#she stops at the grocery store to pick up ice cream and snacks before going to comfort steve
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Bye Bi Steve
Thank you @nburkhardt and @doubleb11 for the ideas on this fic! I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!
Now with a Part 2!
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All throughout his life, Steve has denied his interest in guys. He discredited his feelings for Tommy H. as friendship and placed his attraction to Billy as jealousy. He liked girls, had loved Nancy, so he couldn’t be interested in guys. Steve kept telling himself that all throughout high school, all throughout 1985, up until a random day in the summer of 1986.
It had been a shift just like any other, covering for Robin while she mooned over Vickie at the community pool. Steve was organizing tapes in the romance section in a way he knew would infuriate her when she came back when he heard the bell chime. “Welcome to Family Video, how can I-”
He stopped mid sentence when he saw it was Eddie. His hair was pulled back in a bun showing off the contours in his neck as well as a couple of piercings in his ears. His skimpy black T-shirt that showed off his scars and tattoos in equal measure did nothing to mute Steve’s attraction.
“Hey Big Boy, when do you get off? It’s hot as shit out today and I refuse to go to the community pool with all of the religious zealots and their mothers. Fancy sharing your pool with the rest of us peasants, my liege?” Eddie blinked up at him through his eyelashes.
Fuck, shit, fuck! This was not what Steve needed today!
Fortunately, his outward composure remained calm despite his internal crisis. “I work until 10 tonight,” Eddie groaned but Steve plowed through the interruption. “BUT, I can give you my house key so you can swim. You can bring the kids over and use the pool as long as you watch them, alright?”
Eddie nearly hopped up and down in excitement, “thanks Stevie! I knew I could count on you! I love you!”
He went to run out of the store but Steve called him back, “Eddie! I didn’t give you the key. Here, try not to make a mess please?”
“No promises, Stevie. Thank you!” Then, he pranced through the door and was gone with a squeal of the van’s brakes.
Very calmly, Steve walked to the door and flipped the open sign to closed. Then he turned the lights off and made his way to the dingy floor of the bathroom. It was there that he spent the next thirty minutes on the verge of consciousness, having a panic attack so brutal that he thought it might kill him. His entire life, he thought he only liked girls but just a moment of seeing Eddie looking so hot so effortlessly was enough to unravel everything he thought he knew about himself.
Once he wrapped his head around being attracted to Eddie (he’d seen monsters with faces that opened up like a flower filled with teeth, there were stranger things than finding a hot guy hot), he realized that he needed help. He couldn’t go to Eddie for obvious reasons and Robin was too busy to help him with his crisis. So he did the only thing he could think of… he called Nancy Wheeler.
Using the store phone at Family Video while hiding behind the counter was a low point for him but so was calling his ex-girlfriend to tell her that he might like guys. He waited for her to pick up the phone for what seemed like forever but was only a few seconds.
“Hello, Wheeler residence. This is Nancy.”
“Nance, it’s Steve. Can you come to the video store to talk? I’m kind of having a crisis and I need to talk to someone. Robin and Eddie are busy and I really need to talk to you because I think I might actually be going insane,” he rambled.
“Steve? Calm down, what’s going on? Aren’t you working right now?” Her voice filled with concern as she questioned him.
“Obviously not well! I had a crisis so I shut the door, it’s fine. Can you please come? Please, Nancy?” Steve was begging her but he hoped she wouldn’t hold it against him.
He heard her sigh and then, “fine, I’ll be there in five minutes. Just- hold on, okay? I’m sure everything will be fine.”
And so, he waited for five minutes in a sense of fake calmness. His hands were still shaking with leftover anxiety and sweat was dripping down his forehead from the stress but he was fine. He certainly didn’t jump a foot into the air when he heard a gentle knock on the door. When he peeked over the counter to see a confused and worried Nancy though, he calmed a little bit.
He unlocked the door and opened it just enough to pull her inside before slamming it closed and locking it again. “Steve, are you okay? You don’t look very good.”
He started pacing back and forth in front of her. “Okay so, I have something really important to tell you and it’s kind of a secret? Like if you tell the wrong person, it could get me killed. But I have to tell someone because I’m pretty sure I’m losing my mind.”
She put her hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “Steve, just tell me.”
“I think I like guys. Eddie specifically, I think I like Eddie.” They both stared at each other in silence. Nancy’s face was blank as she thought over his words and Steve’s heart only seemed to race faster at her nonchalance.
“Okay, is that it?” She asked him.
“What do you mean, ‘is that it’? I’ve been freaking out all day!”
“Steve, it’s okay that you like Eddie. Thank you for telling me and I’m glad you felt that you could trust me with this information. Why are you freaking out about that?” She reassured him.
“I like girls, Nancy! I can’t like Eddie!”
“Why not?” She asked with her eyebrow raised. “No one can tell you how you feel besides you, Steve. If you like Eddie, then you like Eddie. There’s nothing stopping you from liking girls and boys.”
“Nance, you have to be either gay or straight. There’s no in-between.” He said in frustration.
“Yes there is. I read an article about bisexuality, it’s when you’re sexually attracted to both girls AND guys. So if you like Eddie and still like girls, it sounds like you’re bisexual,” she explained to him.
Steve’s eyes widened but his voice was small when he whispered, “and that’s okay? It’s okay that I’m bisexual?”
Nancy gave him a soft smile, “of course, Steve. It’s perfectly fine to be bisexual. And I’m pretty sure that Eddie has a thing for you too.”
Steve grinned at her words and pulled her into a hug that she returned gently. “Thanks Nance, I needed that.”
“Of course. Things may be awkward between us but we’re still friends, Steve. And I meant it, I’m glad you felt safe enough to tell me.”
They talked for a few more moments and by the time she left, he felt a lot lighter. He was bisexual and that was okay.
~*~*~*~
It took a few more weeks of coming to terms with his sexuality before he could tell Robin and Eddie. Both of them had come out to him so he felt safe in the fact that they would support him whole-heartedly. Even then, it came out accidentally while watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show at their weekly movie night at the Harrington house.
“He’s hot, I’m digging the fishnets,” Steve said while throwing some popcorn in his mouth.
Both Eddie and Robin snapped their necks to look at him. Eddie looked a little hopeful while Robin looked offended. “Steve, you can’t just say that. Are you seriously making fun of our favorite movie?”
Eddie’s hopeful expression turned mutinous at her words and he scowled. “That’s not cool, man. We’re trying to share one of the most important movies in queer culture and you’re mocking him because he’s wearing fishnets? What, does that infringe on your fragile masculinity so much?”
Steve hurried to backtrack and set the bowl of popcorn down on his coffee table away from his flailing arms. “What, no! I seriously just think that Tim Curry in fishnets looks hot, I’m not making fun of anything!”
“You’re not gay, Steve,” Robin told him confusedly.
“I’m half gay! It’s called bisexual, it’s when you like guys and girls. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about it, I was still wrapping my head around it…”
“What, you’re serious? Steve, that’s not a thing. Bisexual is what people say they are when they’re so much of a slut they’ll go for anything.” Eddie said, shaking his head.
Steve looked to Robin, hoping to get some reassurance but only received a scathing look in response. “Being bisexual isn’t a thing, Steve. It’s just what people call it when they pretend and try to hurt the people that are actually gay. I can’t believe you would do that.”
“I wouldn’t! I’m serious, I like both guys and girls. I’m not trying to hurt you guys or be a manwhore. I really am attracted to both. I thought you guys would be more understanding,” Steve’s voice trailed off at the end in hurt. He never even fathomed the idea that they wouldn’t accept him. Their support had been guaranteed in his mind so now that he didn’t have it, he didn’t know what to do.
Eddie scoffed, “Steve, you’re just confused. You have to be either gay or straight, there’s no inbetween. And you’re the biggest ladies-man I know. You like girls.”
Steve sighed. He felt like his best friends were attacking him for no reason. He finally found his people, felt safe and loved by them, and then ruined everything by being honest. He couldn’t believe that the people he loved and trusted the most were rejecting him.
“I just told you that I like both. Yeah, I do like girls. I love them, I think they’re great. But I also like guys. I don’t know why you guys aren’t accepting that, especially after I accepted both of you but I think you should leave.”
“Steve-” Robin tried to speak but he cut her off.
“If you guys can’t accept me for being bi, I think you should leave,” he said sternly. To his complete and utter heartbreak, they each picked up their things and walked to the door without another word.
Robin turned around just enough to tell him, “Steve, you’re just confused. You’ll get over it eventually and when you do, give me a call.”
And with that, she closed the door behind her.
Steve didn’t even try to stifle the sobs as the ‘Sweet Transvestite’ song played in the background. He rewound the tape on autopilot, tears streaming down his cheeks all the while. He’d just lost two of his best friends, two people that he’d gone through everything with, just because he was a little too different.
With tears still streaking down his face and sobs wracking his frame, he made his way to the phone perched on the wall. He dialed the Wheeler’s number in a haze and only came back to himself when he heard Nancy’s voice filter through.
“Hello, Wheeler residence. This is Nancy.”
“Nance,” he said, barely decipherable through his tears. “I told Eddie and Robin that I was bisexual and they told me that it wasn’t a thing! They left and I don’t think we’re friends anymore! After everything we went through, they left because I like guys and girls. What is wrong with me, Nancy?”
“Are you serious? They left just like that? Steve, listen to me. Nothing is wrong with you and you are valid in your feelings. Honestly, if they can’t accept you then they don’t deserve you,” She told him seriously.
“Nance, I don’t care if they deserve me or not. They’re all I have. The kids come and go, my parents hate me, and Hopper checks in sometimes but I can tell he has better things to do. Robin and Eddie are the only friends that I have consistently. And you I guess. But if I lose them, I lose everything.” Another sob tore from his throat and even Nancy started to tear up on her end of the call.
“Steve, no matter what, you have me. I know that’s not good enough but I’ll always be here for you. I’m going to go talk to them and fix this. Just relax and maybe call Hopper or one of the kids to come over to check on you, okay? I’ll handle this,” she reassured him.
“Okay, thanks Nance.”
“Of course, what are friends for?” And then the line went dead.
~*~*~*~
Nancy was livid. She couldn’t believe that two members of the Party, two of Steve’s best friends that had been through the same shit as the rest of them, would be so intolerant over who someone else was attracted to. Seeing a giant flesh monster made out of melted humans and a vindictive man that could kill teenagers in their own minds were fine but Steve liking guys and girls was too much? Ridiculous.
As soon as she hung up the phone with Steve, she grabbed her car keys, a cardigan, and her gun then made her way to the Buckley house. Eddie’s van wasn’t parked in front of it so she made her way to the Munson trailer next. Both Robin and Eddie were sitting on the stoop of the trailer and only barely glanced up when she pulled in front of them.
“Um, hey Nance. Can we help you?” Eddie asked her disinterestedly. Although, he became much more interested, and afraid, when she pulled her pistol from her car.
“Get in the trailer.”
“Okay, we’re going. What’s with the gun?” He stammered. Both he and Robin bolted inside the trailer and Nancy quickly followed.
“Nancy, please. We didn’t do anything! Are you being controlled by Vecna or something because you’re pointing a gun at us and we don’t know why. You’re our friend! You don’t want to kill us! Is your favorite song still Girls Just Want To Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper? I don’t know all the words but between Eddie and I, we can probably bring you out of it. Just don’t shoot us!”
“It’s not so nice to be betrayed by your friends, now is it?” She lowered the gun enough for them to relax before she continued her crusade. “Steve called me in tears today because his best friends, the people he trusted to accept him, rejected him and tried to call him confused when he said he was bisexual. Do you even know how much that hurt him? He called me three weeks ago having a crisis because he realized he liked a guy and didn’t know he could. After I explained it several times and assured him that it was okay, I told him that you guys would accept him. Not only did you guys trample all over his feelings, you’re also making me look like a liar. And I am not a liar.”
“Nancy-”
“No, Eddie! When you and Robin came out to the Party, we accepted you. You were nervous and scared to tell us but we all accepted you because someone’s sexuality doesn’t change who they are as a person. Steve was just as nervous to tell you that he was bisexual and you ridiculed him. What if we had done that to you when you told us? Eddie, what if Dustin had laughed in your face and told you that you had to be confused? Robin, what if Max had yelled at you and said that lesbians didn’t even exist? Whatever you imagine that would’ve felt like, Steve is feeling it right now.”
Tears were dripping down Robin’s face and Eddie had paled several shades. Both of them were at a loss of what to do and neither one could find any words to say.
In turn, Nancy dealt the final blow. “The worst part is that the reason he figured out he was bi was Eddie. You were his bisexual awakening and then you ridiculed him for it. He feels awful now and I don’t know if he’ll forgive you guys for this.”
Eddie’s face paled even further and Robin brought a hand up to her lips in shock. Nancy just shook her head, tucked her gun into her waistband, and walked back to her car. She’d done what she came to do and now she had an ex-boyfriend to comfort.
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#nancy is steve's biggest ally in this fic#especially since the only reason she knows about bisexuality is because she's bi herself#if eddie and robin hadn't shown remorse she would've shot them#she stops at the grocery store to pick up ice cream and snacks before going to comfort steve#eddie and robin make it up to steve eventually but he always remembers that they didn't support him right off the bat#stranger things#steddie#fanfic#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#nancy wheeler
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I was rereading some of your works and this line stuck out to me
‘Enji is keeping up with all your cravings, no matter how weird. You're craving ice chips? Alright. You want ice cream at 3 am? The fridge is stocked with your favs. Oh no, you want soft serve? Its okay, princess, I'll drive us there. I'm sure they'll open the store for the no. 1 hero.’
I immediately pictured him, banging on the front door of the shop, absolutely panicked because his “baby” is hungry for ice cream and is worried that she’ll cry because of pregnancy hormones
HAHAHAHAHA YESSSSSS and like u can't blame him??? He's already so protective of you as his daughter, but not that you're pregnant with Ratsuki's baby, his protectiveness increases ten folds. Who knows what that devil's spawn is doing to your poor body???? How much pain you're in because of Ratsuki's baby????
Ugh, he just- even if you tell him how excited you are to gave this baby, Enji just can't stop fretting over you because you're his baby! Always were, and always will be!
Yandere dad Enji with pregnant daughter reader is literally so cute because there is nothing that will stop this man from making sure that you are healthy and comfortable and yes, he will still hold you whenever you're feeling down, baby bump or not, you weigh nothing to him🥰
You're feeling emotional and end up calling Enji (instead of Katsuki cause he's busy with work) and he hears a wobble in your voice? BAm, papa is at your door step in 10 minutes with ice cream and snacks and warm cuddles. Feel free to bitch about Katsuki to him (actually dont, he will kill him)
Ever since you got married and moved in with Katsuki, Enji had been missing your company. And once you had returned from your honeymoon and visited him, he realised just how terribly he missed you. So of course he grabs any opportunity to spend time with you. Baby checkup? Okay, papa Enji is coming to pick you up. Grocery shopping? How odd that he's also out of groceries. Cmon, lets shop together, and maybe some cute (SUPER EXPENSIVE, LUXURY BRANDED) maternity and baby clothes to spoil you. Nothing to do at home? Well, you can always help out dad at his work! Enji's sending a car to drive you to his company 🥰 And its like, even if you do have plans with Katsuki, Enji will pull some strings to make sure that Katsuki gets stuck at work while you sulk at home, awaiting your husband. But Enji will come to console you, cry on his shoulder baby. Sometimes, Enji will drop by unannounced, especially if he finds out that you're spending the weekend with Katsuki's parents. He'll be bringing in a boquet, kissing you on the cheek, before wrapping his coat around you, telling you that you must come home with him right away. And you're all like "??? Dad! I'm here with my in laws. I cant just up and leave-!" And he pulls the big sad eyes and says "Its Rei." and you automatically sigh and nod before going to apologise to Kats parents for cancelling your plans with them, claiming there's a "family emergency", which isnt a lie because yandere Rei is an EMERGENCY at all times. Its just, you've always known your mother's mental health was detoriating, but the rate at which it detoriated increased ten folds when you moved out. She's always been protective of you, because of all the trauma and because you're her youngest, so of course... she took it the hardest when you left her side to be with Katsuki. And before your marriage, you swore to your father that you'll always be there to help him with Mom, whenever needed, no questions asked. Its the only reason Enji gave you his blessing marry RATsuki. So whenever he misses you too much, he tells you that Rei is having another "episode" where she's screaming your name, crying that someone took you away and is hurting you, is resorting to harming herself, etc. And sometimes Rei does have these epiosdes, other times she doesnt, but it doesnt matter to either of them because if they want u home, you will come. And as soon as Enji has brought you to the Todoroki estate, your're running (or waddling) inside, immeadiately engulfed by your mother who will now proceed to coddle you and fret over you non stop for the next couple of days (spoon feeding you her food, brushing your hair until you dose off, rubbing your baby bump while humming lullabies. Enji's having the best time too becuase he gets to tuck you in at night and wake u in the morning and have more daddy-daughter ice cream dates with yall) until she's better or... well, your husbands comes to fetch you.
And Rat- KATSUKI, sees through all their BULLSHIT! But you dont and thats why he cant call them out on it. Thats why he must be the more patient one between him and your greedy parents.
#yandere enji todoroki#yandere enji#yandere rei todoroki#yandere rei#yandere bnha#yandere bnha x reader#bnha headcanons#yandere mha#bnha imagines#yandere todoroki clan#yandere endeavor#my hero academia x reader#mha x reader#platonic yandere#yandere todoroki family
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Idk why the idea of Fk ari not having it when reader wants to go get some things from the grocery store late at night alone. Like she’s craving some ice cream so she’s like “im gonna go buy some brb” and ari is just like ?????? Wait for me ???? And she’s like “ill be quick stay here” and he’s just “absolutely fucking not im going or no ice cream”
omg yes !!
"It's just down the road—"
"I don't care!" Comes Ari's muffled voice.
Just a second ago, he was lounging on the couch in his grey sweats, strumming away at his guitar while you did a puzzle on the floor. Then, you spotted your designated ice cream mug (a thrifted mug with a crude cat painting) on the shelf. For a split second, you got excited for some ice cream before you went to bed, but then you remembered you had finished the tub yesterday.
The only option to feed this abrupt craving? Late night ice cream run.
You were fine going alone. It didn't make sense for Ari to get dressed to come along when you could just take your bike and be back within ten minutes at max.
"Look, you either wait a fuckin' minute, or you don't go at all and I'll go pick it up alone."
"That doesn't make sense!"
"It doesn't have to. Stop pouting, I don't have to see you to know you're doing it."
Your frown disappears. "So bossy..."
You roll on the heels of your feet, cocking your head at the quarter-finished puzzle on the floor. It was a peaceful garden with plenty of colourful flowers and too much green. Over half the pieces were different shades of green. It was going to take a while to complete.
"Oh please, I know you love it." He emerges from the bedroom in jeans with messy hair, and his shirt half-buttoned. He goes to the kitchen and swings open the fridge, then the freezer and the cabinets. "We need to go grocery shopping anyway."
"I was gonna go to the convenience store!"
"And now we're going to the grocery store." He swiftly replies, and takes out several reusable bags, "they have more ice cream flavours anyway—and they have the good ones."
You fall back onto the couch dramatically, "Ugh, but I don't wanna walk around for thirty minutes."
"I'll carry you if I have to." Ari slips on his shoes, stuffing his wallet into his pocket. "Pick a hat for me, sugar."
You begrudgingly point to the pink trucker one with the worn brim, and he puts it on his head, holding back his long brown hair.
"Well, get up then!" He promptly yanks you up, making you crash into his chest with a squeak. "Let's get you all your snacks too, baby, you still like those little gummies?"
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Back Door Lover [read on ao3]
Cosmo says anal is the pumpkin spice latte of sex. Annabeth doesn't much like pumpkin spice. But she likes Percy. And she wants to try it all with him. [explicit]
Annabeth is standing in line at the grocery store when she sees it.
It’s probably also why she’d never thought about it before.
Annabeth Chase is not someone who grocery shops. As someone who actually grew up learning how to cook on a bare-bones budget, rather than relying on magical, physics-defying kitchens to provide all of your sustenance and then some, groceries are solidly Percy’s area of expertise. If there’s anyone who can stretch a coupon or save a cut of meat just on the cusp of going bad, it’s her Percy. Sure, sometimes she feels a little embarrassed at her lack of real-world, non-magical, homemaking skills, but Percy picks up literally all of the slack there, so it’s not an issue.
Until now.
Stuck in a language lab, Percy had tasked her with picking up some things they were running low on, staples like beans and potatoes and cheese. Her boyfriend had been thoughtful enough to give her a list, detailed down to the price point, and sent her off on her way. She had scoffed at his fussing–it’s just groceries, jeez Percy–but entering the strange, alien grocery store, with its vast labyrinth of produce and snacks and frozen foods, with so many different kinds of things her head starts to spin… Well, she’s just grateful he had included which brands to get.
Her small cart modestly full, she stops in the ice cream aisle. What’s the kind she likes again? The one with the blue carton? Fuck, she can never remember. It’s just not something she really thinks about. Whenever she’s sad, Percy hands her some ice cream in a bowl with a kiss on the cheek, and that’s the extent of her relationship with it.
She picks out a blue carton at random, rubbing her thumb against the ice crystals which form against the side. Ooh, olive oil and fig flavor. That sounds good.
Whatever, finals are coming up, there’s some extra money in the budget this month, and she’s going to need this. She tosses it in, rolling the cart onwards towards check-out, a skip in her step.
Annabeth is proud, weirdly enough. She’s done a good job. She stuck to the shopping list, vegetables and all. It’s a small victory, but a worthwhile one.
So she’s already in a good mood when she sees it.
She doesn’t recognize the lady on the cover of the magazine, dressed in a black negligee, pouting for the camera–her name is splashed across the page, but the letters are all jumbled up, and she doesn’t care enough to take the time to try and decipher it. That’s not what captures Annabeth’s attention, anyway; the headline is. For whatever reason, she has no trouble reading this one.
“5 Real Reasons Guys Want to Try Anal Sex.” With the utterly charming (read: dumb) tagline, “Your butt is the pumpkin spice latte of sex stuff.”
Annabeth snorts. Real appetizing.
And yet, she takes the magazine out of its stand. Flips through the glossy pages until she finds the relevant article.
The checkout line moves forward by one person. And Annabeth keeps reading. Look, she’s just taking advantage of the fact that her dyslexia isn’t fucking things up for the moment, okay?
“There’s a male obsession with the butt hole,” writes the author. “Here’s why guys are so into it.”
Annabeth frowns.
Percy’s never expressed any interest in her butt before. Is that bad? Is her butt not nice enough? Does he actually secretly really want to try anal sex, but he’s just never brought it up to her before?
She and Percy do plenty of sex stuff. There’s variety, spice, a little pizzazz in a relationship that was certainly not on the rocks, nor had fizzled out, but had just needed a little pinch of something. Something appealing to the two warriors and war-heroes.
And besides, it’s not like sparring hasn’t always been a form of foreplay for them.
So, as she is no longer laboring under a crisis of being too vanilla to live, she puts it out of her mind, and slides the magazine back in its place. Also, the author had been so slut-shamey. And he (she? Whatever) had not sold her on the concept of anal in any kind of enticing manner.
Watching the digital readout of the cash register as the numbers climb, she resists the urge to tap her foot. If Percy did his numbers right…
$49.45. Eleven dollars under budget. Her boyfriend might actually be a genius.
Of course, it’s only when she hops off the bus twenty minutes later that she realizes she forgot the avocados.
Crap.
***
Percy doesn’t take it too hard.
“Oh! Fuck! Ah!”
Fortunately, Annabeth can’t say the same.
He laughs, low and breathy, his teeth grazing at the edge of her ear.
Annabeth, in her infinite wisdom, has been running a series of covert experiments on her boyfriend. Nothing bad or mad scientist-y, mind you, and certainly nothing that would hurt or upset him. Just some academic curiosity. Simple as.
Her boyfriend eats fish. Now, to be fair, a lot of people do. But given that Percy can literally converse with all aquatic and marine life, she would have figured that he would have sworn off fish entirely. If Percy can claim a cyclops as a brother, befriend a giant, and be raised as Praetor after only thirty-six total hours among the infamously paranoid Romans, then making friends with sea creatures was probably second nature to him. In fact, she knows it is. And yet he still eats fish.
Did he ever think about it? If he did, did he like… care? Does he ever think about the fact that he is eating his father’s subjects?
It’s not like he prefers fish to burgers or anything. She’s almost afraid to bring it up. What if she accidentally causes an emotional breakdown because he never put two and two together?
Percy nips at her jugular, soothing the bright starburst of feeling with his tongue. Gathering up her legs in his arms, he pushes her up further against the bed, her pillow the only barrier between her head and headboard, and picks up his pace. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, yes. “There we go,” he murmurs, kissing her hungrily.
Right. Anyway. The point is, Annabeth is conducting an experiment: do different types of fish affect Percy’s mood? (And by mood, she of course means sexual mood.)
Swordfish made him aggressive. Shrimp just made him more hungry. Octopus made him handsy.
She liked the octopus days.
But, alas, octopus was expensive, so today was a swordfish day. Percy had cooked them some fabulous fish tacos (sans avocado, of course) and then, after doing the dishes, had proceeded to throw her against the door, pinning her body against the wood, bracketing her with hands and thighs.
Which, of course, led to this.
He growls, hands drifting down her thighs, and he grabs her ass, squeezing–hard.
Oh yeah.
Then, the magazine from earlier flickers in her mind’s eye, and she frowns.
Percy, with his finely-tuned Annabeth-senses, pauses, pulling back. “You good?”
How in the fuck–“Yeah,” she replies, her voice a half-gasp. “Yeah, it’s fine.”
“You sure?”
She takes in the pretty picture above her–his nude form, lean muscles flexing, sweat plastering his dark hair to his forehead, his lips bruised from kisses–and she squeezes around him, her pussy throbbing as his eyes flutter close and he groans. “Pretty sure.”
His mouth is on hers in an instant, he plants his knees for better leverage–and he digs furrows into her with his fingers, his hands clenched firmly on her ass. Her butt. Her posterior. And so on.
It’s hard to frown while coming your brains out. Yet, when Percy rolls over, gently brushing her hair from her face, he is frowning, too. “What’s on your mind?” He says, his chest still heaving just a little bit, coming down from such great heights.
Sluggish, she takes a moment. Fish, avocados, magazines. Her butt. “Nothing.”
The slant of his mouth means he’s unconvinced, but he kisses her cheek in the way that means, I’ll drop it for now, but don’t think you’ve wiggled your way out of this one. “Mind if I take first shower?”
Annabeth waves a hand. Given that her legs are currently jello, she couldn’t have objected even if she wanted to.
The soft rain of the shower is hypnotic, lulling her into that lovely, hazy place she goes to sometimes after a particularly intense round of sex. It’s not sleep, exactly–too many residual shocks running up and down her body for it to be sleep, but just this sort of… mental calmness. Which is rare for her. Usually, thanks to her stupid battle instincts, she can’t get her mind to stop racing, so whenever she can get her thoughts to slow down, to consider them one at a time, or even not at all, she relishes it.
Eventually, she will have to get up and shower. Sweaty sheets are no fun to sleep in. But for now, she just lets herself float.
From out of the mental mist, a hand gently jostles her ankle. “No sleeping,” says the voice she loves so well.
“Not asleep,” she mumbles.
“Uh huh.”
Forcing her eyes open, she turns her head to the side. Percy, bone dry and smelling of sea salt and lavender, kisses her nose, before reaching over her, and swiping her bra from its place on the nightstand where it landed after being haphazardly tossed aside an hour or so ago. “Hi,” she says.
“Hi yourself. You need help?”
She shakes her head, pushing herself up on her elbows. “Just need another minute.”
She spends that minute observing her boyfriend’s naked form as he picks up the rest of their clothes, dumping them in the closet hamper, before grabbing himself a clean pair of boxers and shimmying them on.
They’re blue and have fish on them. And she’s about 75% sure they were a White Elephant gift at the Saturnalia party that Frank used all his battle tactics to make sure Percy took them home.
Percy thinks they're great. But Annabeth kind of wishes he’d skipped them.
It slips out before she realizes what she’s said. “Your butt is really nice.”
Percy stills, then turns his head, smirking at her over his shoulder. “What was that?”
Annabeth groans.
He sticks his butt back at her, giving it a shake–like a dog after jumping in the water. “Like what you see?”
“No.”
“Don’t deny it–you know you want a piece of this.” And he smacks his own ass. “Oh!” He moans, high and breathy–a perfect imitation of her. “Yes!”
Annabeth flings a pillow at him, laughing. “You’re such a fucking loser.”
If only she had known just how much butts would be on her mind in the coming days.
She cannot stop thinking about it. That stupid fucking magazine. Percy’s butt. Her own butt. She spends whole minutes in the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror from every angle.
Her butt is not the work of art that Percy’s is. It does not look like it was cast in bronze then replicated in marble to be displayed in fine houses and coveted by philosophers who decided that it was the pinnacle of youthful male beauty. It’s smaller, and flatter, and it doesn’t stick out from her body very much, or at all, really. Is that good? Honestly, she has no clue. It’s not like Annabeth has had the time, or the will, to go and do research on butts. She has no idea what constitutes a good, desirable butt, over a bad one.
She loves Percy’s butt, but she wouldn’t necessarily claim it as her favorite of his body parts. He also has great shoulders, great abs, really nice calves, his beautiful chin, his…
Anyway.
Of her body parts, she knows he likes her legs. A lot. Like, a lot a lot, if the occasional dark finger mark on her thigh has anything to say about it. And he likes her hair. He likes to play with it, likes to pull her curls, he even likes braiding her hair when she’s hours deep in a design and can’t spare a few minutes to do it herself.
But does he like her butt?
Or her boobs, for that matter. She knows they’re small. At camp, that was a benefit–armor fits so much better when you have a smaller chest, as the Aphrodite girls, as well as Clarisse, could attest. But what about the real world?
Her girlfriends at Berkeley assure her that it’s not a problem. Percy’s never said anything to even imply otherwise.
And yet.
It sticks in her head, consumes a good part of her waking moments. (Which could be better spent on schoolwork, or date nights, or that one weird quest she had to do for Pomona, of all gods. Who the hell is Pomona?)
It comes to a head one night, during a mutual homework-and-despair-over-the-kitchen-table session. Percy is struggling his way through a book, and Annabeth is struggling her way through building some kind of fucking cube based entirely on drawings. Gods, she wishes she had her old laptop. It could have blasted through this homework set no problem. Sure, that’s probably technically cheating, but what’s a little academic dishonesty here and there?
Across the table, Percy groans. “Why did I let your dad talk me into majoring in classics?”
“You love it, don’t lie,” she says, furiously erasing an errant line.
“This isn’t even classics!” he whines. “I have to read Heinrich Schliemann’s diary.”
She lifts her head, squinting at him. “Who?”
“He’s an archaeologist who blew up half of the Trojan ruins.”
Wrinkling her nose, she snorts. “Shit archaeologist.”
“No kidding.” Percy stands, stretching a little bit. His shirt rides up, flashing a strip of tummy at her. “I’m gonna get some more water. Need anything? Hello? Earth to Annabeth?”
“Hm?” She blinks.
Percy is waving his hand in front of her face. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Annabeth.”
“Yeah?”
“What is going on with you?”
“Nothing,” she half scoffs. “Why? I’m fine.”
His mouth twists. “You’ve been kind of spacey all night.”
“As opposed to other nights?” It kind of comes with the ADHD territory. He, of all people, should get it.
“Well, yeah.” He wanders off, pulling out a couple of glasses from the cabinet. “Usually when you space out, you’re still thinking–you tap your pencil against your paper, or doodle structural joints. But tonight, I’ve barely heard a peep from you.”
…Who even notices that about people? “Why do you know that about me?”
She can feel his smirk, even from across the kitchen. “Because I love you.”
Part of her wants to preen. Another part of her wants to shrivel up and die a little. The first part wins out–barely.
“So,” Percy says, setting a glass of water in front of her. He leans on his hand, the other one on his hip. “Want to tell me what’s wrong?”
She takes it, and drinks, gratefully. There’s no need to rush; she knows he will wait for her. Percy gazes down at her, his eyes crinkled in a delightful blend of concern and fondness. Mostly fondness. Gods, she loves him so much. It would be embarrassing if she didn’t know that it was equally returned. There’s something beautiful about that, in this moment, the two of them in this little bubble of home, just existing together. Inquiries that don’t need answers. Oddness that requires no real justification. Only reassurance that things are mostly okay. Space to breathe. To lay things bare, no matter how strange. Percy will understand.
Raising her eyes to him, she smiles, and asks the question bubbling up from deep inside her subconscious: “Have you ever wanted to try anal sex?”
“Wh–” He gapes, and his hand slips, nearly cracking his head on the table. “Uh, wh–what? Huh?” he stammers, picking himself back up.
“Anal sex.” She picks up her pencil, twirling it for lack of anything else to do with her hands. “What do you think about it?”
Blinking at her, he works his jaw before squeezing out, “...Like, in concept?”
“Yeah.”
“As in, something for us to try?”
“Yeah.” The pencil dances across her fingers. “Are you interested?”
“...I guess?” Percy squeaks, then he clears his throat. “Yeah. I mean. Sure.”
“That wasn’t very convincing.”
“Well, I’m not very convinced yet.”
“Oh.” She frowns, going for another sip to hide it.
“Hey–come on, not like that.” Percy pulls his chair around the corner of the table, taking her hand as he sits down. “It’s not a ‘no.’ Just… Can I ask where this is coming from?”
Shrugging, she chooses to look at their joined hands, suddenly fascinated with the way that her skin shifts as he rubs his thumb across hers. “I dunno,” she mumbles. “Just thought it sounded interesting.”
“Interesting?”
“Yeah.” Flicking her eyes up, they land on that little furrow between his brows that she loves so deeply. “Fun, even.”
“For you or for me?”
What a weird question. “For us, seaweed brain.”
He would get to have butt sex, which apparently guys are totally into, and she would get some reassurance that her butt was good enough to have sex with. Win win.
Percy looks at her, his beautiful green eyes searching back and forth. It’s stupid, but sometimes they really are like whirlpools, and she really can get lost in them. Not that she would ever say that out loud. That would be too embarrassing, even for her.
Then, releasing a breath through his nose, he squeezes her hand again, and knocks his foot against hers. “Okay.”
She perks up. “Okay?”
“Okay. But, uh–” Guiltily, he casts a glance back to his laptop. “I kinda have to finish this reading tonight, so…”
“Oh!” She laughs. “Gods, no, not tonight. I’m going to be up all night with this stupid problem set.”
He chuckles in return, but a little shakily, like he does whenever he barely misses a swipe of her knife during sparring practice. “Rain check, then?”
“Definitely.” She leans over and kisses his cheek, immensely gratified by the light flush that comes over his face.
Oh, this was going to be so much fun!
Butt sex day ends up being pushed back a few times. First, it was the fact that her problem set ended up plaguing her through the end of the weekend. Then, Sofia had invited her to a girls’ night out in the city, and she was far too hungover to even consider having sex. And then Percy caught a cold.
She doesn’t forget about it, though. Every so often it will pop up, distracting her from a sketch or prompting a sudden round of phone research on the toilet, and every time she always remembers that, oh yeah, this is a thing she wants to do. But between homework, social engagements, illness, and Percy suddenly being voluntold to lead a Legion training exercise out in the middle of nowhere for a week and a half–without her, she might add, which was fantastically rude, and was apparently due to something about the Second Cohort’s sour grapes about last time, which was dumb, because it wasn’t her fault that the Centurion cried after she kicked his ass up and down the field–thoughts of anal sex keep falling to the wayside.
Like today, as she comes back from class, holding the mail. Nestled within their mailbox, amongst the letters, had been a small, thin, white package–not an Amazon box, which usually shows up within hours of placing an order, courtesy of one Hylla, but something else. She doesn’t remember ordering anything, so it’s probably for her other half. “Percy!” She calls as she enters the apartment, kicking the door closed with her foot. “Package for you!”
Percy, nearly wedged into their couch, his legs kicked up and holding a PS4 controller with his eyes trained on their little TV, frowns. The console had been a donation from one of her step-brothers, who had decided that he preferred building computers himself rather than buying them outright. “What package?”
“Uh…” Annabeth squints at the label, the tiny letters blurring into squiggly lines. Honestly, she hadn’t even looked. “A… Adam…”
“Oh!” Her boyfriend practically somersaults over the couch, controller still in hand, and swipes it from her. “That package!”
“What is it?”
Percy blinks at her. Behind him, the little guy on the screen gets a faceful of laser gun, and dies, with a sad whine. “It’s–uh–gym stuff.”
“Gym stuff?”
He nods. “Yeah. Frank and I are–we were thinking about starting a weight lifting program in the next couple of weeks. So I got some gloves.” Gently jostling the box, he flashes a strained grin. “For the weights.”
You know, weights are probably not a bad idea for her, either. Jogging with her ankle gets a little bit harder every day, and the idea of building some more visible muscle is pretty appealing. Maybe they could do weights together! “Cool,” she says, already turning her attention back to the rest of the mail. She’s learning to recognize junk by the feel of the glossy plastic, but paper envelopes still frustrate her. “Let me know how it goes.”
Date night gets pushed back a few times, too. You’d think that two people who live together would manage to carve out some time to spend it together, but nope. At least during midterms, anyway.
But finally, after two grueling weeks, midterms are done, New Rome obligations are fulfilled, and Percy and Annabeth have the whole weekend to themselves. They celebrate with a wonderful home cooked meal of pastichio, a light salad with vegetables that Annabeth chopped herself, and earlier she had caught a glimpse of something round and chocolatey, covered in plastic wrap and chilling in the fridge, so she’s just about vibrating as Percy finishes up the dishes. “So,” she starts, tapping her heel against the floor, “when do I get to see what you’ve been slaving away over all day?”
She knows he heard her. Still, he takes his time before responding, carefully wiping each dish before slotting it neatly in the drying rack. It’s maddening. It’s infuriating. It’s kind of making her hot.
Eventually, he finishes, wiping his hands on a dish towel. “Needs to set for another hour, maybe.”
“Aw, come on.”
Her disappointment is assuaged somewhat as he strides over to her, takes her head in his hand, and leans down for a kiss, his tongue swiping over her lips. “Can’t rush perfection.”
Well, how is she supposed to argue with that? “Fine,” she pouts, not really that bothered.
“Besides,” he says, his voice dropping in that way that makes her want to curl up into a ball at his feet. “I have a couple ideas for how to pass the time.”
“Oh?”
“Mmhmm.” He brushes a curl from her face, his eyes lidded and dark. “If you’re interested.”
Sitting up straighter, she reaches up to entwine his fingers with hers. “I could be.”
There’s a brief pause, something almost imperceptible flickering across his face, before he relaxes. Not a bad something almost imperceptible, but just… unidentifiable. If she didn’t know Percy as well as she does, she might never have noticed it.
“Do you remember,” he starts, his voice low and warm, “that thing you wanted to try?”
Does he mean… “Yeah?”
“I was thinking…” His hand drifts towards the back of her head, fingers sliding into her hair like he knows she loves. “Maybe we could try it out tonight?”
“Yeah,” she sighs, more of a moan than she had meant it to be, and he smirks at the sound. Dammit. She’s so gone for this boy it’s stupid. “Yeah. I’d like that.”
It’s happening! It’s finally happening!
He smiles crookedly, stirring up her heart. “Mind if I take a quick shower? I’m just a little sweaty from all that cooking.”
Pity. She likes his sweat smell. Call her gross, she doesn’t care. “Sure.”
“Great.” He kisses her forehead. “Back in a bit.”
And with one final soft caress (that she does not lean into. Come on. She has some standards) he goes off to the bathroom. Tipping her head back onto the chair, she closes her eyes, not even attempting to staunch the smile that stretches across her face.
It’s not that she’s been absolutely dying to try anal sex. Well, she has, but it’s more–the butterflies in her stomach, they’re not about anything specific. They’re simply for the sweet, heady thrill of new experiences with the love of her life. And she adores this feeling. Whether it’s walking hand-in-hand in Paris, fighting a catoblepas in Disneyland during “It’s A Small World,” or merely moving into an apartment across the country with him, it sets her blood singing, every single time. Life as a demigod is one adventure after another, but now they get to be fun adventures, instead of deadly ones. They get to be the adventures of living, and of living well.
And yeah, also she’s really excited about the adventures of sex. Her boyfriend is hot as Helios and she loves having sex with him. She wants it all, every experience, not because she feels like she’s missing out on anything, but because she gets to do it all with Percy. With her seaweed brain.
Gods, she loves him so much!
Unable to contain herself, and because Percy’s short showers can range anywhere from two minutes to half an hour if he really feels like, she practically springs up from her chair, nearly skipping to the bedroom.
Maybe she should shower, too. Or at least, uh… do some last minute cleaning down there. Though, she hasn’t had Taco Bell for a while, so that’s something. But, like, a few extra wipes probably wouldn’t hurt.
The shower is in full swing as she enters the bedroom, though it seems quieter than it usually is. “Percy?” she calls, stripping off her shirt, tossing it towards the laundry hamper. “You in there?”
Nothing.
She frowns. Stepping up to the bathroom door, she knocks. “Percy?”
A beat, then finally, muffled over the roar of water–“Yeah?” he replies. If she didn’t know any better, she’d say his voice was strained.
“You mind if I use the toilet really fast?”
“...Sure!”
In short order, she completes her business (doing a few extra strokes for good measure) then retreats back to the bedroom, her shorts joining their compatriots on the floor, and realizes–the reason it sounded so quiet was because Percy hadn’t been singing along. He’s a full on shower singer, regularly treating Annabeth to the greatest hits of the seventies and eighties. She’s caught him full on belting plenty of times, crooning into the shampoo bottle microphone with zero shame.
But instead of power ballads, tonight there was nothing. Not even a hum. She thinks maybe she heard a tiny whimper, though that might have just been the loose toilet seat squeaking as she sat down.
Whatever. Not important. What is important is getting herself ready. Down to her underwear, she hops onto the bed, scooching herself back against the center of the headboard, and straightens her back. Her legs fall open in front of her in what she hopes is an inviting V, and she folds her arms behind her head, the movement pushing her chest out, making it look like she has something going on up there. Tossing her hair from her face, she smiles, and settles into the pose, waiting for Percy to come out and see her.
Thirty seconds pass. She twitches her toes. A minute or so later, her arms are starting to tire.
Damn, maybe she should start joining Percy and Frank at the gym.
When her butt starts to go numb–can’t have that, that’s the main attraction–she decides a new pose is in order. She chooses to flop on her stomach instead, facing the bathroom door, and resting her head on her arms. That way, her butt will be front and center.
Another minute passes. Maybe more. Still no Percy.
Huffing, she turns over onto her back.
What’s the hold up? He hadn’t smelled that bad at dinner.
Finally, she hears the water shut off. Finally!
She manages to roll back onto her front just as Percy comes out of the bathroom. He’s let himself stay a little bit wet, which she likes very much, little drops of water dragging down the length of his body and onto the lip of the towel around his waist, blazing trails for her fingers to follow in just a moment. He smirks down at her, mouth slanted, eyes dark. “Hey.”
“Hi.”
“You look comfortable.”
“You look clean.”
“As a whistle.” He unwraps the towel, slowly enough to be deliberate, and carefully hangs it on the bathroom door.
Before she can make some stupid joke about whistles and how well she can blow them, Percy hops up onto the bed with her, sweeping her up into a kiss. It’s neither blistering nor hungry, but sweet, even as his hands automatically slide down her back to her bra. That’s okay, though. She wants to really be in the moment for this–at least for right now. She’d rather not be melted into a puddle of sexy goo until a little bit later.
His fingers chase the straps down her shoulders, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and it takes her a second to remember that she has to actually let go of Percy if she wants it gone. She grumbles, and he laughs back, slipping it off her in one smooth motion. He’s honestly better at taking off her bra than she is. He’s certainly got his ten thousand hours in at it.
When he brushes a thumb over her nipple, she decides she does not care even a little bit.
She does think about complaining when he doesn’t stay there and give her tits some more attention, like they deserve, but she chokes it back as he slides his fingers beneath the hem of her plain, gray, cotton underwear. Shit, should she have put on some sexier panties or something? It is a special occasion after all. Percy, though, doesn’t seem to mind, if the glint in his eyes is any indication as he slowly peels them off her hips. He swallows, loudly enough that she can hear it, then ducks down to kiss her belly, smiling at her little gasp, her little jump. “Can I?” he asks, voice thick, ghosting his thumb over the pubis. “Before we… uh, continue?”
“Only if I get to join in,” she replies, dragging her hand down the length of his side. He shudders as she passes over ridge and valley, tracing the map of his body, her fingertips skimming over the dark thatch of hair over his cock.
“Yeah,” he croaks. “Okay.”
And she smirks as she wraps her fingers around him, watching the long line of him shake, the dip of his head as he sucks in a breath, before he responds in kind. A true master of his craft, he wastes no time in parting her labia, stroking just above her clit. He knows that she likes a warm up–going straight for the pleasure button does nothing for her. She needs a prologue before the rising action, a set up before the climax. As it were.
For several minutes, they don’t–can’t–speak, the only sounds in the room their heavy breathing, in harmony with the slick slide of skin on skin. Somehow they’ve managed to remain relatively upright, Annabeth balancing herself on one arm, though Percy looks as though he might collapse on top of her at any moment, especially when she catches her nail on the underside of his cock. And wouldn’t that be nice. He hisses, biting back a curse, but Annabeth can’t dwell on her victory for too long. Parry and riposte, he moves his hand, slipping his fingers inside of her, and she drops her head, unable to hold back a moan. He leans in closer, mouth beneath her jaw, less of a kiss and more just his lips under her ear, open-mouthed and panting as she squeezes him.
“Fuck…” He groans against her neck, the sound vibrating through her body. “Can–can you–?”
She reaches forward to cup his balls, and he nearly does collapse, a guttural noise punching out of his chest. He almost lunges towards her, planting his mouth on hers, and she welcomes it, lips on lips and sloppy tongue against sloppy tongue as he crooks his fingers inside of her pussy. The feeling builds like a wave, rising from deep within, picking up speed as it starts to race to shore–
Wait, wait–“Wait, Per–” He kisses her again, deep and ravenous, and had she not been sitting down, her legs might actually have given out at it. Woof. Weakly, she pushes against his pelvis, turning her head so Percy couldn’t swallow her words. “Hold on.”
Percy pulls back, concern breaking through the fog of lust. “What is it?”
“Just–give me a second,” she pants.
Can’t end the party too soon. Not that Annabeth wouldn’t be up for round two if need be, but she doesn’t want to come right now. Not yet.
Not before the fun really begins.
“Slower?” he guesses, and she can just barely nod.
“Please.”
True to his word, he pumps the brakes. His fingers are still inside her, but instead of thrusting, he goes for more of an internal massage, his fingertips gently, but firmly pressing up against her walls, making little soothing circles. It’s a different build, less like a tsunami, and more like the inner chamber of a volcano, a slow, churning boil that sends warmth through her whole body, tips to toes. She trembles, her arm nearly buckling.
Before she falls, though, he sweeps his arm around her, pulling her close to him, chest to chest. The movement jostles his fingers, and his hard cock bumps against her thigh, her hand trapped between them both, but from their communal hisses of pleasure, it is certainly not a problem. It’s her turn to kiss his neck, now, her teeth scraping over the taut line of his jugular, and he actually whines, a high pitched squeak matched by her own as she starts to ride his fingers.
“Okay,” she gasps. “Okay.”
They pull back as one, gazing into each other’s eyes. Wide and wine-dark, his gaze burns through her, feverish, grasping, hungry, before he cools somewhat, returning to himself. “You ready?” he asks, voice rough.
Annabeth nods.
“Say it.”
“Yes.” She kisses his stupid perfect slanted mouth for good measure. “Yes, I’m ready.”
For all of it. For everything. As long as they’re together.
And then Percy flops onto the bed, right onto his back. He looks up at her, his gaze waiting and expectant.
…Okay. Is this how they’re doing it?
She follows suit, stretching out next to the right of him.
For a few seconds, they lie next to each other, shoulder to shoulder. She holds his eyes, tracking the changes as they grow ever so slightly confused. Looking to her for the cue.
Is she supposed to do something?
“Um.” His ears pinken, little dusts of rose. “Are you gonna…?”
“Oh!” Duh! Probably hard to get at her ass from this position.
She rolls over, lying on her front, head kind of awkwardly smushed into the mattress as she turns it to look back at him. Hopefully they’ll adjust the positioning before the actual act.
But he does not, as she would have preferred, leap upon her to ravish her.
Instead, he sits up, frowning at her in confusion. “What are you doing?”
She braces herself up on her elbows. “Getting into position?”
If anything, that makes him more confused. “Huh?”
“What do you mean, ‘Huh’?”
“Where’s your…” She sees it on his face as some sort of realization begins to dawn. “Wait. Annabeth.”
“What?”
“Who do you think is fucking who?”
…What? “Percy. You’re fucking me.”
“Am I?”
“Aren’t you?”
“So… you don’t want to peg me?”
Her head is spinning. “What?”
“Annabeth,” he says, doing his best to hold back his laughter, but she can see it bubbling up under the surface, “when you said–when you said you wanted to try anal, I thought you meant on me.”
Her own laugh bursts out of her without any warning. “Oh my gods!”
The laughter ripples through them, feeding on each other until they are both doubled over on the bed, nearly folded in two. Percy clutches his stomach, collapsing back onto the bed, and Annabeth can feel tears in her eyes.
“No,” she gets out, laughter making her voice shake, “no, I meant on me.”
“Yeah,” Percy giggles, “I got that. Eventually.”
“You thought I wanted to peg you!”
“Can you blame me?” He rolls over, bumping into her and kissing her shoulder. “You were suddenly all like, ‘Oh, Percy, your butt is sooooooo sexy–’”
She laughs again, even as she gives him a gentle knee in the side. “Shut up.”
“Tell me how much you love my ass.”
“No.”
“Tell me!”
“No!”
She tries to roll away, but Percy pulls her on top of him anyway, wrapping his arms around her. Delightfully, she can feel that he hasn’t lost any of his hardness. “Tell meeeeeee!”
“In your dreams, seaweed brain!”
His arms squeeze around her, tighter. “Tell me, or I won’t let you up.”
She shivers. “That is not the persuasive technique you think it is, babe.” She snuggles down into the crook of his neck and shoulder, making sure to wiggle her whole body so he can feel every single inch of it.
But he only squeezes her one more time before releasing her. She feels the loss acutely, even though she is still laying on top of him. “So, now what?”
“What does that mean?” Annabeth asks, not moving from her Percy pillow.
“Do you want to leave this alone for a bit?”
She pulls back, frowning. “What does that mean?”
Soothingly, he strokes a hand down her side. “I mean, take another rain check, maybe.”
“No,” she shakes her head. With their luck, their next date night wouldn’t be until after finals. And then they’d probably get interrupted by some useless bullshit quest, anyway. “I’m still game if you are.”
Gods, she hopes he still is. He certainly feels like it. But what if he actually wanted her to peg him? Did she accidentally ruin the mood?
The hand that was stroking her side moves lower, gliding over her hip.
“How about,” he says, pitching his voice down a touch, and on top of him like this, she can really feel it vibrating through his broad, firm chest, “you tell me exactly what you want. So there’s no more…” Grinning up at her, he scrapes his nails across her skin, and she shudders. “Misunderstandings.”
She would reply, except suddenly she can’t really think beyond the feeling of his fingers on her, creeping up along the swell of her ass. “Uh…”
The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Uh?”
“Um.”
“Um?” he gently mocks. And then, he presses down. Annabeth clenches, automatic. “Not quite sure what to do with ‘uh’ or ‘um.’” He does it again, turning up the pressure. “Looking for specifics here.”
“I–”
But before she can get out her sentence, Percy has moved from a simple press to a full-on grab; he takes one cheek in his hand, and squeezes, hard, so sudden that she actually squeaks.
“Percy–”
“Mmhmm?”
“I–”
He squeezes her ass again, smirking. “What was that?”
Fucking prick! “I want you to do anal sex on me!”
His lips twitch like he’s about to start laughing again. “You want me to do what?”
Face flushing, she buries her head back in his shoulder. “Are you really going to make me say it?”
“Yeah, I think I am.”
Ugh, why is she in love with him again? “I want you,” she mumbles into his skin, “to fuck me in the ass.”
“Sorry, didn’t catch that?”
If he drags this out one more minute, she might actually explode. “Please,” she says, lifting her head to him. “Please fuck my ass, Percy. I want it.”
His playful facade falters, before falling away entirely–eyes widening, pupils dilating, pink mouth hanging open, he gulps, audibly.
Was the please too much?
“Okay,” he wheezes. “Yeah.”
Instead of turning her over and proceeding with the ravishing, though, he catapults upwards, almost throwing her off him.
“Drawer,” he rasps.
“What?”
“Condoms. Lube.” He flails his arm somewhere to the left. “Let me–get them.”
“Oh,” she pouts. She was under the impression that they had kind of graduated out of condoms. It’s not like they were going to be bumping uglies with anyone else. And, embarrassingly enough, she happens to really like the feel of him bare inside of her–probably more than he does. Whatever. She’s not weird.
Percy pecks the smile off her mouth, before sliding out from under her. “Safety first.”
“Fine,” she sighs, a touch dramatic. “Just make it quick.”
“Trust me,” he says, clambering over to their bedside drawer, “I don’t want to draw it out any longer than you do.”
She turns on her side, all the better to shamelessly ogle him as he struggles to balance on the bed with one hand shoved inside the drawer. He really does have a great ass. “I’m holding you to that.”
“Aha!” Triumphantly, he holds his prizes aloft, and turns back, grinning. “And to think you doubted me.”
Annabeth could never. Not in a million, billion years. Not if Olympus crumbled or the World Tree went up in smoke.
Not that she’d ever admit it. Well–that’s not entirely true. She would admit it, and happily. She’s pretty sure Percy already knows, anyway. It’s just probably something she should save for later. Like their wedding, maybe, instead of the first time they try anal sex. “So,” she says instead. “How are we doing this?”
The “how” ends up being her on her front, with a pillow propped up under her hips. She has another pillow for her head, which is currently resting on her crossed arms. It’s a smidge uncomfortable, but it’s worth it for being able to look at Percy as he lies next to her, stretched out on his side. It’s doubly worth it when she doesn’t really have to move for him to be able to lean in and kiss her.
Percy slides his hand down the length of her spine, and against her mouth, he whispers, “Are you ready?”
She breathes in, holding for a moment, then releases, sinking further into the pillows as the tension leeches out of her body. “Yeah.”
“Okay.” His hand disappears, and she would mourn the loss of it, were it not for the warmth of his body, so close to hers, or the little puff of air over her shoulder. She hears a faint click, then a squelch, then he leans into her again, whispering into her ear, “This might be cold.”
The lube is cold, but she valiantly holds in her squeak.
And as his fingers drift south, she has a sudden, terrifying moment of clarity.
Oh gods, he’s going to put his fingers in her ass!
Will they fit? Will it hurt? Is she clean enough down there?!
“Relax,” he murmurs, low and soft and safe. “I’ve got you.”
At some point she will have to do a genealogical check on Percy to make sure he doesn’t secretly have an Aphrodite in him, because she softens instantly. His words are like a blanket, covering her in warmth, calming every insecurity she has. His voice is a shield, protecting her all her vulnerabilities, warding off all her fears.
He dips a finger between her cheeks. It’s cold. But it’s warm, too. Like the great campfire on a winter evening.
Then he…
He presses it down, gently, just on the rim of–of her asshole.
It’s… odd. Not bad, just… odd.
Percy, not sensing any reticence from her, presses down again, with two fingers this time. Like he does with her clit, he massages a gentle circle on the skin. And just like he does with her clit, his fingers leave sparks in their wake, little trails of fire that sink beneath the skin and travel straight to the core of her, throbbing at the warmth of it.
“Doing okay?” he asks, ever the gentleman.
She nods, turning her face into the pillow, not quite willing to trust her voice yet.
“Okay,” he says. “I’m going to put it in now, alright?”
She can only nod again.
She can’t help it–she tenses up as she feels the tip of his finger at her back entrance. Wet and cold, if she felt it on her leg, she might have thought that Percy was pranking her with some seaweed. She’s about to tell Percy that she takes it back, that this was a dumb idea, that she really didn’t know why she was obsessing over such a silly thing–
His finger breaches the hole, and she gasps.
“Annabeth?” He probes (heh), the gentleness of his voice not quite strong enough to cover his worry. “Are you okay? Does it hurt? Talk to me–”
“More,” she moans.
Dutifully, he pushes in further.
Annabeth has had plenty of experience with penetration. She figured, vaginal or anal, how different could they really be?
Never has she been so happy to be so wrong.
Her first semi-coherent thought is: oh, he feels so big and it’s only a finger. Even just the tip of it feels enormous, stretching her to the very edge of her limits. The second is: yeah, there’s a little bit of pain. But not in a bad way, oh no–it’s the bright starburst of sensation like when she itches a mosquito bite, or worries at a scar that hasn’t quite healed, the brief, sharp pain making the relief just that much sweeter. Every touch sends sparks skittering up and down her spine, electricity pulsing even down her legs, and every breath she takes only strengthens the feelings, a feedback loop of unbearable intensity.
It only gets worse (better?) as Percy announces that he’s going to add a second finger. By the third, it takes her a moment or so to realize that the high, strained, keening sound is coming from her.
Then he shifts beside her, and the angle of his fingers change, and–”Oh, fuck!”
Percy kisses the base of her neck, nose in her hair, panting in her ear. “Is that good?” He growls. Gently, maybe even subconsciously, she can feel his dick as it thrusts against her, leaving sticky trails on her hip. “Do you like that?”
“I–oh–” She pushes her hips back into his hand, the silk pillowcase beneath her sliding perfectly against her clit. If her eyes weren’t squeezed shut, they’d be popping out of her skull. “Fuck… me…”
His smirk burns against her skin. “I am fucking you,” he says, punctuated with a particularly delightful thrust of fingers that feels, somehow, mirrored in her pussy. She clenches around the phantom feelings of fingers in her cunt, and delightfully, around the very real fingers in her ass.
She needs him. She needs all of him. Right the fuck now.
Shimmying an arm out from under her, she sloppily grabs the back of Percy’s neck, pulling him closer. He’s sweating, face and neck flushed, his eyes nearly black from lust, and there’s a little bit of drool at the corner of his mouth.
“Percy. Please.” She’s far, far too gone to be embarrassed at being reduced to begging. “I need you.”
“I’m here.” His kiss is searing, his tongue fire against hers. “I’m here.”
But she shakes her head. “No, I need–I need you, inside of me.”
She can see that stupid fucking smirk curling up his face, and she surges up, grabbing him in another blazing kiss before the sight of it can make her come all over his fingers. He returns it, just as he always does, with equal passion, equal frenzy, equal rapture. Equal love.
“You,” she breathes, her forehead against his, “are going to fuck my ass. Properly. Or I swear to all the gods–”
As he chuckles, his chest pressed against hers, the vibrations traveling directly to her cunt, she wonders if maybe she should have let him smirk instead.
He kisses her, once, twice, three times. “Your wish is my command,” he murmurs.
But again, he doesn’t throw her down and ravish her. He spins her around, with one hand pulling her so her back is flush with his chest, and with the other (plus a little help from his leg) kicking her posture pillows out of the way. Peppering her shoulder with kisses, he lays them down so they’re spooning, and Annabeth’s initial disappointment swiftly dissipates, dissolving at the feel of him so, so close. Her head rests against his arm, his lips are fastened to the side of her neck, their legs are intertwined, and every deep, heaving breath only serves to press him further against her, skin searing with contact.
It’s heady. It’s intoxicating. It’s the perfect angle for her to rub her ass against his cock, and to feel his shaking frame as he groans, wet breath beneath her ear. “Fuck,” he mumbles. “Condom?”
“Huh?”
His right arm stretches over her, but can’t quite reach the little foil packet he had retrieved earlier. “Can you–fuck,” he hisses, grasping her hip to keep her from moving again. “Can you grab it?”
It speaks to their experience with tangled limbs that she’s able to snatch up the condom, tear open the wrapper, and pass its contents back to Percy in just a few seconds, despite not having used one in a while. They should try and see if they can do it even faster. You know, for science.
He retreats from her for just a moment, hand bumping against her as he fumbles the condom on. Can he feel her heartbeat picking up speed, her breath hitching in delight and anticipation?
“Okay,” he slurs against her shoulder. “Okay, I’m–just give me…”
And there, finally, blessedly, there is the press of his cock, lighting her on fire from within.
He moves into her, hot and heavy and so much bigger than she’s used to, pushing the air out of her mouth in a ragged, broken moan. He’s so deep, and he’s only burrowing in deeper, helped along by her tight, tight hole. Face red, she clumsily throws her arm back, grasping for something to hold–and, catching his hair, grabs on for dear life.
She doesn’t think she’s ever felt this close to him. Not even during their first time. She is engulfing him, consuming him, and being consumed in return. She is held, surrounded, encompassed, overflowing.
No wonder Alexander loved this. No wonder Achilles died for this.
She had never felt so beloved.
And then, he pulls back, and she gets to experience the beautifully luxurious feeling of being slowly pulled apart from the inside out.
Back and forth, every thrust stokes the fire, the hot, bubbling pit of pleasure quickly rising in her: stomach, breasts, neck, cheeks, temples. Behind her, she can feel his wet breath against the knob of her spine, can hear the sweet little groans she’s not even sure he knows he’s making. He might not be able to hear them over her own, though.
“Percy,” she whines, and she would do it herself, but if she lets go of him now, she might float away into nothingness, “can you–would you–”
“Anything.” He nips her ear, tongue laving over the pinpoint prick of that wonderful hurt. “Anything.”
“Touch me–Percy, I need–”
That he doesn’t make her say it out loud is only proof that he’s as far gone as she is. Releasing its death grip on her hip, he moves his hand between her legs, making a beeline for her clit, and she screams. There is no other word for it. He plays her like a symphony, works her like his sword, presses and rubs and squeezes her clit, pushing her higher and higher and higher. The cliff is in sight. Moments away.
With some difficulty, she turns her head, looking at Percy through lidded eyes and fluttering lashes. Perfectly attuned to her every move, his eyes flick to hers, burning a hole through her beneath furrowed brows. “Kiss me,” she slurs.
He stretches his neck to her, capturing her lips with his, gasping and hungry. His mouth is sweeter than any ambrosia. More honeyed than any nectar.
She falls–but as always, they fall together.
With a final squeeze, she breaks apart, her orgasm ripping through her, with all the violence and intensity of a great wave, crashing on shore. It covers her, subsumes her, steals her breath away. Or maybe that’s Percy, crushing her to his chest, so close she can feel the force of his pounding heartbeat, strong and thudding, imprinting itself on her very bones. Her very soul. Their two bodies, knitted together in this one perfect, divine moment.
If she never opens her eyes again, maybe she can make this moment last forever.
Unfortunately, though, it doesn’t. It could have been hours, days, even an eternity later, but in Annabeth’s opinion, Percy pulls away from her far too soon–and she makes her objection known, whining as he removes himself from her person. He kisses her shoulder in apology. “Sorry.” His voice is as demolished as a ruin, rough and rocky, heavy with emotion. “Back in a second.”
In the absence of his embrace, eyes still shut, she stretches herself out, savoring the sore muscles that throb and ache, faint afterimages of pleasure. She can already tell she’ll feel this deeply in the morning. She certainly hopes so, anyway.
“Scooch up,” says Percy, somewhere to her right. “I need to grab the blanket.”
She would, if she felt like moving were possible at the moment.
“I mean, I guess you can stay if you want to sit in a puddle of lube…”
Wordlessly, she rolls over, and he presses his chuckle to her back.
A thought occurs to her. The lube, the condoms, the position, the clean-up–Percy had been surprisingly prepared for this. Not to mention the actual act itself. Did he do research? Bracing herself on her elbows, she squints up at Percy, haloed by the overhead light. “Where on Earth did you learn how to do that?”
“Research,” he says matter-of-factly, but his attitude is betrayed by the light flush on his cheeks. “And, um, practice.”
Her momentary fantasy of Percy-the-researcher is shattered as her eyes snap open. Practice?! “On who?”
His flush deepens. “...Myself.”
“Your–oh.” In her mind’s eye, the clarity of Percy-the-researcher is suddenly replaced with a hazy, foggy image of Percy-the-strategist, acting out his plan on himself before he tries it on her, his fingers in his own…
Did he blush then like he is now, sweet and pink and lightly self-conscious? Did he like it as much as she did? Given his general hesitation and worry, maybe not. Which was fine. More for her. And she wanted so much more.
But the idea of his fingers, breaching his body like they did her’s with so much skill…
Her own face burning, she drops her head back down into the (lube-free) sheets. “Can you get me some water, please?”
“Sure,” he says, voice just a tiny bit hoarse. “Anything else?”
“And the lights.” She can feel a small headache coming on, and she would like to enjoy the afterglow as much as possible. The bright, sunny ceiling light, for all the good it does in making sure she actually gets out of bed in the morning, will not help her right now.
She can almost feel the weight lifted as he flicks off the light, and she breathes a sigh of relief. “Don’t forget to wash up,” he says, planting another kiss on her hair.
In response, she grumbles, muffled by the sheets.
“Uh uh, wise girl, no whining. You want another yeast infection?”
Dang it. Why does he have to be right so often?
With a heroic effort that should have been sung about in the ancient tragedies, Annabeth manages to clamber out of bed, unsteadily making her way to the bathroom, muscles screaming in protest. She will admit to being wholly unprepared for the feeling of having her guts rearranged. It’s a lot, sure, but it’s no worse than a good fight with Frank or Clarisse. She can sit down just fine, relieve herself like normal. The cool porcelain is a balm to her flushed, sweaty skin. And she doesn’t spot any red in the post-gentle-wipe toilet paper inspection, which is always good. Between the choice of wiping up tacky lube from her thighs, or wiping up come, though, she thinks she prefers the come. Semi-dried lube is not exactly a nice texture.
She manages to waddle back, throwing on a spare, oversized, purple t-shirt from orientation with “LEGIONNAIRES DO IT WITH LIGHTNING” emblazoned on its front, and clambering onto the bed, laid out with their spare, but clean, duvet, just as Percy returns bearing the requested water, as well as… “Is that cake?”
“Olive oil chocolate cake,” he says, handing her the glass. She drinks, gratefully. “With some salted vanilla ice cream.”
…Oh! The dessert!
He grins. “You forgot, didn’t you?”
“No,” comes her immediate retort.
Percy must be tired, too, because he doesn’t really push back, only gives her a bowl before plopping down next to her. “Sure.”
“I didn’t!”
“Uh huh,” he mumbles around a mouthful of chocolate cake.
Not to be left out, Annabeth takes a bite of her own.
Predictably, it’s delicious. It’s divine. She’s a bit of a confessed snob about olive oil, one of her few true cooking-related talents, and she’s pleased to see that it’s rubbed off on Percy–the olive oil is smooth, fruity, and just a little bit bitter, perfectly complemented by the dark chocolate of the cake. Her fork picks up a little bit of the salted vanilla ice cream, too, and it comes together to form a symphony of color and flavor in her mouth, mutedly sweet and softly rich. She moans, eyes rolling into the back of her head.
“Good?”
She doesn’t even respond, just swallows it down and shoves another forkful in her mouth.
Percy chuckles, licking his fork. “Should I be pleased or worried that your ‘enjoying food’ noises are the same as your sex noises?”
“Pleased. Very pleased.”
“Oh good. ‘Cause this was supposed to salvage date night if the anal hadn’t been good.”
Laughing gently, she tips her head back against the headboard. A sound strategy if she ever heard one. She gently rocks from side to side, tensing and releasing her core, savoring the sweetness on her tongue and the dull ache below her stomach. “Well, you definitely don’t have to worry about that.”
She can feel his heavy gaze on her as he inches closer, brushing her arm against his. “So, that was okay? You… had fun?”
Nodding her head, she tenses again. “Oh yeah.”
“Does it hurt at all?”
Nod.
“Sorry.”
Annabeth not-so-casually throws a leg over his own, hooking their ankles together, and lays her head on his shoulder, cuddling deeper into his side. “So not a problem.”
“So… this is a thing for you.”
She shrugs as best she can. “Yeah. I guess.”
It’s not something they ever really talked about at length. They’ve been friends long enough, dating long enough, and having sex long enough for Percy to realize that she doesn’t mind a little pain mixed in with pleasure. But she also knows that Percy’s fear of hurting his loved ones is integral to who he is as a hero. As a human. It’s just one of the many reasons why she loves him. If this is going to become a problem for them… well, they’ll figure it out. They always do.
But Percy rushes to soothe her, kissing her head. “I’m not–I don’t want you to think that I think it’s weird. Or that I… that I–don’t like it myself.” She can feel him flushing, can feel the jump in his pulse. “I just always want to know you’re having fun. Or enjoying yourself. If you like this–if you like pain…” Beneath her shoulder, he breathes in deep, settling his racing heart, and she relaxes into him further. “I mean, you’re a warrior. You’re the greatest warrior. And I get the appeal of adrenaline, of testing your limits and your body, I do, I just… if this is a thing you want, I want to make sure I’m always giving you the thing you want.” He noses her hair, and she takes his free hand with her own, entwining their fingers together. “I couldn’t bear to hurt you in a way you didn’t like, that I didn’t bring you more pleasure than pain.”
Her own heart lurches in her chest. There are so many things she could say, so many affirmations and reassurances and declarations of the goodness of his heart, but her throat closes up just thinking about it. Momentarily speechless, she kisses their joined hands instead.
“If I–if I ever… you’ll tell me, right?”
It’s a testament to the tenderness of the moment that she doesn’t even mind when her voice trembles as she responds, “Gods, Percy, of course.”
His breath is shaky beneath her as he sighs–but she can feel his shoulders relax, his taut body settling as the tension begins to run out of him. He was actually a little bit afraid, she realizes. Scared to voice such an old, dark fear.
It’s almost funny. Annabeth’s usually the one who has issues with vulnerability. It’s hard, but she likes to think she’s getting better at it. And when the reward is this, this intimacy, this wonderful quiet closeness, it’s worth it. It’s so, so worth it.
The moment feels big, somehow. She feels closer to him than ever before.
“So,” she says, her voice still a tiny bit thick, “does this mean we get to do this again?”
His laugh is startled out of him, short and sharp, but it does the trick–his heart settles fully, and he relaxes even further. “Sure,” he says, taking their empty bowls and stacking them on the bedside table. “I’m game if you are.”
“Definitely.” Hands free, she turns into him, throwing an arm over his torso.
“Though maybe next time we should try it on me,” he muses. “I mean, if it’s as fun as you make it seem, I kinda wanna check it out.”
She frowns. “I suppose.”
“What, are you claiming bottom privileges?”
“All the best heroes were bottoms,” she says, primly. “Achilles, Alexander… I’m in good company.”
“Well, I’m a great hero, too,” Percy says, shutting off the lamp, plunging them into warm, companionable darkness. “Maybe I should get to try it.”
“No.” She snuggles into him further, squeezing his chest. “Mine.”
“Ah, of course.” He pulls the blanket over them. “I forgot I was in the presence of the mighty Annabeth the Great.”
“Of course.”
“Fierce lioness of Athens.”
“That’s me.”
“Greatest hero in all of Greece. Or at least in the Bay Area.”
She kisses his chest. “You better believe it.”
“Never doubted it for a second.”
#my fic#percabeth#pjo fic#it's about butts folks#it's rated E folks#it's 10k worth of smut folks#me belting the lyrics to the song at 12 w/o knowing wtf i was saying lmao
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Dad Duty
A/n: I finally got some inspiration back and decided to write a flashback fic from the younger days😂
You were exhausted, plain and simple. You had woken up with not only a migraine but your monthly visit as well. Chris could see that as you stood in the kitchen with Dani resting on your hip, rubbing your eyes in frustration as Ryan and Brayden fought over who gets the prize in the cereal box and little Brandon waiting patiently for his brothers to hand over the box. You were just not having it today. Chris came right over and scooped Danica right out of your arms “go lay down and get some rest”
You sighed “Chris I can’t, I have to much to do today” he nodded his head “okay so I’ll do it. I’ll take care of everything that needs to be done” you raised a brow “the laundry?” “Done.” You crossed your arms “Dusting and vacuuming the house?” “Done and done” you narrowed your eyes “taking the kids to their play group at the park?” “Totally on it. I’ll even go grocery shopping with the kids” you laughed and saw he wasn’t kidding “oh you’re actually serious?You think you can go grocery shopping by yourself with four kids under the age of ten?” He nodded and shrugged his shoulders “yeah, I don’t see the problem?” You snorted “yeah okay. Can’t wait to see how that’s gonna go”
“Have a little faith pretty bird” you looked at the boys who were watching you and Chris intently “I don’t know Chris..” He shifted Danica to his other hip and leaned in to kiss the side of your head “I’m their father sweetheart, I can take care of our kids. They’ll be fine” you nodded “alright fine but if anything happens and you need me just tell me” he nodded “you got it pretty bird”. With that you walked over to the boys and gave them each a kiss and walked away to get some much needed rest.
When Chris looked back at the boys Ryan had a shit eating grin on his face “you’re gonna be crying to mom before you know it” Chris nodded “you’re nine years old, you don’t scare me” He and Brayden giggled. Chris walked over and took the cereal box from them “just for that, Brandon gets the prize in the box” Brandon’s face lit up “yes!”
Dani patted her fathers cheek with her little hand for his attention “down daddy” he nodded “alright piglet” he set her down and she took off. Ryan laughed “yeah by the way, she’s a runner” Chris put his hands on his hips “you were a runner too Ryan. Only we had to put a leash on you”. Ryan’s jaw dropped and Brayden started laughing
Dani ran right back and tried running past Chris but he scooped her up and tickled her tummy “gotcha little monster” she giggled and he sat her down at the table “finish eating your breakfast while I start the laundry. Then we’ll head to the park” Ryan smirked “you sure you trust us alone?” Chris shook his head “you don’t pull this on your mom so don’t think you can pull it on me Ryan”
*****
The day had been going great, Chris was able to do the laundry, vacuum the house and dust. The kids even behaved at the park while playing with their friends. Now they just had to tackle the grocery store. Chris had Danica sitting in the cart and the twins hanging off each side while Ryan walked ahead of them. They were behaving until Chris stopped in the cereal aisle. He bent down to pick up a box of cheerios. When he stood and looked at the cart, the boys were no where to be found.
His eyes widened and he looked at Dani “where’d they go piglet?” She held her hands up and shrugged “dunno daddy” He narrowed his eyes “I’ll get you ice cream on our way home if you tell me” She thought about it “two scoops?” He nodded and she nodded back “deal. They went to get snacks”
Chris took off with the cart and Dani, hitting the candy aisle first. He found the twins and Brandon’s eyes widened “uh oh” and Brayden huffed “busted”. Chris snatched them right up and put them in the cart with Dani and gave them a stern look “where’s the ring leader?” Brayden crossed his arms and pouted while Brandon kept wringing his little hands. Chris nodded “tell me now or no PlayStation for two months”. Brayden’s jaw dropped “that’s no fair!” Chris raised a brow “no? How about we make it three then?” Brayden groaned and Brandon finally caved “he went to go get the cookies that mommy gets”
Chris raced over to the bakery section of the store with the kids. He found Ryan right by the chocolate chip cookies. He walked up behind Ryan and grabbed the back of his shirt to pull him away. Ryan snapped, not realizing yet that it was his father who grabbed him “let go! My dads here and he’s the human torch! He can kick your butt!” He turned Ryan around and Ryan’s eyes went wide “aw shit” Chris nodded “yeah aw shit Ryan. What the hell were you thinking?! And don’t even try to say that mom lets you because I know that’s not true!”
He shrugged and gestured to his siblings “I’m not little like them so I thought I could” Chris took a breath “Ryan you are nine years old, you are still a little kid. Do you understand how incredibly dangerous what you just did is? Do you know how devastated your mom and I would be if we lost you?”
Ryan’s eyes watered and his bottom lip quivered “I’m sorry” Chris shook his head and pulled Ryan into a hug. “You can’t do that again Ry, it’s not safe. Do you understand that?” Ryan just nodded against Chris while hugging him. Chris rubbed his back “it’s alright buddy”. After a moment they pulled away and Chris looked at each of the kids “come on, let’s pay for this and get home”
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True to his word, he stopped for ice cream for Danica on the way home. Brayden grumbled the entire time that she shouldn’t have gotten ice cream since she was a tattletale but he quickly quieted down when Chris bought the boys ice cream too.
Once the got home, the kids all ran inside while Chris carried the groceries in. He saw you waiting for him in the kitchen. He put everything down and rushed over to you and picked you up to give you the biggest hug “I love you so so much pretty bird” you laughed and nodded “the kids were a nightmare weren’t they?” He nodded “big time”.
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wabblebees look at your inbox :c
i made a new friend today and i learned both of my parents have plague. rad.
let's go:
1) got woken up by my alarms but actually woke up because i got a phone call. i picked it up! it was lincoln labs, retuning my call from yesterday! the lady i talked to sent and looked for my résumé and forwarded it to the hiring manager to make sure he got a look at it! she said that there's a high volume of résumés he has to look at, and she said she'd call back once she knew. i'm hoping to get that call tomorrow morning. yay!
2) i fuckin went to work today. it was pretty good, actually. i helped two ladies today work on math, starting with conversion factors. i updated my hours in navigate. then i later learned that it was international tiara day, and when my coworker who told us all about it went to leave, she bequeathed her tiara to me! i beamed. you could tell even with my mask on that i was just pleased as punch. i wore the tiara the rest of the day, even though it gave me a headache.
3) i had wicked cramps today. again. still. so i stopped for ice cream and a soda on the way home so i could get some relief and take some advil. i stopped at the grocery store just before going home because i needed to get ice - we had people coming over to spread out dirt in the garden, and we wanted to have water for them, so i got water and ice. and they were having a sale on ice cream (buy two get two free) (ben and jerry's ice cream), so i got four, naturally. i got other snacks, and i'm really glad i did.
4) i was the one to give directions to the people who came to spread out dirt because my mom was lying down and my dad was on the phone. it took me a minute to figure out who he was on the phone with, but he was talking to discover, the company i use for my student loans. (yeah i know, it's discover, but i've read the terms and conditions for loans for discover and all of the other student loan places and discover is actually the most reasonable and the least likely to change on me without notice. sallie mae basically says "fuck you lmao" and the other companies are "i do what i want" and none of that gives me comfort. so discover it is, because they're very straightforward about what they're doing. they're contractually obligated to inform you beforehand of changes. that's nice.)
5) great news came from papa talking on the phone! my loan for school got approved! i'm gonna get to finish my master's degree! it's official!
6) but it's also official that both of my parents have covid. while it's my fault for bringing it home, it's dad's fault for not being careful in his "quarantining" because he's been a baby about wearing a mask and washing his hands properly and sanitizing as he goes. it's awful. i've been so careful the whole time, and my parents still got sick. thankfully my mom only feels like she's got allergies, and my dad is mostly okay. they're just low-key miserable. i wish i could see their timetables. and mine, and i wanna know the precise probability that i'll get it again from being at home. which makes me miserable.
being at home is a curse and a blessing. it's a curse because mom and dad can't communicate. it's a blessing because i have my own bed and my own space and good food and cleanliness. it's a curse because they're sick, and they argue, and that i'm stuck, and that pretty much everything every day has to be done with a mask on because i don't wanna get sick again.
7) i also learned my friend nathon is sick, too. he's also got the rona. but he's been in the living room so he could let his wife have their bedroom, but that's unhelpful for leon and jenna who are moving out tomorrow, because he's in the middle of everything and is giving no consideration for infecting others. at least he's wearing a mask. but because my parents are sick and he's sick, im not gonna get to say goodbye to leon and jenna one last time. im probably gonna go over and drive by and stand twenty feet away or something and tell them i love them, but it still kinda sucks. masks all day long. which is fine. but im already breaking out because of my period. so that sucks extra.
8) i also saw something so funny and wonderful this morning that i absolutely had to send it to riot. it was the gay pirates as moomintrolls and i needed to send it to them so i did. i don't expect a reply. it's been more than eight months. kinda their loss, but i still care. still miss them. but that care doesn't leave, really. it stays in one way or another. and that's alright. if anything, it proves to them that they can be loved, that someone can love them, even though they think they're a fuckin piece of work.
9) i talked to joel for a little bit. i told him about the loan and about mom and dad being sick, and he responded as i expected. i miss him.
10) i was online a bunch in the ofmd server im in and i made a friend! i'd been so intimidated to actively participate, but i did today because being at work gave me some energy i didn't have and kinda caused some mania, so i did a bunch of stuff without caring for how i normally felt about it. but i made a friend whose name i don't remember (i think their name is madi) and they're now the anton to my viago. they are my spouse. they're cursed to have libra spouses and i think i'm okay with that. i love it.
anyway, it's past midnight and i need sleep because mom and i are going to get PCR tests in the morning.
it's been a long day.
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Hi! Can I request Enhypen's reaction when their s/o shutting them up with a kiss
enhypen reaction when their s/o shuts them up with a kiss
a/n: thank you anon for requesting! I hope you have a good day!!
Heeseung
you hadn't seen heeseung in a long time and it was getting to him so when you asked him to come grocery shopping with you he happily obliged. At the store though, things didn't go according to Heeseung's plan. Instead of you being all over him, the attendant was taking your attention away from him so he didn't say anything and just distanced himself. You noticed that he had stopped talking so you excused yourself and went to meet him. "What's wrong?" you asked. At first he didn't want to say what happened but then you continued asking then he told you, "We hadn't seen each other in a long time and he was all over you and you guys were talking so I felt really upset and I know it sounds stupid but I dont-" you quickly shut him up with a kiss to the cheek. "There, is that better?" you ask smilingly. His cheeks were red till you got home.
Jay
You both had decided to order food instead of cooking because you were both very tired from the date earlier. While Jay was freshening up, you went to pick up the order from your door and the delivery guy kept on hitting on you and talking and wasn't letting you leave until Jay came and said, "Haven't you delivered the order, what are you still doing here?" to which the dude now responded with, "Just talking to this pretty lady over here, she's yours?" Being irritated at his behaviour you want to leave but Jay starts with his, "Why you-". Before he could lay his hands on him you quickly give him a kiss to calm him and say, "I'm his girlfriend so what?" and then drag him away.
Jake
After much persuasion from Jake, you finally agreed to go to the Drake concert with him. You didn't want to go because you knew it would be loud but Jake had already bought the tickets for you both and you didn't want to waste his money so you agreed. When you were waiting in line while Jake went to get snacks, the person in front of you started asking whether you were single and in that moment Jake came and looked unhappy that someone was making you all uncomfortable and getting into your personal space bubble. You saw as he wanted to open his mouth to talk to you quickly, gave him a kiss and smiled at the person signifying that you're taken. Jake was so shocked he almost forgot that there was a concert.
Sunghoon
You were always glad you had someone that cared for you the way Sunghoon did. You had a bad day and you were still down in the dumps but Sunghoon decided that he was going to make you happy and took you out to get ice cream because 'it heals' according to him. He told you to sit while he went to get your orders but you felt awkward staying alone and went to wait with him. The kid on duty looked younger than you but that didn't stop his mouth from running and frankly Sunghoon was getting tired of it and wanted to shut him up. "Where's your manager? Don't you have any resp-" you cut him off my tugging on his arm so he could look at you. When he did, you pressed a kiss to his cheek and collected the ice creams and went out of there.
Sunoo
Sunoo got jealous easily and you knew it. You didn't have any issue with it because that's how he reacts to things but the day you both went to the amusement park and a vendor gave you free cotton candy and asked for your number, he got really jealous and wanted to shout at him for being so unprofessional. You knew he was going to start talking and wouldn't stop anytime soon so you just kissed his cheek to make him feel flustered. Just as he gets jealous easily, he also gets easily flustered.
Jungwon
You and Jungwon were having a live and were talking about random things but then some people began spamming the comment section with things like 'Wow, y/n is so pretty' 'Jungwon please move to the side, we need to see y/n' and 'she's so gorgeous. At first, his heart swelled with pride because you were his girlfriend but then they started increasing and he wanted to go off on them. Before he could even open his mouth to talk, you kissed him. The live stream ended soon after with his ears being a bright shade of pink.
Niki
You had a part-time job as a gamer and you usually played games on your twitch and played with other people. That day, a big account had wanted to collaborate with you while you played and so you agreed. You told Niki about it and he was really supportive so that day, he joined the live show. You were playing at your desk and he was in the background just watching you. While you were playing, your partner who was supposed to be on your team kept sabotaging you and you were upset. Niki came close to the screen because you were huffing when you got killed off and wanted to talk to the person and reprimand him for doing that so you just kissed his cheek and told him that you'd be fine. It didn't stop him from watching though.
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selfish | two (18+)
Summary: You’re a former coworker of Kento Nanami back when he was just an office worker. You accidentally run into him at a bakery many years later which gives you a second chance at getting to know the man who had always caught your eye.
Pairing: Kento Nanami x f!Reader
Words: 8.6k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content (18+ only), vaginal sex, creampie, explicit language, alcohol
Notes: I’m so happy to get this out finally ajsfdsld thank you for all the lovely comments on the first part! I’m so glad people enjoyed it enough to convince me to write more! This will definitely be the last part for this fic, but I do have plans for more Nanami things in the future. Thanks for reading! It’s also up on my ao3 if you prefer to read it there!
Index: [Part One] [Part Two]
You were moving boxes in the storage room when you heard the chime of the front door opening. With a sudden jolt, you realized you had forgotten to change the sign from “open” to “closed” before cleaning up. Cursing at yourself for the careless mistake, you hoped the customer wouldn’t be too upset that the shop was actually shut down for the night.
“I’m sorry, but we’re closed,” you politely explained, emerging from the back room. But one look at the tall figure by the door caused you to stop in your tracks. A large smile grew on your face when you saw exactly who had entered the shop.
Nanami was still in his normal work attire, but he had left behind his signature blazer and sunglasses. The top few buttons of his blue dress shirt were undone, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. You unconsciously licked your lips.
“I can make an exception for you though,” you teased with a wink before walking around the counter to greet your boyfriend.
As you waltzed into his open arms, Nanami leaned down to give you a sweet kiss as a greeting. You sighed happily against his lips. It felt so good to be with him after a long, tiring day. His presence always made you feel safe and warm. Like nothing could ever possibly go wrong as long as you were in his embrace.
Nanami’s hands latched onto your waist as he tried to deepen the kiss, but you reluctantly pulled away with a groan of frustration.
“As much as I’d like to continue, I have to finish closing up shop,” you complained with a pout.
Nanami kissed the top of your head before releasing you. “It’s alright. I’ll wait.”
You changed the sign on the door to “closed” to prevent any unwanted guests from entering the shop. You then wiped down all the counters and properly stored the leftover ingredients. Once finished with all your tasks, you took off your apron and shoved it in your bag.
“I’m ready!” you called out to Nanami as you started to shut off all the lights. The two of you exited the now dark shop before you locked the front door.
Whenever you had a closing shift, Nanami always came to walk you home. You found it absolutely endearing. Even though you didn’t particularly mind traveling alone at night, the walk to your apartment was always more pleasant when the sorcerer was by your side.
It was almost midnight. The normally busy streets were now devoid of both cars and other pedestrians. You loved sharing these quiet moments with Nanami. Just the two of you enjoying each other’s presence with no one else around. Nanami preferred it this way too, especially because he wasn’t a particular fan of PDA.
You were holding onto Nanami’s hand as he quietly walked beside you. “How was work today?” you asked.
Nanami was a little sensitive about discussing his job as a sorcerer with you. He always refused to share the details of his missions, but he begrudgingly answered your general questions about his workday with vague responses.
“It was fine.” He squeezed your hand lightly. “I was able to get off early.”
“Lucky you! I wish I could have finished earlier,” you complained with a huff. “Closing shift is the worst.”
“Did you eat dinner at least?”
You nodded. “I got some takeout during my break.”
“Good.” He knew you had a bad habit of skipping dinner while you were working. You found it more convenient to just eat a granola bar, especially when it was busy. But Nanami always lightly chastised you when you did this, so you had been making more of an effort to eat better.
The two of you finally arrived at your apartment. Once inside, you immediately emptied out of your bag and threw your apron into the laundry hamper. Luckily, you were off of work for the next two days.
“Kento, you’re staying the night, right?” The sorcerer was still standing in your living room.
“I have to report to work early tomorrow. I don’t want to wake you.”
You rolled your eyes at him with a sigh. Nanami was too considerate of you sometimes. “You never wake me up. Plus, I have my 9 am class tomorrow, so I have to be up early anyway.”
Nanami knew you were right. Unlike him, you slept like the dead. Frankly, he was a little jealous. The sorcerer had always been a sensitive sleeper, but he found it much easier to relax in your presence. Since the two of you had started dating, the quality of his sleep remarkably improved.
“I’ll stay.” You grinned smugly. It didn’t take much to convince him to sleep over.
“Good. I’m going to shower.”
The two of you rarely spent the night apart from one another, alternating between each other’s apartments based on the convenience for the night. Nanami had his own toiletries, pajamas, and spare clothes in your apartment, and you had your own set of things at his place as well.
As you took your shower, Nanami changed into his sleepwear and sat on your couch, reading one of many books he left at your place. Once you announced you were done using the bathroom, the sorcerer placed a bookmark and set the book back down on your coffee table. You were already in the bedroom, changing into your pajamas and packing your bag for class tomorrow, knowing you would forget something if you waited until the morning.
You looked up as Nanami entered the room after washing up. You still found it relatively amusing to see him in such casual clothes: a pair of plaid pajama pants and a thin white t-shirt. But you were glad that only you got to see him like this. The man was the perfect example of prim and proper in public, but at home, he found it more appropriate to dress comfortably. And you thought he looked absolutely adorable. Especially with his unstyled hair.
After the lights were turned off, the two you snuggled in bed together and kissed each other goodnight. Within seconds, you were already fast asleep, exhausted from the long day. Nanami listened to the sound of your deep, even breathing. He felt completely at ease with you safely pressed against him. It wasn’t long before he followed you into a deep sleep.
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Nanami’s life was simple before he met you at that bakery.
He went to work, came back home, read a book, had a glass of scotch, and made some dinner. The cycle repeated nearly every day, but Nanami didn’t particularly mind. He liked having a simple, predictable routine.
Once you reentered his life, things were a bit different. A bit more exciting. He wasn’t complaining.
Instead of only buying groceries for himself, he made sure to also buy your favorite snacks. Instead of making a reservation for one at a restaurant, he asked for a table for two. Instead of placing one set of utensils on his dining table, he always put down two.
Jujutsu sorcerers were a lonely group of people. They often felt isolated from the general population, born with unique abilities that allowed them to see things that most other people could not.
It was a difficult path. Sorcerers faced a life full of constant battle and death. And the only people who could relate to their hardships were the same people dying by their sides.
For this reason, sorcerers rarely interacted with people outside the jujutsu community. They saw themselves as an outsider to the rest of society. A society that was blissfully unaware of the existence of curses.
But it was different with you.
When Nanami was with you, he didn’t feel like an outsider or a jujutsu sorcerer.
He felt like a normal man.
The activities that Nanami once did alone were now the same activities he enjoyed doing together with you. He took you to his favorite bakery to pick out fresh bread every week. He escorted you to well-reviewed restaurants he had been meaning to visit. He even brought you to his beloved local bookstore, the one place he had been visiting for years as a regular customer.
The first time he took you into the shop, the owner couldn’t help but notice the way your hands were intertwined with one another. As you browsed through the shelves on your own, the old woman suggestively waggled her eyebrows at Nanami.
“So you got a lady now?” she asked curiously.
Nanami thought it was a little odd that she was somehow keeping tabs on his relationship status, but he nodded anyway.
“Ah! She’s a pretty one!”
You suddenly reappeared with a tall stack of secondhand books in your arms. “Kento! This place is amazing! I’m going to buy all of these!”
“Oh, definitely a keeper too,” the owner commented.
Nanami found himself agreeing.
He didn’t know if you could be any more perfect.
Nanami had always enjoyed cooking. He loved the process of selecting a recipe, buying fresh ingredients, and turning them into a delicious, home-cooked meal. But he learned that enjoyed cooking even more when it was for you.
The sorcerer was appalled to hear that you hardly ever cooked for yourself. He had surveyed the state of your freezer in utter disgust. It was crammed full of boxes of microwavable meals and several pints of ice cream. You defended yourself vehemently, claiming that you were too busy to cook between classes, work, and study sessions. The microwave was the easiest and quickest appliance to use after all. And sometimes you just wanted ice cream for dinner.
Nanami took it upon himself to make sure you were eating proper, nutritious meals. In his eyes, it was less of a chore and more of a hobby. He enjoyed learning what you liked. He looked forward to hearing your thoughts about a recipe. He loved the way your eyes lit up whenever he presented a new dish. The sorcerer had even subscribed to food magazines and bought some international cookbooks just to try out with you.
Every morning, Nanami packed you a healthy lunch to ensure you wouldn’t just eat a granola bar for the entire day. And whenever the two of you both had a free night, you always ate dinner together.
In particular, Friday nights had become a weekly tradition between the two of you. Nanami would prepare a special dinner with some fancy wine. The two of you would even dress up a little to celebrate the start of the weekend.
You knocked on Nanami’s door one Friday night, wearing a simple yet elegant dress with just a hint of makeup on your face. The door opened and you were instantly greeted by the mouth-watering smell of whatever the man was cooking in the kitchen. But the sight of Nanami was even more distracting. He was wearing an apron over a tight black button-up shirt with gray slacks. You bit your lip softly, eyeing him appreciatively.
While you enjoyed going out to eat in a restaurant, there was something more intimate about Nanami cooking dinner at home just for the two of you. Plus, the atmosphere was always lovely. His apartment was clean, spacious, and well-decorated. Whatever jujutsu sorcerers got paid, it was clearly more than enough.
“It smells good,” you hummed. “What are you making tonight?”
The sorcerer never revealed dinner to you in advance. For some reason, he always wanted to keep it a surprise.
“Homemade linguine with shrimp. I also got some fresh bread to go along with it.”
Your eyes lit up instantly. “Oooh, sounds delicious! I didn’t know you knew how to make pasta from scratch.”
Everything that Nanami prepared was always amazing. There was never a meal he made that you didn’t enjoy. The first time he cooked you dinner, you almost wanted to propose to him right then and there. A man with those looks and proper culinary skills? You felt like the luckiest person in the world.
You always offered to help Nanami while he was cooking but he would gently shoo you out of the kitchen every time. You weren’t sure if it was because he wanted you to sit back and relax or if it was because he thought you would mess things up.
It was probably the latter.
(Most definitely the latter.)
Due to your clear lack of culinary expertise, you were in charge of cleaning all the pots and pans and loading the dishwasher. You couldn’t complain.
Your post-dinner activities were always the same. The two of you would play a movie and then immediately proceed to ignore it for the rest of the night.
Tonight was no different.
You moaned loudly, writhing about on the couch. “Kento, fuck.”
Your dress was hiked up around your hips, underwear already discarded with Nanami’s face in between your legs. You were already shuddering through your second orgasm of the night with Nanami eagerly lapping up your fluids. His strong arms locked your thrashing legs into place as you gripped the edges of the couch, riding out the last few waves of intense pleasure.
You looked up at him through half-lidded eyes as he pulled back, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt. “Ready?” he asked in a deep voice. His pupils were blown open in lust. You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. The man gathered you in his arms and headed to the bedroom.
He carefully set you down on unsteady legs as he pulled the zipper down your dress until the garment fell and landed in a heap on the ground. To his pleasant surprise, you were already braless. You turned around and started to slowly unbutton Nanami’s dress shirt, taking your sweet time. His gaze raked over your entire figure, causing your fingers to fumble as you flushed from the intensity of his stare. Eventually, Nanami had enough. He threw you on the bed and quickly shed the rest of his clothes on his own.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, climbing on the bed and hovering over you. His large, calloused hands roamed all over your bare skin while his mouth focused on sucking at the sensitive spots on your neck.
You relished the feel of Nanami’s touch all over you, but one glance at his painfully hard cock had your cunt begging to be filled.
“Kento,” you whined. “I can’t wait. Fuck me, please. I need you inside me, right now.”
Nanami sheathed his entire length inside you with just one sharp thrust. He proceeded to fuck you hard and fast, just the way you liked. Each snap of his hips left you a complete mess underneath him, moaning his name over and over again. It was just barely audible over the lewd, wet sounds of your desperate cunt squeezing around him.
Nanami grabbed one of your hands and interlocked his fingers with yours. A sweet gesture as he roughly pounded you into the bed. The two of you were so worked up that it didn’t take long for the both of you to quickly become undone. You arched your back and tightly gripped Nanami’s hand as uncontrollable pleasure coursed throughout your entire body. Nanami groaned your name as he sloppily thrust into you several more times before flooding your cunt with his cum.
When he finally pulled out, Nanami was satisfied to see his seed trickling out of you.
“Kento,” you called his name, suddenly feeling shy under his intense gaze.
The man adjusted his position so he was now laying next to you. He kissed you sweetly and whispered praises of you as you giggled breathlessly.
“Hmm, I don’t want to get out of bed and clean up yet.”
“Then don’t,” Nanami said with a devious look in his eyes.
It was then that you felt his length hardening once again against your thigh. He suddenly pulled you on top of him as he laid on his back. The movement caused your sensitive folds to inadvertently rub against his dick as you straddled his hips. You gasped at the feeling, clutching at his chest to prop you up.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled.
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It was a slow afternoon when a man entered the boba shop. He wore an all-black outfit and a matching beanie. Tufts of his disheveled brown hair stuck out from underneath.
“Hello!” You greeted him inside as his eyes flickered around the place nervously before walking up to the cash register.
“What would you like to order?”
Instead of browsing the menu, the man’s gaze was focused elsewhere. Specifically, your chest. You stood there uncomfortably, wondering if you should say something or just ignore him. But then you realized the man wasn’t being a creep. He was reading your name tag.
The man said your name out loud hesitantly.
“Yes? That’s me.” You tilted your head slightly, trying to figure out if you knew this man. Nothing about his appearance rang a bell. You then started to worry about whether or not you were supposed to recognize him. Was he a current classmate? A former coworker?
The man’s eyes instantly lit up. “You’re Nanami’s girlfriend, right?”
Your eyes widened in surprise.
Kento? He knows Kento?
“Oh, um, yes I am.” The question had taken you off guard. You weren’t expecting a random customer to mention your boyfriend’s name.
“It’s so nice to meet you!” The man smiled brightly at you, looking extremely excited. “Gojo always mentions how pretty and kind you are, so I couldn’t resist visiting when he told me you worked here.”
Gojo?
If this man knew both Nanami and Gojo, did this mean he was also a sorcerer?
The stranger had piqued your curiosity, and you just couldn’t give up the opportunity to sit down and chat with him. Luckily, it was a slow day and you convinced your coworker to allow you to take your break early. After preparing two drinks, you slipped into a booth in the back of the shop with the man taking a seat across from you.
“I’m Ino Takuma.” The man introduced himself to you.
“So, if you know Gojo and Kento, does that mean you’re a sorcerer?” You kept your voice hushed while asking, just in case your nosy coworkers were trying to listen in on your conversation.
Ino nodded. “Yep, I am.”
You couldn’t help but feel excited to meet another one of Nanami’s colleagues. He purposely tried to shield you from the jujutsu world, but it only made you more curious. Plus, you wanted to know more about what Nanami was like as a sorcerer. He was always so gentle and sweet with you. Well, except for in bed. But it was sometimes hard to imagine that he exorcised curses for a living.
“Do you know Kento well?” you asked curiously.
Ino nodded eagerly. “Yes! I worked with him on a mission once and since then, I’ve really respected him.” He blushed a little, rubbing the back of his head. “Nanami is my role model. I don’t see myself as a particularly smart guy, so whenever I don’t know what to do, I always ask myself what would Nanami do?”
Ino’s words were full of sincerity. In some ways, he reminded you of Itadori. Both of the boys seemed to admire Nanami in a way you would never understand as a non-sorcerer. But it made your heart full knowing that Nanami was a trusted mentor in his workplace.
“Does that mean Kento is strong?” You were a little hesitant to ask the question. As an outsider to the jujutsu world, you didn’t know what made a sorcerer strong. But if another sorcerer told you that Nanami was indeed powerful, you would feel comforted. You knew his job was dangerous, so you obviously worried about his safety, but you tried your best not to show it around him.
“Nanami is super strong!” Ino exclaimed, arms flailing around to emphasize his point. “He’s a Grade 1 sorcerer! That’s practically the best you can be!”
You bit back a sigh of relief. “That’s good to know. Thank you, Ino.”
The two of you continued to chat for the rest of your break, getting to know each other better. Ino even successfully squeezed out of you Nanami’s favorite bakery and favorite bookstore. He claimed he wanted to surprise the man with a gift he would actually appreciate. You encouraged him with a warm smile.
“Thank you for the tea and the conversation,” Ino said, sliding out of the booth. He hovered around you with a light blush dusting his cheeks again. “Um, next time you see Nanami, can you maybe ask him about my recommendation to a Grade 1 sorcerer? If you don’t mind that is!”
“Sure! Will do. It was great meeting you. Thank you for helping to keep Kento safe!”
Ino’s eyes widened at your words. He puffed out his chest proudly. “Of course!”
You waved at him as he exited the shop with a loud farewell.
After your shift, you had returned to your apartment to change and grab some things to spend the night at Nanami’s apartment. When you arrived at his place, the man was already setting the table for dinner. You hugged him from behind with a happy hum as finished his task. Nanami gently removed your arms from around him before turning around and greeting you with a kiss.
“Welcome home.”
“Dinner smells good,” you commented happily. “I’m starving!”
Nanami chuckled lightly. He pulled out a chair for you. “Sit down and I’ll serve you.”
The two of you sat at the table together, plates filled with delicious curry rice.
“How was your day today?�� Nanami asked once you both started eating.
“Oh!” You swallowed your bite. “I actually met a coworker of yours. He came to the shop.”
“Who?” Nanami looked rather unhappy, gripping the spoon in his hand forcefully.
“Ino Takuma.”
Nanami sighed, rubbing his forehead in irritation. “I’m sorry. I’ll make sure to tell him to stay away from you. I have no idea how he found your workplace in the first place.”
“Huh? What? No, it’s fine! Ino was very kind and sweet. I enjoyed chatting with him. Also, don’t be too mad at him, Gojo was the one who told him about me.”
Nanami clenched his fist. The next time he saw that white-haired idiot, he was going to kill him.
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “Kento, why are you so against me meeting other jujutsu sorcerers? These people are important to you, no? I want to meet them.”
Nanami refused to meet your gaze. He still wasn’t comfortable with the thought of you interacting with the jujutsu world, sorcerers included. “I’m just trying to prote—”
“Protect me, I know.” You let out a deep sigh. “But I don’t want you to hide your life as a sorcerer from me. It’s a big part of your identity, and I want to learn more about jujutsu so I can understand you, Gojo, Itadori, and everyone better.” You lowered your voice slightly. “I care about you all, you know.”
Nanami reached out across to the table to gently hold your hand. “I know,” he admitted quietly. “I’m sorry.” He knew that shielding you from the jujutsu world as much as possible wasn’t doing you or him any favors. But Nanami didn’t know what else to do. He never imagined he would be dating someone while working as a sorcerer. And he especially never imagined he would be dating a non-sorcerer.
Relationships between sorcerers and non-sorcerers rarely worked out, so Nanami tried to restrict your access to the jujutsu world as much as possible. He refused to talk about his missions with you. He tried to limit the presence of other sorcerers around you. He did this to protect you, but maybe he was doing it to protect himself instead. He didn’t want to lose you or scare you away.
“I do want to share my life as a sorcerer with you.” Nanami was struggling to find the right words. “But it’s difficult for me.” He had always envisioned his personal life and his work life as two separate spheres, but you were beginning to blur those lines. “I promise I’ll do better.”
You smiled softly, appreciating his efforts. “Well, we can take it slow.”
“Thank you.”
You were cleaning the dishes in the sink when Nanami wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his face in your neck. Both of you felt so much lighter after the discussion during dinner.
“Oh!” A sudden realization popped into your mind. “I forgot to mention. Ino asked me to tell you not to forget his Grade 1 sorcerer recommendation.”
Nanami groaned in the crook of your neck. “Of course he did, that impatient kid.”
“What’s a recommendation? Are you not going to do it?”
He sighed. “It’s complicated.”
“Kento,” you whined.
“Alright. I’ll explain it to you after you’re done.”
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You had just finished class when a text popped up on your phone. It was from Gojo.
Gojo: Hey! Do you want to go to dinner with me, Yuji, and Nanami tonight????
Dinner? You felt a tinge of excitement.
You: Sure! I’m free!
You didn’t know what the occasion was for, but you were grateful for the invite. Gojo often stopped by at your workplace, occasionally accompanied by Itadori, to greet you and grab a sweet drink. But you unfortunately never had the time to properly sit down with him and catch up.
Out of all sorcerers you had met so far, Gojo was the most mysterious. After all, what sort of man wore a blindfold in public? And now that you thought about it, how did he always seem to know when you were working? Especially since your work schedule differed from week to week...
Weird.
Gojo: Great! I’ll send you the time and place later~
You: Thanks! See you then!
You were about to text Nanami and tell him you were looking forward to dinner when one of your classmates called your name.
“Yes?” you asked, looking away from your phone.
“Want to join our study group? We’re heading to the library right now!”
“Yeah, sure! Coming!”
It was only after you left the library several hours later that you realized you had forgotten to text Nanami. But you figured it wasn’t a big deal since you would soon see him at dinner.
Nanami looked at his watch impatiently. It was already past 5 pm. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He was supposed to be back in his apartment, prepping dinner for you. “What are we doing here, Gojo? I need to get home.”
The white-haired calmly rested his arms behind his head with a suspicious smirk on his face. “Relax, Nanami. We’re waiting for a surprise.”
Itadori perked up beside him, looking up at his sensei with wide eyes. “A surprise?! What kind of surprise?”
Gojo chuckled. “The best kind.”
Nanami let out an exasperated sigh. He removed his sunglasses and put them in his pocket. The three sorcerers were standing around in the middle of a busy street filled with pedestrians. “I don’t have time for such frivolities, Gojo. Excuse me, but I’m leavi—”
“Wait!” Gojo exclaimed. He waved at someone in the crowd. “She’s here!”
“She?” Nanami repeated, trying to follow Gojo’s line of sight.
It was easy to spot Gojo, even amongst the giant, moving crowd. The tall man towered over everyone else and his bright, white hair easily stood out in the background. You could see him waving his hand at you, so you waved back.
Squeezing your way through the crowd, you joined up with the three sorcerers with an excited grin. “Hi!”
“Say hello to the surprise,” Gojo announced, waltzing over to your side and wrapping an arm around your shoulder.
Itadori looked thrilled to see you, but as your eyes shifted to Nanami, you immediately sensed something was wrong.
“Gojo, you did tell Kento you invited me, right?” you asked cautiously, looking up at the tall man.
The sorcerer hummed to himself for several seconds before responding. “Nope!”
You blanched. Uh oh. You should have texted him.
Nanami didn’t look too visibly upset, but he was pinching the bridge of his nose with a frown. When would that idiot stop meddling with his personal life behind his back?
“Na-na-mi,” Gojo said in a singsong voice. “Are you excited to see your stunning, beautiful, and gorgeous girlfriend? Shouldn’t you be thanking me for bringing her here?” The white-haired sorcerer pulled you even closer to him. He didn’t miss the way Nanami’s eyes instantly narrowed at him.
Nanami grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of Gojo’s grasp until you were comfortably nestled against his side. He couldn’t stand seeing that man's hands on you. “Don’t let him touch you. His idiocy is contagious.”
You giggled at the comment. Gojo let out a satisfied hum, watching the two of you together. “Alright, lovebirds!” He clapped his hands together. “It’s time for dinner!”
“Dinner?!” Itadori gasped. He started salivating at the thought of food. “Gojo-sensei, what are we eating?”
The tall sorcerer patted the top of Itadori’s head affectionately. “To celebrate Yuji’s last night as a dead man, we’re going to a steakhouse!”
The kid loudly cheered as you looked to Nanami for clarification.
“Itadori is being introduced back to the school tomorrow.”
“Oh, I see.” Gojo had told you before that the Itadori was supposed to be dead and not to mention his existence to anyone. You didn’t understand why and you didn’t ask, but you kept your promise. The young sorcerer bounced around excitedly before hugging Gojo. You couldn’t help but smile at the adorable interaction.
“Let’s hurry up, so we’re not late for our reservation.” Gojo started walking quickly through the crowd with Itadori right by his side. You and Nanami were a little ways behind them as you found it hard to keep up with Gojo’s brisk pace. He pressed a warm hand against your lower back, guiding you through the large crowd.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that Gojo invited me,” you apologized. Even though Nanami said he would be more open about the jujutsu world, you knew he was still sensitive about you spending too much time around other sorcerers. “I was going to text you but then some classmates asked me if I wanted to study with them, and I said yes because you know I need all the help I can get, and then I completely forgot to message you and by the time I left the library and actually remembered I didn’t text you, I thought it wasn’t worth it since I was going to be seeing you at dinner soon, and I, uh, yeah.” You winced, realizing you were rambling yet again.
“It’s not your fault,” he assured you. “That idiot always has something up this sleeve.”
“You’re not upset, right?”
He rubbed his hand up and down your back. It sent a tingle up your spine. “I'm not upset," Nanami replied honestly. "I’m glad you’re here.”
You slid into the booth at the steakhouse. Itadori was already seated across from you. Gojo was about to take the open seat next to you, but Nanami grabbed the back of the man’s uniform and shoved him away.
“Hey!” the sorcerer loudly complained.
Nanami sat down next to you, completely unbothered. “Sit with your student, Gojo.” You tried to stifle your laughter, looking at the two men in complete amusement.
Gojo slid into the booth next to Itadori with a carefree grin. Teasing Nanami was too easy when you were around.
The four of you had a pleasant dinner together. Your only complaint was the way Nanami rubbed your thigh with his left hand the entire time while waiting for the food to arrive. You were wearing a rather short dress which rode up as you sat down, giving him perfect access to your bare skin. It was incredibly distracting.
You were a little surprised that Nanami was doing something like this in public, even though it was mostly hidden from sight. Part of you wondered if it was because Gojo was present. Nanami always acted a little differently with you when the other sorcerer was around.
For some reason, you couldn't shake the feeling that Gojo knew exactly what was happening underneath the table. Even with his blindfold on, you could tell that the sorcerer was looking right at you with a knowing smile on his face. You felt a little flustered, but Nanami seemed completely unperturbed. Perhaps it was just your imagination.
After dinner, you followed Itadori out the front door of the restaurant.
“Ah! I’m so stuffed!” he commented with a satisfied hum, rubbing his belly.
“I hope you still have room for some dessert.”
The two of you turned back to look at Gojo. Nanami was only a couple of steps behind him.
“Oh! Dessert? Don’t worry, Sensei. I always got room for that!” He gave Gojo a thumbs up.
“Great! I happen to know an amazing ice cream shop around the corner!” You blinked in surprise as the white-haired sorcerer wrapped a long arm around your shoulder again and started ushering you towards the destination. “Let’s get going!”
What you didn’t see was the way Gojo turned his head back to send a smug look to his dear friend. Nanami glared at the sorcerer but didn’t intervene. The walk to the shop was short, and you didn’t appear to be uncomfortable, happily chatting away with Itadori about the best and worst ice cream flavors.
It wasn’t until you all arrived at the shop that you pulled away from Gojo and latched onto his arm instead. “What are you going to get?”
“Hmm. I don’t know. What do you want?” he asked.
You looked at the menu, eyes squinting in concentration. “I’m stuck between Peanut Butter Cup and Mint Chocolate Chip.”
“Pick one and I’ll get the other. We can share.”
Your eyes widened. “Really? You don’t have to.”
Nanami smiled softly at that adorable look on your face. He gently tucked a hair away from your face. “I like both of those flavors anyway.”
Itadori and Gojo silently exchanged looks with one another. They were both internally squealing at the cute exchange they just witnessed between the two of you. It was rare to see such a soft side of Nanami in public.
“Nanami,” Gojo cooed, a little jealous. “Do you want to share some ice cream with me too?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Huh? Why not?” the sorcerer whined.
“Because you’ll get the most sickening ice cream flavor of them all.”
Nanami was absolutely correct.
Gojo ordered a large cone of triple chocolate ice cream with chunks of brownies, cookie dough, and fudge mixed with swirls of caramel and marshmallow.
It was a complete abomination.
The four of you sat outside, enjoying the nice weather while indulging in ice cream. You thought it was cute how Itadori’s strawberry cone almost matched the color of his hair. Once everyone finished their dessert, the group finally split up. You waved goodbye at Gojo and Itadori. “Good luck tomorrow, Itadori!” He had shared with you earlier about how excited (and a little nervous) he was to see his classmates again. You hoped the reunion went well.
It was a quiet walk home with Nanami. The two you held hands, enjoying the calm atmosphere now that Gojo and Itadori were both gone.
As soon as you entered Nanami’s apartment, you took off your shoes as Nanami removed his blazer. “I had a good time tonight,” you mused. “Itadori is such a sweetie, and Gojo—”
Your words were cut off with a gasp as Nanami roughly pushed you against the wall. He put a knee in between your legs, and one of his hands began to crawl up your exposed thigh. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, shivering as you felt the pleasant tingle of his touch. He gave you such a heated look that it left you swallowing nervously.
“I don’t want to hear another man’s name out of your mouth tonight,” he growled in your ear.
You looked back at him, both half-amused and half-aroused. “I’m only yours, Kento.”
“Good.”
Nanami whisked you away to the bedroom as you laughed breathily in his arms.
---
Nanami surveyed the numerous body bags in the morgue of Tokyo Jujutsu High.
“Three Grade 2 sorcerers. One Semi-Grade 1 sorcerer. Five Auxiliary Managers. Two storage attendants,” Ijichi listed off the number of casualties.
Nanami clenched his fists. “This is the same curse that Itadori and I fought together, correct?”
“Yes,” the manager replied, pushing up his glasses. “Shoko confirmed that the bodies were all disfigured in the same manner.”
The sorcerer grit his teeth in frustration. He blamed himself. If he had been able to exorcise the curse back then, these innocent lives might have been spared. After all, it was his fault that Mahito had escaped. He hadn’t been quick enough.
“Gojo, can I have a private word with you?”
The white-haired sorcerer had been leaning against the wall the entire time, quiet for once.
“I’ll take my leave,” Ijichi announced, exiting the room.
Nanami broke the silence first.
“If anything happens to me, promise me you’ll take care of her.”
Gojo didn’t respond right away. “Why are you telling me this?” he asked in an unusually serious tone.
“Mahito is still around. My attacks are not effective against him. He seems to have a special interest in me, so there is a high probability we will run into each other again. And I may not be lucky enough to have Itadori by my side then.”
“No.”
“What?!” Nanami whipped around to face the sorcerer. The fury in his eyes was hidden by his sunglasses, but Gojo could sense the anger all the same.
“No, I won’t promise to take care of her.”
“Gojo, you—”
“Stop acting like you’re trying to die.” Nanami stiffened. “Take care of her yourself. You’re strong.”
A tense silence hung in the air.
Nanami let out a deep breath.
“Thank you, Gojo.”
---
The next day, Nanami had just finished a mission when the Kyoto Sister-School Goodwill Event ended. He came back to campus to see all the students in baseball uniforms. Wasn’t the second day dedicated to individual battles?
“Oh, Nanami!” Gojo called out, jogging over to him. He had forgone his blindfold for a pair of sunglasses and wore a simple button-up shirt and pants instead of his normal uniform. “Too bad you missed the game! We won!”
“The game?”
Gojo nodded with a devious look on his face. “Yup! This year, the Goodwill Event winner was determined by a baseball game!” He laughed victoriously.
Nanami shook his head. Only Gojo could successfully pull off a stunt like this in front of both school principals.
“By the way, we’re going out for some drinks tonight. Even Utahime and Mei Mei said they would join. You should come. And bring your girlfriend too.”
“Absolutely not.” There was potentially a traitor among the group, and Gojo thought it was a good idea to bring you into the mix? There was no way he was going to let that happen.
“Too bad. I already invited her.”
“You what?! ” Nanami fumed.
“You mad or something?”
Nanami thought about trying to strangle the white-haired sorcerer when his phone chimed. It was a message from you.
You: Gojo invited me out with you guys tonight. Is that ok?
“Is that her?” Gojo asked, trying to peek at Nanami’s phone screen.
“None of your business.”
He began typing his response.
“I know you won’t say no to her,” Gojo hummed. The other sorcerer ignored him.
Nanami: Yeah, it’s fine. I’ll pick you up and we’ll go together?
You: I have to stay a lil late at work :( someone called out sick so I’ll just meet you all there
Nanami: You sure? I don’t mind waiting for you.
You: Yup it’s fine! See you tonight!
Nanami locked his phone and put it away.
“So?” Gojo asked, eyebrows raised expectantly.
“She’s coming,” Nanami grumbled.
The white-haired sorcerer clapped his hands together excitedly like he hadn’t planned for this to happen from the start. “Great! I’m looking forward to tonight!”
Nanami glared at him in response.
“What? You still mad?”
Nanami tapped his fingers absentmindedly on the table. You still hadn’t arrived yet. Utahime was somehow already drunk, loudly laughing at something Shoko said. Gojo was bothering Ijichi who was sputtering nervously, and Mei Mei was silently sipping on a cocktail she forced Gojo to buy for her. Nanami bit back a sigh. He missed you.
“I heard from a little birdie that you have a girlfriend now, Nanami. And a non-sorcerer one at that,” Mei Mei commented with a sly smile.
Nanami looked at Gojo, knowing exactly who this “little birdie” was, but the white-haired sorcerer turned away with a whistle.
“A girlfriend?!” Utahime gasped. She grabbed Shoko’s shoulders and violently shook her. “Shoko, did you know about this?”
The doctor was completely unfazed. “Yeah. We’ve all met her before except you and Mei Mei.”
Utahime covered her face and made dramatic sobbing noises. “Out of all of us, it’s Nanami who’s dating first?!”
Nanami’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance. What was that supposed to mean?
“Shoko!” Utahime whined. “Will you marry me if I’m still single at 40?”
“I’ll do it!” Gojo quipped.
The Kyoto sorcerer made a disgusted gagging noise. “Like hell I would ever agree to that!”
“I’ll do it for money. How much would you pay me?” Mei Mei asked.
“You guys are all terrible!” Utahime exclaimed. She latched onto Shoko. “Only Shoko is nice to me!”
“But I never said I would marry you,” the doctor pointed out calmly.
The entire table burst into laughter. Nanami quietly sipped on his beer.
“Sorry, I’m late!” Your bright voice finally caught the man’s attention. You waved at the group, heading over. Nanami got up to greet you but a certain white-haired man beat him to it.
Gojo called your name happily, wrapping you into an unexpected bear hug.
“Alright, that’s enough,” Nanami commanded, immediately dragging the sorcerer off of you and kicking him back into his seat.
You chuckled lightly before hugging Nanami too. Hesitating for a little bit, you decided to kiss the man on the cheek. You knew he didn’t like PDA, but you still wanted to greet him affectionately.
“I think you missed,” Gojo pointed out.
Flushing in embarrassment at Gojo's comment, you were about to pull away and take a seat, but Nanami suddenly leaned down and kissed you on the lips deeply. It was so unexpected that you couldn’t suppress the noise of surprise that left your throat. You could vaguely hear the cheering and wolf whistles from the table which only made you blush more. Nanami finally pulled away, leaving you breathless.
“Now that’s more like it,” Gojo commented with a slow clap.
Ijichi covered his face with his hands, unable to believe he witnessed Nanami in such a manner. Utahime’s jaw dropped open in complete shock. Shoko was busy rummaging through her purse for a cigarette. Mei Mei raised her eyebrows, impressed at Nanami’s boldness.
Gojo gestured to you. “Well, say hi to Nanami’s girlfriend, everyone!”
You shyly waved at them. “Hi,” you squeaked, still embarrassed.
Even though you had the day off tomorrow, you hadn’t planned on drinking a lot during the night. But Utahime challenged all the girls to a drink-off and you couldn’t resist participating to get to know the other women better. Mei Mei only agreed to partake once Gojo confirmed he would cover everyone’s tabs.
It turned out that both Shoko and Mei Mei had incredibly high tolerances. You and Utahime on the other hand, not so much.
You groaned, struggling to climb the steps up to Nanami’s apartment. After watching your pitiful attempt, the sorcerer lifted you in his arms and carried you the rest of the way.
“Ugh, I’m sorry,” you mumbled. You felt bad that Nanami had to take care of you, especially because you had not intended to get this drunk.
“Don’t apologize.” He carefully set you down on your feet as he opened his apartment door. Nanami helped you wash up and get changed before joining you in bed once he was done with his own nightly routine.
You were practically laying on top of Nanami while rubbing a hand down his firm chest. When your hand started to wander lower, he gently took it and brought it up to his face to kiss it. “We should go to sleep.”
You pouted a little but mumbled in agreement, rolling off the man and nestling into his side instead. “Good night, Kento. Love you.”
Nanami stiffened, suddenly wide awake after hearing your words. He was filled with such an indescribable emotion that it left him completely speechless. Nanami was worried you would be upset that he hadn’t responded right away, but he was instead greeted by the familiar sound of your slow, deep breaths. You were asleep.
He let out a sigh. Nanami wondered if you would remember your confession in the morning, but he doubted it. Your memory was always spotty when you got this drunk.
Nanami kissed your head, stroking your hair gently.
“I love you too.”
---
“Is something wrong?”
Nanami didn’t even look up from the newspaper he was reading to address the white-haired sorcerer. “Everything is fine. Why are you asking?”
Gojo hummed, tapping a finger on his chin in thought. His sharp eyes took in his friend’s appearance. “You seem a bit tense. You didn’t have a fight with the girlfriend, did you?”
“Nothing of that sort happened. And even if it did, I wouldn’t tell you.”
“So you did have a fight!” Gojo exclaimed.
Nanami turned the page. “No, we did not. And just to stop your incessant bothering, I will tell you that she has a very important exam today, so I have not seen her in several days to allow her to focus on studying.”
“Ahh, I see!” It made perfect sense to Gojo now. “You look so tense because you’re sexually frustrated!”
Nanami crumbled the edges of the newspaper in his hands. “I refuse to talk about such things with you.”
“Oh, but you’re not denying it,” Gojo pointed you. “Nanami, there is absolutely no shame in talking about our sex lives. We should be more open about sex to destigmatize it. For example, last week I—”
“I’m leaving,” Nanami suddenly announced. He folded up his newspaper and exited the lounge. He’d rather fight four Grade One curses single-handedly than hear about that man’s sex life.
---
Nanami couldn’t keep his hands off of you. As soon as you walked through his apartment door, cheering that you were finally done with your exam, he immediately pulled you into his arms and kissed you wantonly.
Your absence in the past few days was so striking. He had trouble sleeping and didn’t even feel like cooking without your familiar presence around him. It was so good to have you back again.
You giggled at his eagerness, looking up at him with a knowing smile. “Did you miss me?”
Nanami was already ushering you towards his bedroom.
“Let me show you just how much I missed you.”
The next morning, you stumbled out of Nanami’s bedroom with a loud yawn. You had no class or work for the day, so you were looking forward to lounging around Nanami’s apartment as a reward for suffering through your exam yesterday.
You perked up when you smelled something good in the air. Popping your head in the kitchen, you saw Nanami flipping pancakes.
“Good morning!” You eyed the pancakes with a hungry look.
“Good morning. Breakfast will be ready in a few,” Nanami replied, adding more batter into the pan.
“Okay!” You left to quickly get dressed for the day.
By the time you returned, Nanami was setting down a plate on the table piled high with fluffy blueberry pancakes.
“Thank you for breakfast!” you said with a wide grin, snatching two pancakes and putting them on your own plate.
After eating, Nanami looked at this watch with a small frown. “I have to go.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll clean everything up.” You headed over to the door where Nanami was slipping into his shoes and putting on his blazer. Before he opened the door, you stepped in to fix his tie that was just slightly askew.
“I’ll see you tonight, handsome?”
“Of course.”
For you, Nanami would do everything in his power to make sure he finished work on time and returned home as soon as possible. He used to look forward to the end of the workday because he hated working. But now he looked forward to the end of the workday because he got to see you.
As a jujutsu sorcerer, Nanami knew he couldn’t take anything for granted. Any amount of time spent with you was absolutely precious to him. So he wanted to make sure to maximize that amount of time as much as possible.
Nanami leaned down to kiss you.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
You blinked.
Huh?
Did he say…?
Wait, did you say....?
Your eyes widened in realization as you covered your mouth in shock.
Nanami said he loved you.
And you immediately said you loved him back.
The words had slipped right out of your mouth without you even realizing it.
“Enjoy your day off,” Nanami said nonchalantly before exiting the apartment. The door gently closed shut behind him.
When Nanami arrived at work, a certain white-haired sorcerer knew something was different about his friend.
“What happened with her?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Gojo grabbed his phone and dialed a number quickly. “You owe me money, Mei Mei! I won the bet! I told you they would confess their love to each other before the end of the month.”
Nanami clenched his jaw.
Bet?
The sorcerer menacingly stood over Gojo, sword withdrawn and cursed energy swirling around him angrily. “What bet?”
Gojo removed the phone from his ear. Mei Mei could be heard angrily yelling from the device, clearly upset about losing a large sum of money. “Now, now, Nanami. You’re only this angry at me because I’m correct, right? You two finally confessed to each other?”
Nanami took his tie off and wrapped it around his hand.
The white-haired sorcerer threw his head back with a howl of laughter. “I’ll take that as a yes! But before you try to kill me, just know that a) it’s impossible and b) I only agreed to this bet to prove Mei Mei wrong. She didn’t think you had it in you to confess so soon! But I always had faith in you because I’m such a good friend!”
Nanami took a menacing step forward towards Gojo, but the sound of his phone chiming stopped his advance. Gojo took that as a sign to escape with his loud laughter still echoing in the hallways.
With a sigh, Nanami unlocked his phone to read the text from you.
You: Wanted to say I love you ♡
You: Just in case you didn’t hear earlier
You: But I’m pretty sure you did...
You: I just want to be sure
You: Anyways I’ll see you later :)
You: Miss you already
You: I'll try not to destroy your apartment
You: Ok sorry I'll stop bothering you now
He couldn’t wait to come home to you tonight.
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The Munchies
prompt: a stoner feedee's girlfriend uses him to test out new edibles and deals with his munchies
Remmy returned home from visiting relatives on the last day of December, and he was very glad to be back. They’d fed him well and his pants were tight, but all the small talk and bad vibes had been as much of a drag as usual.
He opened the door to his apartment and breathed in a familiar, potent scent.
“Baby!” Brianna ran from the kitchen and tackled him.
“Happy almost New Year! Wanna hear my resolution? Baking and getting baked. Check it out.”
She brought him over to the counter, where she was almost done filling up three containers of what Remmy had no doubt were various edibles. He ignored the kitchen mess.
“I’m liking what I see,” Remmy laughed.
She preened and then pinched his love handle. “I bet you do."
"These aren’t your typical brownies, though," she said. "This is gourmet.” She kissed her fingertips in a muah.
The first container was full of moist shortbread, the second with a kind of apple crumble dish that looked divine. Last but not least, the third had a jumble of what like peanut butter cups.
“Try something!” Brianna gushed. She seemed to be a little floaty already. “You’re gonna be my new taste tester. I think I could really be good at this. Make some cash, too.”
So Remmy tried one of the peanut butter cups. His eyes widened, and he smiled. “Bri, these are incredible.” He ate another.
“Take it easy. Two should get you stoned. So says the recipe anyway.” Brianna rubbed his pudgy forearm as he eyed the rest in the container, biting the inside of his lip. “Hey. If you’re just hungry, I can fix that. You wanna eat?”
“I’m starving,” Remmy said. A lie, since he’d had a big lunch before driving back. But he could eat.
“Okay, I’ll get you something! Pay day was Monday. Let’s splurge. What do you want?”
McDonalds, Remmy’s mind supplied easily, in an almost salacious tone. His relatives thought they were too good for McDonalds, and now his body thrummed with the desire to just get a truckload of those greasy combos and revel in the guilt and satisfaction of eating every last unhealthy bite.
Then again. Brianna probably wasn’t okay to drive right now, he didn’t feel like getting back in the car, and the scale told him he’d hit 240 recently, “Let’s just order in.”
“Sounds good to me.”
That night, as they ignored the idiots on television bringing in the New Year, the two of them picked at the apple crumble - which tasted as brilliant as Remmy had suspected - and lounged around, enjoying their high. Brianna barely touched her Chinese takeout, and Remmy ate all of his. Then hers. Then he started grazing the kitchen for more food.
Over the course of the next week, the two of them finished off the rest of what she made, plus some more recipes that turned out delicious. Brianna got a pleasant high every time, and Remmy enjoyed the edibles, too, although his experience was slightly different. It was just—
He just—
He got hungry. Munchies but on unholy overdrive. Cranked to eleven and a half. With every high, Remmy became a little more overwhelmed by the sheer amount of food he felt compelled to pack away, savory and sweet. Takeout and fast food and quarts of ice cream. Nuts and fruits, too. Jar of peanut butter here. Tub of icing there. He’d never been very active, so it came as no surprise when his clothes began stretching over his chest and belly and thighs and ass. He popped a button getting dressed one morning and couldn’t stop thinking about it the rest of the day. He hadn’t realized it would happen so quickly, his body converting all the calories into flab. Flab that padded him out chubbier than he already was, and then more on top of that. In the mirror, he started to look big.
Brianna seemed unfazed by her boyfriend’s growing girth. She took to her baking resolution with as much gusto as she did anything that interested her, and even into March, April, and May, she was selling the edibles well and raked in money that almost made her day job obsolete. Remmy was constantly praised for being “the bestest taste tester ever” and enjoyed a steady stream of free highs to balance out the lows of spending most of his time working his IT job from home.
Working, gaming, watching old movies. Remmy already stayed sitting most of the day, but as he gained weight, gained a lot, filling out his desk chair to its limits, crumbs becoming his constant companion, he felt even less like standing up. His weight climbed to 280, 290, 300.
June, July, and August passed uneventfully, and pretty happily, too. Brianna stopped asking him what food he wanted from the grocery store and just bought him things. Bought him things she knew he’d eat when he got high, things that made his ass spread wider on the couch, his arms round out like sausages, his pudgy chest start to really droop. The scale said 320, 330, 340.
Remmy gave up trying to gain control of the new appetite Brianna’s heavenly edibles seemed to install in him irrevocably. When he craved, he ate, and he ate. And like a dam breaking, his body surged with so much excess fat he began spilling out of even his newest clothes.
He was a little ashamed, sure. But quite a few of his relatives were fat, so they couldn't talk, and it felt like sweet revenge to embarrass his irritating parents by becoming so overweight. As for everyday life, well, he just moved around from room to room slower, wore the same stretchy clothes a lot, and that was it. Remmy did mention his weight in passing sometimes to gauge Brianna’s feelings about it, but Brianna only ever giggled, called him cute, and passed him her venti sugary monstrosity of a coffee concoction, which he thoughtlessly sucked down to the dregs, ingesting a thousand-plus calories just like that. This made her eyes sparkle, huge and utterly endeared.
“Like a piggy,” she said, thumbing his fat cheek. “Always willing to eat.”
In bed, she made it clear she liked him the way he was, and was becoming. And it wasn’t long before Remmy realized he was into how big he was becoming, too.
They continued like this. Getting high together and watching movies and making out and snacking. Well, Brianna snacked. Remmy feasted. Gorged himself, to put it precisely, with Brianna’s enthusiastic help. “You look good soft,” she’d tell him, playing with belly fat that his stretchiest t-shirts couldn’t cover anymore.
Remmy would swallow another bite of a snickers and spread his huge thighs a little, with effort. “You call it soft, but I’m the one who gets tired moving from the office to the kitchen.” I’m so heavy, he wanted to say. God, I’m so heavy.
“Just move your computer to the kitchen then,” she said. “Duh.”
It was a seed planted that came to fruition a month later - when Remmy’s food cravings became unmanageable and his weight climbed past 360 - that he felt he would simply be more productive during his day job if his breaks to get food from the kitchen were shorter.
By November, whether he was high or not, Remmy was grazing all day, everyday. What Brianna got from the store became insufficient, and he started a habit of ordering take out most days. In big portions. His scale creaked at 375. When Brianna wasn’t home, he sometimes ate takeout on the scale to see if the number would rise.
On Remmy’s birthday in early December, Brianna made a fresh batch of his favorites again: the peanut butter cup edibles. After ordering pizza for delivery, she got in the shower, and Remmy scarfed down three of the big cups as soon as they cooled. Then he waited, leaning against the counter, scrolling on his phone, belly hanging, feet hurting. He didn’t want to go to the effort of sitting on the couch and getting back up again when he could just stay in the kitchen, where he knew he’d end up anyway.
He scratched his supple underbelly. Found a pack of Twizzlers and started eating those.
Soon enough, his breathing slowed as he felt the high slowly come over him. And, as expected, his whole body immediately began to tingle for satiation. Fattening food sung to him from the pantry and fridge and freezer all at once, and it was all going to make him so huge and heavy he wouldn’t be able to stand on his own wide feet, but he wanted it anyway.
He didn’t care if he was pushing 390 now. He’d blown up, yeah. Inflated from a thick guy to obese and waddling. At this point, he was so pumped so big with blubber that he couldn’t twitch without jiggling, but so what? He was hungry. Being high made him want to consume, and so he did. He couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to.
Remmy opened the fridge and took out his birthday cake, which Brianna must have stuck in there after getting home from work. He couldn’t wait to eat it properly. There was no way he could wait until after the pizza came. Besides, it was his birthday. Remmy took off the plastic lid of the round, triple chocolate cake and felt his nerves light up with anticipation. He was going to eat it all, and there was no stopping him.
He found a knife and cut himself a slice three times the size any reasonable person would take. Desperate to get the goodness into his mouth without delay, he skipped a fork and bit right into the gooey, dense cake and mouse and fudge. God, Brianna was so perfect for getting him the unhealthiest cake imaginable. She knew he didn’t care if he was ten pounds heavier tomorrow, if his fat ass ripped his sweatpants open, if he ate so much he couldn’t haul himself to bed—she knew he needed this.
He ate slice after slice, and it was mostly gone when Brianna got out of the shower, looking sexier than usual in her matching purple lingerie. She’d gotten chubbier with so much junk food in the apartment, and fat clung to her in all the right places. But her pudge was a far cry from his angry-red stretch marks and neck rolls. Hell, his moobs had grown bigger than her tits.
She found him in the kitchen, eating and holding his drooping belly, and she rubbed his back, cooing at him when he apologized.
“It’s okay. I figured you wouldn’t be able to wait all night. How are you feeling?”
“Good,” Remmy said, but all he could think about was getting his next bite. As she watched him, he tried to hold out. Tried to prove he could stop eating for two seconds. Three seconds, four - his resolve broke and he crammed the rest of a slice into his mouth and chewed, choking back a moan.
“You get the munchies so bad, don’t you?” Brianna grinned and leaned against his belly, patting and cupping his weighty breasts in the way she knew pleased him. “Let’s get you sat down. I’ll bring you what you need. Just sit and relax and watch whatever you want.” They moved to the couch and Remmy sat, the cushions wheezing, his thighs and belly quivering. Brianna tucked the remainder of the cake into his pudgy hands. “Don’t worry about a mess. It’s your birthday. And there’s more where that came from.” She winked. “I just needed to keep this cake refrigerated because it’s fancy. There’s a whole sheet cake on top of the fridge that’s cheap and huge. Covered in icing. Perfect for munchies.”
Remmy could only feel a wave of relief at this news. There would be more cake. And after that, there’d still be more junk in the cabinets. There was pizza coming. His high was just right. Brianna turned on the television to his favorite show and he settled further back into the cushions, feeling his second chin swell out and engulf his first. Everything was just right. He was lucky to have Brianna and food. So much food.
A year later, around the same time, Remmy skipped his usual trip to see his relatives for the holidays. At 520 pounds, it was simply too much effort to move.
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Rebuilding Family
Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader
A/N: hi lovely people! i hope you are all having a great day! drink some water! love you all!
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Chapter 13
Spencer got a call from you one morning when he was leaving his apartment to pick Jo up for school.
“Spencer,” your voice sounded deeper than normal.
“I’m sick,” you groaned.
“Aw, I’m sorry. What are your symptoms?” he asked.
“Stuffy nose, fever, headache, and a sore throat,” you sniffled.
“Could you take Jo for the weekend after you pick her up today? I don’t want her getting infected too.”
“Of course, do you need me to get you anything?” he asked.
“No thanks, you’re sweet but I’m fine. Stay away from my room, germaphobe,” you giggled slightly.
“You’re going to have to get Jo all ready for school. I just knocked on her door to wake her up. I didn’t want to take any chances,” you informed him.
“Okay, feel better, sweetheart,” Spencer said.
You made a kissing sound through the phone before hanging up, presumably to go back to bed.
-
Spencer walked inside to find Jo sitting in front of the TV.
“Mommy isn’t coming out of her room,” she stated.
“I know, she’s sick so she is protecting us from all the icky germs. You are going to spend the weekend at Daddy’s place,” he picked Jo up, bringing her into the kitchen and pouring her a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios.
“Eat up,” he said, pushing the bowl in front of her after adding milk and a spoon, “then Daddy is going to do your hair before we go.”
While Jo ate, Spencer packed her lunch and wrote a little note:
The word ‘dinosaur’ means ‘terrible lizard’ in Greek. See you later, Princess! Eat all of your cucumber slices!
Love,
Daddy
He sketched a little heart doodle to finish off the note, folding it and slipping it into Jo’s lunch box.
Spencer called Hotch as he was carrying Jo out to the car.
“Hey, Hotch. Can I have the day off?” he asked.
“Sure, Reid. You have plenty of sick days saved up. Is everything alright?”
“Y/N is sick so I’ve got Jo for the weekend and I want to clean up my apartment and do some grocery shopping beforehand,” Spencer explained, the phone pressed between his shoulder and ear as he buckled Jo in.
“Alright, see you Monday, Reid. Tell Jo I say hi,” he said.
“Will do,” Spencer hung up the phone.
“Uncle Aaron says hi,” he said to Jo.
“Hi Uncle Aaron!” Jo exclaimed even though the phone call had already ended.
-
After dropping Jo off, Spencer drove to the grocery store.
He picked up some snacks and food to replenish his empty cabinets so Jo wouldn’t starve at his apartment. He was going to attempt to make them spaghetti and meatballs for dinner but he picked up a bag of dino nuggets as a backup.
On the way home to his apartment, he stopped back at your house and walked inside, calling your phone as he set grocery bags down on the kitchen counter.
“Hey, I’m back. I know you said to stay away but I wanted to drop off a few things,” Spencer put the phone on speaker as he began to put away the groceries, “I got you some oranges because their vitamin C will help your immune system. I got you popsicles and ice cream to help with your fever and sore throat. I also got you some more tea and soup. And, I picked up some spring rolls for you that you can reheat whenever you are hungry.”
“You are the best. Thank you, Spence,” you sleepily replied.
“I don’t know what medicine you have been taking so far but after examining the ingredients of different over-the counter medicines in the pharmacy aisle, I found two that I think will work best to fend off your symptoms if taken together,” Spencer said, walking upstairs.
“I’m leaving them both outside your door with a glass of water,” he knelt down to place the pill bottles and water on the ground.
“If I’m up for it later, can I facetime you and Jo?” you asked hopefully.
“I will figure out how to use that just for you,” Spencer smiled.
“Just swipe to accept it like a normal phone call except then I will be able to see both of your beautiful little faces,” you giggled.
“Okay, try to get some rest, drink lots of water, and try to eat something if you can,” Spencer encouraged.
“See you later, Spence.”
-
After spending the rest of the day cleaning his apartment and putting away stacks of books that were on the floor so Jo wouldn’t trip, Spencer went to go pick her up.
“Here, Daddy,” she handed him a purple piece of paper with lots of glitter glue on it as she came running out of the classroom into his awaiting arms.
“Another Jo original?” he beamed, “Is this me, you, and Mommy again?”
Jo nodded, “We need one for your fridge too.”
“How thoughtful,” Spencer lifted the girl up and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“I went back home to check on Mommy and I packed you a bag of clothes and your favorite toys so you should be all set for the weekend but we can go back if we need to,” he explained to Jo as he carried her out to the car.
-
Spencer had managed to make him and Jo spaghetti even though it was just from a box. He even asked Rossi for his meatball recipe and made those from scratch. Jo cleared her plate so she seemed to enjoy the meal or she was just sparing her Daddy’s feelings.
They were watching a National Geographic dinosaur documentary when your contact photo came up on Spencer’s phone screen. It was a picture of you that he had insisted on taking on your date because you “looked too beautiful to not admire forever in photo form”. His phone lockscreen had also been changed from just a generic scenic landscape photo to a picture that Penelope had taken of you, Spencer, and Jo at Rossi’s party.
Spencer held the phone up and swiped accept.
“Hi!” you smiled, waving through the phone, you were still laying in bed.
“Mommy!” Jo exclaimed, standing up on the couch and sitting in Spencer’s lap to see better.
“Hi, Baby J! How is Daddy’s place?” you asked.
“Good! We had spaghetti and meatballs and now we are watching a dinosaur show and Daddy bought oreos,” Jo giggled, holding up a half-eaten cookie with crumbs on her face.
“Wow he’s really spoiling you,” you laughed, “Daddy brought me spring rolls and they are helping me get all better,” you smiled, taking a bite of one of them.
“Glad you are feeling better, sweetheart,” Spencer grinned.
“I’ll give it another day but you and Jo may be able to come back on Sunday after I disinfect everything,” you replied.
“Jo, say bye bye to Mommy so she can finish her dinner and go to bed,” Spencer prompted her.
“Night night, Mommy. Love you,” she waved at the camera, blowing a kiss.
“Bye Jo. Love you too! Be good for Daddy!” you waved back, “Night, Spence.”
“Good night, Y/N,” Spencer smiled, ending the call.
Twenty minutes later, Jo was out cold in Spencer’s lap, cuddled into his chest. Spencer smiled softly, picking her up and bringing her to his bed.
“Sweet dreams, Jo,” he whispered, giving her his usual goodnight kiss on the forehead.
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I think you've horribly misread the situation [shitty roommate pt 2] - leo x reader
wc: 2.3k
genre: contemporary drama, you're definitly going to get second hand embarrassment, cozy fluff
pairing: leo x reader, attempted isabella x leo
reader: gender neutral, they/them
requested: hell yeah
warnings: mild swearing, roommate tries to steal your man once again, mentions of various mainstream vampire media (twilight, the vampire diaries etc.), brief mention of castlevania (even though i haven't seen it yet lol), breif mention of videogames and assassins creed, very mild delusion (roommate is secretly convinced leo is a vampire that's in love with her), attempted age gap relationship (she's 17 and leo's 19, he shuts that down real fast), very bad poetry
summary: You and Leo are both looking foward to spending a long weekend together, and Leo is determined not to let anything interrupt it, even if it means turning down your roommate's attempts to seduce him in the kitchen.
a/n: absolutley no hate or shade or judgement to anyone who has the same or similar traits as isabella!!!!!! at her core she's annoying because she's the antagonist, not bc of any isolated trait or traits
also she's shitty cause she keeps trying to steal your boyfriend?????
Edit: I forgot to mention before, but this is a college au where you're both still demigods, so you went to camp and on quests and stuff together
This weekend is going to be all about recharging. Recharging from the ridiculous back to back closing and opening shifts at work, recharging from having to redo that stupid project twice because your professor couldn’t decide on a clear way to define the criteria, and recharging from Isabella having her townie friend Regan over almost non stop to “completely shake up her look” as she put it.
Between the constant presence of someone you’d barely consider an acquaintance and Big Time Rush’s self titled album blasting on repeat out of her giant airpod shaped speaker, it’s been harder than usual to get in some effective self care. You have no idea how many more times you can hear the phrase “I’m going for Jade West meets Elena Gilbert, with just a little Buffy Summers” before you lose your fucking mind.
Thankfully, the hard part is almost over. There’s some minor holiday tomorrow on friday, so you and Leo both have a three day weekend ahead of you, which you intend to spend entirely together. You planned ahead, frontloading homework, chores, errands, and everything you could think of to remove anything that isn’t cuddling or playing video games and watching netflix together from your horizon.
This includes going straight from work to the grocery store to stock the fridge and get any snacks you and Leo want. You had texted him a while ago asking for anything he was craving, and head into the store with a concrete list. After a while, you circle around some aisles, avoiding the check out.
“I feel like I’m forgetting something,” you muse, knowing it’s untrue, but hoping to trigger a memory anyway. You can’t put it off any longer, finally checking out and heading back to your apartment. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t avoiding Isabella just a little.
You know bringing in all these groceries would be way easier with Isabella and possibly Regan’s help, but you just don’t have the social energy to talk to anyone, much less her, right now. By some miracle, you bring everything in yourself, and hope to get it put away before you see Isabella.
You turn to the freezer, putting away the ice cream. When you turn back around, you’re suddenly met face to face with Isabella, who has opened one of the boxes and is picking at a pastry.
“Hey girlie,” she says, elongating the hey.
“Hey,” you reply lethargically, putting the last of the groceries away. She looks at the pastry in her hand like she’s just noticing it.
“Sorry, I can’t help it, I’m italian.” She smiles, endeared by her own behavior. You have no idea what being italian has to do with asking before you open a box of your roommate’s food, but this really isn’t out of character for her. She brings up the fact that she’s half italian more than Lele Pons blames her behavior on being latina.
She’s wearing sweatpants that say chaser on the leg in red and gold varsity font, and a tight tee shirt that says “it’s okay to love them both” with silhouettes of the male love interests from one of the vampire shows she always watches. You collect the plastic bags to put in recycling, and see a piece of paper on the counter.
It reads as follows:
Drowning in my mind
No one hears me cry
Who was I before society
Before society put me in a pink dress
And handed me blonde hair dye
And told me to lose ten pounds or be labeled a freak?
The happiest people cry the most
Let the lyrics be your story
But I’m not like the other skinny blonde pretty girls
I’m
Different
-b.g. xox
You hold back a sigh.
“I think this is yours.” you say, handing it to her.
“Oh, it’s just some of my poetry I left lying around, that’s so embarrassing.”
I know, you think, you do that all the time.
“Did you read it?” She asks, hopefully.
“Nope.”
“Thank god, that would have been so embarrassing. My poetry is something really… deep, and personal to me.”
“Uh huh. Hey, I’m going to be doing a lot of self care this weekend, so-”
“Oh!” she interjects, eerily similar to Phoebe Buffay - you guess she’s been watching friends again - “I wanted to ask… is Leo coming over later?” Her voice is riddled with subtext, the expression on her face a little too invested in your answer.
“Uh, yeah. I told you the other day we’re spending the weekend together…”
She cuts you off again, a sudden, intense look on her face.
“When will he be here?”
You check your phone, scrolling through your recent texts.
“By 7 at the latest.” It’s around 6:40 now.
“Oh my god, I have to change,” she rushes back to her room, presumably digging through her recent additions to her closet.
You’re frozen for a minute after the interaction, left with a furrowed brow and the beginnings of a headache. You blink, then choose to reschedule processing why she feels the need to change for your boyfriend to a more convenient time. That’s enough of that for today. You don’t care what else happens, you’re not talking to anyone besides Leo for at least the rest of the day. You retreat to your room to finally shower and change into something comfy. As you pass by Isabella’s room, you hear her talking to Regan.
“...There’s something almost… supernatural about him.”
You bite back a laugh.
“Do you think he’s a…” Regan begins, ending the sentence with something too quiet to hear, but you’d bet almost any organ she said vampire.
So close. So, so close, and yet… here you are.
Not much later, Leo texts you to let you know he’s here. You read his text, and run out to hug him in the living room before even typing a reply. He picks you up, and spins you around. The embrace is warm and fulfilling and familiar, and you wish it would last forever.
“Hi, Sparky.” you murmur into his neck.
“Estrella…” he says, rocking you back and forth gently and pressing a kiss into your jawline, “I missed you so much.” He punctuates the sentence with another kiss, this one to your lips, and you smile more genuinely than you have all day. You’re about to agree when you remember the good news you’ve been saving to tell him in person.
“Guess what I got on sale for like, half off,” you start, excitedly, continuing at his invested expression, “the Assassin’s Creed bundle I showed you!”
“No way,” he starts, and you nod.
“I’ll go get everything set up, drinks are in the kitchen!” He watches you retreat into your room, disbelieving how he could possibly get someone as perfect as you to fall for him. He’s not going to question his luck. He grabs a couple caffeinated sparkling ices, and meets you in your room, setting down his bag and grabbing some comfy clothes to change into.
As you both get settled in, you fill each other in on all the ridiculous shit you’ve been through this week. You finally conclude the bizarre - yet somehow standard - Isabella escapades.
“So I will be avoiding all contact as much as possible,” you laugh.
“Yeah, no shit,” he agrees, “Consider me your human buffer.” You thank him, hugging him again and pressing a kiss to his lips.
The next couple hours are spent cuddling and finishing season 4 of Castlevania. Both reeling from the season finale, you agree this is a good place to take a break, get some food, and decide what game you should start with. It’s already 10pm, which most people would consider too late for dinner, but you have all weekend to fuck up your sleep schedules.
“Let’s review,” Isabella says, holding up two red lipsticks. She turns to Regan. “Which one?”
“That one,” Regan says, pointing to the one on the left, then turns to her list, and continues. “Here’s what we know; we’ve never seen him eat, and he never seems tired. He’s really smart-”
“Almost too smart,” Isabella adds, selecting black rose dangle earrings from her jewelry. Regan agrees, and continues.
“He’s almost hypnotically attractive, and his smile is a little too dazzling.”
“There’s something… supernatural about him. Like he’s not… all human.”
Regan writes this down.
“Plus he’s always wearing black and red, and those flowy button up shirts? It’s all adding up, Ree. That dream that someone was outside my window, the ring, everything…” She says, referencing the black and red cocktail ring she’d found with her stuff when she’d first moved, “I’m not saying it’s definite, just that… there’s a chance.”
“What about…” Regan says hesitantly, nodding toward your room.
“Please,” she scoffs, “he’s only with them to get close to me, like Damon and Caroline. Edward couldn’t have just approached Bella out of the blue, he had to infiltrate her friend group first, to seem less suspicious. Not to sound mean or anything, but they really don’t seem like the type someone… like him… would choose.” her voice gets dreamy when she mentions him.
In spite of having seen most mainstream vampire media almost as many times as Isabella, Regan still considers her the expert on these things, and decides not to point out that Edward didn’t infiltrate Bella’s friend group. Maybe it comes up in one of the retellings she hasn’t read yet.
“So, what now?”
Isabella sets down her lipstick, and turns to her friend.
“I tell him.”
Regan’s eyes widen.
“You’re going to tell him you know?”
“No… not yet. It’s too soon, we don’t have enough evidence. I’m going to tell him I know he’s in love with me, then once he’s secure in our relationship... we’ll see where it goes.”
She stands up, assessing herself in the mirror. She chose her outfit carefully; short red dress with black roses and black mesh collar, black rose bracelet to match her earrings, snug faux leather jacket, and black stiletto ankle booties with a very skinny heel, the zipper on the outside gold, not silver. She fluffs her wavy hair and turns towards the door. She looks back one more time, holding onto the doorway.
“Wish me luck.”
Leo enters the kitchen, seeing Isabella already there, leaning against the counter seductively. She’s wearing an outfit and jewelry this late at night that makes Leo wonder if she’s going to an emo tea party. He puts the takeout in the microwave. She’s still staring at him.
“Uh… hey.”
She lets out a dainty giggle, looking him up and down.
“... Hi.”
At a loss for words, and really wanting the awkward silence to be over, he continues, “Did you need something?”
“What I need,” she walks closer to him, tracing her finger over his collar, “is you.”
What the fuck?
His brain seems to stall for a moment, and she uses this opportunity to continue.
“I know why you’re here. I know that you’re only using them to get closer to me. I know-”
“Woah-”
“That you’re in love with me.”
Okay, double what the fuck.
She takes his stunned silence as shyness, and steps closer, putting her arms around his shoulders.
“You don’t need to play so coy, I-”
This time she’s the one that gets cut off. He grabs her arms and gently steps away, trying to make it abundantly clear that he’s not into this.
“Woah, okay, slow down. First of all, you’re 17 and I’m turning 20 in a couple months, so that’s a hard no. Second, I don’t know where you got this idea, but I am not dating them to get closer to you. We’ve known each other since we were like, 15, and have been through everything together. I’ve only known you for a couple months. I love them. Probably more than I’ve loved anything ever. I thought that was pretty obvious.”
He doesn’t want to be mean, he really doesn’t, but he can tell from the look on her face that she still thinks this is all part of some game.
“So why don’t I ever see you eat? Why are you so smart, and always up at night? I know what you are.”
He has to physically hold back a laugh. He takes a step back, and places his hands on the counter.
“Isabella, I have adhd. And I’m literally an engineering student. Why wouldn’t I be smart and have a shitty sleep schedule?”
She starts to protest, and he pulls out the reheated take out from the microwave.
“And for the record, I do eat.”
Exiting the kitchen quickly and retreating back to your room, he hands you your food.
“I got the game set up!” you say excitedly.
“Nice!”
You take one look at his face and can tell something happened. He sees this, and continues.
“I just had a very… interesting interaction with Isabella,” before he finishes the sentence, your head is already in your hands. You let out a groan.
“What did she do?” you mutter from behind your hands.
He pulls you into his lap, rubbing your back.
“I’m not totally sure,” you laugh, “but I think she thinks I’m secretly in love with her…” you’re both laughing before he can even finish the sentence.
“No…” you laugh, “no fucking way…”
“Believe me, I put an end to that as soon as it started.”
“Oh, I do.”
He runs his hand over your back, and you’re quiet for a moment.
“You know,” he continues, “I think getting our own place has definitely moved up the priority list.”
You couldn’t agree more.
#leo valdez x reader#leo x reader#leo valdez#leo valdez imagine#heroes of olympus#heroes of olympus x reader
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broken engagement. 2. — i. midoriya
— part one.
— character ; aged up!izuku midoriya x gn!reader
— genre ; angst
— warnings ; curses
— a/n ; part 2 bc you wanted it, but i never said it'd be fluffy :(
please let me know if there are any female pronouns (i'm doing it unintentionally sorry :/), i want to keep this writing as inclusive as possible!!
« hey.., it's me, again.
please call me back. i never wanted this. »
message deleted.
this was at least the 10th time you repeated the process. your ex-fiancé would leave you a voicemail, you'd listen to it all the way through, even though your friend advised you long ago to block him, and then you'd delete it, reluctantly.
maybe that's why he's been so insistent for the past month. the fact that you haven't blocked him or deleted him from your contacts could only give him hope.
and yet, you'd like to pick up the phone and tell him what an asshole he is. and that it was over, that you could never love him again, and even why not lie to him and tell him you were seeing someone else, and blah blah blah.
but it was all wrong.
you still loved him, even after crying for days.
" i don't know if my feelings for you are strong enough to satisfy you. "
he had made you believe for weeks that the fairy tale you were living with him was real. it was a change from the cheesy endings in disney movies. what a bastard.
you sighed to yourself, gazing at the engagement ring that lay far away on the bedside table.
it gleamed in the moonlight, beautiful, representing the love izuku had for you. now it was just the bearer of the bitter words he had spat in your face.
you looked away.
« y/n hun, i'm going to a friend's house. it's my date i've been telling you about for two weeks now, i hope he's worth it or else you'll hear me complaining, she says in a weary voice. i left the dish in the fridge for you, and please don't resume your series on my netflix account, it's too boring to know where i left off. » your friend shouts from the front door.
you smile slightly.
« i'll try, but i can't promise anything. »
« hahaha, no but for real, i'm serious. anyway, see you later honey, and wish me luck. »
it's been a month since you moved in with your friend, she insisted that you stay with her until you find another apartment. and she was a good cook, so how could you refuse ?
you sat down in front of the tv, and resumed the series you had started. a pathetic love story, the married boy who falls in love with a woman who is pregnant, even though she is a virgin?
you rolled your eyes before turning off the tv. everything was about him, when you're on social media and you see a couple of friends already married, or when a jewelry commercial would be airing right when you turn on the tv, and of course the dates that are coming up on your best friend's side.
it's as if fate didn't want you to forget him.
you were going to have a piece of cake, and you were going to start a horror movie. just to chase away that too sad cloud over your head.
of course, your new roommate had finished the raspberry bush, and so it was her fault that you found yourself at 11pm, in the 24 hour supermarket, in front of an old shop window wondering if ice cream was better after all.
with a Ben & Jerry's in hand, you headed to the cash register to pay and quickly return to your blanket cave.
« ouch ! » you exclaimed.
you had just bumped into someone, who was strangely tall by the way. you were about to apologize and ignore the stranger, when his scent shocked you. it couldn't be possible ? he couldn't be standing in front of you, at 11 pm, in a supermarket, and especially more than 25 kilometers away from your old apartment. argh. obviously this is the only store in town that sells his favorite snacks.
« y/n... »
you finally dared to meet his eyes. he hadn't changed, no wonder, it had only been a month since you left, but you expected something huge when you saw him again. his well-shaped jaw made you want to cover it with kisses. no, stop, y/n. but he smelled so good. " i don't even know if i want to get married ! " that truth echoed in your head. fuck, you had almost forgotten that he had broken up with you.
« what ? » your voice was as hard as a rock.
without giving him time to answer, like last time, you left him hanging and headed for the exit. never mind the ice cream, you'll come and buy it another time.
« what do you mean what ? i've been trying to call you for a month. »
he followed you, leaving his groceries behind too. a breath came from your lips, forming a small cloud of coolness in front of you.
the situation was so cliché that a dry little laugh escaped from you.
« how strange ? i've been ignoring you for a month now. » you said with sarcasm in your voice.
he took your hand gently and suddenly at the same time.
« stop this, and let me explain. »
you felt the melancholy in his voice, his expression camouflaged by a big scarf couldn't hide all the tears he had already started to cry. you just wanted to hold him, to tell him that you were going to get through this together.
you repressed the urge.
no, he was being unfair to you and your feelings. so he didn't deserve your pity.
you disengaged yourself from his grip, and it was with some regret that you saw that he did not try to hold you.
« there's nothing to explain, midoriya. i was stupid not to see that you didn't love me as much. or that i loved you too much. so please let it go. »
« how can you ask me to let go of the love of my life ? stop being so sutpid. »
your eyes widened. did you hear right ?
« i beg your pardon ? was it me who said I didn't want to get married anymore ? was it me who rejected her fiancé for months for absolutely no reason ? was it me who broke your fucking heart when i was patient, and patient ? so don't talk to me about the "love of my life". »
he didn't answer, and a long silence fell between you. you had to bite your lip to keep your tears where they were, in the corner of your eyes. he just needed to say a word, a phrase or even a fucking onomatopoeia to make you stay.
the absence of an answer made you smile sadly.
« midoriya please forget about me. »
« you still have it? the engagement ring, i mean. »
you felt your throat tighten. no need to lie.
"indeed, yes."
a faint smile settled on his face, reddened by the cold. silently, you slipped your hands into your pockets. he was cute that way.
« ...miss your cooking, too. » he said half amused, half saddened.
your exhausted laughter echoed in the street.
« izuku, don't make it worse for yourself. » you said in a tired voice.
the fact that you called him by his first name brought the stars back into his eyes. your tongue came to moisten your lips, you wanted to feel his against yours. just once, before you went home. because you knew that your story wasn't a fairy tale. that even though you loved him madly, and maybe he loved you too, his sweet words couldn't erase the obnoxious behavior and insensitive words he'd thrown at you for weeks.
and most importantly -
a sweet warmth invaded your body, and his scent filled your nostrils. his lips against yours, you could only respond to his ardor. you melted under his caresses that flooded around your waist. your hands met his collar, and you drew him to you. deepening your passionate kiss, the air quickly ran out.
you abruptly pulled away from him. a look of bewilderment painted both your faces. it was unexpected.
« y/n, please... »
« i'll give you the ring back, but it's over. thanks for the kiss. »
yeah, thank you for the kiss izuku, it was a beautiful bitter farewell.
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The Roommate (2) - Living together
Summary: You and John try to get used to each other.
Pairing: AU John Winchester x fem!Reader
Characters: Charlie Bradbury
Warnings: language, cocky John, flirty John, angst, a hint of mutual pining, mentions of sex, virgin reader
A/N: The idea for plot and some details came from @shooterere per request.
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“Doll, can you tell me how this crazy coffee machine works?” John looks at your coffee machine, furrowing his brows. “That monster doesn’t want to give me my coffee.”
“Oh, you must push the red button, choose the coffee you want, press the blue button, and put a cup there,” you explain, pointing at your coffee machine. “Let me do this, you can check on the toast meanwhile.”
“I like your toaster, it leaves a nice pattern on the toast,” laughing John looks at your toast. “Is that a kitten or a dog?”
“That’s Hello Kitty, Mr. Winchester, “you tut. “It was a gift from my friend Charlie. She was in Japan and bought it for me.”
“It’s cute, somehow,” John tries. “I never saw a pink toaster. What else can it do?”
“Only toast,” shrugging you get the coffee ready. “What are you doing for work? We talked about everything but your job.”
“I own a garage,” he lies, hiding he owns more than one. “My sons and my best friend work with me. I like to get my hands dirty once in a while. Sadly, I’m busy doing paperwork most of the time.”
“Sounds interesting. I work part-time at a library and study economics,” you say, snatching the toast out of John’s hands. “I’m usually home till eleven and can prepare dinner for us. I made a list of what we will need this week. You can add what you like to eat. Maybe you want a sixpack of beer too.”
“Give me the list and I’ll check if you forgot something,” John watches you pour him a cup of coffee, smirking as you ask him how he likes his coffee. “Black, doll. Like my soul.”
You giggle at his comment, give your cocky new roommate a wink before you usher toward the living room. “I got time left to have breakfast and to load the washer before I go to the grocery store. Do you have dirty clothes?”
“Only my underwear and a shirt,” he grins, stepping inside the living room to lazily lean in the door frame. “I don’t know if you want to wash an old man’s boxers.”
“You’re not that old,” you stuff the toast into your mouth before you say something you might regret. Yes, John is elder than you thought when you talked to him on the phone but there is something about the man that makes your heart flutter.
“If you say so, doll,” John purrs the words, pushing off the door frame to sit next to you on the couch. “I’ll be out of your hair till six. Do you want to cook? I can grab a snack on my way if you don’t want to.”
“I got the day off, John. I will cook if you tell me what you like. Do you eat meat or are you vegan?”
“Fuck no,” John shudders, looking at you in disbelief. “I want meat. I love meat in any form, Y/N. Soft and juicy.” eyes glued to your thighs John licks his lips. “And I love to eat it too.”
“Mr. Winchester,” you gasp, slapping his chest. “Don’t say something like that.” giggling nervously you look up at John who grins wolfishly. He set his eyes on you and will be damned if he can’t sink his teeth into you sooner or later.
“It’s true, baby doll,” he husks, leaning closer. “I would kill for a steak or a good burger. How about I bring the wine?”
“I’m not into alcohol, but you can have some wine if you want to, John. I can put it on my list,” you say, glancing shyly at John.
“Nah, sweetie. You cook and take care of the groceries and I’ll bring the wine. Tell me how much I owe you for the food and groceries.”
“Beer, toast, eggs, milk,” looking at your list you cross out what you got. “Charlie, I need steak and apples.”
“So, how’s it going with Johnny boy?” Charlie smirks when you giggle nervously. “Babe, give me the juicy details. It’s been a week now. Tell me if you already fucked.”
“Charlie!” you tut, looking around the store to make sure no one heard what your friend said. “I did not sleep with John. He’s my roommate, okay. I don’t think it’s a good idea to hit on him and,” you sigh deeply, “even if I wanted to flirt with him, I’m not his type. I saw the pictures of his girlfriend on his phone. She looked like a supermodel.”
“Y/N, you’re hot, smart, and sexy. Don’t underestimate your value. I can tell, that guy almost ate you alive when he picked you up.”
“No, he didn’t, Charlie. Now let’s get the rest from my list and forget about John for a while. He’s a nice guy but not interested.”
“I bet he wants to do dirty things to you,” rolling your eyes at the quirky redheads’ words you follow her silently toward the next shelf. “Do you have condoms?”
“CHARLIE!”
“What? Better safe than sorry, babe. We will buy you a package of condoms and lube. Maybe some booze to loosen you up a little,” Charlie exclaims.
“I don’t want to be drunk when I finally have sex for the first time. And again, I don’t think a man like John would ever show interest in me. I saw him look at the pictures of his ex-girlfriend just yesterday. Maybe he even moves out again.”
“Doll, that smells amazing,” John licks his lips. His stomach grumbles and you laugh when he drops his jacket and bag to usher toward the table. “It looks even better.”
“I thought as you moved in and all we could celebrate a bit. I made steak, potatoes, and green beans. I got the beer for you and juice for me,” you explain, handing John a bottle of his favorite beer.
“Baby doll, that’s amazing,” John pecks your cheek, smirking when you don’t shy away. “Thank you, sweetie. That’s the best day since ages for me.”
“You’re welcome. I got you everything you put on the list too. I made space for your things in the fridge,” you explain where John can put his groceries and how much he must pay you for everything. “Let’s eat first, I don’t want the food to get cold.”
“Let’s get back to the rules. We already talked about the rooms you can use and the costs but,” biting your lower lip you try to gather the courage to talk to John about the women he will bring home.
“I get it, doll,” John smirks, sitting on the couch next to you. “You want to know if and when I will bring women to your home.”
“It’s your home now too, John,” you stutter. “I don’t want you to feel like a guest and I’m not a prude. I know men have needs and that you will find a girl sooner or later.”
“I’m not looking for a girl right now. The disaster with Sharon was worse enough, Y/N,” John watches you nervously tug at your sweater. “Except you want to become my girl,” he smirks, leaning closer to brush his fingertips over your hand. “I wouldn’t mind.”
“If we want this to work out we need more rules. A man like you would never be interested in me, I get it, but that’s no reason to make fun of me, John,” watching you storm out of the living room, angrily wiping your eyes John sighs deeply.
“Doll, I didn’t want to make fun of you,” he grumbles. “You’re sexy, so goddamn cute and I like you.” whispering the words John curses himself for being too pushy.
“Doll?” knocking on your door John sighs deeply. “Y/N, can I come in, sweetie. Listen, I’m sorry. If you get to know me better, you’ll know I’m flirty around pretty girls. I’m sorry if you got it wrong.”
“John, I’m not pretty,” you sniff, opening the door to your bedroom. “I know you try to be friendly and get in my good graces, but this is not necessary.”
“Y/N, this was not about getting in your good graces. You are a cute girl and I like you. Please let me make it up to you. How about I get us dessert and we watch a movie?”
“Oh-okay,” nodding you look at John who gives you a soft smile. “I like vanilla ice cream the most.”
“Vanilla, got it, sweetie. You can choose a movie while I get the ice cream. Do you want anything else?”
“Maybe some strawberry sauce,” you grin. “I like strawberries.”
“Noted, doll-“
“How was work?” watching another movie, the one John chose, you prefer to look at your roommate. He wanted to watch a horror movie and now the girls scream in terror. “Anything new?”
“I worked on a car today,” John says. “Bobby, my partner said we are ready to buy another garage.”
“Oh, that’s great – I guess,” you shrug. “The library called today and told me I’ll get fewer hours. Sucks. I worked there for four years and now there is that new girl and she gets more hours.”
“I’m sorry to hear, doll. Why not looking for another job?” stopping the movie to talk to you John frowns. “Hey, don’t cry, Y/N.” he says softly when you choke out a sob.
“It’s just, I finally could pay for everything. With my job, the part you pay, and the money from Mr. Talbot I had enough money.”
“Money from Mr. Talbot?” John asks.
“I help him with his papers, bookkeeping and everything else and he pays me a few bucks. You know, he’s eighty and got no one to help him,” you explain. “He was a good friend of my granny.”
“You got experience in bookkeeping?” nodding you tell John about your talent with numbers and that you love to work for Mr. Talbot. “You know, I could need help at my office. How about you give me a hand and work part-time for me and my partner?”
“John, I don’t need your pity. We shouldn’t live and work together,” you’d like to work for John but mixing work and your private life is a bad idea in your opinion.
“Y/N, I offered you a job to have someone at my office I can trust with my papers. Let’s talk about it with my partner Bobby, you’ll like the old geezer. He’s not as charming as I am but a good guy.”
“You want me to work for you?”
“Sure, doll. Let’s watch the rest of the movie and tomorrow, you’ll come with me and we can talk to Bobby. I bet he’ll love you,” John grins, glancing at your cleavage. “Old geezer always had a thing for pretty girls like you…”
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I’m just imagining Zeke babysitting the kids with his s/o, and his partner is super responsible and cautious etc. So they’re always on the look out for potential fights, injuries, or straight up bad ideas. And Zeke is just chilling, letting the kids have monster energy drinks and stay up all night watching movies that aren’t appropriate for them. His s/o is losing their mind, over 1) how pissed Colt is gonna be 2) how Zeke is okay with all of this and 3) having to deal with sick, scared kids
Zeke spoiling the kids rotten
For Zeke, each time he makes a kid smile, whether it's because he let them eat and extra piece of candy or let them watch the entire collection of Saw movies, is a big fuck you to Grisha.
Zeke allows the kids to take advantage of him by his own will, he knows their traps and is willingly walking into them.
When Colt was talking about an upcoming dinner date he might have to cancel because he promised Falco a sleepover with the kids, it's Zeke who comes to the rescue and offers to let the kids chill at his place while Colt goes and have fun.
And because Colt didn't know better, and he thought Zeke is a much better option than Porco, he agreed.
Oh he couldn't be more wrong.
Zeke's definition of chill, is apparently driving around with the kids and letting Gabi hold the steering wheel for some seconds.
She would never forget the rush of power it gave her, like she was on top of the world.
Of course he couldn't bring them home on an empty stomach could he?
No that wouldn't do, so Falco what was that fast food place you almost made Colt get bankrupt buying you meals for toys from?
The kids end up eating everything their little hearts desired, starting with chilly food and ending with ice cream, then asking for snacks on the way home.
Was it a combination that would give them a stomachache the next day? Oh definitely.
Zeke doesn't even look at what they put in the basket while at the grocery store, he just lets them go wild while he's busying texting you asking what do you want him to pick from the store.
Zofia slips in those expensive fancy chocolate treats, Gabi doesn't even attempt being subtle while filing the cart with all the energy drinks she dreamed of.
Udo basically looks at the list his mother made for things he isn't allowed, and treats it like a shopping list.
Falco bought more popsicles and ice cream than it's possible for him to eat in a day.
...
You were coming home bit late that day, already feeling drained.
Zeke's considerate text checking if you needed anything from the store and informing you that he's ordering food from your favourite restaurant tonight was the highlight of your day.
Although one thing that made you bit nervous, is that he mentioned having his little cousins visiting.
...you never knew he had cousins in the first place, and how little are we talking? Three? 7 years old? 12?
Getting last minute news that changes your routine was something that never sat right with you, you've always like to be prepared for things.
After all between you and Zeke, you were the responsible one who's actually tracking the bills and making sure things run smoothly.
But, its just 4 kids right? How bad could it possibly be? Yeah Zeke had his...questionable and shady moments every now and then but he wouldn't fuck up taking care of 4 kids would he?
Would he?
Arriving home, it was Zeke leaning against the front porch while smoking who waved to you, claiming he was just waiting for you, he would never use it as an excuse to leave the kids inside and take a smoke break outside!
...okay, yeah he did, just please stop giving him that look it's scary.
For some reason, he seemed reluctant on letting you inside, instead attempting to distract you by saying how much he missed you.
How beautiful you look today, did you always smell this good?
How about you give your wonder boyfriend a kiss? Come one he deserves one for babysitting after all!
Of course, you knew him too well to fall for his bait, instead opening the door and quickly getting inside.
....oh
So this is why he didn't want you to enter.
It was a mess, candy wrappers everywhere with school bags and pillows scattered around.
You're sure that you stepped on someone's math homework.
Empty soda cans, plastic coffee cups, monster energy drinks was stacked in a pile near the couch.
If you focused hard enough, you could see brown hair sticking out from beneath the pile.
Was...there a child under there
On the couch, the seat next to the pile, was a blond boy with his grip too tight on the controller as the most violent shooting game was on the tv in front of him
The fact he was too focused to notice you made you concerned.
Emotions came through you in waves, confusion that boiled into frustration and anger before burning out to turn into worry and anxiety on what the kids parents would say.
Zeke.
Oh, just he waits till you-
But before you could finish, you realised something.
Zeke mentioned 4 kids, these are just two, where are the other two?
...oh god.
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Bad Day
(Spencer Reid x FemReader)
“could you do spencer comforting a really stressed and overwhelmed reader? ive been having a really bad couple of days and everythings just been stressing me out to the max ;w; Thanks!!”
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Y/N tried her best not to call Spencer when he was at work because she knew how busy he was. Sometimes he’d get a text from her, but he’d rarely ever get a call, so when he did, it made him quite nervous.
“Hey, Y/N.” He said, quickly picking up his phone and she heard the shuffling of his files on his desk.
“Hey, Spence. I’m sorry, I know I usually don’t call when you’re at work. Is this a bad time?” She bit her lip and closed her eyes, trying to keep her tears at bay. She leaned against the bathroom wall at her job. He sensed something off with her voice and frowned. He got up from his desk and walked to the hallway for more privacy.
“No, not at all, I was just doing some paperwork. Is everything okay?” Spencer worried over the phone. She should be at work now. He heard her heave a deep sigh.
“Yeah, everything’s fine...I just needed to hear your voice. I was just wondering if you...would be able to come over tonight, after work, I mean?” She continued to chew her lip to try to relieve herself of her anxiety but it didn’t work.
“Uhm, yeah, I can come over. Are you sure everything’s okay?” Spencer pulled his brows together.
“Yes, I’m just having one of those days...it’s nothing, really. I promise. I just wanna see you.” She smiled slightly at the thought of seeing him, despite the fact that her eyes were leaking with tears. She brushed them away quickly before they made their way down her cheeks.
“Okay, sweetheart, I’ll be there as soon as I finish, alright?” He spoke into the phone, his heart already aching at the thought of her feeling down. The entire train ride to her place, all he could think about was ways to make her smile and destress her.
First, he picked up a bunch of fresh cookies from the bakery that she loves across from Headquarters. She’d driven him to work once and absolutely fell in love with their cookies as she forced him to eat breakfast instead of just gulping down his coffee for once. She’d loved them so much that she passed by the bakery again to buy some more after dropping him off.
Then, he passed by the grocery store to pick up the ingredients of her favorite meal. Now, Spencer was no Rossi, but he can follow a recipe like no one’s business. He also picked up some of her favorite snacks and a tub of ice cream for good measure.
After that, he made it into her apartment with the spare key she gave him, the bags just barely staying on his arms, “Babe? I’m here.” He set the things down in the kitchen and walked through the apartment to find her. Walking into her bedroom, he found her resembling a lump under the covers with the faint sound of sniffling.
“Sweetheart?” He discarded himself of his coat and tie before leaning over the bed to peel away the cover.
“Oh, Spence.” She launched herself at him, seeking a warm hug from her boyfriend. His hands immediately began to rub her back as he pressed kisses to her head while she cried on his shoulder.
“Do you wanna tell me what happened?” He whispered as he pulled away slightly to massage her shoulders.
“I’ve had a horrible day. My boss is such a dickhead, I genuinely don’t understand how he got the job!” She continued to ramble about her job and Spencer sensed that this stress had been piling for days.
“I’m sorry...you don’t need this. Your job is hectic and you don’t deserve to come home to a crying mess.” She frowned as she used her hands to wipe at her cheeks. Spencer’s heart swelled in his chest at the sight of her.
“Hey, stop that, your job is hectic too. Stress is stress, love, don’t apologize for that. I couldn’t do half the things you do at your job. You are great at what you do and you shouldn’t listen to what some dickhead has to say about it, alright? Now, come on, I’ve got a surprise for you waiting outside.” Spencer smiled as he leaned down to catch her eyes. He smiled wider when he met them and she instantly felt better. Spencer led her outside to her kitchen where she saw the ingredients of her favorite meal out as well as the fresh batch of cookies.
“Wanna help me make it?” Spencer grinned and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes playfully at his excitement.
And so they cooked together in the comfort of her kitchen, Spencer doing a wonderful job of distracting her by telling her about Morgan and Garcia’s latest debacle. Those two were always up to something. When that was over, he’d resorted to telling her corny physics jokes.
“Why can’t you trust an atom?”
She groaned overdramatically from her seat on top of the counter, “Why, Spence?”
“Because they make up everything!” Spencer laughed and she held back a grin, picking out a chocolate chip from her cookie and chucking it at him. He ducked and pointed the spatula he was using to stir the pot with at her, “You’re gonna pay for that.” He lowered the heat on the food so it didn't burn and immediately began tickling her. She squealed in response and tried to push him away.
“Spencer Reid, I’m going…. to kill you….once I can...breathe again!” She said in between breathy laughs as he continued to tickle her.
“Mhmmm, sure you are.” He laughed, finally stopping and pressing a firm kiss to her flushed cheek. He returned to the pot on the stove with a large grin on his face and it was so contagious that she couldn’t look away. Suddenly, with him making her laugh in her tiny apartment, she realized that the stress of the day wasn’t so heavy anymore.
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A Place To Call Home: Oh Baby
Summary: The reader and TJ decide to have their first baby together and the experience is anything but simple...
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Pairing: Jensen x foster daughter!reader
Word Count: 3,600ish
Warnings: language, pregnancy, pregnancy/delivery scare
A/N: Enjoy!
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“Hey,” you said, rubbing TJ’s bare back in bed after he’d gotten Allie down for bed. He groaned happily as you gave him a massage, sinking further into the mattress. “You’re rocking this dad thing you know.”
“Back at ya mom,” he laughed. “You really think so? Cause I’m scared shitless half the time.”
“Same. But she’s happy and healthy and safe. We must be doing something right,” you said. He patted your leg and you slid off of him, TJ rolling to his side and wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you down. “What are you thinking, handsome?”
“I noticed you haven’t taken any birth control this week,” he said.
“We said we’d talk tonight about it. I wanted to be prepared,” you said. He brushed his hand over your cheek and your whole body felt warm at the touch. “This is way off base of our plan for kids. We can totally wait if you want to.”
“We could. But we said way back when we talked about this that when we had kids, we wanted to keep them not too many years apart. Allie will be more than two by the time we have one. I know our plans got changed completely when she came into the picture.”
“Well, the original plan was two of our own and then when they were in their teens, we’d look at adoption for number three. What do you think?” you asked.
“I think it doesn’t matter what our plan is today. It’ll probably change in some way. It already did,” he said.
“Do you want to make a baby?” you asked.
“Yeah,” he said softly, sliding his hand down to your stomach. “I can’t imagine how adorable of a child you would make. Let’s start trying. Allie deserves a brother or sister.”
“Are you sure? We could wait until your student loan is paid off,” you said.
“Did I not tell you?” he asked. You shook your head and he smirked. “Work pays off my loan for me as long as I stay there.”
“Where’s the money in the budget for your loan going then?” you asked.
“It’s still student loan but it’s for Allie or kids to use. We got plenty and you got your raise and-”
“Raise? I didn’t get a raise.”
“Jensen said just the other night…oh I wasn’t supposed to tell you that,” he said.
“I’m getting a raise?” you asked.
“Yeah. Like a big one. For how you’ve been stepping up lately,” he said. “Don’t let it out that I said something.”
“I won’t. So we can afford another kid, we have the time, the energy, Allie’s a good age...sounds like we got our ducks in a row,” you said.
“Wanna make a baby?” he smirked. “And then love it forever and ever?”
“Fuck yes I do,” you said. “Now get naked and let’s have some fun.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
Six Weeks Later
“Want me to write down anything else for the grocery store?” asked TJ as you sipped on some coffee while Allie ate part of a waffle at the breakfast table. “I haven’t bought pads or tampons in a while. You’re probably running low.”
“Yeah, you can…” you said, staring at him. “I haven’t had my period TJ. I’m two weeks late.”
“I’ll get a pregnancy test,” he said, a cautious smile on his face.
“Yeah. I’ll call the doctor, see if I can get an appointment in soon,” you said.
“I’ll be back as quick as I can,” he said.
“Momma, waffle,” asked Allie from her high seat, opening her hand up, her plate wiped clean.
“Sure thing, honey,” you said, TJ flashing you a quick smile before he was gone.
“Hey babe,” you said half an hour later into the phone. “You still at the store?”
“Heading for checkout now. Want me to pick up-”
“I just got my period,” you said. “Just now.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” you said. “We can do the test to make sure, like triple make sure and I still have an appointment for the afternoon.”
“Okay,” he said, sounding a little off.
“We only tried that one night,” you said. “And we weren’t really even trying. We were having more fun with not using a condom for the first time than actively trying really.”
“True. We got a little carried away,” he said, his hand rubbing the back of his neck and his cheeks sporting a light blush if you had to guess. “Do you want to like, really try?”
You turned your head and saw Allie sticking some pads to herself where she sat on the bathroom floor and you smiled.
“For some crazy reason, yes, yes I do. Also, I need more pads. Allie’s playing with them,” you said.
“Alright. I’ll pick up something special for dinner,” he said. “Love you.”
“Love you too, babe.”
Three Months Later
“Another beer?” asked your dad as he stood up from your back patio.
“I can get it,” you said, TJ handing you his empty, Allie passed out on his chest from where the three of you sat around the fire. “I want a snack anyways.”
You ruffled his head and wandered inside, your dad following you in to use the bathroom. You took out a beer and set it on the counter before you opened the freezer and pulled out a pint of ice cream.
“Someone’s got a sweet tooth lately,” he said. He took out a beer for himself and cracked it open, smiling at you. “Been awhile since I’ve seen you have a drink. Not that you did a lot but the empty calories line doesn’t seem so convincing at the moment considering the tub of cookie dough in your hand.”
“You think I’m pregnant?” you laughed. He shrugged and you shook your head. “No way. Just been trying to eat healthier. TJ ate most of this anyways.”
“You’re really not?” he asked.
“No. When’s mom and everybody come home again? Tomorrow? TJ and I wanted to have everybody over for dinner,” you said.
“Sounds good,” he said. You stuck your head around him, looking at TJ outside. “What’s up?”
“Okay I kinda want your opinion on something. I got a present for TJ’s birthday but I’m not sure if he’ll like it,” you said.
“What is it?” he asked. You left and ducked into your office, smiling to yourself but wiping it off your face by the time you returned. You held out a box to him, your dad opening it up. He looked confused as he held up a pair of blue sneakers.
Very small blue sneakers.
It took him a second but soon he was staring at you, a funny look on his face you remembered seeing on your wedding day.
“Liar,” he grinned.
“I know,” you said, getting a big hug from him.
“You’re gonna have a little boy,” he said, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“That’s what the sonogram said. You’re the first person we’ve told. We wanted to wait a few months to make sure everything was okay before we said something.”
“How far along are you?” he asked as he peeled away, staring at your stomach.
“About three months. We found out the sex earlier this week,” you said. “You can touch, it’s okay.”
“I didn’t realize you guys were trying,” he said. He put a careful hand on your stomach, smiling to himself. “You made a baby.”
“We wanted Allie’s sibling to be close in age. We only like actually tried once. We were kind of surprised it happened so fast,” you said.
“Does it feel any different than Allie? It’s not like you’re a parent for the first time again but I imagine it’s got to be a little different,” he said, pulling his hand away.
“Obviously this time I’m actually going to be the one having him but I don’t know, it doesn’t feel that different.”
“Good,” he said, smiling still. “These two are gonna grow up and not even think about who was adopted and who wasn’t.”
“TJ thinks he’s gonna have his black hair.”
“He could. Boys are a spitting image of their fathers sometimes,” he said. “A little boy. He’s gonna grow up just fine with you and TJ.”
“Do you have any advice for boys?” you asked.
“Love him the same as you love Allie. Teach him boys can love and cry and feel their feelings and to help others and he’ll turn out to be just as good a man as TJ.”
“You’re not half bad either,” you said with a smirk.
“I could have been better, especially when I was younger.”
“Dad, you were shy. Mom’s told me stories. You’ve always been good. I know you feel stuff, you just like to process it inside and on your own sometimes, like me. Look at Zepp. What other boy do you know that talks to his dad about stuff the way you guys do?”
“Oh I could name a few,” he said.
“You’re doing good is all I’m saying cause you’re good. We just hope he’s kind and good too,” you said.
“Love ‘em and the rest of it pretty much works out on its own,” he said. “Oh. Changing diapers? Cover them at all times. Like every single time. You’re gonna get pissed on a lot more with a boy, especially in the face.”
“Oh god, dad,” you said, rolling your eyes.
“Just being honest,” he chuckled. “Not much difference though.”
“As long as he’s happy, I’m good,” you said. “Are you...surprised? Happy? None of the above?”
“You are a kickass mom. I can’t quite describe it but yeah, let’s just say I’m happy,” he said. “I’m so happy for you both and to have another munchkin around. I’m proud of you, kiddo.”
“Thanks,” you said. “Second one should be easier, right?”
“Should. It’s your first time pregnant though. I’m sure we’re gonna run into some fun things for sure.”
Five Months Later
“Hey dad,” you said, giving him a wave in the parking lot. He smiled and you walked over before you headed off into the park with him.
“How’s work going?” he asked. “All ready to go out next week?”
“You know most people don’t take the month off before their due date,” you said.
“Most people don’t work for mom and dad,” he chuckled. “You’re covered. I see you back at that brewery for anything more than a beer run and we’re gonna have problems.”
“I know, grumpy. I’m good. Well, I was until I was driving over here to walk and my stomach started killing me,” you said. He stopped and you walked ahead of him. “What? You forget your phone or something? We can-”
“Fucking shit,” he said. He grabbed you and you made a face as he walked you quickly back over to his car.
“Dad, what-”
“There’s blood dripping down your leg,” he said, not even bothering with his seat belt before he was backing out and speeding away. You glanced down, a small thin streak drying on your skin. You reached under your shorts and felt more wetness, a pit forming in your stomach. “Y/N, are you listening to me?”
“What?” you said as he ran through a red light.
“I said you need to call TJ right now and tell him to meet us at County West. You’re having the baby right now.”
“S’not supposed to be bleeding,” you said quietly.
“I know. On the bright side, it could just be a little tear and that’s what it is and you and the baby are perfectly fine.”
“When has my life ever been on the fucking bright side,” you said. “Something’s wrong isn’t it.”
Your dad hit a few buttons on the wheel before the sound of ringing filled the air.
“Sup, Jensen?” said TJ.
“County West. The baby is coming. Move your ass now,” said your dad before he hung up.
“Oh, I’m completely not worried now,” you said. You shut your eyes and by the time you opened them, you were parked and the drivers door was open. Your dad ran over to the entrance and said something, somebody coming out with a stretcher. You rolled your eyes but let a few nurses and a doctor you were guessing move you on top of it.
“How far along?” asked the doctor.
“I’m-” you said, throwing your head back when pain shot across your abdomen. You screamed, a bit surprised at yourself honestly and suddenly were inside, your dad talking a mile a minute to the people that were rushing you down the hall.
“Y/N, I’m Dr. Astle. Are you having contractions?” she asked.
“I don’t…” you said, shouting again when pain hit you. “Gah, it’s not supposed to hurt that bad, right?”
“No, it’s not,” she said. You kicked when you felt it happening again, your dad grabbing your hand and using his other to run over your head.
“It’s okay,” he said softly. “The doctor’s are gonna fix you and the baby up like that.”
“We need to do an emergency C-section,” said Dr. Astle as you realized your shorts had been cut off.
“Dad don’t look that way,” you said.
“You and me right here,” he said with a smile. “You’ll be fine. You’ll be just fine. Just breathe.”
“TJ needs to be here,” you said.
“Tall munchkin I don’t think they can wait,” he said.
“They’re gonna wait over my-” you said, a flop of sweaty black hair running past the room. “TJ!”
“Hey!” he said as he jogged back to the doorway. “Are-holy shit. That’s a lot of blood.”
“TJ, up here,” said your dad.
“We need somebody from maternity, Dr. Astle,” said a nurse.
“Baby and mom do not have the time. You’re the husband?” asked the doctor, TJ nodding. “If mom passes out, you’re calling the shots.”
“Please don’t pass out,” said TJ.
“I’ll try…” you said, something tearing inside and you were out before you could even register the pain.
You woke up in a quiet room, your dad sitting in a chair and bouncing his leg like crazy. You tried to stretch and felt your abdomen was flatter, hand instantly shooting to it. You looked around but saw no sign of TJ or a baby and swallowed.
“Dad,” you said quietly. His head shot up and he was out of his chair like that.
“Hey. How you feeling?” he asked.
“Is the baby…” you swallowed.
“He is a perfectly healthy boy. Big boy. Your due date was off by a couple weeks they think. You were over nine months. He got a little too big for ya. The placenta started to tear and he was kicking at it they think which is why you were in so much pain,” he said.
“Okay,” you said with a big smile. “As long as he’s good, I’m good.”
“He’s up in the nursery with TJ, just letting him get some rest while you got some. You had some pain but you’re okay. Perfectly capable of more kids. Maybe we use a different doctor next time is all,” he said.
“Can I go see him?” you asked, surprised to not feel a bandage across your stomach. “I thought they did a C-section?”
“Well, you passed out pushing him out in one go. Doc said you’d be sore for awhile,” he said. “Let me go see if I can find your boys.”
“Dad,” you said as he turned to go. “Did I do that?”
You nodded to his bruised hand and he shrugged.
“Let’s just say in labor you is kind of terrifying,” he said.
“Dad,” you said and he sat on the edge of the bed. “Thank you. I was freaking out before.”
“Little secret, I was freaking out more,” he said with a chuckle. “You, you were just thinking about the baby. Me, me I was thinking about the baby and you. Understand?”
“Yeah. Go get me my son, old timer,” you said, shutting your eyes again.
“Yes mam,” he said, rubbing your arm. “You did real good today, kiddo.”
“I’m getting a letter later, aren’t I,” you said. He laughed and felt him ruffle your hair.
“I’ll save it for when you guys head home. Nothing’s gonna top this,” he said. You heard the door open and opened your eyes, TJ walking inside with a bundle of blankets in his arms.
“You’re kind of a badass, you know that right?” he said.
“It’s why you married me, isn’t it?” you teased. “I want to meet him.”
“I told you I’d bring you back around to see mommy,” he said. Your dad slipped out as TJ sat on the edge of the bed and handed you over your son. You giggled when you saw the black head of hair under his blue cap. “Told you he’d have my hair.”
“It’s a good thing your daddy is pretty,” you said, booping his little nose. “How’d you get here so fast?”
“I was at work. I took the stairs and then sprinted over. The hospital’s only a few blocks away,” he said.
“Why are you in scrubs?” you laughed.
“May or may not have ripped my pants in the said sprinting. Your mom is gonna bring me some clothes when she comes up. Somebody had to go and be all dramatic with his entrance,” he said.
“Dad said the doctor got my due date wrong,” you said.
“Based on my math, you actually did get pregnant that first night we fooled around. Your period was super light when you had it and the doctor did say some people can have them during pregnancy, especially at the beginning if…”
“Dude. I know how it works,” you said. “He’s cute.”
“I know. There’s a couple of really ugly babies down the hall. We got lucky,” he said. You laughed and the baby looked up at you, quickly shutting his eyes. “Someone’s smitten.”
“He’s not the only one,” you said. “You ever decide on a boy’s name?”
“What do you think about Colin? I know it wasn’t on the list but-”
“It’s perfect,” you said, giving the baby a kiss. “Just like you, aren’t you Colin.”
One Week Later
“Dad,” you said when you caught him peeking over the back of the couch again. “He didn’t wake up in the span of the last three seconds you weren’t looking at him.”
“Your father’s in love,” laughed your mom as she set a bag of takeout down in front of you. “I got tacos, burritos, quesadillas, nachos and brisket per your request.”
“Mmm,” you said, TJ reaching his hand into the bag. You stared up at him and he slowly backed away. “That’s what I thought.”
“TJ, yours is in with the other containers,” she said, setting a few containers down on the counter. Your siblings all grabbed one and took off to the movie room, JJ taking Allie up with them and your mom and TJ wandering into the kitchen and talking quietly. Your dad was still looking over the back of the couch and smiling down into the crib.
“He awake?” you asked.
“No. Just adorable,” he said.
“Well get dinner grandpa,” you said, reaching over to the end table for your drink and pausing. You shut your eyes and felt it pass, your dad suddenly right there and helping you to your feet. “Thanks.”
“Still sore?”
“Oh yeah,” you said. You sat up at the counter, grabbing a taco first and taking a big bite. “I’ve been dying for one of these for months.”
“Hopefully the spice doesn’t bother you too much,” he said, stealing a nacho from your bag. He looked over at the crib, Colin making a half-giggle sound. “Kiddo. Do me a favor.”
“What?” you asked.
“Enjoy it. They grow up faster than you think,” he said.
“I know,” you said. He nodded and you saw him look sad for a split second. “Dad?”
“Hm?”
“Just cause I made a baby doesn’t mean I’m not your kid anymore,” you said. “Based on how you are, I’ll never grow up so win-win for you.”
“Loser,” he said, ruffling your hair with a smile before he took your burrito. “Speaking of which, I was gonna prank the trio once they start watching scary movies later. You in?”
“Duh,” you said.
“That’s my girl.”
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