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thursday at tennessee is for lovers fest (9/10/23)
#sorry lady next to me for screaming so loud you left#i love thursday. also have so many videos of steve he was right in front of me it was si good#thank u nico for coming with me.#thursday#geoff rickly#norman brannon#steve pedulla#my pics#have a live image of tucker not catching his drum stick. i may post its very goofy and silly.
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wait!- ☆ scara
CHARACTERS: idol!scara x gn!reader
SYNOPSIS: scara had always promised you that he will always love you and will always have time for you, but he never confirmed that hes a man of his word…
GENRE: angst 🦢 (comfort from another at the end)
W/C: 1.3k
C/W: cheating, moaning, hinting of intoxication, kissing, toxicity, and cussing (if theres anything that i missed let me know!)
A/N: a lot of people liked my previous post so it motivated me to make another! im still new at this so please keep that in mind if a few bits are off (IT’S REALLY REALLY REALLY CRINGY). most grammatical errors are also intentional!
your boyfriend, scara, has a performance today and youre really excited. you received flowers, theyre beautiful. maybe this is an apology for the lack of affection and being more grumpy towards you lately, i mean to be an idol certainly is tiring, isnt it? so it makes perfect sense why he’s acting like this… right?
as always, he gave you tickets to his concert. you couldnt get the chance to say goodbye to him because he left so early in the morning, so youll make it up to him when you meet him backstage.
you got dressed and headed out the door, youre excited to see your beloved scara preform, because he looked happy while doing his job, you were excited to see his smile because… well, he doesnt smile at you anymore… but you quickly brush it off, i mean, being an idol is very stressful.
youve arrived, you tried to enter backstage but some bodyguard stopped you, “hey! what do you think youre doing missy?” you sigh, he must be new, “scara is my lover, i just want to see him,” you try to explain but the bodyguard cuts you off and says “thats what they all say,” he rolls his eyes. “no! really, i am!” you show the bodyguard a picture of you and scara together kissing, “oh” the bodyguard grunts, “so youll let me in?” you look up at him, he looks a bit uncomfortable, “well uhm… ive been given specific orders to not let you in… im sorry,”
“w-what?...”
you heard him loud and clear, the world around you begins to spin, but you quickly ground yourself by comforting yourself with false hopes. maybe hes just planning a surprise for you back there, i mean, it might explain why you got flowers, yea! that must be the reason… you hope.
you found your spot, perfect timing too! the concert begins, you see scara. you melt when you see a smile on his lips, he looks so happy. the crowd screams, theyre chanting 5wirl (the name of their group). venti, xiao, kazuha, heizou, and scara is greeting the audience with warms smiles and kind words.
after a while, the performance ends, it was quite long actually, but it felt so short, time does fly when youre having fun. you head to the backstage doors, hoping that the bodyguard lets you in this time. as you make your way to the backstage doors you see scara’s back in your peripheral vision. hes in a secluded place, he looks like hes trying to be hidden from the crowd, makes sense. you decide to scare him, as you get closer you can see a beautiful lady’s lips pressed against scara’s. you hear the sounds of kissing and soft moaning coming from them.
your heart shatters into a million pieces, it broke so bad that you swore you heard it make a shattering sound. tears fall down your face, youre so stunned that you cant even form words, instead, a pathetic whimpering sound escapes your lips. scara turns around to see where the strange sound is coming from.
his eyes widen a bit, but he immediately regains his composure. “stop crying like a baby and get over it, youre just a nuisance in my life,” now scara was just stomping all over your already broken heart. these simple actions somehow drained all of your energy, just standing was exhausting, not wanting to waste time or energy you give him an “ok,” and you turn around and leave.
you arrive at your shared apartment and decide to eat and rest for a little, so when he comes back you can properly confront him. but, he comes back the next day, hes wasted and the smell of sex is clinging onto him. he walks past you and immediately collapses on the couch and knocks out cold.
when he finally wakes up, youre making dinner. he remembers the encounter from last night. his eyes wander, wanting to look at anything but you. something in the trashcan catches his eye, the flowers. theyre pretty but it didnt come from him.
youve finished cooking, you see scara sitting at the table. you sit down, and placed your meal in front of you and you start to eat. “…what about mine?” scara asks you with a quiet voice. “oh wow, youre initiating a conversation with the nuisance. well, if you must know, that having to take care of you is quite tiring and ive realized that youre quite troublesome and it would be better if you werent in my life. so, kunikuzushi, im breaking up with you.”
hes taken aback when you use his birth name, “h-hey y/n, i didnt mean what i said yesterday… i regret it, it was just the heat of the moment,” he says, his voice trembling a bit. you sigh, “that still doesnt change the fact that you cheated on me, pack your bags and leave, this is my apartment after all,”
his trembling demeanour quickly turned aggressive, “DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH LOVE AND TIME IVE SPENT ON YOU?” you scoff, “WHAT LOVE? WHAT TIME? SURE, YOUVE PROMISED ME THESE THINGS BUT HAVE YOU EVER FULFILLED IT? EVER SINCE YOU BECAME AN IDOL, EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU CHANGED,”
the two of you are now yelling. “WELL, BEING AN IDOL IS TIRING, AND BEING BOUND TO ONLY YOU IS TIRING. ANEMO RESEMBLES FREEDOM, I CANT JUST BE BOUND TO YOU. A-AND SHE LOVES ME FOR WHO I AM” youre hurt, you stop yelling, “she loves you for who you are today, but will she when you have nothing?” “NO ONE LOVED ME WHEN I HAD NOTHING, WHEN I WAS NOTHING-“ “I FUCKING DID”
your voice begins to break, “i loved you when you had nothing, i was the one who helped you get back on your feet,” you sigh, hot tears now spilling down your face, “im gonna take a walk, and when i come back your things better be packed.” you leave the apartment, “you didnt even get to enjoy your meal,” he mumbles to himself. he begins to pack his things.
youre walking towards the park, youre tears making your cheeks glisten in the sunlight. you spot kazuha admiring the scenery, hes sitting down on a bench with a pen and notebook in hand, you assume he was making song lyrics or a haiku. you walk up to kazuha and wipe away your tears, “u-uhm hey kazu,” you sit down beside him. “oh hey y/n! nice seeing you here!” his voice is warm and comforting.
“im surprised that you arent swarmed by paparazzi yet,” you giggle, “me too, the quiet is very relaxing. my day has become better now that youre here. wheres scara?” you can feel your eyes watering up “we broke up… he cheated on me,” kazuha hugs you, patting your back, tears are now falling down your face. “you dont deserve that, you really dont, youre one of the most amazing people that i know.”
tip tap tip tap tip tap
you hear the sound of footsteps running, it’s probably someone jogging. kazuha tucks your hair behind your ear while looking you in the eyes.
“WAIT!-“
kazuha presses a gentle kiss on your forehead. you turn your head to see who had just called out, it was scara, he was standing there in shock, tears slipping down his face. “YOU BITCH KAZUHA,” scara yells at him. the bouquet of flowers you threw out earlier was now in his hands. “YOU LIKE Y/N, DONT YOU? YOU HAVE HER THESE FLOWERS, RIGHT?” scara scoffs, “and what if i do? theres no harm in having a crush, unlike cheating on your lover. and, i did give those flowers to her, so what?”
scara turns to you “b-baby you still love me right? a-and not this bastard, right?” his voice seems desperate, “kunikuzushi i-”
A/N: UHMM I LITERALLY HAD NO IDEA HOW TO END THIS- I AT LEAST TRIED LOL ┐༼ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°༽┌
(ngl i wanna make a part 2 because the ending was so messy ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º· )
TAGLIST @justaxiaosimp @mommykukki @xdrin @midnight-pluto @boomie-123 @scaramochies @dnsuhwr874y @hopefulceladon @yukinenikora @akusiapaakudimana @mai-yay @uhfhfhfhf
#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin angst#scara angst#genshin wanderer#wanderder#wanderer x reader#wanderer angst#wanderer#genshin scara#scaramouche#scaramouche angst#angst#idol scara#anemo
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Cockroach!
Pavitr Prabhakar x f!reader
Summary: Reader is scared of roaches and accidentally finds one in the bathroom. Pavitr saves her + fluff <3
[used Google translate for Hindi words, sorry if it's wrong 😅]
My boi has so less fics so i decided to do one myself '^_^
A/N: "N/n" means nickname
"Paviiiiiii beta!", Maya auntie calls from the kitchen. "Can you please get the door? I'm busy."
"I got it, aunite!"
Pavitr opens the door to none other than his best friend and partner-in-crime, Y/n.
"Hey, N/n!", he pulls you into an embrace. You smile and return the sentiment, nuzzling his cheek before pulling away.
You remove your shoes outside and step in, as is custom in India, greeted with a playful pinch to your cheek by Maya auntie herself. You giggle. She was like a mother to you and you loved her as such.
"My beti, I haven't seen you in a week! How was your vacation?"
"It wasn't great without you, auntie. We just got home and I came to see you right away!"
"Suck up, suck up", mutters Pavitr in the background, gaining a playful slap to his head -courtesy of you.
"Did you do your exams well? I didn't have a chance to ask you before you left."
"I think I'll get an 'A', thanks to Pavitr's tutoring."
You watch him perk up out of the corner of your eyes as your praise.
The boy in question puffs out his chest, showing off his biceps from where he's leaning on the kitchen door frame. "Have no fear, Pavitr is here!"
You cup your mouth, laughing at his antics as Maya auntie playfully shakes her head in exasperation.
"Pavu can be like that sometimes", she chuckles, leaning into your ear in a stage whisper, "He missed you a lot, you know. Never shuts up about you. And, you know, beti, I keep asking him to already tell you but-"
"AUNTIE!"
You both blush as Pavitr hushes the old woman. She just winks at you. Of course, she knows.
The awkwardness is too much and Pavitr takes your hand, leading you into his room.
"Okay okay, enough talk, ladies. Y/n and I have some work to do -for a project!", he adds quickly when Maya auntie smirks at him. "I.. that-..auntie!"
She just giggles and ruffles his hair before walking back to the kitchen, leaving you both standing awkwardly next to each other, flustered.
Pavitr clears his throat. "She.. she was just kidding, I didn't-"
"It's okay", you say shyly.
You have feelings for him too but both of you are just too timid and would rather take it to your grave than admit it out loud.
He falls onto his bed and crosses one leg over the other, resting his head on his elbows as you sit next to him.
"So, what has my favourite person been upto in the meantime, leaving me all alone in this big, big city?"
You playfully roll your eyes. Dramatic little shit.
"You? Alone? Liar, the whole city is your friend."
He pouts, trying to look offended, but gives in and laughs.
You discuss about your project and he shows you some beta models of his brilliant ideas. You stare in awe at the young genius before you, playing with his "toys" as he explains them patiently.
"Hey, can I use your bathroom for a sec?", you ask when he finishes.
"Sure. Make yourself at home, N/n! I'll go sneak us some snacks", he winks, peeking from outside his door.
You shake your head, smiling. It's not that Maya auntie would refuse you snacks, but Pavitr convinced you there was a thrill in food-stealing and you couldn't deny it.
You shut the door, switch on the light and turn to the sink to wash your face when there it is -the thing that you most fear, the monster of your nightmares -a cockroach!
You scream bloody murder and run out of the bathroom, colliding into a hard wall. You look up realising it's actually Pavitr.
"You okay, N/n?"
"R-roach! Roach!", you point at the bathroom door frantically.
You stay in the corner as he goes in and stomps it dead, washing his hands before he comes to hug you.
"Deep breaths, deep breaths.. now exhale.. that's it.."
You cling onto him and follow his orders, grip loosing as your breathing slows down. His hand circle your waist, holding you firm and secure. You rest your head on his chest, calming down at the rhythmic beat of his heart.
You only belatedly realize it: you're hugging him, your chests touching each other's.
He seems to realizes it at the same time too, but instead of letting you go -like every other time- his hands tighten around your waist.
Pavitr catches your eyes with his own mesmerizing brown eyes; yours unable to leave him, entranced by his orbs as he slowly, gently leans in. Without noticing, you lean in too.
The gentle touch of soft lips spark fireworks in your body, your nerves tingling with the new feeling of his lips on yours. You could get used to this.
You panick a little it registers what you're doing, but Pavitr chases your lips, pressing against them firmly and you instantly calm down. He cups your face, cradling your neck as he brings your lips closer. It's his way of reassuring that you have nothing to fear.
"Hope I'm not interrupting anything."
You guys jump back as if burned when the door suddenly flies open. Maya auntie is standing there with a guiless face and a bright smile.
"I brought chai for you kids!", she says cheerfully and sets down the cups. "Did you hear that scream earlier? Where did it come from?"
"It, uh, it was me, auntie", you say, quite embarresed, running a hand through your matted up hair. "There was a cockroach in the bathroom and I got scared."
"Aww, poor child."
Pavitr looks away, blush blooming on his cheeks yet not obvious due to his skin tone. He rocks on his heels, running a hand through his hair. You know he too can still feel your lips on his from the way his eyes never leave you.
Maya auntie's eyes sparkle mischievously as she smiles and goes into the bathroom, finding the toy roach and throwing it into the trash can.
She smirks under her breath and washes her hands, sighing as she mutters in amusement.
"Oh, the things an old lady gotta do.."
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Our sister • Barcelona Femení
This is quite short and sad, I’m sorry about that.
Part 1 Hot Chocolate
Request: Would you maybe write a second part to Hot Chocolate? Where Y/N’s injury might be fatal and the doctors tell the girls they might need to say goodbye to her, Ale, Mapi and Ana, Paños taking it worse than any other
Word count: 1k
When the bus finally parks near the hospital suddenly the team is filled with dread. The air is tense and no one dares to move a muscle until Jonatan stands up.
It’s not a pretty sight as the whole Barca team clambers into the hospital’s waiting room and Alexia follows their coach to the receptionist. The lady barely looks up at them and she recognizes them, though it wasn’t too difficult as she recognizes the same crest on their shirt that sat over your heart.
“You will have to wait a bit sir, she’s just recently been taken into the OR. Have a seat until then and I’ll call you as soon as I can” she kindly smiles at the two then the team as well but only a select few are able to muster up a smile to reciprocate the politeness.
Half an hour later the team is restless. Ana’s leg bounces up and down as she impatiently waits while Sandra has basically chewed her fingers raw in her anxious state. The waiting room is silent as the team barely exchange words with each other, only looking up from the tiled floor when they hear a nurse walk down the corridor, hoping they are there to deliver good news about your well being.
Mapi suddenly stands, a hand over her stomach and Alexia’s eyes follow her before her legs do.
“Where are you going?” she whispers from next to the defender.
“I can’t do this, I feel like I’m going to throw up.”
“Let’s go, we’ll wash this off while we wait” the brunette takes in the pale look of her best friend before her eyes drift to the smeared blood on her hands and she grabs ahold of her wrist to direct her to the restroom.
Mapi doesn’t wait a second as she furiously starts rubbing the red off her skin, angry tears reappearing as she washes her hands. Alexia doesn’t know what to do as she watches on, desperately trying to hold back her own tears from falling. Eventually she lays a gentle hand on her back and Mapi turns to her with a start.
“I don’t want her to go, I don’t want her to leave us.” the rushed whisper sounds like loud screams to Alexia as she inhales deeply and pulls Mapi into her embrace.
“Me either, but she’ll be okay. She won’t leave us.” the two stand in each other's warm embrace for a few more seconds until a quiet knock echoes through the small bathroom. Ana and Ingrid poke their heads in.
“The nurse is here, they have news on Y/N” instantly the pair spring apart and the four of them rush back to where a nurse is standing with the rest of their teammates. The flash of hope they felt dims as they notice the solemn expression the woman is wearing.
“No” Mapi gasps out, a hand over her heart as she feels weak.
“I regret to inform you but unfortunately Y/N didn’t make it. She had a brain bleed and after resuscitating twice her body had given up.” several loud sobs are let out amongst the team and Irene falls back into her chair as she hears the news.
No faces are left dry as the girls’ hearts break.
“Can we say goodbye?” Marta is the one who gains the bit of strength to ask the question and with a small sympathetic smile the nurse nods and gestures to the rest to follow her. Sniffling and shuddering breaths are the only sounds coming from the girls as they walk the length of the corridor before the nurse opens the door of your room and lets them all in.
Alexia feels her head spin at the sight of your lifeless body in the small hospital bed and she allows herself to feel, to cry as she no longer has a reason to stay strong. She rounds the bed as she stands by your side and the team watches in silence as she slowly lifts her hand and carefully traces your features with her fingers. You were still so young, so full of energy and to see you now, here and in this state.
It’s all too much and as a sob breaks through her she hunches over your body and cries into the thin blanket laid over you. Seeing their captain so vulnerable and helpless starts a domino effect in the team and one by one they lower themselves to the floor, too exhausted and overwhelmed with the loss of their best friends, their sister to stay strong.
Ana has pulled her shirt over her head and she hides from the world as salty tears roll down her cheeks. She can’t help but feel like she should’ve done more to protect you, though if you were still there you’d tell her how ridiculous that was and that her glaring had done way more than she would know.
Mapi is a mess as she slides her hand into your cold one and she holds her breath for a second, closely looking at them.
She hopes and begs you to make a move, to hold her hand, anything that would be an indication that you were okay and alive. But nothing. And stands above you and Alexia as she creates a puddle of tears below her.
“It’s too short, 20 years is too short, it doesn't look real. She barely lived” the words hang heavy in the air and the Barca team stay in your room long after the sun has come up.
It’s their last chance to be with you, their last chance to memorize the details of your precious face.
Silence follows them everywhere as they mourn the loss of their sister. Without you the team would never feel whole again.
Your death would leave a hole in them, in Barca, a hole that would never be filled because you’d never be back.
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A little blurb for me 👉👈 QFWW
What if the boys (Jon & Dami) wanted to make Valentine's day super special but the chaotic duo just make a mess of things but it ends up being even more endearing. Like wanting to bring reader flowers but something comes up and the bouquet never makes it home fully intact. Or breakfast in bed but the kitchen looks like a disaster and one of the boys ends up with Distract Reader But Don't Make It Suspicious Duty™ so that they don't see the mess. Something super cute and chaotic :))
WARNINGS: language, talk of food, mentions of bike crash, 2,000 words of poly garble just for you 😘
See Three is the Luckiest Number master list for more poly fics!
MASTER LIST in BIO
"She knows something is up." Jon whispers, eyes cutting toward you nervously.
"Of course she does. You're whispering and looking at her every seven seconds like you're trying to hide something."
"I am hiding something!"
"Shh!"
You look up from your book through your eyelashes. They're right where they were the last time Jon got a little too loud: standing in the kitchen, pretending to make dinner. Pretending, because there's been an empty pot sitting on the stove for ten minutes.
They've been acting strangely the last few days. Jon more so than Damian. You really hope it's something to do with the upcoming holiday and not something serious that they're trying to keep from you.
"Everything okay in there?" you call, skimming the page in your lap for the line you left off of.
"Fine," they respond in unison.
It's probably fine.
"This is the exact opposite of fine," Jon hisses. "It was supposed to be here days ago."
"I've reported it missing and a replacement won't be here for two weeks at best. There isn't anything else we can do about it now." Damian drums his fingers against the counter. "We have to come up with something else."
Jon bites down on the nail of his thumb. "V-Day is in three days. We have no time."
"We've overcome worse." Damian assures. Armageddon, alien apocalypse, city-wide bomb threats. Surely they can handle a last-minute Valentine's Day gift, right? "We just need to…get creative."
Jon's shoulders cave toward his chest anxiously. "Okay, well, I know what she got you, and a macaroni necklace is not comparable."
Damian, out of the kindness of his own heart, resists every urge not to roll his eyes at his darling boyfriend. "Not that kind of creative," he corrects. "Perhaps instead of a gift, we do something for her."
Jon's eyebrows raise. Damian senses his skewed thought process like waves in a pool.
"Food, Jon. We should make her food."
•••
Damian keeps forgetting to fix his ringtone. It always slips his mind until he’s somewhere in public, like walking to his next lecture, trying to seem imposing in front of his peers with his nice sweater and his heavy peacoat, and his phone starts screaming Lady Gaga’s poker face.
“...and Baby, when it’s love if it’s not rough it isn’t fun~!”
He almost rips his pocket open trying to get a hold of the fucking thing.
“Jon, if you ever touch my phone again-”
“You’ll torture me and all that extra fun stuff, I know, I know. You have my full consent.”
Damian rolls his eyes with a huff and ducks away from the main walkway. “I take it this isn’t an emergency, then?” Because, in typical Wayne fashion, it’s always his gut reaction.
“No…well, I mean, not really.”
He jerks to a halt. “What? Are you alright?”
“Yeah! Yeah, sorry, I’m fine, everybody’s fine. But, um…Did you order the chocolates?”
He shoves out a breath and continues on his way. “Yes, of course. Have they arrived?”
“Yeah…except, uh, I think you ordered the wrong ones.”
He stops again. “...What?”
“These aren’t right. I am, like, ninety percent sure these are not her favorites. Actually, I think she avoids these?”
“Look at– Was there a packing slip? An order sheet of some kind?” Damian asks, eyebrows pinched.
He hears shuffling, crinkling. “Uh, yeah, here is it.”
As Jon rattles off the assortment, Damian’s heart starts sinking. He pinches the bridge of his nose like it might relieve the pressure building behind his eyes. “Yes. That’s…She hates those.”
How. On this good green earth. Did he mess that one up?
Sleep deprivation. It must have been. He ordered it the night Ivy defaced the Wayne Tower by using vines to form a heart and shape I + H through the middle. At least she’d apologized. At least Harley liked it.
Shit. He’d better check Jon’s too. Milk chocolate, coconut, caramel, right? That’s what Jon’s was supposed to be. Maybe he should have you check it.
“Is the name on it right?” he sighs.
More rustling. “Oh. No. It’s addressed to a…Walt Morgan.”
Thank. Fuck. He's not the third worst boyfriend in the building.
“Okay. Okay. That’s easy to fix, then. I’ll call them and sort the whole thing out. With any luck, a new one will be delivered the day before.” He’s thinking out loud, already scheming out how to sneak a three foot tall heart-shaped box of chocolates into the apartment and past you. “This is fine.”
Jon laughs into the phone. “What, like the meme? Are you sitting in a burning room right now?”
•••
The moment Damian gets home, lecture notes fresh in his mind, Jon meets him at the door.
"Problem," he blurts. He's holding something behind his back.
Damian squeezes the strap of his bag. "With?" The League? The Titans? The city? The world? His family? Jon's family? God forbid, you?
"The flowers," he answers. His hands move, and suddenly Damian is staring down at the squished, crumpled remnants of a flower bouquet with all your favorites.
He sighs in relief. "What happened?" He rubs his palm across his forehead and tries to resettle his nerves.
"I rode my bike home. I hit that stupid bump in the parking garage and it was either the flowers or the groceries, so…” He squeezes a limp petal between his thumb and his pointer, eyebrows furrowed glumly.
Damian plucks the best looking one of the whole cluster and looks it over. “It’s alright. I’ll call in the morning and order another. You should hide these, though.”
Jon shrugs. “Yeah. I think the old lady across the hall would like some. I’ll pick out the ones that survived.”
Damian’s lips curl up at the edges. It's just like Jon to find some act of kindness in a cluster of crushed flowers. “I think that’s a great idea.” He jams the flower back into the middle. His hand comes up to cup Jon’s cheek instead. He presses his lips to his temple. “Well done, saving the groceries. She’ll like the food better anyway.”
•••
“Jon,” Damian hisses.
Jon turns around very slowly, eyes wide. His clothes seem to have survived unscathed, but there are speckles of batter across his face. He’s still holding a spatula in one hand.
He takes a deep breath. “I was gone for two minutes. What happened?”
Jon smiles sheepishly. “See, I wanted to flip pancakes like you do. Like, without the spatula? You just, like, throw it with the pan?”
“Right.”
“Well, I tried it because it looks easy when you do it, but, I…I kind of miscalculated how hard I was supposed to jerk the pan. So it kind of…” he trails off, gesturing confusingly with his hands. Damian quirks an eyebrow, so he points toward the ceiling to clarify.
Twelve feet above him, Damian finds the pale wet splatter of batter on the ceiling. And on the floor below it, the dry, cooked side of an unfinished pancake.
“You launched a pancake so high it hit the ceiling?”
“It stuck for a few seconds. I mean, see, if you think about it; it’s really a testament to your cooking skills. Right? The batter was just…that good.” He grins convincingly. Dirty little suck up. Those puppy dog eyes may work on you, but they rarely do on Damian.
Rarely.
Damian stares down at the ruined pancake still leaking uncooked batter, grossly lumpy with chocolate chips. It’ll be a pain to clean later, so he may as well get it done with. He might as well wipe down the counters, too…
He looks to the rest of the kitchen while Jon starts unraveling some paper towels. “Jon.”
The man in question glances at him as he crouches to start scooping up his failure. “Hmm?”
“What have we done to the kitchen?”
“What do you mean?” Jon mumbles, turning toward the counters, “I was kind of cleaning as I went…oh.”
They may have had a little too much fun making breakfast. Chocolate chips spilled across the counter where Jon was measuring with his heart. Dishes nobody thought to do after the movie last night piled in the sink beneath all the bowls and measuring cups from this morning. Half of the pancake ingredients are still sitting on the counter because Jon got handsy when Damian finally made it to the stove top. Flour is dusted around the area where Jon had been mixing everything in the bowl. There’s also batter slopped over a corner of the counter from when he got handsy the second time.
It’s fine. It’s looked worse. The time you tried to make sushi rolls. The time Jon tried to make pudding-filled cupcakes. The time Jason realized this apartment was a lot closer than the Cave and would mop up better than his safehouse once he was done bleeding all over the place. That time Titus switched foods too fast.
"She can't see this," Jon whispers. He projects his hearing back out past the living room, listening for any sign you've woken up. "She cleaned Saturday. She will kill us."
"Agreed. We take this to our graves."
"Agreed."
Damian takes a deep breath. Scans the room again. Pulls together a plan. "Can you finish the pancakes?"
"I'll burn them. Don't look in the microwave. I'll start cleaning." As if to cement this, he ducks around Damian to get under the sink for the cleaning supplies.
Damian glances warily toward the microwave. He decides his mental health is more important than seeing what's inside.
•••
For the first time in a long time, you wake up to an unexpectedly cold bed.
You stretch out, sleepily thinking you must be mistaken. Maybe you just aren't quite used to the California King upgrade. You roll onto your back and sacrifice your remaining body heat to search for a new source to leech from. You're surprised to find the end of the mattress on one side and the edge of the comforter on your other.
Odd, considering everyone took Valentine's Day off from everything, and they'd begged you to sleep in the middle last night so they could both reach you. There weren't any agreed upon plans this morning, and none of you bother to crawl out of bed if you don't have to. Lazy mornings always find at least two of you in bed, staring at screens or book pages, waiting on the last to wake up. Some mornings, you don't even get up then.
Which means there must be a good reason they're out of bed and not training to be professional bed warmers.
You dart upright. You squint against any light struggling through the blinds. The room is just as it was when you went to bed last night; yours and Jon's clothes spotting the floor, Damian's laptop is closed on the nightstand by the door, Jon's phone is still charging next to yours on the other nightstand, the blinds are still half closed.
More importantly, the locked drawer in the bottom of the dresser is still closed. Which means there wasn't any super-sneaking.
"Boys?" you call.
"Stay there!" Jon's voice rings through the door from down the hall.
"We're coming to you!" Damian adds.
You rub a knuckle into your eye. "What're you doing?"
"You'll see," Damian answers, closer now. Then he's whispering, "Jon, get the–"
"I can't, I'm carrying two–"
"Okay, fine, just put your hand here– no, there. And I'll–"
The door creaks open, and there they stand, your heroes: both wide-eyed, Damian with a long white tray, and Jon with three mugs and a bottle of syrup balanced in two hands.
Damian smiles widely. "Happy Valentine's Day, Beloved."
Jon grins and practically skips into the room. "We made your favorite," he sings.
You scoot closer to the headboard to make room. You laugh breathlessly. "What?"
Jon sets two of the mugs alongside the phones, and pushes the other into your hands as he climbs into bed beside you. "We got you something really good, but there were some, uh…complications." He glances at your other sweetheart for confirmation.
The man in question plants his knee on the bed before he leans over to pop the legs out to set the tray over your lap while you hold your mug out of the way. "It's delayed. You'll have it soon, but we thought we should make it up to you." Once the tray is sturdy, he climbs in on your other side.
"Are you telling me I get breakfast in bed and a gift?" your smile turns suspicious. "Sounds an awful lot like I'm getting buttered up for something," You glance down at the spread that's been placed before you, "...just like these perfect fucking pancakes, good god!"
Damian chuckles, leaning back into the pillows so he can stretch out a little. His arm reaches past you, resting against your back while his hand finds a spot on Jon's shoulder. "Perfect sounds dramatic, but thank you. I did have a lovely assistant."
"Is that right?" you shift your attention to Jon.
He smiles sheepishly. "I mean, I didn't much–" He stops short when he blinks and suddenly your nose is a few inches from his ear.
"Shut up and take some credit, baby." You clip your bottom lip between your teeth as his cheeks bloom pink. You release it, only to press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you."
You give him a breather so you can lean the other way and bestow the same thanks to Damian. "And you, deary."
You melt a little at the way he smiles up at you. It's all warm and tender; a side of him only these four walls and two sets of eyes get to see. "You're very welcome, Love."
Jon's head meets your shoulder as he reaches for an orange wedge from Damian's end of the tray. Well, the end closest to him. It's arranged more like a buffet than a set table.
"You tired, honey?" you chuckle, setting your hand on the side of his head, smoothing your thumb over the beginning of his ear.
"Mhmm. Worth it, though."
"How early did you get up?" Your smile fades a little. "How long have you been unsupervised in the kitchen?"
He stiffens against you. "Huh? I dunno what you mean. What are you talking about?" He jumps when Damian pinches his arm."
You turn slowly toward the other one. "Damian. Is my kitchen a mess?"
He stares up at you, suave as ever laying among these pillows, one arm tucked behind his head and the other laid out behind you. "Would I ever allow such a thing to happen? On a day of love, no less?"
"That's not an answer and you know it."
His eyes cut beyond you, to something Jon does, or maybe to encourage him to do something.
Your eyes narrow on him. He's guilty, you know that much. He's bad at hiding it from you, or Jon, because he doesn't like hiding things from either of you. Which means the kitchen is probably a complete wreck…but fuck it; it's Valentine's Day, and the loves of your life have made an amazing breakfast in bed to share. You'll fix the kitchen tomorrow. Or the next day. Maybe the next.
You pretend to think about a little longer than you really do. He watches your face all the same, even if he knows you're making a show. Finally, you take a sip of your coffee. "I suppose that you can be forgiven. For the sake of the holiday. And because you made me chocolate chip pancakes, but I'm considering that cheating, so…"
Jon's head is back on your shoulder. "So?" You can see the puppy dog eyes in your peripheral. You can feel them heating up the side of your face—so much so that you wonder if he's utilizing a tiny fraction of his laser-heat-whatever vision. Not today, Satan.
"So, let's eat this food while it's warm and pretend the kitchen doesn't exist."
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The Conqueror’s Daughter Part 2
Word count: 1542
“Mother, are you okay?” Aenys asks you.
“Yes I’m okay, just a bad dream” (Y/N) tells Aenys as he leaves you alone again.
(Y/N) looks back at Aenys as he leaves and she remembers when she found out she was pregnant five years into Maegor's ruling he had taken (Y/N) to bed many times always by force she would cry out for help and beg him to stop but nothing stopped him all he wanted was an heir but the gods were cruel to Maegor and his wife’s the day before Maegor's death (Y/N) found out she was pregnant and went to tell Maegor but found his lifeless body on the Iron Throne wrist cut and his blood flowing out till he bled to death and (Y/N) yelled out and the tears slowly began her brother was gone (Y/N) had ran up to Maegor’s body and tried to wake him up but it was no use (Y/N) left and had Aenys in secret and hide him away from everyone.
(Y/N) read over the letter that Arya Stark had sent her asking for her help that her father was imprisoned by the Lannisters (Y/N) told Aenys and they both got on (Y/N)’s dragons and flew to King's Landing to save Ned Stark and his daughters.
(Y/N) flew Shadow and Aenys flew Snow.
Kings Landing
(Y/N) flew over the Red Keep and land’s Shadow and walked into the Throne Room and pulled out her sword and pointed it at Joffrey.
“Where is Ned Stark and his daughter? I want them brought to me now! Or I’ll burn you and your family alive!” (Y/N) yells out at Joffrey.
“Dog bring Ned Stark and his daughters” Joffrey yells out.
Cersei and Jaime came running into the room and stopped as they saw (Y/N) with a sword pointed at their son.
Ned and Sansa and Arya are brought out and Aenys comes in and takes them out to the dragons and (Y/N) slap’s Joffrey in the face and turns to Cersei and Jaime.
“Control your bastard or next time I’ll burn him and your other two alive in front of you both” (Y/N) tells them and she sees the fear in their eyes as (Y/N) leaves the Red Keep.
(Y/N) tells Arya and Sansa to get on her dragon and Aenys takes Ned and they head North.
The North
Robb and Catelyn are out in the courtyard as Bran and Rickon play but stop when a loud roar is heard over their heads and they all get down and some run and scream to safety.
(Y/N) helps Sansa and Arya off Shadow and Aenys helps Ned off Snow and they all head over to the courtyard and Catelyn sees Ned and her daughters and she runs over to them and holds them and lets out a loud cry happy to see them safe and home Robb and Bran and Rickon look over and make their way over to their father and sisters and hug them tightly as they let tears fall and look over to see (Y/N) Targaryen and a young man with her.
“Thank you for helping save them and bringing them back home safely” Catelyn tells (Y/N).
“Your welcome and I’m happy to help your family and I’m sorry to hear about your son’s fall my lady” (Y/N) tells Catelyn.
“Thank you and I’m happy he’s awake and back with us again but someone tried to kill him when he was sleeping and the man tried with this dagger” Catelyn tells (Y/N) and shows her the dagger.
(Y/N) looks at the dagger and takes it and holds it close and lets out a small cry.
“This was my fathers he had it made so long ago it was passed down from heir to heir along with Aegon’s dream” (Y/N) tells them.
Inside the great hall (Y/N) puts the dagger in the fire and waits for it to heat up and shows Aenys the inspiration on the dagger.
“From my blood comes the prince that was promised and his will be the song of ice and fire” (Y/N) tells Aenys.
The Starks look at (Y/N) then at the dagger and see the inspiration and Robb looks up at you.
“What does it say?” Robb asks.
“It’s the reason why my father started his conquest of Westeros on DragonStone my father had a dream that terrified him in his dream he saw death and darkness coming from the North and he saw the darkness take over everything and everyone so he knew he had to stop the darkness so he and his sister wife’s flew to Westeros and started the conquest because he knew only a Targaryen can defeat the darkness and a Targaryen must sit the Iron Throne King or Queen” (Y/N) tells everyone the story.
“The White Walkers?” Bran asks (Y/N).
“Yes I suppose my father dreamt of the White Walkers” (Y/N) says.
Lady Stark has a room made for both you and Aenys as (Y/N) lay in bed she starts to toss and turn and yell out for her brothers Aenys comes in to check on (Y/N) and sees her calling out for his uncle.
“Aenys don’t leave me alone please stay a little longer I can’t lose you please” (Y/N) cry’s out in her sleep.
Aenys holds (Y/N)’s hand and tries to calm her as Robb walks by and asks Aenys if he needs some help.
Aenys tells Robb to watch over you; he needs to get something that will help you. Aenys gets on Snow and flies away.
“Aemond please don’t do this Rhaenyra will forgive you and Aegon and Helaena please I’m begging you stop this!” (Y/N) cries out as she sits up with tears streaming down her face and grabs the hand that was in hers tightly.
“Thank you for watching over me Robb” (Y/N) says smiling at him while her eyes are shut.
“How did you know it was me?” Robb asks (Y/N).
“Aenys whispers to me in Valerian and you don’t know the language” (Y/N) says smiling at him.
“Do you mind me asking what you were dreaming about?” Robb asks (Y/N).
“I don’t mind at all, I was dreaming of my family I dreamt of all the happiness and sadness and the heartbreak I had to watch my family tear each other apart all for the Iron Throne I dreamt of Aemond Targaryen he killed Rhaenyra’s son Lucerys I had begged him not to go but he went anyway and war broke out soon after and sweet Helaena’s son paid the price a son for son she throw herself from a high tower not long after Aegon burnt Rhaenyra alive in front of her son Aegon the younger Daemon had killed Aemond and he fell to his death I had to watch over little Aegon and he married Jaehaera Aegon and Helaena’s daughter then I saw my family fall apart again because the only thing that can destroy the house of the dragon was itself and that’s what they did” (Y/N) tells Robb as tears fall down your face and he wipes them away softly.
“I’m sorry you had to see your home and family destroyed” Robb tells (Y/N).
“Where did my son go?” (Y/N) asks Robb.
“He just told me to watch over you and he flew away” Robb tells (Y/N).
“I dreamt of you once I saw you start a war to free your father then I saw you and your mother get murdered by a house that was loyal to your father” (Y/N) tells Robb.
“I would have gone to war if that prick of a King beheaded my father” Robb tells (Y/N).
“That’s what I like about you Robb you have love and honor and care for your family” (Y/N) says as she holds his hand tightly.
(Y/N) brings Robb’s hand up to her lips and kisses it softly as he looks in your eyes but soon lets go as Aenys makes his way into the room with a box in his hand and gives it to (Y/N).
“I’ve brought you something that will calm you” Aenys tells (Y/N) as he leaves you and Robb alone in your room and closes the door.
(Y/N) opens the box and pulls out a wooden dragon that Aegon had carved for her and (Y/N) looks closer and sees her father and mother’s crowns in the box and (Y/N) lets all the tears fall.
“What is that?” Robb asks (Y/N) as he sees her holding something.
“It’s a wooden dragon my father carved out for me along with his and my mothers crowns” (Y/N) says as she shows Robb the item in the box.
“Can I ask you something?” Robb asks (Y/N).
“What do you want to know?” (Y/N) asks him.
“What was your father like?” Robb asks (Y/N).
“He was ….” (Y/N) starts to say.
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Stumblin' In
a/n: Well...it's been...a while. heh. Sorry. I've been going through a lot. On here (the accusations...) as well as in life. Latter keeps me busy to no end. It's exhausting...but I'm back.
beta-reader, editor, partner in crime: @barfightzanddiscolightz
warnings: mentions of previous injury, rpf, fem!reader, cuteness overload
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part 1 - part 2 - part 4
Part 3
You let yourself fall face down on the sofa with a loud sigh. The last few days had been nothing short of exhausting. Your back and neck still hurt, and the concussion had caused some nightmarish migraines that had left you unable to work. So, you spent your days in your dark living room, accompanied by your two cats, Freya and Kiro. Freya, a chubby lady with a moustache who you had had to put on a diet, was sitting on the back of your sofa, silently judging you. Kiro, your long-haired void of a cat, sat next to you, purring in your ear.
When you had come home from the hospital almost a week ago, they had greeted you with loud, screaming meows as if they had been starving. Your dad had been looking after them, cuddling them and feeding them generously. You also knew that he had given each of them a little treat every time before he left. So much for starving. Total drama queens - Both of them. But that's just Freya and Kiro, you wouldn't trade them for any other cats in the world.
Today had been your first day back at work and you wished you hadn’t gone. Your migraines had stopped the day before, but your body was still killing you. Groaning, you pushed yourself up to sit properly on your sofa, your legs sprawled out on its long chaise longue. You took a blanket from the basket beside it and pulled it neatly over your legs. Kiro immediately took this as an invitation to plop down between your legs. You were about to open one of your newly ordered books when your phone buzzed. A new message.
Huffing annoyedly, you picked up your phone from where it lay beside you to check who had the audacity to disturb your precious reading time.
It was Joe. Forgotten were your pain and shitty mood.
He hadn't texted you in days and, not wanting to appear desperate, you hadn't texted him either. That's just the way you were, constantly thinking that you were annoying people with your presence.
Pushing the negative thoughts to the back of your mind and grinning to yourself, you quickly unlocked your phone and read his message.
Bambi on ice! How are you?
You rolled your eyes at his new name for you. You got it, you're a klutz.
Hello to you too, Joe...
I'm fine. How are you?
I'm good. Very busy.
That's why I haven't texted you the last few days. I'm sorry about that.
Oh... you don't have to apologise. It's fine.
No. I don't want you to get the wrong impression. I'm working abroad at the moment, and I only have internet when I'm back in my temporary home. And then I get flooded with messages and things to check as soon as my phone connects to the internet. I didn't mean to forget about you.
You read the last sentence he wrote not once, but twice... no screw it, five times. You'd be lying if you said it didn't affect you. The slight pink tint to your cheeks betrayed you and you were glad no one was around to point it out. You had to change the subject. This is too much lovey-dovey bullshit. You were not ready for this... yet.
How are you supposed to do your hacking without internet? Must be difficult.
Perfect.
All Joe did was send a series of eyeroll emojis that made you giggle.
It's a top-secret mission, you know. We're doing it the old-fashioned way. Infiltrate and then destroy. 😉
All right there, soldier. Top secret. Got it.
But I'll be back in four days!
Amazing! Quick in and out then?
Yeah...something like that.
Hey... I was wondering if you were up for that date you owe me when I get back?
You stared at his question and the blush crept back into your cheeks. Here you were again. Back to the subject you had hoped to avoid, at least for a little while longer.
While you had agreed to go on a date with him, your motivation was more to please him and get off the hook so you could get inside your house. You were knackered and just wanted to rest. Days had passed, and you had been beating yourself up about agreeing. You weren't dating at the moment. You found contentment in the way your life was going. Nevertheless, you had promised him, and breaking a promise was not your style.
Swallowing hard, you let your fingers tap out your response.
Sure! Just let me know when and where and I'll be there 😊
Great! Can't wait!
Me either!
Listen, I gotta go now. Duty calls! Text soon?
Of course! Good luck with your mission.
Thanks! Bye, darling xx
Bye Joe xx
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Fuck. You had an official date. With Joe. You needed to tell a certain someone.
"Brother in Christ. How are you?"
Of course, your best friend would pick up like that. You pushed yourself up a little, which made your legs move, much to Kiro's displeasure. The cat glared at you, and you quickly apologised with a kiss to his head.
"I'm fine...guess what!", you tried her, gnawing on your bottom lip.
"You finally managed to put your summer clothes in the basement?" she guessed.
"Well, yeah...but that's not what I wanted you to guess.", you snorted and then blurted it out: "I-have-a-date."
"What?"
"I HAVE A DATE!”, you repeated, almost shouting. Since your neighbours were all half deaf anyway, you didn't care that you had just raised your voice.
“Ouch, don’t yell at m- WAIT! You?! Have a date?!”, she sputtered.
"Yes!”, you replied in a breezy voice.
"With who?"
"Joe.", you replied so quietly that she almost didn't hear it, but her gasp gave her away.
"Joe. As in 'your knight in a beige cable-knit jumper'-Joe?"
"Yes!”, you squeaked out, earning a glare from both your cats.
"Holy shit, babes! This is like one of those romance films we sometimes watch on film night.”, she gushed, clearly very excited for you.
"Ugh, yeah. I know.”, you groaned. "I need your help. I don't have anything to wear!"
"Lies! Your wardrobe is bursting at the seams."
Which was true, but she didn't have to expose you like that.
"I know. Can you help me put together an outfit? I will repay you fabulously!"
"Ahhh... just deduct it from the mountain of drinks-debt I owe you. I'll be there in 20 minutes!"
"Wait! The date's not even se-", you started, but she had already hung up. Typical her.
18 minutes later your doorbell rang and there she stood in all her 'hair in a messy bun, oversized jumper, leggings with a questionable stain and the oldest trainers she could find' glory. Her face was sporting a huge grin.
"You look absolutely insane." you pointed out as soon as you opened the door, chuckling. She snorted and pushed past you, heading for your room. You quickly followed, knowing full well that without you, she'd start pulling out pieces of clothing from your closet and throwing them on your bed.
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She had been rummaging through your wardrobe for almost two hours now and had mentioned that you had 'too many things' at least 20 times, accompanied by an eyeroll, whilst you made yourself comfortable on your bed. Your cats had decided to join you for a while, but the mess she was making was too much for them and they went back to the living room.
She was standing on one of the shelves in the closet, trying to get to the top shelf. It was the most hilarious thing you had ever seen, you had to snap a picture. Without thinking, you sent it to Joe.
Who’s that?
My best friend. She’s a madwoman.
I can see that, and I see how she’s your bestie. You both like to put yourselves in dangerous situations. I bet she’s pulled a Humpty Dumpty before as well.
You snorted at his text, earning a raised eyebrow from your friend who was still standing in your wardrobe. When she saw you were on your phone, she gasped and jumped out of the wardrobe. She quickly made her way over to you.
"Who are you texting?", she demanded, her eyes narrowing.
"Nobody."
"Bullshit.”, she claimed, holding out her hand to you. "Give me the phone."
"No.”, you giggled, trying to crawl away from her, but to no avail. She was very quick and snatched the phone out of your fingers. Her eyes went wide.
"BITCH! Stop sending pictures of me to your boyfriend!"
"He's not my boyfriend!", you argued, snorting and laughing at the face she was making.
"He better be after your date...", she muttered, tossing your phone back at you, which you almost caught with your face. "I've got your outfit."
With a huge grin, she walked back over to your wardrobe and picked up a few stray clothes. Then she laid them out orderly on your bed. It was perfect. Totally you. Totally the opposite of Joe. You'd stick out like a sore thumb.
“Thanks babe.”, you smiled, pushing yourself off the bed and engulfing her in a tight hug.
"Anytime, love.”, she grinned into your hair and returned your hug with an even tighter one.
"Coffee and biscuits?", you asked her as you pulled away and her face lit up all over again. She didn't even answer your question but ran off to the kitchen.
"You better have chocolate chip cookies!", you heard her yell, knowing she'd already opened your cupboard where you stored your sweets. When you heard her excited squeak, you knew she had found them. Shaking your head at her antics, you made your way to the kitchen to join her. You wouldn't trade her for anything in the world, either.
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When your best friend left, it was already dark outside. You opted for a light dinner which consisted of a piece of sourdough bread, half a tomato, a handful of shredded cheddar cheese and three green olives. Everything was neatly arranged on the plate. Girl Dinner was served.
Walking over to the sofa to read for the second time that evening, you placed your plate on the small table in front of it, sat down and draped a blanket over yourself. Picking up the plate, you leaned back against the headrest and popped an olive into your mouth. Freya and Kiro soon joined you and tried to beg you for some of the sourdough. Kiro was particularly persistent, but so were you. When they finally realised you weren't going to give in, Kiro trotted off to sulk under one of your chairs and Freya retreated to her place on the headrest.
You were just about to open your book when your phone again alerted you to a new message. Thinking it was your best friend letting you know she had gotten home, you leaned forward to grab your phone. But it wasn't your best friend. Joe had texted you again.
Did you have dinner?
Uh... yeah. Why?
Oh, just checking.
What are you doing?
I wanted to read, but a certain someone keeps interrupting.
Oh! My apologies.
What are you reading?
This. *attachment*
Ooh. This looks interesting. What's it about?
Instead of telling him, you took a picture of the summary on the back.
It sounds very interesting. I'll stop bothering you now. Go read!
You're not bothering me, Joe.
Your last message stayed unread, and you frowned at your phone. After a couple of moments, you put your phone aside and finally started reading where you had left off.
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You were about to take a sip of the tea you had made yourself an hour into reading when your phone beeped again. You wondered who it was. It certainly wasn't your best friend. She had let you know that she had arrived home shortly after Joe had dropped the conversation. You had a hunch, though.
Turning your phone around, you saw that Joe had sent you a picture. With a gentle tap to the screen, you enlarged the photo. It was a book, but not just any book. It was the same book you were reading. Smiling to yourself, you tapped on the picture again and added a heart reaction to it.
Then another message from Joe.
Now we can have our own little book club.
Those nine words instantly made your heart flutter.
Just the two of us?
Yep.
Count me in...
Brilliant! I was hoping you'd say yes. It'd be a shitty book club if I was on my own.
Yep. The discussions would be very one-sided.
And boring.
OK, I'll let you read. I'm sure you're way ahead of me. I just got it and I gotta catch up so we can discuss it on our date.
I'd love that. Talk later?
Of course we will. Happy reading! Bye, darling xx
You too! Bye Joe xx
Grinning from ear to ear, you put your phone down and picked up your book up again. You’d never been happier that you had so mindlessly agreed to a date before.
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omg I loved that jealous Wolfwood 😳 may I ask how he would act in the opposite situation? like, reader is usually kinda sassy and he thinks she's not into him, but when she sees him flirting with someone else she gets all pouty and irritable - and he notices.
Mine, And Only Mine
A/N: Anon, WHAT A GOOD IDEA. Here, have a fic about it!
Pairing: Nicholas D. Wolfwood x reader
"Does he have to be such an ass?" You hissed to yourself under your breath, glaring daggers as you watched Wolfwood flirting away with yet another random person at the saloon.
You knew Wolfwood wasn't doing anything to be an ass, at least, not more than usual - so why were you so upset?
"Jeez, (Y/N), if looks could kill, even Wolfwood would never be able to recover from the one you've been giving him for the past fifteen minutes," Meryl chuckled, causing heat to rise to your face and you to look away from where Wolfwood stood.
"No, it wouldn't," you ground out unconvincingly, to which Meryl just snorted in reply.
Within moments, you found yourself looking back at Wolfwood, feeling your heart sink just a bit lower and crack just a bit more as he let out a laugh at whatever the person he'd been flirting with had said.
"Why don't you just tell him how you feel?" Meryl suggested after watching you carefully for a few moments - she wasn't blind. She could see the heartbreak happening in your eyes.
To that, you simply laughed emptily, "And be heartbroken for sure when he rejects me with that stupid smirk on his face? Yeah, no. No, thanks, Meryl."
"Why do you think he'd reject you?" Meryl pressed, trying to find a way to make you realize that Wolfwood liked you much more than you thought he did.
You scoffed, "Look at him, Meryl! He's happily flirting away with everything that breathes directly in front of me. He knows I can see him, so he's doing it knowingly. That feels like enough to make me think he doesn't see me the way I see him."
You shoved yourself away from the table, a loud scraping sound ringing out as you stood up, your face becoming steely - a mask to hide the pain you were feeling.
"Sorry, Meryl, I'm gonna go to bed. I'll see you in the morning," You muttered over your shoulder before leaving the saloon altogether, not bothering to glance back at Wolfwood as you left. You figured the best thing you could do right now was go back to your hotel room, bury your face into your pillow, and scream until your throat was raw and your emotions could be contained again. Then, you could go back to your usual self.
However, what you hadn't noticed was a set of dark eyes watching you as you stood up and left the saloon. Wolfwood found himself frowning as you left - the expression on your face was one of discontent and hurt. While you wore a mask to hide your true feelings, you weren't that good. At least, not good enough to fool Wolfwood.
"What's up? You look kinda grumpy. That doesn't suit somebody as handsome as you!"
The person Wolfwood had been entertaining piped up, but Wolfwood's interest in them faded in the split second it took for you to leave the room.
"Yeah, yeah, thanks, it's been nice chattin' with ya," Wolfwood brushed the person off, turning on his heel and heading over to where Meryl was still sitting, leaving the person he had been talking to spluttering in confusion and outrage.
"What's up with (Y/N)?" Wolfwood asked, taking a seat next to Meryl, who just glared at him almost as hard as you had been glaring at him earlier, "Woah, what's with the look, little lady?"
"You're the biggest idiot I've ever met in my life," Meryl snapped at him, "Seriously, how can somebody like you be so blind?"
"Blind? Blind to what? And you're being real harsh there, little lady, take a breather before you keel over," Wolfwood replied, his tone cool and collected but hiding his genuine confusion at to what Meryl was referring to.
Meryl just stood up, continuing to glare at him as she just retorted, "(Y/N). You just love torturing them, huh? Making them watch you flirt with others when they've been waiting for you to turn around all this time. Does that make you happy, you psychopath?"
After a couple seconds, Meryl's eyes went wide, "Oh, crap. I wasn't supposed to say that." She frantically turned towards Wolfwood, "You didn't hear any of that, understood?!"
With that, Meryl turned and just about sprinted out of the saloon, leaving Wolfwood to his thoughts and to decipher what she had just let slip about you.
Wolfwood just sat there, staring down at his drink blankly as he tried to process what had just happened. Torturing you? Why would him flirting with other people torture you? Unless-?
Wolfwood's eyes suddenly went wide. There was no way - were you... into him? But how could that be?
You were such a confident individual, always sassing Wolfwood every time he called you "sweetheart" or "angel" or made remarks about you or Meryl or Vash. You had no issues butting heads with Wolfwood and standing up to his teasing and his banter, which was one of the reasons he liked you so much.
He found you breathtaking - you were somebody Wolfwood always wanted to protect, but he respected you and truly liked you for who you were, sass and all. However, your confidence and sass and the way you didn't even flinch whenever he flirted with you, even jokingly, made Wolfwood believe you didn't like him the same way he liked you. Unless...
"I really have been blind," Wolfwood muttered, before sighing and rubbing his face with his hand. Steeling himself, he chugged the last of his drink and stood up, his destination and goal clear in his mind - he was going to make his way straight to your room and he wasn't going to leave until he had spoken to you.
And Wolfwood did exactly that, walking all the way back to your hotel and knocking on your door with a closed fist. He could hear some quiet sniffling, and he felt his heart twist in his chest - were you crying? Because of him?
"Come on, sweetheart, don't leave me out here all night," Wolfwood called, trying to keep his tone teasing and light as he spoke through the door to you.
"Go away, Wolfwood."
Your voice was cold - surprisingly so. Wolfwood hadn't ever heard you sound like that in all the time he'd known you, even when you were mad. This was... something else.
He let out a slight sigh, letting his voice soften slightly, "Look, (Y/N), I know you're upset. I can hear it. I'm not leaving until you open this door, look me in the eye, and tell me to leave."
After a few moments, Wolfwood heard some shuffling behind the door, followed by the lock on your door opening and the doorknob turning as you opened the door.
Wolfwood felt his muscles twitch and he had to take a moment to stop himself from physically reacting to the sight of you - your eyes, oh, those beautiful eyes of yours were red and swollen. Tear tracks were evident on your cheeks and you were hiccupping softly as you looked up at him.
"Go away, Wolfwood. I don't... I don't want you here."
Your voice was quieter, less hard than before. It almost felt... empty. Wolfwood wasn't used to feeling his heart practically breaking in his chest - this expression on you, this empty quality to your voice, all of it was wrong.
"Is that the truth? If it's true, then send me away. Say it once again, and I'll leave."
Wolfwood's voice was equally quiet, surprisingly so, and serious. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him any longer, and you could feel your body beginning to shake.
'Don't cry. Don't you dare cry, (Y/N). Not in front of him,' You thought to yourself, refusing to look up at Wolfwood because you knew that if you did, you would begin to sob all over again.
You just heard a soft sigh come from Wolfwood, before a strong arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you so that you followed and found yourself back inside your room, door shut behind you and Wolfwood standing before you.
To your surprise, Wolfwood didn't speak a word for a surprisingly long time.
'I bet it's killing him,' You thought to yourself somewhat snidely.
However, after a few more moments of silence, Wolfwood did something that surprised you beyond reason - he stepped forward and slowly, but surely, wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug.
Your eyes went wide as you felt Wolfwood embrace you - was this really happening?
"Oh, God, are you dying, Wolfwood?" You whispered hoarsely, trying not to make it evident that you were enjoying his embrace.
"Oh, shut it, sweetheart, I'm trying to be comforting and crap," Wolfwood snapped back, but you could tell from his tone that there was no heat behind it.
You let out a small laugh before allowing yourself to return his surprising embrace, "You're succeeding."
You could feel Wolfwood chuckle at your comment, his arms tightening around you a bit more as he became more comfortable with the idea of holding you.
"So, sweetheart, what's got you all riled up like this, huh?"
Wolfwood's tone was softer than you'd heard it - it was gentle and quiet, as if he were carefully treading around the topic and trying to initiate a dialogue with you, giving you a chance to open up to him if you felt comfortable to do so.
You took a deep, shaky breath, unsure if you were going to be able to bring up the truth of what upset you so badly to the man who had caused the upset.
"It was me. Wasn't it, (Y/N)? I got you this upset."
Wolfwood said it so suddenly and so seriously that you jerked backwards as if you had just experienced an electric shock, your eyes wide as you looked up at him.
A small chuckle escaped Wolfwood's lips, "I saw the way you were glaring at me all evening, sweetheart. You're not subtle. I also saw you leave after you spoke to Meryl, and you didn't look back at me as you left. I'm the reason you're upset."
His astute observations left you speechless. And so, you simply looked down, unable to look him in the eyes. How were you going to tell him the truth?
However, before you could even begin to start to put together an explanation, Wolfwood just continued, "You know, sweetheart, for what it's worth, I've still been a pretty blind idiot myself."
That caused you to look back up at him, your eyebrows furrowing, "What do you mean, Wolfwood?"
His signature smirk appeared on his face as he leaned down slightly, bringing his hand under your chin to tilt your face up so that your faces were now mere centimeters apart. You could feel the heat rising to your face as your eyes flitted down to his lips and then back up to his eyes. Another soft chuckle escaped his throat as he leaned down even closer until his lips were just barely brushing against yours, your heart thundering in your chest.
"You're mine, (Y/N). You're mine, and only mine. Got that, sweetheart?"
Before you could even answer, Wolfwood shifted slightly and closed the remaining distance between the two of you, his lips pressing up against yours fully in a passionate, heated kiss.
You found yourself reaching up to bury your hands in his dark hair, tugging him slightly so that you could kiss him deeper. After a few moments, Wolfwood strayed, his lips ghosting over your skin and leaving marks all the way across your jaw and down your neck, a soft moan escaping your lips with every mark Wolfwood left.
Once the two of you broke apart, each of you panting gently, you had a dazed look on your face and half a dozen dark, reddish-purple marks down the side of your neck, and Wolfwood's hair was now beautifully tussled, his lips slightly kiss-swollen - he looked more handsome than you'd ever seen him before. Could this really be happening?
With a growl, Wolfwood just pulled you closer to him, his lips already returning to yours with a hunger.
"Mine."
It was going to be one hell of a night.
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Alastor meets Susan
(Snippet from fan fiction Dirty Dealings)
“WHERE’S ROSIE!?” A loud, grating voice cawed from nearby.
Alastor and the ladies all looked to see an ancient, cannibalistic woman shuffling right for them.
“Oh, dear…” Rosie sighed quietly before standing to meet the woman.
“Susan, dear. It’s good to see you.” Rosie greeted her warmly. “I hope you are having a lovely afternoon. Would you like to join us?”
“A lovely afternoon, my foot.” Susan said sharply. “Do you know that slut Linda went and got herself eviscerated by the hell hound that guards the butcher shop on 17th? What a dumb cunt.”
Alastor and the two ladies still seated at the table starred at the elderly woman, not saying anything.
Rosie touched Susan’s shoulder. “Now, Susan. I’m sure Linda did nothing to warrant the attack. Hell hounds are unpredictable at the best of times and that particular one is…well…I don’t think that necessarily makes Linda a…um…slut?”
“No.” Susan took a deep drag from the cigarette she was holding. “She was definitely a skank.” She finished, puffing out a large cloud of smoke.
Rosie blinked at her, unsure of what to say next when she remembered her friends.
“Susan, I would very much like to introduce you a good friend of mine!” She changed the subject and brought the old lady toward the table with her.
Alastor quickly got up from his chair, to greet the woman with his best smile. Any friend of Rosie’s deserved his utmost manners.
“Susan, you know all about the radio demon…” Rosie started.
“Ugh!” Susan groaned disgustedly. “Don’t get me started with that load of hog-wash….what a sorry excuse for a radio station, am I right? Maybe if it were just the screams but then we’ve got to listen to a wannabe Overlord and his fake, noisy, crackling static-filled voice. And, how unoriginal!? Is that mediocre broadcast actually supposed to be scary!? I tell you, Rosie, Hell was better in the old days. I’d eat my own ears off if it meant not having to listen to that racket ever again.”
Everyone was deadly quiet.
Um…”Rosie began, rather awkwardly. “This is him, Susan.” She gestured weakly to Alastor.
“Alastor…meet Susan.” Rosie finished.
His smile stayed in place, but his body was straight as a rod as he assessed the infuriating old broad before him.
“….charmed.” His normally filtered voice had dropped it’s static; whether or not that was something intentional on his part, Rosie couldn’t guess.”
There was an awkward pause, in where nobody moved for several seconds.
Then, Susan took another long drag from her cigarette, slowly blowing the smoke out to the side of her mouth.
“Your broadcast sucks.” She told him sharply.
“OK!” Rosie said, quickly leading Susan away from the table. “Trudy? Jane? Would you both be dears and treat Susan to a lively round of Pinochle!? I’m sure you both could give her a real run for her money! What do you say!?”
The two ladies slid from their seats, and circumventing Alastor safely while remaining close enough not to appear rude, they took Susan with them as they departed.
Rosie sighed heavily as the women gathered up Susan and hurriedly left with her.
“I apologize,” Rosie started to say to Alastor. “Susan, can be-“
“BRING CECIL PALMER BACK!!!” Susan’s voice could be heard yelling away from them.
Rosie stood with Alastor, not saying anything anymore. He was perfectly, frighteningly still, a smile still plastered across his face.
One of his ears twitched slightly, then he asked her, “Is that one contracted?”
“I’m afraid so.” She told him.
“Well, that’s…disappointing.” He commented cooly.
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Its ok!! take as long as you want to read the manga, I really didn't want to spoil any of the content for you so I asked first.
Well if I can request for something (without spoilers I swear)
How would Vash treat someone who appears tough and stoic on the outside but inside is actually a crybaby who usually cries for his safety and worries too much for him? I'm a person without much strong feelings but he makes me cry every time he does something stupid or just bc I love him. Feel free to delete if it makes you uncomfortable, though!
Concept based loosely on the post of Vash "if a man was a rubber chicken" this one kind of veered off the original idea I had, ending up being a bunch of little drabbles in one sort of coherent story. Please enjoy!
I also wanted to post this as a declaration that I've finished the manga! (And let me tell you I am screaming, crying, and throwing up in love and excitement.) You had an ask pertaining to the manga, and I wanted to be able to notify you that I can take requests from the manga with integrity now! Two birds and all that~
Reading between the lines
Your grandmother had always told stories about items that her grandmother had when she lived on Earth. The one that always stuck in your mind was called "A Rubber Chicken." A flailing piece of rubber that made a loud screaming noise, apparently not sounding at all like a real chicken.
It was always something so bizarre about the planet your family, your species, came from. They hadn't found it necessary to make such an item on Gunsmoke, so you were left wondering what an item would be like.
That was, until you met Vash the Stampede. You were walking home from a day shift at work when you heard gunshots a few blocks down. Crouching by a barrel, a loud thumping was heard in the hardened sand of an alley. A gunshot almost made your ears ring, but it was drowned out by the noise of a screaming, spiraling, red coat that flew past you.
The man inside it almost seemed to slow down in mid air as you took in his features of spiked blond hair, and amazing blue eyes. His mouth hung open as the sound from his mouth seemed to be slowed. He flailed around the corner, only to be caught by one of the Sheriff's boys, and he scrambled off in the opposite direction. Once they all passed yelling something about their six billion double dollars, the street became quiet.
"…What just happened?" You couldn't tell if you had said those words out loud or not.
You stood once again, and made your way home. Flicking on the lights of your living room, you found the red coated man sitting on your couch.
"Thanks for leaving your key in an easy place!" He smiled, "say, you're that pretty lady from the alleyway! Sorry for scaring ya! You'll let me crash here until tonight, right?" He was giving you puppy dog eyes that made your heart swell. Did you really have a choice? This was Vash the Stampede. It almost seemed as if there'd be less of a chance that the town would crumble to dust if you just let him be.
"Sure, do whatever, I'm gonna be making dinner soon." You shrugged.
It was that next morning you were run out of town for your one time association with Vash. Luckily he hadn't made it far when he scooped You up on the Tomas he'd gotten, and began dragging you along on his journey.
You had obviously hated the fact that people were so unwilling to help Vash, that anyone who even associated with him was a target. But if there was anyone you'd be okay with being on the run with, you were happy it was Vash. Not that you needed to tell him that.
🙏
Despite your inability to show your true feelings, a problem you'd had since your neglectful childhood, Vash seemed to be a master at sussing out your real feelings. He was always able to react based on what you wanted your words to mean, instead of how they sounded to everyone else.
Stopping in a town, the two of you stopped at a restaurant.
"Hey, I'm short on cash until tomorrow, can you buy us dinner tonight, and I'll buy your drinks tomorrow night?" He pressed his hands together begging; his eyes sparkling as he peeked over little orange glasses. You couldn't deny the grumbling in your stomach, and you didn't want him to go hungry either.
"Go ahead and order whatever, don't you think for a minute that I'll forget those drinks you're offering in return." You grimaced and scratched the back of your neck, trying to hide you reaction to his cute face.
"Thanks! Well drink and have fun tomorrow night! The bar in this town has the best prices, and quality booze!" He laughed as the waitress returned to take your order.
🍗
During your travels, you got to know the red coated man in ways you didn't think most people ever did. He wasn't some scary blood thirsty typhoon that everyone presumed he was. You remember trying to swat down one of the buzzard-flies, only to have Vash grab your arm at an inhuman speed.
"Please don't kill it. It's just hungry, like we are." He slowly released your hand and broke off a piece of the cooked meat he had made. The fly buzzed off, content with its meal. The astonished gaze of his inhuman abilities stayed on your face, but your heart swelled at his kindness towards everything, and the fact he shared such a limited supply of food with such a small, seemingly insignificant creature.
👕
On a night you two had to share a room at an Inn, he finally showed you his scars. Your face couldn't emote the sheer curiosity, worry, and pity that stopped your heart, and strangled your throat.
"I don't like to show them. It's the kind of thing I don't like pretty women like you to see." He blushed as he dug into his bag to retrieve a shirt from his bag.
"Well. I don't think you'd be you without those lessons learned, and that would suck." You said harshly as you looked away to give him privacy, but the blush on your face told Vash all he needed to understand. You didn't see the reciprocal blush on his own face. As he slid the shirt onto his torso.
🍻
"Please, listen to me." Vash said, making you hunker down on The basement of a friend's house, "I need you to stay here. This is too dangerous this time. I'll come back for you, I promise." He explained as hastily as he could, curling a lock of hair behind your ear with the exposed finger of his right hand.
"Vash, let me help, I helped last time." You insisted.
"No. Not with my brother around. I… I can't let him get to you." His eyes conveyed such worry that you swore you could see tears pricking his eyes.
"Make sure you come back to me. You still owe me that drink." Your voice shook for the first time since you were a kid as you felt a tear slide down your face. Vash's face raised in astonishment as he'd never seen you cry before. His face softened to a smile, eyes twinkling with something you could only describe as… love.
"We'll have that drink when I come back." He pressed a kiss to your forehead, "I love you." He whispered as he brushed another stray tear from your face and he slipped up the stairs of the basement and out of the house, leaving you alone.
🤞
You laid in the bed of the Inn, tangled up with Vash, your head on his chest. There wasn't a tense muscle In your body.
"Comfortable, Mayfly?" He asked, his hand rubbing small patterns into your back.
"My arm is asleep." You complained, but nodded as you ignored it and cuddled into him.
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Revenge is a dish best served cold.
neytiri x fem!reader
WARNINGS: fingering, overstimulation, sucking v, Neytiri sucking you v and giving you the best oral of your life, Jake looking at it. AGED UP READER minors dnr.
NOTES: Jake cheated on Neytiri with you, so she takes revenge of him.
"I found the girl" Ronal told her, "Let me see, show me" Ronal pointed at you "Damn, she's really pretty, are you sure she likes women too?" "I'm sure Tiri, she went to school with Tsireya, I know her" Neytiri took a shot "It's my time to shine haha, wish me luck" Ronal laughed “Good luck girl”
You were at the bar with your friends, like every friday, and then you saw two women come in, you had never seen them around, for sure it was their first time there. “Hey, is that Tsireya’s mother? You know, that girl who went with us to school” Rotxo asks, you look at her “She looks like her, but I don’t think that’s her” You answer “I’ll go for a drink”.
You went to the bar counter “Heyy, how y’doing girl? Same as always?” Spider was the owner of the bar, and also, your friend, that was the real reason why you went every friday to the bar, Spider needs help sometimes “Hey Spie, yes please, ‘m good, how are u boy? Do you need some help?” You ask him “Nah, not today, i’ll call you if i need help, there’s your drink” He smiles. “I’ll pay your drink lady” One of the women you saw coming in suddenly appeared next to you “Oh thanks…” “Neytiri, that’s my name” “Neytiri” Spider winked you, “What’s your name by the way?” She asks “I’m Y/n” “Lovely name, tell me, what is doing such a beautiful girl in this bar?” You knew what was going on, but she was pretty so your not running out of the situation “Looking for pretty women like you”
“I think we both reached our goals” She laughed “I guess so” You ended your drink, and then you started talking with her about random stuff when Rotxo appears “Um, we leaving” He was a little ashamed “Okey, let me know when you reach home” He left. “Sorry for my friend, he’s kinda shy” “I noticed” The time pass and between kisses and some inappropriate touches she decided to take you to her house, you accepted.
“Welcome to my home girl” That house was so familiar? you had a little deja vú “It’s beautiful here” You said “Thanks, when were we?” She started to kiss you and she takes you to her bedroom, she started taking your clothes off while you take hers, she started touching your clit “So wet for me huh? I like that” and then started to kiss you entirely till she reach your crotch, you were growling and containing your moans “Oh no honey, dont contain for me, I want you to scream loud as you can” And that’s was the start of a serie of pleasure screams, she was sucking your pussy and fingering you as fast as she can.
Jake had just come home from work, since he had finished working at dawn, when he heard screams coming out of the room, and decided to go and see what was going on, the door was semi-closed, so he could see through the gap between the wall and the door, and he never thought that her wife was fucking the girl he fucked some weeks ago, and damn, he turned on so hard, his dick was notably growing up between his clothes, so he just take it off and started to touch himself while seeing you and his wife.
On the other hand, Neytiri made you cum for the first time, and started to massage your tits and waiting for you to breathe just to start again “Its my time, let me do it” you say “Oh no cutie, it’s all for you this time” And then she started to touch your pussy so fast and put her fingers inside you “You are so tight babe, love it” You screamed and she want fasterwith your clit “I’m gonna come”
i’m gonna come, shit i’ll have to go Jake said to himself, and then, he went to his car, it would be a weird situation otherwise.
“Then come, come all over my face and fingers” And you did it, it was like she was controlling your body. “I think this is it” Neytiri said, “Yes” You said, “I’ll better go home, I live near here” She looked at you, “Mmh, go if you want, take a shower first”
- The end
reqs open! thanks to @neytirishottie for the req <3
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CUDDLES
POST FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT, I DIDN’T COPY THIS FROM ANYONE BUT ME, I WAS TITTIESOFBINNIE
Pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader
Tags: fluff, cuddles
Author note: idk, I’m in the middle of nowhere, like there are more cows than humans, there is internet only outside of the house, since the house it’s really, really old, more than 100 years where I’m staying and it’s raining so it’s short because it’s cold outside!
I thought a LOT about posting this, I’m so insicure about my English, as I said it’s not my first language and I’m always scared to make mistakes or stuff like that, so if you find mistakes please let me know, I’ll be thankful and also my English will improve!
You’re gonna need later but nonna means grandma in Italian
“Jin don’t you dare falling asleep on that couch we need to unpack our suitcases”
You scream from the other room
“C’mon we can unpack them later, even the kids are on the couch, don’t put the blame on me, Chan sat here first”
“Chan sat there first because he’s old”
You says walking in the living room
“Hey, be respectful please I drove a van for 3 hours with 8 people inside of it”
He says almost falling asleep
“I told you ‘don’t worry chan, I’m gonna drive’ but you don’t trust me”
You says, sitting on the couch with hyunjin
“Of course I don’t trust you, you fell asleep on hyunjin five minutes after we left the dorm”
He says
“He was comfy okay?”
“Shhh, let me rest, just five minutes”
He says
“Okay, okay sorry”
You says, Raising your hands as a sign of surrender.
Next to you there is hyunjin in a big hoodie, which you occasionally wear when he forget it at your place, or you just steal it because you love the cologne that he wears.
“Jin, can you move a little, I want to lie down too”
“Mhhh, just lie on me”
He mumbles
“Are you sure?”
You asks
“Yes, I know what you’re thinking.
Yes, I’m going to be comfortable;
Yes, I’m going to be fine;
Yes, I will be able to breath;
No, you don’t weight to much;
I don’t care if you’re going to drool on me
Stop overthinking and come here”
He says
You can’t even reply something because he’s right, he answered all the questions and worries that you had in your mind.
You just lie down on him, trying to find a comfortable position, the silence in the room was LOUD the two of you were the only one awake of the house.
“You’re warm”
You says
“I know”
He whispers trying to not wake up everyone else in the room
“Look it’s raining outside”
You whisper
“Finally, it was too hot in town this days”
“Yeah, I love when we run away from the city, the smog and especially PEOPLE”
You laugh, he knows how much you hate the caos of the city, that’s why the two of you bought this house in the middle of nothing, you bring the kids with you because you want them to rest, and be humans for a week or so.
“I know baby, there are more cows than humans, and the youngest person in this place is the cute little old lady who always bring us tons of soup because she see us ‘too thin’ “
“It’s a Nonna thing, every Italian nonna says that to their nephews”
You says while listening to the rain and his heart(u) beat(u).
“I know, I love her. Sometimes when we leave this house, I wish I could take her, and put her in my suitcase, just to bring her in a different place”
He says, squeezing you with his arms
“That’s sweet, but creepy”
You laugh a little, you’re almost falling asleep
“I’m gonna say hi to her later, and I’m gonna cook something so she can eat with us tomorrow at lunch”
You says
“I love this idea”
“Baby”
“Mh?”
You mumble
“You’re going to be a great nonna one day”
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Creature Comforts - Chapter 5
Creature Comforts Masterlist
Complete Masterlist
Summary: Loki is enamored by you, and you can’t understand why. He tries to get your attention until a disastrous accident occurs pushing you to rely on him. Will his charm finally win you over? Or will you continue to stay in your comfort zone?
A/N: This will probably be the penultimate chapter. I think it will conclude in the next one.
Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character
Word Count: 2.7K
Warnings: Fluff. Flirtatious Loki. Angst.
Dividers by: @firefly-graphics
The following days left you free and unoccupied. Since you didn’t have any more physical therapy with Chris, you were able to soak up the morning rays in the living room with your Kindle and catch up on your book.
It also meant that you hadn’t trained with Loki either. You recall knocking on his door again the following day, but still no answer. You didn’t want to look desperate and ask Thor what was going on, so you just left them alone. When he’s ready, he’ll find you.
So you continued to train, by yourself. Walking from one wall of the vast gym to the other. Sometimes, you’d fall. But you’d always pick yourself up again.
It seemed like a different life since you were able to sit here and relax. You thought about the countless times, Loki came and ‘kept you company.’ You missed him. Guilt and worry wracked your conscience, hoping that everything was alright with him.
You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the cushion sinking next to you and a head falling on your lap. It was a ray of copper red hair instead of the dark onyx you were expecting. You looked down only to be disappointed at who you saw.
“Well hello to you too,” Wanda said noticing your grimace. You changed into a warm smile and apologized.
“I’m sorry, babes. I just thought you were someone else.”
“A certain mischievous prince, no doubt.” She stated. You simply smiled at her, avoiding her glare.
“Where are Billy and Tommy?” you asked.
“They’re with Vis in the lab. Playing with Tony and Morgan. It’s nice to get a change of scenery. Those two keep me so occupied with school and extracurriculars. I forget there’s a whole other world over here.” She sighed.
You looked down at her, involuntarily stroking her hair. Wanda glowed. She relished in the small-town life she and Vision had built for themselves. A sense of normalcy in the chaotic world.
“I’m glad you guys can come to visit for monthly dinners at least. I would miss you too much.” You smiled at her. Wanda smiled back, her green doe-eyes sparkling with joy.
“This is a nice spot.” She said commenting on your location on the couch.
A click of a door handle and footsteps down the hall, made the two of you look up. You saw Loki hand in hand with a beautiful stranger. Their laughter peeled through the hallways.
When they reached the elevator, Loki gave them a heated gaze before kissing them, then said goodbye. He watched as the doors of the lift closed, never taking his eyes off the elevator.
The world crashed around you. A loud humming rang through your ears, putting pressure on your brain. Your chest tightened and heaved only giving you short breaths, barely enough to stay alive.
Wanda sat up from her position and watched the whole thing unfold. She felt your change in demeanor. She looked back and forth between the two of you until Loki turned around and spotted both of you on the couch.
“Ladies.” He said with a smile and a slight bow. He continued to walk down the hallway towards his room. Ever the ray of sunshine, taking your sanity and composure along with him.
You haven’t seen him at all! And the first time you did in so many days he was in the arms of someone else!
You heard the click of his door shut and that’s when you screamed inside your head.
Wanda turned quickly towards you as if she heard the wailing inside your thoughts. A tear dropped from her eyes as she felt your pain and longing.
The mess, the inconsolable sob, that she could hear in your head was a contrast to the apathetic face that she stared at before her. Her grip tightened around your hand. Only then did you look into her eyes.
“It’s not like we were ever together.” You said with a smile. “I’m fine,” you said getting up from the couch. Wanda knew that you weren’t.
During dinner, you sat down in between Wanda and Thor. You were quiet and stoic. Only answering with a bob or shake of your head. You kept your eyes on your plate as the team talked around you about various life pursuits.
You heard the chair scrape on the other side of Thor as a whiff of Loki’s cologne traveled down your senses. Wanda squeezed your hand under the table, only realizing that she held your hand this entire time.
“So, Loki, who was your new friend earlier?” Wanda asked. You squeezed her hand back in warning. Some of the team looked up at the question. Their glares bounced between the two of you in confusion.
“They’re someone I met awhile back. We’ve been hanging out for some time.” Loki answered. A while? You felt an all-time low at having kept him from his life. Is that what he meant when he said he had something he didn’t know how to get out of? Was that something, you?
“Speaking of new people. Liesl, do you want to get a new physical therapist?” Tony asked you, sensing the awkward tone in the room. “Liesl? Hellooo Edelweiss, you there?” Wanda squeezed your hand again.
“Hmm?” You looked up at Tony, absent-minded.
“What was wrong with the last one?” Steve asked, passing the mashed potatoes to Clint.
“He was her ex,” Nat answered after seeing you retreat into your bubble. “And she fired him because he made her feel uncomfortable.” You looked down at your plate, digging a grave into the mashed potatoes that you wanted to crawl into. “Once a flirt, always a flirt,” Nat said, looking directly toward Loki.
“I didn’t know he was your ex? Reindeer games, did you know?” Tony asked. Loki just gave a curt nod. You could see the wheels turning in some of the member’s heads, no doubt imagining outlandish scenarios of what happened between the three of you to explain the awkwardness happening now.
“Excuse me. I’m a bit exhausted.” You said in a low voice. You pushed away from the table and stood up, warily. You willed your body not to collapse. You walked slowly towards the sink, deposited your full plate, and walked away towards the bedrooms.
“Do you need help, Edelweiss?” Tony asked.
“No. I – I just want to be left alone for a while.” You slowly made your way down the hall, ignoring the hushed tones and murmurs behind you.
Loki had not seen you in days. And it killed him. He stayed cooped up in his room, refusing to leave, refusing to answer the door. He was a mess. He left his heart open again only to be ripped out by your hands.
No. His hands. He did this to himself.
Tonight had been the final strike to that heartache. The poignant stares thrown his way from the team reminded him of his first days here at the tower. It was like they were all thinking of him as a villain again.
He marveled at your progress when he saw you stand up from the table. All on your own. And you walked! Fates bless her, she walked! By herself! And I wasn’t there to share in her triumph. What am I doing with my life?
“Natasha, what do you mean she fired him?” Loki asked. The table went silent, even though Loki had barely said it above a whisper.
Nat looked towards Wanda who must’ve given her a secret indicator to go on. Nat crossed her arms and leveled a stare at him. She knew what had happened earlier that day. Wanda came looking for her, after you had left the couch, to see if either one of them could help you out.
“Chris asked her out, on multiple occasions,” Natasha answered him.
“But wasn’t he under the impression that we were in a relationship?” Loki interrupted.
Tony pointed his fork towards Loki, “Now hold on ju…”
“Shh,” Sam said as he raised a hand to cover Tony’s mouth.
“Apparently, that didn’t matter to him. She said that he was just a big flirt and that he’ll never change. She couldn’t trust someone like that. So she waited till she can stand up on her own again to finally look him in the eye and fire him.” Natasha finished.
Comprehension dawned on everyone’s faces. But on Loki’s, there was something more. There was a realization, but also shock and fear. Familiar words rang in his head. The same words he overheard you say that day by the lift.
“So you guys were a thing?” Tony finally asked pulling away Sam’s hand.
“It was a sham relationship,” Loki answered, not looking at anyone. “For her, it was so that the therapist wouldn’t see her as some pathetic ex-paramour who needed his help. For me…for me - ” it was real.
As if to turn the knife that stabbed him in the heart, Natasha added, “She waited for you to join her at the gym. What happened, Loki?”
“Nothing. Nothing happened.” And it was the truth. He sat in his room for days contemplating what to do. He had only left this morning to go to the coffee shop where he met…Norns, I don’t even remember their name.
Wanda’s children and the little Stark girl ran in from the separate table across the hall. “Mom, mom, mom. Can we have ice cream now? We finished our dinner.” Loki took this as a cue to leave. He placed his full plate on the sink, next to yours, and went to his room to sulk.
Loki paced back and forth. He twirled his daggers in the air, lost in thought. What just happened? What did he do? What the fuck was he going to do? I shouldn’t have assumed anything. That’s what I get for eavesdropping.
He completely misheard your conversation with Natasha that day in front of the lift. You were speaking about your ex. Not about him.
But he’s so self-centered that he thought you were speaking about him. And he is so insecure that his mind couldn’t think of any other explanation. Why do I screw things up? Why do I destroy everything good that happens to me?! He pitched his dagger expertly at his wall, leaving a thin cavity amidst the many he’s already left tonight.
You waited for him! Gods, he could picture you, in your chair, sitting at the gym, waiting for him to come train with you and he never showed up. He could pull all his hair out right now, just from the thought that he abandoned you.
He heard you visit. He heard you knock a couple of times at his door trying to reach out. And he had ignored you like an arrogant bastard. Will you ignore him if he went to your door now?
He opened his door only to find Thor with his hand about to knock. Surprise coloring both their faces. “Brother. An emergency mission has come up.” Thor informed him. “It seems we have not collected all the super soldier serum from the last outing.”
“Will you need me?” Loki asked.
“No. It should be quick. Wanda and her family had left already to go back to Westview. Clint went back to be with his family. There will be no one here to be with Liesl.” Thor updated.
“I will watch her.”
“I know you will, Loki. And chin up. Misunderstandings have a way to straighten themselves out.” Thor patted him on his shoulder. Then quickly left to go to the hanger upstairs.
Loki looked defeated. There was no way he could ever clean this up. How could he explain to you what happened? How he felt. He had to try.
Loki followed Thor out into the common area. He was surprised to find you already sitting on the counter barstool. Thor went up to you and gave you a farewell bump on your fist as he quickly sauntered off into the lift.
Loki stood in the opening of the hallway, deciding whether to stay or go back to his room. All his bravado from earlier was gone as you sat there in front of him.
He cleared his throat so that you wouldn’t be surprised to see him. And he felt you stiffen and go still at the sound.
“Hello,” Loki said coming into your field of vision. Piss-pot of a greeting that was, he scolded himself. You smiled at him tentatively and tried to stand up. “Please, don’t leave on my account. I was just making myself tea. Would you like some?”
You shook your head looking back down at your plate. You had reheated leftovers, hungry from not having dinner earlier with the team. “Don’t trouble yourself. I wouldn’t want to burden you,” you said detachedly.
That knife in his heart twisted again. He knew how you felt about being a burden to others. “Listen, Liesl…”
“No!” you said forcefully. “Whatever reason you have Loki, they’re yours. You don’t need to explain anything to me.”
“But -” You started to stand up to walk away. You couldn’t handle talking with him anymore. The smell of his cologne, his bright eyes finally looking at you. Your chest tightened at the sight of him.
He had played you. You were just another notch on his belt. And when he finally realized that you couldn’t be what he needed, he went out and got someone else.
“Wait! Liesl, just wait…”
“No! Fuck you Loki!” Your sudden exclamation shocked him. “I trusted you! No, we were never together, but I thought - I thought we were at least honest with each other. So whatever you have to say, Loki, I don’t want to hear it, because I can’t trust a word you say anymore.”
That knife that was twisting his heart, was pulled out by your words. His heart along with it. You continued your exit. Willing your legs to hurry. But they were heavy and aching.
“Woman! Will you please just stop!” He yelled at you. “What do you want me to do? Get on my knees? Beg?” You ignored him and tried to hurry your painful getaway.
He caught up to you and stopped right in front of you, his hands held out. You looked him straight in the eye as he slowly lowered himself. One knee at a time. Blocking your path towards your escape.
Looking up to you, his eyes had burned and tears lined the corners. “I’m sorry.” He said with a low timbre.
His voice vibrates down to your bones. You looked into his eyes earnestly and you saw the truth behind his words. “I was hurt. I overheard your conversation with Natasha by the lift and assumed that you had been talking about me. I didn’t realize that you were speaking about your ex. I didn’t know that you had let him go. I was consumed by my pain that I shut myself in my room for the past couple of days. I only left just today and met the stranger from earlier.”
“So, you lied?” You said, trying to understand his reasons.
“I’m sorry.”
“Do you see, how this proves my point, Loki? I can’t trust you. What if we get into another argument? Are you just going to shack up with the next stranger you see? Just to get back at me every time?”
“No, darling, I would never -”
“You just did!”
“We never did anything. I led them out, gave them a platonic kiss on the cheek which they then turned and made more complicated.” You rolled your eyes at his excuse. “I realized my mistake. I’m here on my knees begging for your understanding.”
You were about to say something. But your face changed to that of surprise and pain. You arched your back yelling out a small cry of hurt.
A masked man stood behind you, pulling your hair back. Loki stood up instantly, registering the danger that you were in.
“Stop. Right. There. Prince of Asgard.” The masked man’s voice trembled. It sounded familiar but somehow off-key. No, it was too high-pitched. He was nervous. He had a dagger pointed to your back and your hair was being mercilessly pulled.
The masked man turned to you and whispered, “Hello, cupcake.”
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Forgiveness
Yandere Loak x Human Reader
This is a piece of the story of slow burn
You ignored his presence again. Loak sighed. You were so stubborn. Spoiled brat. Not even his younger sisters acted like this.
You were a young lady and should show courtesy if not manners. Some humanity at least.
Loak sacrificed a lot for you. He risked his life kidnapping you from Quaritch. He stopped playing with his friends and hanging with his family so he can use his spare time apart from training to take care of you.
He brought you food, medicine when you were on your period, pads, clothes, blankets etc.
He was getting exhausted. You would scream at him. Call him ugly names. Throw objects.
Loak would clench his fist and jaw in annoyance and say nothing as you throw a tantrum.
He sighed and rubbed his temples. This was not what he expected from you. When spying you from afar before kidnapping, you were polite and sweet with class.
Why rude to him?
He kidnapped you yes but respected you. He didn't rape or raised his hand on you. He was a gentleman.
Ungrateful Whore. He didn't say it out loud. He didn't want to hurt your feelings. But he couldn't help thinking it.
Loak was handsome. He knew. Six packs. He was working out to have an eight pack, biceps, with muscles on his legs too. The whole package. Not to mention he is a young adult with hairless smooth skin. The human men were ugly. Fat and hairy with ugly red spots full of bacteria.
That confused him.
Here he was now, back in square one.
"ugly Alien!"
Loak's eye twitched. "Please don't insult me. I always call you sweet names."
"That's what you are, Freak!"
That's it.
Loak stood up to his full length and looked over your trembling form.
He grabbed your shoulders firmly and it caused you to shut up in fear. "Now my dear." He hissed through clenched teeth. "You are making me lose my patience. Don't provoke me to hurt you."
You furrowed your eyebrows. "You'll never hit me. You always bluff an-"
You felt a hard force on your cheekbone which caused you to fall flat on your ass.
You were shocked and felt pain.
Loak was silent and held a stoic expression. He was shocked he touched not only a woman but the woman he loves.
What has he done?
He wanted to lure you to his arms with his charms and masculine seductive traits. Now, he pushed you further away. He lowered his chances perhaps to non existent in earning your love.
Without a word, he left the hide out.
Back at home in the tree forest, Loak stared at his hand. The one he slapped you. Why do you always bring the worst in him? But you were begging for it. He will not act a gentleman if you will not act a lady.
His father Jake and Neteyam would fight enemy Navi Women from other clan if they attacked. But, you were not a solider but a scientist. Loak cradled his head in his hands. What will he do with you? He would ask his best friend and brother Neteyam for advice. But, that is not an option.
A small tear of frustration slid down his cheek. Love is so difficult. Why fall in love with a damn human enemy? If he loved another Navi it would be easier to mate. Why is he being punished like this?
He hated loving you
Taking a huge breath he came to a decision...
He will try again. He will never let you go or make a fool out of him.
You were a woman and he was a man. He will tame you and put you in your place. You were not happy at the base so it was a sign that you will be happy with him. You just don't know it
The next day, he visited your hideout and saw you curled in a fetal position on the hammock with your back to him.
Gulping with nervousness he approached you. "Beautiful, are you awake?"
You were too scared to ignore so you mumbled a yes
Loak touched your shoulder and made you turn over to him
He saw the bruise
Guilt flooded him. His poor baby.
He picked you up like a baby and sat down on the hammock holding you on his lap.
He rocked you back and forth and the two of you were quiet.
"I'm sorry for hurting you, lovely. But, I warned you. Don't disrespect me. That's all I ask."
Your eyes were diverted. Loak coaxed you to look at him. You did out of fear.
"I love you. I want to forgive and forget. I expect you to do the same."
You nodded in defeat.
"Good " Loak grabbed your chin and sealed the deal with a hard kiss.
He pulled apart for air
He studied your beautiful face and stroked your hair bangs. What a doll.
The rest of the day you let him feed you and comb your hair. You were surprised he asked you that bathe you. You thought he would do it anyway without your consent. You refused. He looked disappointed but said nothing.
He dressed you up in fresh clothes then left after you slept.
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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)
A/N: *Cradles Logan's Percy in my hands* I don't get you but I'd still kill for you -Danny
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IX: Sorry I Threatened to Kill You, It Will Happen Again
"What do you mean?" I stare at the goddess. "I've been obedient, I never complain—who cursed me?"
Aphrodite moves a strand of hair out of my face with a pitiful expression. "It's not something you caused, my dear."
"Am I an actual arae?" I ask in horror. "My father did this?"
"Oh no, it wasn't his intention to curse you when he named you Arae," Aphrodite makes a face. "He had the brain of a monkey, but oh, if there was ever a mortal with charmspeak, that was your father..."
"Lady Aphrodite," I frown. "Focus?"
She pushes the plate of cookies toward me. "You've seen Janus."
"Yeah, but he didn't talk to me this time. I thought he was taunting me," I state.
"I'm here to warn you," she continues. "In this lifetime, you are my daughter, so I can grant you an advantage. Take it as a birthday present."
I want the gods to think about what they consider a proper gift, 'cause telling a young girl that she's got a centuries-old curse on her ain't it.
"That's generous," I say.
"Your first time around," the goddess sinks into the beauty of whatever memory she's revisiting. "People traveled from afar just to catch a glimpse of you. You were perfect..." she wrinkles her nose. "And wasted. Given to an empty carcass of a man."
"Okay," I reply, not following. "And when did this happen, exactly?"
"Then he came," Aphrodite sighs, not listening to me. "Young and charming—I saw him for what he was: your match!"
I feel like she's about to drop a bomb on me. "Cute."
Her eyes focus on me again. "It wasn't cute. It was destiny. I had to give you to him, you see, your union would jumpstart my son's mission. The end of the golden age for Greek Heroes had come at last."
I've heard that sentence before. Not when talking about my love life, but during my lessons with Jason. "Mom," I start, voice shaky. "Are you talking about the Trojan War?"
Aphrodite looks at me."You understand, then?"
"That's crazy," I blurt out.
"Don't lie!" The goddess takes the plate of cookies away. "I've given you enough clues throughout the years for you to figure it out, and you were born my smartest child, Arae. If you ignore it, you'll never break the curse—"
"What curse?" I exclaim in frustration. "I haven't heard anything about a curse!"
"Oenone's curse," Aphrodite declares. "She put it in place when Paris left her."
Ara drops the hammer and holds her injured finger cussing under her breath. This is the third time that she's hurt herself by not paying attention to what her hands are doing, which is not ideal when you're repairing a ship.
She thinks of her conversation with Leo last night. Ara has to tell him about the curse, but it's the kind of stuff that no matter when or how you say it, is bound to make things worse, and the more she waits, the more it scares her. She doesn't want to lose Leo.
Annabeth hands her a pair of safety gloves. "Won't do much to stop you from cutting off a finger, but it can help with the scratches and stuff."
"Thanks," Ara shakes her hand to get rid of the ache and then puts on the gloves. "I can't focus today... I don't know if Lily talked to you before we sailed..."
"I heard the screams," the girl replies, though she keeps it vague. "Wanna talk about it?"
Ara looks at the boards in front of her, lining them in place. "I don't even know where to start..."
"What do you mean?"
She goes back to work while she explains. "At first, it was about Nico, and then... I said things I'd never intended to say out loud and then Lily snapped too. I know I've been... difficult—"
"That's a way to put it," Annabeth walks past her.
"I thought it was for the best if, you know, if we didn't talk about... Michael," she clears her throat. "I had to look after our camp, I could grieve later, after making sure we were all okay."
The older girl sighs. "You wanna know what I think?"
Ara stops a second time and looks at her friend. "Always."
Annabeth leans against the mast, kicking some pieces of splintered wood as she gathers her thoughts.
"After what happened to Michael, you kept Lily in place until you smothered her." The girl points at the dagger hanging from Ara's belt. "You care about what everyone thinks a little too much and you forget about your feelings. I think this is exactly what you two needed, she can process her grief like she wants to, and you do the same. Codependency between members of a good team is still toxic."
Ara rubs her nose with the back of her hand and leaves a smudge of dirt on it. "But when I leave her alone, all she does is get in her way."
Annabeth laughs. "Look who's talking!"
"That's not me!" She argues. "I've always gone after the things I want!"
"Have you considered that never stopping is just as bad as not moving?" The girl raises a brow. "Next time, Ara, try sitting down instead of... what was your last near-death experience?"
Ara pouts. "Are you implying I rather die than take a nap? Do you really think I'm that insane?"
"I grew up with you, I know you are. Which reminds me," Annabeth walks up to her and grabs her by the shoulders. "Talk to Percy. He's super bummed out. I don't know what happened but he hasn't seen you in months and now you don't wanna talk to him 'cause you're too busy coddling Leo."
"Percy has you to coddle him," Ara replies grumpily.
"But you're his sister," her friend insists. "Girlfriends and boyfriends are good, but you two need each other. I know it because I know you both." Something behind Ara catches Annabeth's eye. She squints. "Blackjack?"
"Wait—wait," I start pacing the room. "Leo and I... are Helen and Paris?"
The statement sounds like something I'd say on my deathbed if I were in a soap opera. But my mom shrugs like this isn't news to her.
"Your soul once inhabited Helen's body, which is not the same as being her. You're Arae Jackson, the current curse bearer."
"But I was Helen of Troy once," I repeat numbly. "And Leo was Paris the loser."
Aphrodite gasps. "He wasn't a loser! He was one of the best romantic leads of ancient times! And that boy you love is carrying his curse!"
I wave my hand around to dismiss that. "Fine. Let's say we are, because why the Tartarus not, right? I died and was born again—and what, I found Leo and then... and then..."
I stop. It's been so long since I had those dreams that I'd almost forgotten about them, but now they're back all at once.
"Agape," I whisper, my heart pounding as I speak. "All those people in my dreams... they were all Leo?"
"Oh, you have regressions?" Aphrodite beams. "How lovely!"
"That's what they are?" I frown.
"Well, when a soul has been around for too long, they develop a slight immunity to the Lethe's powers, it creates a crevice in the mind. Some humans get to dream about their past lives, or they spend their first years with those memories until they're old enough to become a new person."
"But I..." I sit down slowly. "In all those... I'm never really with... Leo."
It's weird to pinpoint all those faces to a single name.
The second realization hits me like a train: In some of my dreams, I've gotten this feeling, like a part of me knows I died too soon. My hands go up and over my mouth, but they can't stop me from talking.
"Oenone's curse... kills us?"
Aphrodite looks away. "At first, I loved it. A nymph's heart so broken that marked several lifetimes, how romantic! I thought it'd be one of those petty curses that lasted one lifetime, then the arai would let you go... but you came back and found each other. And it happened again, exactly like the first time."
"Why do you say it like it's a bad thing?" I hesitate. "Shouldn't you be glad that I'm still fighting against it?"
"Each time, you live blindly," she tells me. "There was a time when you could've chosen to stay dead and wander the Asphodels fields for eternity, but you came back, and the arai like to play with you."
"We keep making the same mistakes..." Suddenly I feel exhausted, like all the centuries my soul has lived through are finally weighing on me.
Aphrodite seems genuinely sad. "I think it's because you keep dying young. You never grew out of that youthful optimism, convinced that you'll break the curse on your next try." She leans and holds my hands tightly. "But I think this time you made the right choice when you came back, my dear."
"What? Why?" I'm unable to release my hands.
"The fates have granted you a chance," she cups my face. "They gave you a prophecy."
"My prophecy's about Oenone's curse?"
"I'm sure of it!" My surroundings start to get fuzzy, I'm starting to wake up. "You've failed too many times, Ara, don't do it again!"
When Piper arrives with Percy and Jason both unconscious, Ara heaves a sigh and carries them to the sick bay with Coach's help.
"At this rate, we're going to run out of ambrosia," he groans while helping Ara to patch up the boys. "How come I never get invited on these violent trips?"
"'Cause I don't have enough stuff to put your limbs back in place," Ara grumbles.
"Leo, are we ready to sail?" Piper asks.
"Yeah, but—"
"Set course for Atlanta. I'll explain later."
"But..." He sees the urgency in the girl's eyes and gives in. "Okay."
"What hit him?" Annabeth examines Percy's injury and winces.
"Blackjack."
"What?"
"They got possessed, just like Leo," Piper explains. "Fought each other and would've probably died in the process if Blackjack hadn't shown up."
By the time she finishes the story, Jason and Percy are awake but still out of it. They don't remember much, and they can't get up either.
"Knocked out twice in two days. Some demigod." Jason makes a face when he looks at Percy. "Sorry, man. I didn't mean to blast you."
Percy's body isn't as hurt as Ara's when she got hit by lightning, probably because he's more resilient. "Not the first time. Your big sister got me good once at camp."
Ara smiles while she puts away the unused bandages. "Same year I met Apollo."
"And Nico," Percy reminds her.
"Couldn't be a perfect year."
"Yeah, but..." Jason shifts awkwardly. "I could have killed you."
"Or I could have killed you," Percy replies.
"If there'd been an ocean in Kansas, maybe."
"I don't need an ocean—"
"Boys, I'm sure you both would've been wonderful at killing each other. But right now, you need some rest," Annabeth says.
"Food first," Percy sighs. "Please? And we really need to talk. Bacchus said some things that don't—"
"Bacchus?" Annabeth interrupts him. "Okay, fine. We need to talk. Mess hall. Ten minutes. I'll tell the others. And please, Percy... change your clothes. You smell like you've been run over by an electric horse."
Ara moves to the side so Annabeth can leave. Piper stays for a few more minutes and then takes Jason away to get him changed. Percy and Ara are left alone.
"You're lucky Blackjack didn't kick right through your hollow skull," she taunts him. "Mom would've killed me if all I'd brought back was a jigsaw of her son."
"Yeah, not ideal..." he rubs the back of his neck. "How is she? And Paul?"
"Worried, but when we located you, things got better. Not much, but they improved a bit. Dad decided to make repairs so Leo could visit more and—"
"Leo knows our parents?"
Ara leans against a cabinet and crosses her arms. "I told you, Percy, we've been dating for half a year. Everyone back home knows him."
He runs a hand through his hair, touches the bump at the back, and winces. "Crap. Does that mean you were thrown to the lake already?"
Ara wrinkles her nose. "Yeah, it was cold."
"Aw, man," he pouts and leans against the wall. "You hate the cold. Can't believe I missed it!"
"But you're back, and you'll be present at other stuff—and now that you've been possessed you'll cut Leo some slack, right?"
He sighs, pulling on the loose strands of his battered shirt. "Yeah, being possessed isn't fun."
She pats his knee with affection. "Let's get you changed."
He groans as he gets on his feet. "So how'd you two meet?"
"That's a fun story," she smiles. "I was looking for you with Annabeth, she'd had a dream the night before..."
As they make their way through the corridors, the stairs, and towards the cabins, Ara tells him about the first encounter she had with Leo, how bad it went, and then how it didn't matter because Leo still won her over.
Percy's sad that he couldn't witness the whole thing, and he'll have to ask Lily for details later. The girl's name causes Ara's gaze to shift for a brief second. Percy notices her expression and pauses. "What's wrong?"
"Lily and I fought," she confesses. "And now that Nico's been taken, if I don't get him on time... She might never speak to me again."
Percy squeezes her shoulder. "So that's what's been bothering you this whole time?"
"Not exactly..." Ara makes a face. "I'm sorry I was mean to you—"
"I wasn't any better..."
"You don't want me to get hurt," she says with understanding. "I get it, but my relationship with Leo is the one thing I can control, and I need to feel in control. When you questioned it, I got angry."
"Well, it happens to all of us," he pats her head. "No need to ruffle your feathers over it, Birdy. We'll rescue Nico."
Ara scowls. "Again."
"Again," Percy chuckles and guides her out of the room. "Hasn't been that many times though..."
"Speak for yourself," she scoffs.
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Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson
Rating: NSFW 18+
Summary: Revelations and deep conversations a plenty....buckle up its about to get heavy.
Word Count: 5,958
Warnings: Alcohol consumption.
Commentary: Fun fact less than 18 hours ago this had no title and hadn't been proofread despite having been finished for almost a week....and yet chapter 5 is already done ready for next week! Thank you to @slipperygiraff for being amazing <3
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"So of all the tattoo studios in Indy, Harrington happens to walk into yours at the one point you're there on your own?" Gareth asks standing in front of the open window, taking a cigarette from Eddie.
"Yeah, just strolls right in. Luckily I had no appointments booked after so I could close up straight after I'd finished his ink." Eddie replied, smoking his own cigarette standing by the window next to Gareth.
"And how was seeing him again? Can't have been easy, surely?" The younger guy asked cautiously.
"It was weird man, he looks totally different, all punked out. He looks so good Gare, his hair is pink! Sides of it shaved, ripped black jeans, piercings. He got a fricking tattoo of a bat with nails in it, so metal." Eddie sighed remembering how good Steve had looked casually lying there being tattooed.
"Calm down before you pop a boner in front of me, not done that since you we're like 13." Gareth laughed. "So did he ask why you left and did you tell him about J?" he asked softer.
"Yeah he asked, I explained. Told him I needed out. Yeah he knows about J, they brought us over a couple drinks just after he told me he isn't straight"
"I'm sorry what?!" Gareth coughed a lung full of smoke out in surprise. "Steve Harrington, THE Steve Harrington, ladies man Steve Harrington, King Steve. is gay?"
"He never out right said gay, just said he was far from straight is all." Eddie shrugged.
"Man what are you going to do?" Gareth asked after a few minutes of silence.
"No idea" Eddie whispered as he dragged a hand down his face and stumped his cigarette out.
There was a banging on Steve's door, just having made it downstairs when the banging began. He walked over and opened the door to find Robin, still in her PJs, who pushed past him as soon as the door was open enough.
"You gonna tell me what was soooo important you couldn't tell me over the phone?" Robin demanded as she started looking through his fridge.
"I got us food already. Let's take it to the coffee table and I promise to tell you everything." He said as he started handing her some of the junk food he had picked up on his way home the night before.
Once all the food was laid out, they sat on the couch, legs crossed, facing each other.
"Well go on then!" Robin demanded, mouth full of cheese puffs.
"Well when I was walking to the show the other night I passed a tattoo shop so I went in late the next afternoon and you'll never…" he was interrupted by Robin grabbing his left hand, pulling it close to inspect his tattoo.
"You got a tattoo!" She screamed so loud he was sure the neighbors could have heard her. "Wait, is that a robin on your bat? It's even got a little Scoops hat! Aw, Steve!" Robin beamed, pulling him in close for a hug and probably getting cheese dust all over the back of his shirt.
"You'll never guess who it was that did it."
"It's too early for this and you didn't even make us coffee. You know I came over as soon as I woke up. Please don't actually make me guess." She sighed, shoving another cheese puff in her mouth.
"It was Eddie." He watched as Robin's face slowly turned to shock and her mouth fell open, half chewed cheese puff visible. "Robs, gross. Come on. I get it but I don't really wanna see that ok?" He commented, reaching out a hand to her jaw and pushing it closed.
"You're fucking joking right now! Holy shit! Ok and? Did you tell him how you feel? Is that why you got home so late?" Steve was very thankful that she had at least finished her food before speaking this time.
"No Robin I didn't. I just couldn't. He did offer to explain over drinks. As much as him leaving hurt, I can't say I blame him. He wouldn't have had much of a life here besides us."
"That may be true but he still could have said something or left a note. Anything."
"I know. He apologized though. It sucks but I can forgive him."
"And you didn't tell him how you feel about him, why?"
"Because he's got someone now." He confessed, looking away from her to grab his bag of twizzlers.
"I'm sorry." Robin whispered, putting her hand on his and giving a comforting squeeze.
"It's alright. I shouldn't have waited to try and talk to him but he seems happy so that's good enough for me. I did get to meet them while we were at the bar. They were really nice. That's what he deserves, someone that treats him right."
"They?" Robin asked.
"Yes!" Steve could feel himself perking up a bit with the conversation heading in that direction. "I didn't know that was a possibility. Apparently people use they them as gender neutral pronouns. J was also telling me about how they're genderqueer, said sometimes they feel like a woman, sometimes a man, and sometimes neither. I didn't even know that was a possibility, Robin!"
"Hmm, no, I didn't either." She mumbled around the cookie she'd grabbed, giving him a look that told him she was reading beyond what he was saying. Robin was good at that, knowing things that were in the back of his mind before he even acknowledged them. She just continued eating the cookies, choosing to let him get there on his own this time.
Steve was not having an easy time processing everything that happened. Seeing Eddie again had just set him back. He'd started getting to a better place,really, but well now it was right back to square one. As if that wasn't enough, he had to go and find out about people being genderqueer, which was currently making him question so much about himself. Could life just go easy on him for once? One crisis at a time would be nice but of course that could never be his luck.
Talking to Robin helped a little but there was only so much she could help. So Steve had decided to go for a little piercing therapy, getting the middle of his lip and nipples done. Robin had just rolled her eyes at him. She couldn't really be too mad at him, at least he'd taken her advice and gone to a professional instead of trying to do it himself again.
The new piercings had helped for a bit, Steve was at least able to push Eddie far enough back in his mind to at least focus on the other crisis at hand. Could genderqueer fit some of the things he'd been feeling? Could he be? So many thoughts about things he was starting to look back on and notice. He really needed to talk to someone about this. For once Robin wasn't the answer but he knew who was.
"Hello, J speaking, if you're trying to sell me something just hang up now" J answered the ringing phone with a sigh.
"Hey, it's Steve. I'm not bothering you at a bad time am I?"
"Hey you!! No not at all! I'm completely free. How can I help? Everything ok?" A cheery tone now in J's voice.
"Alright as it can be. I've been thinking a lot about the last time we talked. I know you said I could call but it's ok if you changed your mind or don't want to talk about it anymore." Steve couldn't help but be a little nervous. He'd really needed someone to talk to and sure J had said he could call but that didn't mean he didn't feel like he was bothering them.
"Oh love, not at all. How is it I can help?" J asked, getting comfortable on the couch.
"I was wondering if you'd be willing to tell me how you figured it out? What helped you?" What if he was asking questions that were too personal? He'd only just met J and they hadn't talked much.
"How I figured out I was genderqueer you mean? Well I never thought I fitted the standard mold of a female, even from a young age. Dolls and barbies were never my thing all the time, but sometimes they really were. Sometimes pretty flowing dresses felt right and other times I'd rather have clawed my own skin off than wear one. But I also never really fit the mold of male either. Some days jeans and a t-shirt were what felt right and doing 'boy things' was amazing and other days that didn't feel right either. I spoke to an older friend a few years ago about it, tried one of their binders on and sat and cried in the mirror. Everything started to fit into place at that point." It took Steve a minute to process all J had said, thinking about how some of that fit his own feelings.
"That uh… that makes a lot of sense actually. I just have been going through a lot lately and never knew to think about it that way. Guess I've just been really thinking about if maybe that could fit me too. I was so different in high school and I've been trying to work on myself, just be a better person and find myself outside of trying to make others like me. Getting there little by little, more so these last couple of months. It seems the more I work on the more things I find hidden underneath. Trying to find my own style, without my parents' input, did make a big difference but something still feels missing.”
“My best friend Robin has been helping a bit. Helping me accept that there are days that I just want to feel pretty. I didn't really know what to do with that or what to think about it until I met you. Looking back on my life and after what you've said I've noticed some things. Made me think about how easily I fit in with a group of girl friends, and liked it. How easily I also got on with a group of guy friends and how sometimes one would feel more right than the other. I remembered being confused as to why toys were gendered, I just wanted to play with them all.”
“I've noticed how on days that I just want to feel pretty, being referred to as a man just doesn't feel right. It felt so good when Robin helped me with my hair and told me how pretty I looked. I guess it's just that days where I'm ok with being referred to as a man make me doubt those other days where I'm not. It's been a lot to try and process and shit, it's confusing." Steve took a deep breath and wiped away the tears that had started to fall down his cheeks. Robin must be rubbing off on him for him to ramble that much. How it was so easy to just open up like that to someone who was practically a stranger he wasn't sure but fuck if it didn't feel good to have someone to open up to.
"First of all I'm so proud of you for working on yourself, that shit takes guts. Secondly you absolutely do not need to figure it all out at once, fuck, if you ever get it all figured out give me the key! I'm still trying to figure it out years later. I can talk to you about this all day everyday, I could introduce you to a load of people that are also genderqueer or just don't care what section of the shop they buy their clothes from, but it's different for everyone. I remember convincing myself I was lying the first day I wanted to wear a dress once I'd become comfortable enough to be who you see now. I woke up that morning and wanted to wear a dress and wear makeup and heels but I'd spent so many days previously feeling more masc or neither that I felt so ashamed of myself for wanting to wear a dress, I phoned a good friend and they reminded me that more fem days we're just part of the spectrum of my gender. That I wasn't lying to myself or anyone."
"That's really helpful. I'll have to try to remember that. I'm sure if I explained it all to Robin she'd gladly give me a good slap to set me straight when needed. I think maybe that might fit me, genderqueer. I'm just not sure how I can, I guess kinda test that theory."
"If you think Robin can help then it might be worth looping them in. As for testing things, does Robin maybe have something you could borrow when you feel like, as you describe it, want to feel pretty? See how it feels when you wear something pretty and feminine when you feel like doing so? Maybe try a little bit of makeup on one of those days as well, some lipgloss and some mascara if you don't want to go all the way at first. Something else you can do to test it, is to ask those you're ok with knowing to refer to you as they or them all the time. Or trying asking to be referred to by whichever pronoun fits your day and see if that feels better or worse than they them. I personally change based on the day so she her on a fem day, he him on a masc day and they them on a neither day, but I have a friend that always uses they them. Do what you're comfortable with and tell who you want to tell and what you want them to know."
"I'll give that a shot. Thank you so much. You have no idea how helpful this has already been. So many thoughts and feelings I didn't know what to do with but now I do. I appreciate this!"
"No need to thank me, I'm here for as many of these chats as is needed, or just any chat if that's what you'd like. You're also always welcome in Indy at the bar or at any of the clubs we go to. That reminds me! We're off to a gig in a few weeks! You and Robin should come, you'll love it. I can't remember the details off hand but I'll make sure you get them really soon!" J rushed excitedly.
"I'd love to! I'll have to ask Robin later but I'm sure I can convince her. Just give me a call with the details when you've got them. I'm sure we'll be able to make it work. Oh shit, speaking of work I have a shift to go get ready for. Thanks again, really."
"Yeah same here. Have a good shift love, speak soon." J says cheerily hanging up the phone.
A hand was waving in front of his, no their face. A voice was coming from nearby too but they couldn't quite make out what it was saying. Steve shook their head to try and bring themselves out of it. They hadn't realized how long he'd been, shit no, they'd been zoning out again.
"Earth to Steve! Hello! Stevie!" Robin was slowly raising her voice with every word. They were supposed to be putting returns away but had apparently frozen in place, tape raised half way to where it belonged.
"Fuck. Sorry Robs. I just have a lot on my mind lately. Did you need something?" They asked, giving Robin an apologetic smile.
"No, you just froze. You can't do that man!" Steve must have made a face with the way Robin was looking at them, eyebrows raised in confusion. They weren't very good at hiding their emotions from their face.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
"Alright then, spill it. What's going on in that head of yours? Is it Eddie again?"
"No, not at all actually. Look, we're supposed to lock the doors in ten minutes. What Keith doesn't know won't hurt him. You go ahead and lock up while I put the last of these returns away and then I promise to tell you all about it."
"Fine. You better be quick with those then!" Robin yelled over her shoulder as she made her way towards the door.
"Remember me telling you about J?" Steve asked, pushing the return cart back to the counter so they wouldn't have to look at her. This wasn't going to be as easy as the conversation with J had been. Explaining something like this to someone who didn't already have some knowledge when they were just figuring it out themselves was going to be difficult.
"Do we need to sit down? Steal some of the candy from the counter? It seems like we should get comfortable for this. But yes, I remember you telling me about them." She replied as she hopped up to sit on the counter, Steve doing the same and grabbing a bag of M&Ms for each of them.
"Well I had a long chat with them on the phone a couple of days ago."
"Steve, why are you calling your crush's current partner? I know you said they seemed nice and all but doesn't that feel a little weird for you?"
"I know how it sounds but it's got nothing to do with Eddie. I've never met anyone like them before so I didn't really have anyone else that I could have called. Remember me telling you about them being genderqueer?" They asked, not looking at Robin again. They couldn't look at her. Didn't want her to read them before they said anything like she always did.
"I remember. Hey Stevie, look at me." Robin said softly while placing a hand on Steve's shoulder, waiting for them to look before she continued. "Whatever it is you can tell me. I can tell this is difficult for you but I promise that whatever it is I'm still going to be here for you. You can't get rid of me that easy."
"Well what if I told you that I think I might be like that too? Since I met them I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. Wondering if maybe I was like them. I've dug out some things I shoved to the back of my mind and looking at it that way, well it's all starting to make sense." He, fuck not again. This was going to take some getting used to but they had to admit that they were liking the sound of it. They were struggling to still look at Robin. Crying on the phone, even a little, with J had been enough. They were going to try not to cry again now but that wouldn’t be so easy while looking at Robin.
“Steve, of course that’s not even a problem.” Robin reassured as she pulled them into a crushing hug.
“Really?” Steve asked, already sniffling. Their goal of not crying already long gone. After a reassuring squeeze from Robin, they did their best to give her a summarized version of the conversation they had with J. Robin occasionally interrupting to ask questions.
“I’m really just glad that you’ve found something that’s giving you a better understanding of yourself. You said J gave you some suggestions for things that might help. Is there anything I can do?” She asked. How had they gotten so lucky that this was their best friend? Steve hadn’t even needed to ask for her help, she was just offering it willingly. Deep down they knew that this is how Robin would react but there was still that doubt that had lingered, trying to convince them otherwise.
“Um, could you maybe try using they them pronouns for me? It might be helpful to hear someone else use them instead of just in my own head.”
“Are you just picking the easier option?” There Robin goes again, reading Steve so easily. She knew they would pick whatever felt like it’d be easier for others instead of what they really wanted. “If you’d prefer different ones depending on how you’re feeling all you have to do is ask. I don’t mind, even if I have to ask you every day.”
Now Steve was really crying hard, awful noises and all. “Are you sure? You don’t have to.”
“You quit that shit right now. I’ll do whatever you tell me you prefer. None of that people pleasing nonsense alright? This isn’t about others. This is about you. What makes you happy. What makes you comfortable.”
“I’d really like that Robs. Thank you.” They admitted, taking a tissue from the box on the counter and wiping their face. There was still so much more they wanted to do to help them know if it truly fit but this was the first and most difficult step. They knew that as long as they had Robin, the rest would be easy.
Robin had been an even bigger help than ever imagined. She had brought over a couple clothing pieces that felt a little more feminine than something Steve would normally wear, trying to ease into it. Just like she promised, she checked in first thing every time she saw Steve to see what pronouns to use for the day. There had been a few times she’d been over to their house, makeup bag in hand, convincing Steve to at least try a little eyeliner too.
Even though Steve hadn’t been brave enough to wear any of it out of the house, besides the earrings Robin had given them, they had to admit that it was all really helpful. It was making them more confident. They no longer thought they might be genderqueer, they knew it now. Robin using different pronouns for them had been the biggest help so far. She’d taken to calling them Stevie on days that they’d felt more feminine and alternating between Steve and Stevie and days where they’d just felt more like they were somewhere in between.
She had been sitting on the couch in a skirt and top that Robin had picked up from a thrift store for her, having been talked into eyeliner too, when there was an obnoxious knocking at her door. They had just been talking about Stevie coming out to the kids. After nervously staring at each other, Robin had gotten up to answer the door. Of course it had been none other than the kids, like somehow they knew they were being talked about.
Robin had been trying to convince them to just leave when Stevie decided to yell to just let them in. Might as well have gone for it then and get it over with. Robin threatened the group that if they had been anything but kind and accepting then they could forget all their rides to the arcade, access to Stevie’s pool, and reminding them that she knew where they all slept at night before letting them in.
There were lots of questions as anticipated but after it was all said and done, the kids had been accepting. Forgetting the reason they’d all shown up in the first place, they ended up watching movies and ordering pizza.
“Come on Robin let’s go!” Stevie yelled from the front of Family Video. Robin had gone in the back for something she had forgotten.
“I can’t find it!” Robin yelled back as she left the back room.
“Can’t find what?”
“My bag with my change of clothes!” She sighed, throwing her arms up in the air.
“Robin, it’s in my car. Remember when I picked you up earlier you decided to leave it in the car so you wouldn’t forget it since we plan on getting ready at Eddie’s instead of here?” Stevie sighed, palm smacking her forehead.
“That’s right! Now let’s go!” Robin grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the door and to the car.
"Robin play nice ok?" Stevie asked as they got out of the car.
"I'm not making any promises." She answered, shrugging her shoulders.
"Come on! Please can we just try and have a good time?"
"We'll have a good time but I can't promise the same for him."
"Ugh, don't make me regret this." She said as she knocked on the door.
"Hey!! Come in come in!" J said cheerily when they answered the door. "You must be Robin, Steve's told me so much about you"
"Hi, it's nice to meet you. Stevie here has told me a good bit about you too."
"Let's go and get ready! This way!" J exclaimed, walking away.
After following J into another room, they started getting ready. Robin convinced Stevie to let her do her eyeliner but of course she wasn't done there. With a mischievous look on her face, Robin handed her a leather jacket.
"Hey, erm, Stevie." J said, uncharacteristically timid, "I've got you a little present. It's just a little something that I really found helps me and I thought they might help you too." J opened the drawer they were standing next to and handed Stevie a little paper package. Hesitantly opening the package, she found three bracelets, pink, purple, and blue.
"I have similar ones, I use them to tell those who know what kind of day I'm having." J explained showing Stevie and Robin their wrist to show a pink band. "It's subtle enough that it's not obvious if people don't know but it saves everyone asking if you prefer gender specific pronouns depending on the day. I also keep them with me in case I need to change it"
"These are perfect! We've been trying to think of something for that but never thought of this. Thank you!" Stevie exclaimed, throwing herself at J for a teary eyed hug.
"Sorry I didn't get you anything Robin but I wasn't sure what would be appropriate" J smiled sheepishly.
"You've obviously been a big help Stevie in a way I never could be. That's more than enough."
"I was hardly going to let her struggle with this without some guidance, but thank you, means a lot coming from her platonic soulmate as you're called" J beamed at Robin.
Eddie opened his front door and was immediately met with the sound of laughter. He stood and listened for a few seconds before gently closing the door and slipping his jacket and shoes off. Rushing into his bedroom he grabbed everything he needed for a shower and to get ready.
He was sitting in the living room 30 minutes later waiting for everyone to be ready so they could go. The guest bedroom door opened and J stepped out wearing a pair of really short shorts, a mesh top over a small tight vest top.
"Holy shit baby, you look amazing. Get over here I've missed you" Eddie said, making grabby hands in J's direction. "So beautiful" he whispered before bending down and meeting her lips in a kiss.
"Munson" Robin said from behind J causing Eddie to look up and look in her direction.
Standing next to Robin was Steve. Wearing a see through black blouse, with nipple piercings on show, that was something that Eddie couldn't think about too hard right now. Steve also wore a pair of red tartan pants with combat boots underneath, and a leather jacket, no no scrap that he was wearing Eddie's leather jacket. Did Steve know it was Eddies? He had too, right? Steve had chosen to wear a jacket that belonged to Eddie.
Eddie cleared his throat and dragged his eyes away from Steve "Buckley, Harrington. Good to see you both." he said, looking at Robin who looked far too amused for Eddie's liking.
"Hey J, could I talk to you for a second?" Robin asks, nodding her head to the side to hint at a private conversation.
"Yeah cause you can! What's up?!" J asked, leaning in close to the other girl.
"I just wanted to thank you for helping Stevie. I wouldn't have been able to help her with this so I'm glad she had someone to go to."
"I remember how difficult it was at first to figure it all out. You've been amazing and supportive as well, she's lucky to have you too" J replied hugging Robin.
"I'm just so proud of her. Making little steps forward. Look at her! She even let me do her eyeliner and she's never let me do that before when we're going somewhere."
"Erm I'm sorry, 'she'?" Eddie asked, surprised.
"Um, yeah about." Stevie says, rubbing the back of her neck and looking down.
"Look it's cool if you don't want to say" Eddie smiles.
"No. It's fine. It's just not a lot of people know right now so it's a little difficult still."
"Take your time, tell me whatever you want and leave out the bits you don't." Eddie encouraged.
"Well, I do kind of have you to thank for it. I never would have met J otherwise and without meeting them and their willingness to help, I don't think I ever really would have figured it out"
"She is pretty amazing," Eddie says, pulling J against himself.
"Well I uh, shit. This is harder than I thought it'd be."
"It's ok, you've got this" J smiles at Stevie encouragingly.
"Thanks to some advice from J and help from Robin, I've figured out that…" Stevie hesitates, trying to gather some courage.
Eddie notices Stevie's bracelet. "Oohhh! I think I get it. Steve, are you trying to tell me that you're genderqueer?" Eddie asks.
"Yeah. I am." Stevie whispers, not yet willing to really look at Eddie.
"Okay. Thank you for telling me. Is it okay to ask about your pronouns?" the metalhead questions softly.
"Yeah of course. Going with the day seems to be best. Which is why…" Stevie says, wiggling her wrist with the pink bracelet on towards Eddie.
"That's a great idea! I'll try my best to keep an eye on the bracelet and go with that. Is it they/them on a neither day? Just want to check." Eddie asks.
"Thank you. Yeah it is." Stevie finally looks at Eddie with a smile.
"Shall we head out then ladies? I'm a lucky man tonight! 3 beautiful ladies on my arm. Let's go!" Eddie exclaims, grabbing J's hand and heading towards the door.
The bar was already crowded when Eddie, J, Stevie and Robin walked in. They made their way to the bar and picked up a round of drinks before heading to the dance floor to watch the warm up band. They spent hours dancing with each other, laughing, joking and really enjoying the live music, getting slightly more drunk as the night went on.
"You want a drink sweetheart?" Eddie shouted, as to be heard, in Stevie's ear, causing her to turn. They were face to face, nose to nose pretty much and suddenly there was no one around. The crowded, loud, club that was filled with people dancing and music blasting was suddenly empty if you asked Eddie. He couldn't handle it. The proximity was too close. His hand on Stevie's waist felt like it was burning. The air was suffocating. He needed to get away from there as quickly as he could. So he did what, if you ask Eddie, he does best, he ran. Left his glass on the bar and ran outside and round the corner.
"Hey baby, you ok? Heard you ran out of there quickly," came the voice of J beside him. "everything ok?" She sounded worried. She shouldn't be worried. How does he explain the crisis he's having right now over someone he may possibly be in love with when his partner is right there. Eddie couldn't stomach it any longer, he turned away from J and threw up. All over the disgusting alleyway they stood in and broke down in tears.
"I'm going to head back in really quickly and let Robin and Stevie know we're heading back. I'll leave my key with Stevie so they can let themselves in when they're done." J said as she ran soothing circles down his back.
20 minutes later Eddie was tucked up in bed with a glass of water on his bedside table, pain killers next to it and an old washing up bowl on the floor. Looking at these things made everything so much worse. He did not deserve the person currently getting ready for bed in his bathroom. He lay awake for hours, long after J had fallen asleep next to him, her soft breathing normally soothing him but doing anything but tonight. Long after Robin and Stevie returned home and made far too much noise getting ready for bed, giggling and shushing each other. Long after he sobered up and the headache had started, he didn't take the painkillers next to him, he deserved the pain. He had no idea what to do. J was amazing, they got on so well and whilst they currently weren't serious, Eddie had a feeling it could definitely head that way.
Finally just after 8am Eddie got out of bed and threw on his comfiest clothes heading to the kitchen and to make coffee.
He was 2 cups in when J joined him in the living room.
"Wanna talk about it?" J asked, sitting next to Eddie on the couch.
"I don't know what you mean, I just couldn't sleep. Maybe too much sugar in my mixers, I don't know, I'm ok, go back to bed. We'll all head out to breakfast when everyone is up again." He replied, trying his best to smile.
"Eddie, I'm not stupid, please don't treat me as such." came the reply.
"Sorry, you're right." He whispered, slipping his arm around J and pulling her into him, kissing her temple.
"Does your weird behaviour recently, and especially last night, have anything to do with that hunk of a brunette sleeping in the guest room?" J asked, slipping their arm around him and kissing his cheek.
"Yeah," Eddie confessed.
"Thank you for telling me. Steve is amazing. They'll be lucky to have you."
"What?!" Eddie questioned, shocked.
"Eddie, I've already reminded you once I'm not stupid. I've seen the way Stevie looks at you and I've seen the way you look at them. You were stripping them with your eyes last night when they stepped out of the guest room ready to go out. Stevie’s eyes followed you all around the gig last night, and they'll probably kill me if you say anything but I'm almost certain I saw them sniff your jacket when they put it on. You two have a connection. I don't know what happend before you left Hawkins but it connected you two." J replied, smiling up at Eddie.
"What are you saying?" Eddie asked. Both not wanting the answer but really wanting to know at the same time.
"I'm saying you need to go and get your person. Eddie, me and you were meant to be, but not meant to last. I will always cherish our time together and you're absolutely never getting rid of me but that shit" J said gesturing between Eddie and the guest room. "is true love."
"I love you J. So fucking much" Eddie replied wetly wiping his tears away.
"I know" J responded before the door down the hall opened and a very sleepy looking Robin emerged.
#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#steddie#steddie fic#steve x eddie#eddie x steve#robin buckley
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