as everyone, but Alex, looked at her shocked. “You’re gonna eat all that?” Jeongin questioned. “Um yeah, now can someone hand me my fries?” Haley did grabby hands, waiting for her request to be filled. Chan just looked at her dreamily, “I need me a girl like you.” Haley just winked at him and she started eating.
In the meantime, Jisung felt a pang of jealousy after watching his hyung flirt with the girl. Sulking in his seat, he felt someone nudge his shoulder. Glancing over, Haley stared at him with cheeks full of food, holding a chicken nugget out to him, “want one?” Already forgetting the situation from before, he smiled before grabbing the nugget from her as she smiled as him.
“So I have a request” Haley announced as the group silenced, waiting for her to continue. “Would you guys be willing to record a cover with me?” She peered at them with hopeful eyes.
“Of course. What do you have in mind?”
“I haven’t done I am YOU yet.”
“Do you know the dance already?” Woojin questioned the girl, who crossed her arms across her chest and leaned back in the chair with a smirk on her face, “of course I do.”
“So when are you wanting to do this?” Changbin wondered.
“Well you’re going to be here for like eleven more days and I work all next week so we’d have to do it after I was done.” At the mention of their soon departure, the atmosphere turned gloomy, not wanting to leave each other. “I wish we could stay longer. We’ve had a lot of fun these past two days, minus the studio incident.” Everyone nodded their heads along with Felix’s statement. “We just have to make the best out of the time we have. Granted you’ll have more time with Alex considering he works from home but I’ll be sure to make time for you guys too.” Haley smiled at the boys as they began to clean their mess before heading back home. In the car, Haley sat between Jisung and Jeongin in the backseat. Conversation bloomed inside the car while Jisung remained somber as he leaned his head against the window, watching the scenery pass by in a blur. Haley noticed the change in his mood, nudging him, he turned his head to look at her. “Are you okay? You seem a little upset.” She looked at him, her eyebrows furrowed. He gave her a small smile that didn’t quite seem to reach his eyes, “Huh? Oh yeah, I’m okay.” Staring at him for a few more moments, she nodded her head before he turned back to the window. Before looking away, she couldn’t help but notice how his face had fallen, hers doing the same. Back at the apartment, Haley and the boys stood next to the cars. “I guess we should head back to our place. We’ll talk to you later” Chan noted, as the others began piling into the car. The two waved goodbye, Jisung catching Haley’s worried stare, giving her a short wave back as he entered the car. Driving away, Haley followed Alex inside the apartment announcing that she was going to bed, Alex doing the same as they bid each other goodnight before heading their separate ways. Changing into shorts and an oversized t-shirt, Haley grabbed her laptop and climbed into bed, pulling up Netflix to watch The Office.
Half a season later, Haley finally shut off her laptop when she realized that it was already two in the morning. Thanks to her unintentional slumber after her incident earlier in the day, Haley still didn’t feel ready for bed. Speaking of the incident, she realized she never got the chance to finish learning the choreography with the guys. Her mood dropped as her mind wandered to how Jisung’s mood had changed during the car ride after eating. She may not have known him for very long but she could definitely tell that something was up with the boy. But what could it have been? The girl wondered to herself as she tried to recall the events from the evening, coming up absent-minded. Uneasy with the thought that she might have done something to upset him, she grabbed her phone as she opened her messages. Finding his contact, her finger hovered over the keypad, debating with herself as she remembered how late it was. Willing to take a chance she typed the message before pressing send.
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In-Character Interview
Rules:
1. Choose an OC.
2. Answer them as that OC.
3. Tag 5 people to do the same. (Tag as many as you wish)
I was tagged by: @grumpy-jedi <3
I’ll tag: @shimmer-like-agirl @allisondraste @queen-scribbles @ariela-of-aedyr and anyone else who wants to do this (or has done it, but wants to do it again with a different character!)
I couldn’t choose between Cait and Kai, so I did it with both, but I’ll put them in separate posts for ease of reading. Here’s (post-Deadfire) Kai!
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1. What is your name?
“Call me Kai. Just Kai, please.”
2. Do you know why are you named that?
“I chose it.” She shrugged. “Sorry it's not much of a story, dear.”
3. Are you single or taken?
“I am spoken for. I hope you don’t mind if I don’t say more than that. He’s a very private person.”
4. Have any abilities or powers?
“I’m a fairly studied wizard,” she said with barely concealed excitement. “I don’t know everything, of course, there’s always more to learn. I don’t like to brag, but I’m especially talented with offensive magic. Fire, in particular, is a favorite of mine.”
5. Stop being a Mary Sue.
“You first, my dear,” she said coldly.
6. What’s your eye color?
“Green. Dark green, if you care for specifics.”
7. How about your hair color?
“Very red, very curly,” she said with a wry twist of her mouth. “It certainly makes an impression, I’ll give it that.”
8. Have any family members?
“I assume my parents and brother are still alive wherever they are, but they don’t matter,” she said matter-of-factly. “Two sisters and a sister-in-law. They do matter. And Aloth and Eder. They’ve been there for me more than most.”
9. Oh? How about pets?
“I think it’s more like Eder has a lot of pets and he keeps them in my house. Most of them are pretty sweet, so I don’t really mind. I could do without the talking skull, though. He’s very rude and doesn’t let me sleep.”
10. That’s cool, I guess. Now, tell me something you don’t like?
“Meddling gods. When decisions are made for me or I’m not given a choice. My parents. My hair.”
11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?
“I read a lot. I like to study languages, in particular.”
12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?
“You don’t live as long as I have without hurting anyone, dear. I try to avoid it as much as I can, but it is inevitable on occasion.”
13. Ever… killed anyone before?
“It comes with the territory, I’m sorry to say. Sometimes people simply do not wish to see reason, and some people simply need killing.”
14. What kind of animal are you?
“A raven, maybe,” she said after thinking for a moment. “Clever and a bit tricksy and also considered to be omens of Berath. It’s a bit on the nose, actually.”
15. Name your worst habits?
“I don’t sleep as often or as much as I should. I can be cold and emotionally reserved. I have a very bad habit of running from my problems, but I’m trying to work on that.”
16. Do you look up to anyone at all?
“No,” she said coldly. “Every hero I’ve ever had has let me down. Just try to be better than who you used to be. It’s the same thing everyone else is doing.”
17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?
“I’ve never experienced much by way of sexual attraction. With one very notable exception. Well, two exceptions, but they share a body so I don’t think they should be counted individually in this case.”
18. Did you attend school?
“Yes. Private tutors until I was old enough to attend the academy, and then two universities after. What’s the point of an elven lifespan if you don’t use it to learn as much as you can?”
19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?
“If I ever get married, it will not be for a long time. I do, however, have an adopted daughter, Vela. I never would have thought I wanted kids, but she is a gift. Kidnapping her is one of the best decisions I ever made.”
20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?
“If so, I’ve never met them. I don’t know why I would. Most of my work isn’t really something you get famous for.”
21. What are you most afraid of?
“That I will grow up to be my mother.”
22. What do you usually wear?
“I like flowy things that don’t slow me down, dresses or loose shirts. Bright colors. I’ve become very fond of some of the Principi fashions here in the Deadfire. Especially the hats. Have you seen the kind of hats pirates wear? Glorious.”
23. What’s one food that tempts you?
“Does coffee count?”
24. Am I annoying you?
“Only a little, dear, but don’t worry about it.”
25. Well, it’s still not over!
“Oh. Lovely.”
26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?
“I feel like calling myself ‘high class’ is giving myself too much credit,” she laughed, “but I am nobility, if that’s what you mean. My father is an erl and I myself am a thayn in the Dyrwood. Or I was. There was an incident with my keep, I’m afraid, and it’s no longer quite… existing.”
27. How many friends do you have?
“A few. I have traveled with a fair number kith in my time, but only a few I’ve been close enough to call friend.”
28. What are your thoughts on pie?
“Depends on the flavor, I suppose. And I don’t trust meat pies unless they’re very clear exactly what kind of meat is in it. Dyrwoodans are a bit… vague, on occasion.”
29. Favorite drink?
“Red wine and black coffee, depending on the time of day. Mostly coffee.”
30. What’s your favorite place?
“The library in Caed Nua. It’s mostly rubble right now, but we’ll rebuild it someday. Quiet and surrounded by books, maybe with Aloth and a glass or two of wine. Nothing better.”
31. Are you interested in anyone?
“I am in a relationship, as I mentioned earlier. I’m rather confused why you didn’t ask this then.”
32. That was a stupid question…
“There are no stupid questions, only stupid answers. Unless you’re implying that my answer was stupid, my dear?”
33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?
“I’d prefer neither, thank you. I’m on rough terms with Ondra even on a good day. But if I had to choose, the ocean. It has tried to drown or freeze me slightly less.”
34. What’s your type?
“Quiet, I suppose. Not quite the right word, but... someone who I can spend a whole day with and not feel exhausted by it. Who will talk with me for hours or that I can just sit with and read in silence. There’s a lot of noise in my head, and not all of it’s mine. And a lot of it that is mine still isn’t really mine. It’s important that they understand that, and even better if they’re able to quiet it a little.” She smiled primly. “But I suppose that’s not really what you’re after, is it? I’m very fond of blue eyes. Strong hands. Intelligence, most of all.”
35. Any fetishes?
“That’s a bit personal, isn’t it, dear?”
36. Camping or outdoors?
“When it’s necessary, I suppose. I think I’d prefer the comfort and safety of my own bed.”
#oc meme#tag meme#kai cirdani#I have missed your voice in my head kiki#it was good to hang out with her again
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For you (anything) - Jin
WTSILY #4 - Jin Chef au
“Okay, I specifically said the backdrop ought to be gold… This is yellow, people! Now remove that thing, it hurts my eyes.”
“Yes, doves. We ordered doves but this morning we got a bunch of pigeons instead.”
“What do you mean the linen came in Ecru?! Boss specifically said it should be Ivory!”
“Y/N, when you’re done I need you to sign some things!”
Y/N looked up from her clip board briefly and gave a quick nod. She wasn’t entirely sure who had asked—too busy checking her list through.
The latest wedding project was in a week and there were a few things that needed to be done still. The last few days of preparations were always the worse but there’s nothing Y/N—Seoul’s top wedding planner, couldn’t handle. She had been through worse than delivery and color mix ups. The toughest ones were when her clients didn’t get along in decision-making (there was one time the bride and groom took a week to decide on their wedding cake flavor alone) or when brides have cold feet. That’s why Y/N always stuck close to her bride’s hours before the big event—making sure they’re comfortable and making sure they won’t be running away.
“Y/N, it’s eight. Don’t you have somewhere you need to be?”
Y/N looked up from her clipboard and saw Janice, one of her colleagues, holding a delicate flower arrangement and giving her a knowing smile.
“I…do?”
Janice chuckled and plucked the clipboard from her hand. “You’re seriously lucky to have the most patient boyfriend in the world, Y/N. You have dinner with him at seven.”
Just then, it all clicked. “No! I wouldn’t forget. Let me see…” she took the clipboard again and flipped through the schedule, seeing that she had a meeting with the caterer at 7. She showed her the form, “See? I have a meeting with…”
“The caterer.” Janice finished for her before grabbing the clipboard once again. “Who is also your boyfriend, if you’ve forgotten?”
Y/N blinked once, twice, before realization hit her. She was juggling three weddings this month and she had forgotten one of those weddings booked her boyfriend’s business to be the caterer.
“Hey, go on, I’ll take over here. He’s probably waiting. And those dishes aren’t going to taste itself, you know?”
Y/N smiled at her gratefully before taking her phone out. “Thanks Jan. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
“See ya! Tell Jin I said hi.”
Y/N smiled before turning and moving towards her car on the lot out back, all the while sending a quick “Sorry, got caught up. Be there soon. :*”
As she was halfway to the restaurant, by the stoplight on the second intersection, she received a reply:
“I’ll be waiting :)”
“Good evening, miss Y/LN.”
“Hey Jay,” she gave the young server a small smile before her eyes searched for that one familiar figure. The restaurant was still packed, as it should be during this hour. “Where’s Jin?”
“Second floor; he has everything set up for you.”
Y/N smiled in thanks before moving up the stairs to the second floor. What welcomed her made her heart stop.
The set up was just as her clients had asked: everything from the centerpiece down to the linen, plates and utensils set up on the table was spot on. She sighed, thinking if only all her business partners were like this. It would definitely make her job a lot easier.
Y/N moved towards the array of dishes on the table and knew they were delicious by a single glance. She didn’t need to taste them as Jin never disappointed in that department. All his restaurants were rated 5 stars for a reason.
“You’re late.”
Y/N turned at the sound of the familiar voice and she swore she felt her heart skip a beat. Jin stood by the doorway, still donned in his chef uniform with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. She remembered the first time she had ever met him: exactly like he was now at one of his restaurants uptown. She remembered thinking how handsome (she may have stared longer than necessary and forgot to introduce herself) and polite he was with how he had offered to feed her after the meeting, as well as the rest of her staff. After that, they started seeing more of each other as Jin’s business became more popular and every bride and groom wanted him to cater their wedding.
It was almost too easy: falling in love. Jin made it easy with his sweet smile, his gentlemanly gestures, and his ability to put a smile on her face. Even his awkward tendencies and dad jokes became endearing.
And perhaps Jin did bribe her a little with the food. Food was life, and who was Y/N to say no to good food?
“Sorry babe, things were a little crazy back at the venue and—“ Y/N didn’t get to finish her sentence as Jin had reached her in three long strides and gathered her up in his arms—before leaning down to capture her lips in a sweet kiss.
If Y/N thought his food tasted divine, there were no words to describe Jin’s kisses. It was simply put, on another level; the type that made your toes curl and your heart drum like it was trying to escape from your chest.
When they parted, their cheeks were flushed and their smiles were brighter than the sun. Y/N thought how she could look at him all day and never get tired.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Hungry?” Jin asked with a chuckle before taking her hand and leading her towards the table.
“When I am ever not?” She laughed as Jin pulled out a seat for her. “And besides, it looks like we have some food tasting to do. My client wanted a—”
“Oh that?” Jin scoffed as he pushed her chair a bit closer to the table. “The bride and groom came in earlier today and tasted everything already. She loved it,” before Y/N could say anything he added, “I tried calling you around lunch, but you weren’t answering.”
Y/N’s mouth hung open for a moment, realizing that Jin practically did her job—crossing out a huge chunk in her list. She felt so relieved and thankful that she couldn’t find the right words to say.
Thank you didn’t seem enough.
Jin moved over to the serving tray and picked up two plates before returning to the table to serve it in front of her. Y/N smiled when she saw the dish.
“I figured you were busy. But tonight, just try to relax please?” He kissed the crown of her head. “For you. I made your favorite.”
Y/N’s gaze softened as she watched her boyfriend take a seat on the opposite side of the table. She watched as he placed the table napkin on his lap, feeling a sense of peace at watching him doing something so mundane. Jin often stayed at her apartment and she at his depending on their schedules and she liked watching him cook in the kitchen more than she liked to admit. They were both early risers and so their bonding often took place in the kitchen; with Y/N lounging by the counter drinking fruit juice while Jin whips up something absolutely delicious by the stove.
As if feeling her stare, Jin looked up and smiled shyly when she caught her staring.
“What? Is there something on my face?”
She shook her head slightly. “No…” she looked down at her food and grabbed a fork—smiling. “I just, it’s been a really tiring day but you somehow managed to turn it around.“ She looked at him then and their eyes locked. “As you always do. So thank you. I just want you to know that.”
A soft expression passed over Jin’s face, endeared and touched by her words. He held out his hand and Y/N took it, their palms sliding over each other and fingers intertwining in a perfect fit.
“For you? Anything.” Jin smiled before bringing her hand to his lips for a kiss.
Y/N’s heart fluttered at the gesture but she gave him snort to hide how completely head-over-heels she was at that moment. “You’re such a sap.”
“A very romantic sap and you love it.” Jin winked which made her chuckle. He then grabbed a spoon before digging into his dish and reaching out to feed her. Y/N opened her mouth and took a bite, then closed her eyes and moaned slightly at how delicious it was.
Jin chuckled. “Good?”
“Really really good! God, I could marry you right now.”
Silence hung in the air, and Y/N realized what she had said a little too late, unable to hold her tongue and keep her thoughts to herself. She instantly blushed when she caught Jin smiling to himself.
“I…I mean…”
“Why don’t you?”
Y/N paused, unsure if she heard him right. “What?”
“I said,” Jin chewed for a second before swallowing then looked at her, his expression serious. “Why don’t you? Marry me, I mean.”
Y/N’s gaze softened at that. “You want to?”
“More than anything.”
Y/N was practically screaming on the inside at how quickly he had replied. “Is that an official proposal?”
Jin bit his lip before pushing off his chair and standing up. Her eyes widened when she saw him retrieve something shiny from the right breast pocket of his uniform.
“Oh my god. Wait—You were serious? You already have a ring?!”
Jin looked at her like that wasn’t obvious already. “Yes. I ah…” he looked down, suddenly shy. “I had one since June.”
Y/N’s mouth hung open. She never thought Jin had planned on proposing for so long… It was already December!
“But… why did you wait so long?”
Jin was looking sheepish as he rubbed his nape. “I tried, several times. I just… I was finding the right—perfect time, I guess. And I wasn’t sure if you wanted to settle yet. I know you have a career going for you and I just wanted to support you and—“ Jin stopped when he was suddenly engulfed in a warm embrace.
Tears threatened to spill from Y/N’s eyes as she hugged him, unsure however she got so lucky to have someone love her this much…To have someone like Jin in her life.
“Stupid. I would have said yes without delay.”
And this time, it was Jin’s turn to cry. Relieved or overjoyed? It was definitely both.
END
To the first person in BTS who has ever made my heart race, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Hope you guys enjoyed this! Tell me what you think ;)
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- Kaye Allen
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Back to Autumn
Summary: When the beginning of fall has rolled around in Neverland, you find yourself missing what the season was like back home. Peter catches you reminiscing over these old autumn memories, and tries to recreate them for you (literally).
Word Count: 1875
Warnings: None
You could practically feel the cold, crispy air on your face as you walked through the woods. Your grin couldn't have been wider as you looked up at the tall, sturdy trees all shedding their green foliage for the season. Orange and brown leaves greeted you instead, and everything about the scene felt so familiar, so comforting, so much like...home.
Felix's barking voice ripped you out of your daydream. "Y/N, hurry up sharpening those spears already! Pan demands that we have everything ready for the fall equinox celebration before sunset, and I will not be slowed down on the account of you."
Felix's scrunched up face would normally make you laugh and roll your eyes, but today, you just solemnly resumed sharpening the wooden weapon in your hands without a word.
At first, you'd been thrilled to hear that there was a "fall equinox celebration" in Neverland. Instantly, you had pictured how beautiful the forest would look set ablaze with warm autumn colors, which then made you picture how beautiful fair-toned Peter would look stood underneath the trees with warm autumn colors. The idea that this time of the year you held so dear to you when you were home could continue in your new life was more than thrilling; it seemed like a gift.
It wasn't until you heard the other boys chattering about the holiday that you realized fall in Neverland wasn't what it was back in Storybrooke...at all.
First of all, in Neverland, the leaves didn't change color, nor did the temperature really drop more than three degrees. Essentially, the island was in summertime year-round.
Second of all, all the cute, fall festivities you would have done in Storybrooke like shopping for Halloween decorations or sipping frothy, pumpkin-flavored drinks at Granny's Diner were not a thing in Neverland. In fact, you had listened, in horror, as one of the boys exclaimed how excited he was for the big animal hunt, a competition in which Peter awarded whichever boy could slaughter the most animals and have the bones to prove it.
So, basically, the beginning of fall in Neverland was more like the ancient Pagan version rather than the commercial, modern-day version, with slaughtering and saying a weird chant around a fire and all.
After you'd completed your work (and Felix whined and eventually stomped off over your spear "not being sharp enough to stab a quail, or even a Lost Boy"), you glanced around the camp and then headed alone down the path into the forest.
You didn't really know what you were expecting. You closed your eyes, trying to envision it as much as possible:
Big, fiery trees, both orange and red, looking both so warm and so alive;
The smell of apple cider and bonfires in the chilly air, cold enough to need a jacket but not cold enough to be biting;
A boy with the perfect brown, tousled hair, holding your hand and pulling you down the pathway, brown leaves falling all around him, shaping his face until he pulls you in and...
"Y/N, what in God's good name are you doing?"
You spun on your heels, feeling your cheeks go hot.
Peter looked at you with a bewildered expression, his arms crossing over his chest and his head tilting to the side quizzically.
You tried to imagine what you looked like right now: a crazy fool, standing in the middle of the forest with her eyes closed and her hands bawled up into fists, trying to wish herself into another dimension.
Great.
Peter cleared his throat, and you realized he was waiting for an explanation.
"Oh, um, I was just..." You started, but Peter's eyebrows were arched at you, and you knew there was no easy excuse to get yourself out of it.
You decided to go with the truth, no matter how awkward and strange it would sound.
"Fall...fall was a really big deal when I was back home. As a kid I remember it was the one thing I would really look forward to every year, because I loved seeing the leaves change color and everything get cold, and I guess I just miss that."
You'd avoided Peter's eyes as you talked, not wanting to see the possible judgement on his face. But when you finally looked at him, you saw he wasn't grinning coyly or crinkling his nose in disgust. Instead, his face looked oddly...sympathetic.
Peter nodded, he himself glancing up at the trees around the two of you. "I can understand that, Y/N."
Now you had your eyebrows arched at Peter, half expecting him to make a snarky joke out of it. "Really? You can understand that?"
His eyes fixed back on you, sensing the skepticism in your voice. "Yes, I can."
Peter proceeded to walk around you, adopting a gradual pace down the path. "Believe it or not, I haven't known Neverland my whole life either. Where I came from is, or..."
He paused, as if the memory took strength to recall, and you took a few strides until you were following closely behind him,
"...was very different."
You became aware of the fact that this was the first piece of personal information Peter had ever shared with you, and the thought made your chest tighten.
Why was he telling you all this?
Peter didn't continue talking, so you just let him lead you deeper into the forest, the crunching of twigs under your feet the only thing filling the silence.
Finally, the two of you came to a clearing, and it took you a minute to register that Peter had stopped walking.
You turned to face him, only to see him extending a hand out towards you.
You took a step back, your first instinct with Peter being to assume a cautious stance before anything else. "What are you doing?"
"Y/N," he said, gesturing towards his outstretched hand. You looked down at it and then back up at him, raising your eyebrows.
"Y/N," he repeated, his voice firm but not mean, "Take it."
When you hesitated once more, Peter stared into your eyes, as if making a wordless promise. "Y/N, you can trust me. I'm not going to hurt you. Just take my hand."
Reluctantly, you reached out and grabbed it, and instantly, the world around you transformed.
You gasped, almost letting go of Peter's hand, but he held on tight to you, giving you a look that said, "Hold on."
Suddenly, the scenery around you became something very familiar. The forest floor turned to pavement, the trees becoming small, quaint shops and businesses all dressed up with fall wreaths and pumpkins.
You were no longer standing in the forest, but instead in the center of Storybrooke.
You let out a breath, feeling for a moment you were about to cry. Then you remembered Peter was there, and you turned to him, your eyes wide with astonishment.
"How...how did you...?" You tried to ask, but something out of the corner of your eye caught your attention.
Across the street was Granny's diner. Through the windows you could see Granny pouring coffee and Red serving their first pumpkin pie of the season. Inside were all the townspeople you'd known, wearing their warm coats and talking to one another, laughing. Two little kids ran out of the diner and towards the farmer's market, chasing each other around a pumpkin.
The whole site made your heart ache.
"What you're seeing is not real, but instead a specific memory you hold of Storybrooke." Peter spoke into your ear, following your line of sight to the kids playing in the pumpkin patch. "This is the version of fall you must be remembering the most."
Feeling a tear escape your eye and slip down your face, you nodded, knowing fully well which memory you were reliving.
Lifting the hand not holding Peter's, you pointed at one of the little kids. Breathless, you whispered, "That's me."
Peter's face transformed with surprise as he stared at the child you pointed to. Then, he looked back at you, seeing the tears that had fallen down your face.
"I was only five years old. I..." You started to speak, but your voice faltered, a small sob coming out instead.
Gently and wordlessly, Peter let go of your hand.
Just as quickly as it had appeared, Storybrooke began to fade, the shops and kids and Granny's Dinner vanishing before your eyes.
Now you were back in the forest, still holding Peter's hand as if nothing had ever happened.
You quickly let go of him, using your hand to wipe the tears from your face. You tried to recompose yourself, not wanting Peter to think any further that you're a vulnerable mess. Instead, you tried to harden your voice, questioning, "How the hell did you do that?"
Peter was still looking at you, and instead of answering your question, he said, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to upset you with this."
You sniffed, trying to play it off and wishing he would stop looking at you like that. "No, no, it's fine. Really, it was just..."
"Overwhelming?" He guessed.
You nodded.
The wind ran through the trees, finally distracting Peter enough for him to get his eyes off of you.
"I used to think it was a dumb power," he began to explain, and for a moment, you forgot what you'd asked him. "I didn't think it would be helpful unless I was trying to get into someone's head and figure out their fears or something. You know, as a manipulation tactic. I think this is the first time I've used it for something...good."
The wind swept his hair above his eyes and carried his scent towards you, and you realized Peter kind of smelled like fall all the time.
"So, you can just touch someone and see their memories?" You asked.
"Kind of. It's more like I can see their strongest memories. Whatever they're holding onto the most." Peter turned to face you once more, and for a minute, his eyes lingered on your palm.
Taking your hand into his again, he stepped closer to you, his chest nearly touching yours.
His green eyes looked meaningfully into yours, and you felt your heartbeat quicken.
"Y/N, I know what it feels like to leave a large portion of your life behind. So whenever you want to go back home and experience fall, you can come find me. I'd be happy to go there with you."
The sincerity of his words and the close proximity of his face to yours made your head feel light, and you nodded, letting a small smile onto your face.
"Thank you, Peter." You told him, and you hoped he meant what he was saying, not only about taking you back to Storybrooke, but about wanting to go with you.
Then, even more unexpectedly, Peter leaned in and kissed your cheek.
Your surprise must have been visible on your face, because Peter began to laugh, which in turn made you begin to laugh, resulting in the both of you laughing harder.
When you both finally calmed down, Peter pulled you back in the direction of camp, his fingers still intertwined with yours.
It's true that you really hadn't been looking forward to fall in Neverland.
However, with everything that had happened, you knew the season couldn't be that bad as long as Peter was by your side.
Hi dears. I apologize for the long hiatus. With fall starting, I couldn’t help but upload this small little imagine, at least to get the season started! I’m going to try to start uploading more again and responding to inbox messages, but I can not set a definite upload schedule as I can unfortunately only write when I have the time now (which seems very rare). I hope everyone is enjoying their time back to school, and I hope to be able to talk to a lot of you soon! With love always, E
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prompt: HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃 I was wondering if I could request a demon/angel! Au scenario with Monsta x Changkyun? Like Changkyun is a demon and the reader is an angel and they fall in love? Preferably angst but a happy ending. And feel free to take your time! I’m in no rush :) also did you do anything special for Halloween? ✨
hello!!! i really didn’t, i went to my mom’s friend’s halloween party, tbh. what about you, my new nonnie?
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You were a good kid.
You always had been and always would be. You were an angel, of course, so it wasn’t odd. Nobody knew, though. The only way they would know would be if they, themselves, were an angel, or a demon. You’d never met them, but you knew that they had to exist - after all, you did, why wouldn’t they?
But you didn’t know any demons until him. Your roommate, who you’d been friends with since college, invited you out on a rare day off. “You’ll love him, he’s an angel.” You knew humans didn’t use that literally, hell, you’d known that in heaven. But [Y/F/N] had never called you an angel before, despite not knowing, so you held onto hope.
You agreed immediately after that. What if you weren’t really alone? You could always go back to Heaven, but you liked Earth. Humans were weird, yes, but they were funny. Some angels never laughed. But another angel here? They must be like you.
The day took an eternity to arrive. [Y/F/N] woke you up hesitantly, knowing that you didn’t specifically like mornings. They made you homesick; the sunrise, the warm feeling, the knowledge of a new day. But that day, you were ecstatic to be awake. “When are we meeting?” you asked.
“About twenty minutes. The cafe’s only five away.”
You grinned. “Perfect.” You got dressed quickly, pulling on a loose, too-large white shirt and a simple pair of jeans. You unplugged your phone and grabbed your shoes on your way out the door, practically dragging [Y/F/N] out. Scratch that, you did drag her out.
“You’re excited, damn,” she laughed, still pulling her shoes on, your grip on her arm unwavering. “You’ve never been this excited to meet a friend.”
Angels can’t lie, but they can avoid the truth. You shrugged, avoiding her eyes. “He sounds interesting.” [Y/F/N] gave you a weird look.
“Didn’t you say that was a bad thing?” You let out a weird noise, knowing that, yes, you had said that being interesting was a bad thing a few years ago when you were still new to Earth.
“Don’t use my words against me!” [Y/F/N] laughed, letting the conversation die comfortably. Your long strides, despite causing [Y/F/N] to be out of breath, did lead to you reaching the cafe in only three minutes. You looked around excitedly, trying to guess who the angel could be.
“There he is!” [Y/F/N] exclaimed, pointing ahead of you. As you followed her finger, your heart stopped, sinking down into your stomach.
When you looked a human, you could see an aura - two, really. The first was a color, a soft white to gray, usually. It was the closest to them, representing how pure their soul was. [Y/F/N] was almost pure white, to the point where it almost blinded you sometimes. That was why you’d trusted her without knowing her.
The second was another color, sort of like a mood ring. The more intense the color, the more intense the feeling. [Y/F/N] was usually some form of pink, a happy color. The color was typically soft, but on some days, it was hot - you thought that if you got too close to her, you’d be burned.
When you looked at [Y/F/N]’s friend, you didn’t see the gradient. He was entirely shrouded in black, and not the black you’d seen in those with intensely unhappy moods. It was darker, somehow, pulling in all of the light that surrounded him, like a black hole. The longer you watched, the more you could see it pulling the second color of those around him down.
[Y/F/N] pulled your hand, tugging you closer to him. As you got closer, resisting only a little bit, his face became clearer. He was handsome, you couldn’t deny, with gorgeous brown eyes. If you were a human, you’d think he was an angel, too, honestly.
“Hello,” he said, greeting the two of you as you approached. He pulled your chair out, shooting you a wink, and you felt your heart start up again as you sat. “I’m Changkyun.” He stuck his hand out to meet yours. You hesitatingly took it, almost shivering at the cold touch. It wasn’t his skin, you could feel his soul through his hand.
“[Y/N],” you responded simply. He withdrew his hand, subtly rubbing the red mark where you’d touched it. So he knew.
The meeting wasn’t super uncomfortable, but you weren’t exactly feeling at home, either. The conversation never lulled, however, leaving you to barely finish your coffee. At the end of the meeting, as [Y/F/N] giddily watched, you and Changkyun exchanged phone numbers.
“So?” she asked, oblivious to your heavy footsteps as the two of you walked back to your apartment. The sunshine, usually a comfort for you, annoyed you. The sky was happy, why couldn’t you be? At least you knew, now, there were demons.
You summoned a smile, hoping that it would be realistic enough to fool her. “He’s nice!” The words felt fake, but you weren’t lying, you doubted that [Y/F/N] could be friends with mean people. Plus, for a demon, he at least acted nice.
She bumped into your shoulder with hers on purpose, one of the things you knew you’d never understand about humans. “Are you going to text him?”
Half trying to blend in and half avoiding the question, you smiled on just half of your face. “Only if he texts first.”
Sadly, he did.
That night, about twenty minutes before you usually headed off to bed, your phone buzzed. You frowned. You never really got texts, and it wasn’t like God was going to call you. [Y/F/N] was really your only friend, and she was right on the other side of your couch, completely engrossed in the TV show she’d flipped on. You grabbed your phone, heart beating in a way you did not like as you read the message from an unknown number.
“Hey, Angel, it’s Changkyun.”
You sighed. “It’s [Y/N], not ‘Angel’,” you responded. His response was immediate.
“But you are an angel, right? Came down from heaven? I’m being literal - you knew I’m a demon.” You knew, but you were still shocked. Demons are supposed to lie - why was he being honest. He sent another text. “How did someone so beautiful fall?”
“I didn’t.” Your response was curt. “I chose to come down. I can still go home.”
“But you won’t, will you? You’re gonna stay here, right? If not for [Y/F/N], for me. You think I’m attractive, right?” His words flowed so easily, and you hated it. Demons can lie so easily, twist reality, but he wasn’t. You decided to play coy as well.
“Yeah, you are. Oh, but alas, I’m not going to date a demon. Goodnight.”
“Who said anything about dating? Goodnight, Angel.” You muttered a quick goodnight to pY/F/N] and went to your room.
That night, you didn’t dream. You remembered.
You were in Heaven, dancing. Your wings were down at your back, pristine and soft. In the midst of the War with the demons, even the simplest of leisures was a luxury. If you could still feel your feet after the past hours of dancing, you were sure they would’ve hurt.
Ambrosia was flowing, the banana flavor sticking to your tongue. You were thankful to be safely in Heaven, you were intoxicated to the point where you wouldn’t be able to tell who was a demon, angel, or human. You switched partners often, not even listening to the music anymore. You felt the rhythm in your veins. You switched partners once more, and the grasp of a cold of a cold hand on yours shocked you. You hadn’t realized how much ambrosia you’d drank; you must’ve been overheating. In your drunken mind, you could’ve sworn his eyes were black through his mask.
“Who are you?” you whispered, scared to break the tranquil spell.
He hushed you. “Don’t. Not right now.”
The song was over before you knew it. Despite the gentle dance, you were breathing heavily. He left for a split second, refilling your cup with ambrosia and grabbing one for himself. His sat in his hands, untouched, but you sipped at yours. You opened your mouth to ask again who he was, but an alarm you’d heard only once before, long ago, sounded before you had a chance.
The alarm had to be wrong. That alarm meant that a demon had gotten into Heaven undetected until now. There were no fires, no death and destruction or black cloud hovering over your home. A demon? There was no way. The war was just about over, the victory of the Angels almost palpable. They’d sent a spy? No way.
Panic arose in your companion’s dark brown eyes as a robotic voice started speaking its mantra. “Demon spotted. Stay where you are.”
“I...I have to go,” he muttered, setting down his untouched glass of ambrosia. He instantly whirled around, heading for the door, before he was stopped by your sudden grasp on his wrist.
“We have to stay,” you said, the words leaving your mouth without thought. His wrist was cold as he ripped it out of your grip.
As soon as your hand was away from him, he was gone, almost barreling through the crowd of angels. His mask fell off, lose from the past few hours, and gasps came from all around him, silence then falling across the room.
“Demon.” The word was a cold knife through your heart, shooting ice through your veins. You were fraternizing with the enemy. You didn’t know, otherwise you wouldn’t have, but you did know that you could get kicked out of Heaven. Angels can lie when they’re home. Why would the Guards believe you?
The doors shut heavily behind him as he raced out, the sound echoing through the large hall. You woke up in a cold sweat. You’d never woken up cold before, and you didn’t like it. You usually woke up overheating, despite your blankets being on the floor and your fan overworking.
You turned to your bedside table as your phone buzzed. The demon - Changkyun - had messaged you.
“You were in my dreams, Angel. Did you remember that night?”
You narrowed your eyebrows and frowned. “I didn’t dream,” you responded. It wasn’t a lie - you had remembered, not dreamt.
“No need to lie.”
You rolled your eyes, a habit you’d picked up from humans, locked your phone and went back to sleep. This time, you didn’t dream. You didn’t remember, either.
When you woke up to your phone buzzing yet again, sunlight was streaming into your room, but you were too tired to appreciate it. You blindly reached to your table, grabbing your phone and answering it. “Hello?” you graned.
“Good morning, Angel.” You instantly awoke at the sweet yet dangerous voice that greeted you. “Sleep well?” You rolled your eyes, even knowing that he couldn’t see you.
“Goodbye, Changkyun.” Without moving your hand, you moved your thumb over the button to hang up.
“Wait, no!” There was panic in his voice. “I...I really need to talk to you.” You moved your thumb away. “I...Can we meet at the cafe again? Just us, no [Y/F/N].”
You hesitated for a second before agreeing. You made plans to meet there in ten minutes, as is he. You walked over to him, watching him stare into a cup of black coffee as if unsure of what he wants to do with hit. You sat down, and he quickly brings it up to his lips, wincing at the bitter taste. Before you sid anything, he stood up, grabbed several creamer and sugar packets, then sat back down. He emptied all of them into his cup, stirring constantly, then downed half of it in one gulp. You watched in half-amazement, half-horror until he sat the cup back down.
“Why did you want to meet here?: you asked.
At the same time, he voiced his question. “Why didn’t you save me?”
You paused, unsure of what to say. “That night in Heaven?” you finally asked.
Changkyun sighed. “I wasn’t always like this. I was human.” That was common knowledge. You...you were my guardian. You gave up.”
You racked your memory. You couldn’t remember a lot of what happened while you were still in Heaven, but you did know that you were a guardian angel. Who had you protected?
It hit you all at once. Im Changkyun, the last person you had looked over before the War. You’d kept an eye on him for just over two decades, but as the War and its Revolution took over your life, you, like most angels, ignored humanity. With nobody watching over them, life must’ve been miserable.
You couldn’t breathe. “I...made you like this?” He blinked quickly, nodding. “Changkyun, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s no big deal.” He let out a shaky breath. “I just wanted you to know. They made us, the last of us with angels out whole lives, hate angels, but…” He trailed off, then sighed. “I can get completely destroyed for this, but fuck it. They showed us our angels, and I fell in love with you.” He put his hands on his lap, then up to his coffee cup to sip at what was left of his drink.
You sat in silence for what felt like an eternity. “I…” You trailed off as Changkyun looked up at you, half-hopeful. “I don’t know what to say. That’s forbidden on so many levels.”
“How so?”
“I…” You trailed off again. “Angels and demons -”
“It’s not forbidden,” Changkyun interrupted. “At least not on my side. Believe it or not, we have rules, and I’ve read every single one. The closest thing is that we can’t give out secrets.”
You’d read every angel rulebook as well, and they’d most likely just assumed that everyone would have the common sense to not even /speak to demons, so there weren’t rules against it. There weren't even social cues against it. You were actually a bit younger than Changkyun, having died early on in life, so even if you were together on Earth, there wouldn’t be judgment from humans. “So...what? What do you want?” You didn’t mean to sound so rude, but you were honestly scared.
This time, there was no hesitation. “I want to make you feel at home.” His eyes looked human as they stared, seemingly into your soul.
“Explain.”
“I want to make you happy. Hell is supposed to suck the soul out of you, but you...you brought my soul back.” He raised his hand to the back of his neck. “God, that was cheesy. Sorry, I just...alie or dead, I’ve never felt this way about anyone. If you’ll give me a chance, I want to be yours.” His hand lay palm-up on the coffee table.
You held your hand under the table, picturing the golden veins that once flowed beneath. Changkyun didn’t pressure you to make a choice, he simply looked at you with soft eyes. You clenched and unclenched your fist under the table before slowly raising it, heart beating fast. You fully expected to change your mind, but you didn’t.
You inched your hand towards his for a minute, before giving in entirely and laying it down on his. Without thinking, you laced your fingers through his. The warm feeling in your chest was nothing compared to the burning feeling that suddenly shot through your back, right where your wings were.
Your hand shot towards your back, ripped from Changkyun’s as you dry-heaved, the loud sound echoing through the almost-empty cafe. The burning on your back was entirely internal; your flesh felt cool to the touch. Tears spilled from your eyes, as you lay on the floor, trying to keep from moving as best you could.
The only person in the diner was a now extremely concerned barista, but when she approached you, Changkyun asked her as nicely as he could to stay away. “Is she okay?” she asked.
“She will be,” he muttered in response, voice almost so low you couldn’t hear it. Changkyun.
He knew what would happen, didn’t he? Demons never change. The War must still be going on - he didn’t want Heaven to have help on Earth. It’s not like the demons could recruit you, after all, you’re not a human, you’re a fallen angel - still more powerful than any demon. The last time Hell had a fallen angel was also the first time - Lucifer.
The burning in your back had subsided slightly for the time being, but it still stung like a wasp when you moved at all. Your face burned, both from the salt of your tears rubbing it raw and the pure embarrassment of believing Changkyun was different from other demons. So what if you had guarded him? He wasn’t lying when he said Hell changes you - you’d seen the aftermath more times than you wanted to admit. You walk towards the door, towards the light of the sun, walking as normally as you could, but still wincing every time the fabric of your shirt touched where your wings had been.
“[Y/N]!” Changkyun called as the small bell above the door rang, signaling your departure and distracting him from his conversation with the barista. “Wait!”
You turn back to him, your face all of the rage and fury you could muster through your soul-wrenching pain. You walked as quickly as you could back to your apartment, silently praying to anyone who would still listen to you to please, don’t let him follow. Your quick footsteps were drowned out by the bustling noise of the city.
If Changkyun followed you, he didn’t follow for long. By the time you were halfway home, you were alone, turning the streets expertly to your home away from home - your only home, now.
“[Y/N]?” [Y/F/N] called as the door half-slams shut. “Weren’t you with Changkyun?” She walked towards you for a second, then ran as she realized you were in an immense amount of pain. She took in your raw cheeks, hand on your back, and red eyes. “What did he do?”
You weren’t sure how to put it. No matter how much he hurt you, and who you were now, you were still an angel at heart and you didn’t want to risk putting his life in danger as well. “No, it’s just my back hurts.” That was the closest you’d ever come to lying, and it terrified you how effortlessly it came out. She looked at you for a second, not trusting your words. It only took a second for it to click in her mind that you had never lied before, and there was no reason for you to lie about this, so she decided to trust you.
“Okay. You need Advil?” You nodded, walking towards your room as [Y/F/N] followed, stopping off at the bathroom. You lay on your bed, pulling your shirt up towards your shoulders. For once in your life, you were actually cold, but only where you could still feel your wings. You knew they hadn’t just disappeared, they had to have been ripped off, burnt off. [Y/F/N] stopped by, making you take some pain medication with a glass of water, then left when you insisted that you were fine. The medication didn’t help.
By some miracle, you managed to fall asleep. Your dreams were weird, and for the first time, you couldn’t remember them. [Y/F/N] woke you up hours later, when it was dark outside. You felt refreshed, however. “Changkyun’s on the phone,” she whispered, holding her cell phone out to you. You sighed, hoping she would assume it was just from being woken up so suddenly.
“What the fuck do you want?” you asked as soon as she left your room, the door clicking quietly behind her. It was the first time you’d ever sworn, in Heaven or on Earth, and it broke your heart, honestly. It was proof that you were no longer an angel, and heightened the chances of you believing you were closer to a demon than an angel.
“Wow, Angel,” he laughed, “does daddy know you use that language?”
“Don’t call me angel. You fucking know I’m not one.”
“What?” He sounded genuinely confused. “What do you mean?”
“You…” You trailed off. “If you’re lying to me, I will kill you.”
“I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I fell. I’m a fallen angel now.”
“What?” Changkyun now sounded genuinely concerned. “How?”
“I don’t know the logistics of it, but I touched you, knowing what you were, completely sober. I...I can’t go home.” You didn’t know when you started crying, but this time, it wasn’t due to physical pain, it was because you had to admit it; you could never go home. “I don’t know what to do.” You stood up, stretching your cramping legs, and walked towards a mirror, terrified of what you would find.
You hadn’t seen your wings in a long time, but you could always feel them there. They weren’t physical on Earth, that much was obvious, they would’ve been impossible to hide. However, they would wrap around you when it got cold enough, keeping you warm automatically. The soft feathers would brush against your shoulders, tickling you slightly, in a comforting way.
You turned around, wincing slightly at what you did see. There were scars, running down your back, right where your wings had been. The skin was raw, just starting to scab over. They were deep enough so that you knew it would scar over, but you didn’t have to go to the hospital. Thank God, too, you had no idea how you’d explain that. Changkyun was speaking, but you weren’t listening, his deep voice becoming soothing background noise.
“[Y/N]?” Your name from his lips shook you out of your dissociative state. “Are you still there?”
“I can’t do this.” You didn’t hang up, but you didn’t offer any further explanation until he asked for one.
“Can’t do what?” His voice was full of concern again. “Are you okay? Do you need me to come over? I’m coming over.” There was a shuffling sound on his end, followed quickly by the sound of a door closing. “I’ll be over in ten. Keep talking to me.”
“You don’t need to come over -”
“I’m already on my way.”
“Okay, fine, whatever.” You winced at your apathetic words. Humanity was terrible, and you hadn’t even been a not-angel for a full day. “I’m fucking broken.” [Y/F/N]’s phone died as soon as the words left your lips.
You waited, testing the limits of your back pain by poking your back, running your fingers over the scarring wounds, and laying on your back, bored out of your mind.
“[Y/N], Changkyun’s here!” [Y/F/N] called from the front hall. You didn’t even have time to navigate before he was barreling through your door, reminding you of the first night you met, all those years ago. It felt like another lifetime, and it sort of was. He instantly engulfed you in a hug, carefully avoiding where your wings once were.
“What happened?” Wordlessly, you pulled out of the hug before starting to lift your shirt from over your back. The scars ran deep, and it was more obvious to him, being a demon and having been guarded by you. “Holy shit.” His finger, still cold despite hot blood no longer running through your veins, traced around one of the scars, making you shiver. “I...I did this?”
Tears dripped down your face yet again as you pulled your shirt back down. You nodded, still silent. “I...I’m so sorry. Oh my God. I fucked everything up, didn’t I?” You sniffled, cocking your head ever so slightly, egging him on. “Even fallen angels can tell if someone’s lying, right? Luci - the King of Hell said so. He could lie, but it seemed pretty legit. Please, please check if I’m lying.” His words were desperate, to the point where you felt the aching in his chest that you assumed he did, as well.
You gently rested your hand on his head, four of your fingers spread across his forehead while one sat on the bridge of his nose. You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply. The warm feeling you got in your forehead, mirroring where your hand was on Changkyun’s, told you everything you needed to know; he was telling the truth.
So demons could tell the truth, they just chose not to. You felt a tear slip through your eyelashes, confusing you beyond belief. You weren’t crying, you were actually a little bit happy - you still had one of your angelic abilities, a small, barely there connection, but still a connection, to your home, Heaven. Your eyes snapped open, just to see Changkyun sobbing silently. His shoulders didn’t move, your only hint towards him crying were the tears streaming down his cheeks. “I’m sorry.” The words heaved from his lips.
“Changkyun.” You spoke for the first time since seeing him that afternoon, voice cracking a little bit. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know.” He sniffed, wiping his face with his sleeve. “I don’t blame you.”
“You can’t go home.” That fucking stung. You knew it, and he knew it, but saying it out loud made it seem so much truer.
“I can make a new home.” The words, even though you knew them to be true, felt like plastic coming out of your mouth. “It doesn’t even have to be a place. Home can be a person.” That was something you’d always learned to say when [Y/F/N] came home with a broken heart, especially when she needed to move back in with you after moving out to live with a partner. “I can be my own home.”
“I want to make you feel at home.” Changkyun repeated what he’d said only a few hours before. “If you’ll have me, I want to make you happy.”
You hesitated yet again. “I...I’ll take a shot with you.” His eyes instantly dried up, a smile spreading on his face, his expression pure love.
He held out his hand. This time, when you grabbed it, despite being cold, it made you warm.
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Will you send 65 questions my way?
1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?
Oh my gOD YES. What if there is no life apart from my own and every person I come into contact with is just a highly thought out illusion in my head and nothing is real?
2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?
2. It definitely depends on where I am when it is dark? Like, I’m not going to be scared when it’s dark in my bedroom because I’m comfortable there, but I’m gonna be heckin terrified of the dark if I’m in the woods? You feel me?
3. The person you would never want to meet?
Ronald J. Stump
4. What is your favorite word?
Cluster or Truffle
5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?
Birch tree binch
6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?
“Wow, I really let myself go” :’)
But no, I thought about how I have mascara rings under my eyes but haven’t worn mascara in 2 days and I have for sure showered since then so why in the frickin heck do I have mascara marks under my eyes?
7. What shirt are you wearing?
An old man’s sweater that I thrifted
8. What do you label yourself as?
Interesting? Adventurous? Quirky? I don’t know, what do you label me as?
9. Bright room or dark room?
Dim room
10. What were you doing at midnight last night?
Being bullied by @parkersenses
Nah, but I was actually having a deep conversation with my little step-sister about life and school advice.
11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?
17
12. Who told you they loved you last?
Lulu @doctormelapples
13. Your worst enemy?
McDonald J. Rump
14. What is your current desktop picture?
….
a racecar…
15. Do you like someone?
I really like my doggo
16. The last song you listened to?
Adolescent by Lostboycrow
17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?
I could never hurt somebody, no way. like, how do you expect me to deal with that radical guilt. my conscience is way too pure for that.
18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?
I would rather not punch people in the face? Does it count if I answer with who I would like to punch me in the face?
19. If anyone could be your servant for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?
Um, I would want to have Harrison Osterfield be my “assistant” for a day. I would literally just have them hang out with me because I need friendship to thrive
20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)
My eyes? or my freckles, even if they are faint
21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?
I don’t heckin know what I would look like. Like me but more testosterone? I would like to just live my everyday life, but observe the differences from male and female treatment that’s incorporated in our society.
22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?
I can juggle really terribly
23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?
I’m not afraid of anything
the past coming back to haunt me
24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.
Bagel for bread, jalapeno cream cheese, lettuce, tomato, smoked turkey, and havarti cheese
25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?
Either on a tattoo, or put it in my college savings. But probably on a tattoo because I have no financial security.
26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?
Montreal Canada binch. Okay no, but probably like NYC or LA or something super stereotypical like that.
27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?
Mike’s Hard Lemonade for decades. honestly, I love lemonade and those drinks are so heckin tasty.
28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?
You have a right to your own opinion, until it infringes on the basic human rights of others. Then ur fined and thrown in jail for being a rude ass disrespectful person thx.
29. What is your favorite expletive?
fuck
30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?
My book “The Perks of Being A Wallflower”
31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?
The drama that went down with my family last summer and earlier this year
32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!
Oooh, maybe London or Barcelona? Or Italy. OH ITALY WOULD BE WONDERFUL
33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?
There was a girl who got into a car accident a few weeks ago, I didn’t know her, but I do know that she was 18 and had just graduated Valedictorian of her class. She had a full ride to college, so I think I would bring her back.
34. What was your last dream about?
A hotel room
35. Are you a good….dancer?
THE ANSWER TO THAT IS YES
36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?
Ah yes
37. Have you ever built a snowman?
Not well
38. What is the color of your socks?
White.
39. What type of music do you like?
All of it idk
40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?
sunrises
41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?
Vanilla
42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)
I don’t know, Michigan State
43. Do you have any scars?
I have a few from accidents when I was younger. I’m a clumsy oof
44. What do you want to be when you graduate?
After I graduate college I’d like to be involved with writing somehow. I really want to work on films or work with manuscripts.
45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
I’d like to be a more energized person
46. Are you reliable?
I like to think so
47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?
Are you happy with your life?
48. Do you hold grudges?
I really try not to. I don’t like to hold on to hatred or anger.
49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?
A fox and a golden retriever? That’d be a fun mix
50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?
I once had a conversation with someone about who had cooler socks? And kept sending pics to each other of our goofy sock collection. That was a strange one.
51. Are you a good liar?
God, I hope so
52. How long could you go without talking?
I once went 24 hours without talking, soooo
53. What has been your worst haircut/style?
I LET MY FRIENDS CUT MY HAIR THE SUMMER BEFORE MY SOPHOMORE YEAR AND I ENDED UP WITH A CHERRY RED ASYMMETRICAL BOB AND IT WAS WAY TOO SHORT FOR MY FACE SHAPE AND IT WAS AWFUL
54. Have you ever baked your own cake?
I cheated and did like an eggless cake or something like that?
55. Can you do any accents other than your own?
Hecking, no. Accents are not my strong suit
56. What do you like on your toast?
Peanut butter or butter with cinnamon sugar
57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?
a little doodled heart probs
58. What would be you dream car?
Ford fiesta? Idk
59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.
I sing in the shower when nobody else is home. That’s about it.
60. Do you believe in aliens?
YES It is literally impossible that we are the only living and thriving society in the entire universe? Like?? The possibilities are endless.
61. Do you often read your horoscope?
Not always, but if it pops up on my dash I’ll look at it
62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?
S or T
63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?
Dragons! Was that even a question
64. What do you think about babies?
I get nervous around babies. They’re such small, delicate humans and I feel too much responsibility being around babies.
65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.
You didn’t ask anything, so I’ll just tell you about my day?? I had a college freshman event today and I met some pretty cool people and it has me less worried about starting college. I also think I’m gonna read and write a bit today, so I’m pretty excited about that. Also, my mom comes back from out of town in an hour or so and I can’t wait to see her.
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I Love You
A/N: @baerrylll gave me my first prompt request and I hope it’s deemed well! It came easier to me than I thought. Y’all were quick with the requests which is MAGICAL. The other ones will be up shortly! It completely obliterated my indents so bare with that. This is unbeta'd (THANK YOU GRAMMARLY!!)
Prompts #11 -His eyes were cold and lifeless as he stared at me. “You have no idea who I am, do you?” and #27- “You love her don’t you?” “Is it that obvious?”
When Spencer called, two and a half weeks after meeting you, signs weren't exactly pointing towards a date. Sure, you guys hit it off when you were introduced but then it was radio silence. You weren’t totally offended but it also wasn’t the best feeling. He was cute and sweet and the conversation was wholly different from anything else you’ve ever experienced.
Maybe that was it? Maybe the conversation wasn’t fulfilling to him. You knew right off the bat that he was a force to be reckoned with, intellectually. He could have spent the entire group dinner talking about theories and psychologists but when you spoke? His eyes never left you. Maybe it wasn’t the conversation.
Maybe it was the job difference. Your best friend Rachel had mentioned something about her favorite cousin being a federal agent, FBI you later deduced, and you were not. You were a DSS and proud of it. You weren’t out there chasing bad guys or investigating murders, but your work was hard and fulfilling. You couldn’t imagine doing anything else.
When the first date turned into a second date, which turned quickly into a third and a fourth and half of a fifth (weather, man.), you came to the conclusion that this could be it. He could be it, The One. At least you had hoped. It took some work but you got along with his team and you knew better than to ask about case specifics. He, in turn, knew better than to ask about your residents. He understood HIPAA and the other laws that permitted you to discuss the finer details about your exact work life.
Formal dates turned into casual get-togethers with his team, or your friends/ co-workers, or just the two of you. You both were at your happiest when sweats and movies were involved. Although, when he would read his favorite poetry to you it was pretty incredible. Likewise for when you would convince him to do some volunteer work at the local cat shelter. The way he looked at you, you just knew.
The home you worked for prided itself on being someplace safe for not only it’s residents but also it’s co-workers, after all, everyone was family. So when it came time for a “family party” (monthly staff meeting that involved you getting your paycheck a few days early) it wasn’t a complete surprise when the conversation turned itself on you. Everyone was still arriving when Cassie, she was 7 months your work senior, sat next to you on the living room sofa with a mug of s’more flavored coffee. She looked a little tired but that’s what happened when you worked full-time, went to school, and had a 3-year-old.
“Heard you had a date last night. What’s that make your total this month? 4?” She asked as she ran her hand through her short chocolate hair as she got comfortable.
You faintly blushed and gave a soft smile. “Yeah. Something like that.”
Melanie, Cassie’s best friend, and fellow 3rd-shifter sat on the sofa, putting Cassie in the middle. “Ooh. Do tell. Where did you guys go this time? Or did you stay in? Hmmm?”
You giggled at your friend’s shenanigans. “No, we went out. His co-workers had told him about this hibachi and he wanted to try it out. So we did. It wasn’t planned. We just really wanted sushi and steak.”
“Look at you guys going on random dates. Going somewhere just because. It’s like Y'all are married or something.” Cassie sipped from her drink.
“Almost.” Melanie winked.
The conversation died down, and the meeting started, but your mind had a hard time straying from what the girls had said, insinuated. You hadn’t even told him you loved him yet, but you couldn’t figure out why. What was stopping you?
You made it home safely from the meeting and decided to settle in for a nap. You’d eventually realize why you had a hard time saying things to Spencer that would make him stay absolutely, make your relationship so concrete.
The dream started like it always did; you were trying to travel somewhere far and you were running late for whatever mode of transportation was going to get you there. It changed, then. Taking the Megabus to the train station turned into taking an unidentifiable convoy to an unidentifiable place. Fear started to settle in you, and for good reason. All of a sudden you couldn’t recognize who was in the vehicle with you, or the passing outside. It was farmland but that quickly turned into a bridge being surrounded by water and that’s when it kicked in. That’s when your aquaphobia made itself known. You weren't even touching the water and it had already begun to feel Ike the air was leaving your lungs.
“Where are we going?” You managed to squeak out.
No one responded. No one turned their heads to look at you. Lemmings, you thought.
“Can anyone hear me?”
Someone sitting behind the driver, a man, began to turn his head around. It moved so slowly, at some point you were concerned about how far he’d turn it. What was he, an owl?
The two of you made eye contact but he didn’t blink, didn’t talk. It was almost like he wasn’t even breathing. But his eyes never left yours. They almost had a familiar feel to them, but eerie. The way he wasn’t blinking definitely wasn't helping.
Then he stood up.
The man turned so he was still within his seat space but his whole body was facing you, You couldn’t quite see his clothes or all the features on is face but you could make out the eyes and the emotion they held.
No, They didn’t hold emotion. Nothing in him held emotion, of this you could tell. You could sense overwhelming dread as he made his way to the aisle of the bus you were still on, that was still going down the road. He was coming right for you but you couldn’t move, couldn’t get up, not that you had anywhere you could go anyway. He stopped right in front of your seat.
You swallowed and tried to move towards the window but he grabbed your wrist and held it tight. Oh yeah, you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. It didn’t help that he had a tight grip, maybe even cutting off your circulation. You still couldn’t look away.
His eyes were cold and lifeless as he stared at you. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”
You inhaled sharply and his grip somehow increased. But that’s when you saw it.
This is it, you thought. This is where I leave Spencer, and I’ll never be able to see or talk or touch him again. No! He doesn’t even know I love him!
“Let me go!” You yelled and squirmed, but his hand wouldn’t release you. “I have to tell Spencer! I won’t be like you! I need to tell him!”
You took a sharp and haggard breath as you sat up. You were in your bed, under your own sheets. After grasping reality, you ran your hands over your face and counted backward from 10. Numbers helped, sometimes. Numbers and food.
Your stomach growling led you to swing your legs over the side of the bed and out of the bedroom. Before you made it ten steps, you could hear his voice coming from the kitchen talking to someone else. When you didn’t hear anyone else, you deduced that Spencer was on the phone. You decided to eavesdrop, give your heart some more time to let up on the hammering.
“I’m sure, Morgan.” A brief pause as you heard him clinking around in the cupboards.
“Yeah, she was upstairs taking a nap when I got in. I figured a quick cup of coffee would suffice and a sticky note. I probably won’t even wake her.” Water running, most likely into the coffee pot to fill the filter.
A shattering of glass was heard before you heard your boyfriend briefly swear. “And that was my favorite mug. Darn it.”
“You breaking her things, man?” Derek’s voice could be heard, he must have put his phone on speaker to clean up the mess.
“It was an accident. I loved this mug. The coffee never got cold, like magic.”
“If you believed in magic. What’s the total damage, anyway? You basically live there. It could be considered your mug.”
Spencer sighed. “Yeah that sounds good on paper, but it’s not my property. It’s hers. I like to respect it as I respect her.”
“By dropping it on the linoleum?” The other man chuckled.
“It was an accident. Besides...I’d never want to drop Leah or hurt her.” Then Spencer gave an almost whisper. “She’s everything to me.”
“You really love her, don’t you?”
“Is it that obvious?” A smack could be heard. “Don’t answer that. I know it is. I want it to be. I-I want...”
“What, Reid? What do you want?”
“I want- I want to be able to tell her that.”
“You haven’t!? She doesn’t know? You mean to tell me that you’ve been seeing each other for almost half a year and you’re basically living in her house, and you haven’t even said ‘I love you’ yet!?”
“Aw, Derek. I didn't know you felt that way.”
“SPENCER!”
“I know I’m sorry! I-I just… I don’t… I...” He took a deep breath. “I know it’s unlikely but she hasn’t said it either so there’s always a chance that she doesn’t feel the same way. I don’t want the thought that all of this has been for nothing. If I say it and it’s not reciprocated then...then it’ll destroy me.”
“Listen to me when I tell you that you have nothing to be worried about. Y/N loves you just as much as you love her. There’s nothing to fear there, man. Just say it.”
Taking the matter into your own hands, you walk around the wall separating the hallway and the kitchen. You walk up to your unsuspecting boyfriend and grab his face, pushing your lips against his.
“I love you, Spencer. Always.”
He didn’t dare do anything besides blink and if your heart weren’t still hammering from the dream and everything that followed you would have giggled at his dumbfound expression.
“Well, that’s my cue. Thank God.” Derek said his goodbyes and then hung up.
Your eyes never left Spencer, and his eyes never left you.
“I love you, too.” At that, he grabbed your waist and pulled your lips back on to his.
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