#this is the most Monday-y monday to ever monday in the history of mondays
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─── 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄
+ sae x f!reader | wc 5.3k
notes: i’m in love with this man, and wrote this on a whim :’) hope y’all like it !! feedback & reblogs are greatly appreciated !! <3
summary: you’ve known sae since you were both sixteen. he’s always dreamed of going overseas and facing the world, will he ever be ready to come home?
𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍
sae can read almost everyone flawlessly, you included.
he’s not close to you, not at all. physically? yes, because you’re his seat partner. but in all other aspects? no, definitely not.
you’re scared of him, he can tell. whenever he moves, you get self-conscious, immediately pulling your own chair in, giving him way. then you check on him as he moves away, because you’re scared that somehow you’ve managed to offend him.
you never did. because to offend sae, you’d need to be someone who can even bother him in the first place.
sae doesn’t care about what you do though, he just happens to notice you. out of convenience, because he sees you every monday to friday and sits next to you for every class.
it’s the same routine thing every week—you sit next to each other, barely say a word all day and then before he knows it, it’s the end of school day.
it doesn’t even matter. you don’t matter.
nobody really does.
he peeks at you out of the corner of his eyes, your eyes peering down at your paper with the utmost concentration. he quickly looks away though, because the last thing he wants is to get caught and be labeled as a cheater on a history quiz. especially when he’s not cheating.
yeah, you really don’t matter.
𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍
soccer, soccer, soccer.
that’s all sae can think of nowadays. just do whatever he can to improve his skills, everything else is up for debate.
you’re still his seatmate, still ever so distant. he gives you credit though, for greeting him every morning now even though you look terrified and nervous all the time.
“good morning.”
today is no exception. sae’s eyes flick up to you and then back down to his desk, and that’s all of the acknowledgement you get, as usual. it’s nothing personal, he just doesn’t want to get into small talk at all.
but he’ll give you points for trying, even if he doesn’t exactly know what’s going through your head right now. somehow, he can’t read you as well anymore.
that’s how you usually are now, the newer version of you. a little more upbeat, a little friendlier, less awkward but still as shy as he first pegged you to be.
well, now you’re just slightly more amusing. somehow, sae starts to find himself wondering how you’d react to different situations.
it’s almost the middle of the school year and you’d kept up with your usual greetings everyday. sae keeps up with his usual stoic demeanour on his part.
until today.
“good morning!” you’re extra chirpy today, he notices.
sae blinks at you once, twice, and you’re still smiling at him, and he’d like to know whether you’re still that same nervous mess inside, so he opens his mouth this time.
“morning, y/n.”
simple, easy, basic courtesy.
but somehow you’re looking at him as though he’s a fucking freak.
to be fair, that’s exactly what he expected. but it’s now been a whole minute and you’re still staring dumbly at him.
“what?”
you shake your head, laughing sheepishly as you take your seat beside him, “nothing, it’s just… you never bothered talking to me before.”
sae shrugs, because it’s not like he bothers now, per se. he’s just—what’s the word—bored? “i can shut up too if you prefer that.”
“no!”
you look so embarrassed by your quick outburst that sae almost snickers. that’s the most reaction you’ve nearly managed to get out of him yet.
“i mean,” you stutter, looking for the right words to say, and maybe sae is getting a little bit of an ego boost right now because he can tell you’re flustered. “you’re pretty terrifying most of the time so…”
he knows what you mean, but he acts like he doesn’t. “oh, so you like terrifying? okay, i can do that.”
the way your face instantly switches to a straight expression is fucking amusing, and for a split second his guard falls and you get to hear him snicker.
luckily, the bell rings right after and mr hayato is never late. sae never got to hear what you thought of that.
every single day after that passes by a little bit easier, your non-friendship inching a little closer together, sae might even consider you an acquaintance now.
he converses with you a lot more fluidly (as much as he allows himself to—he doesn’t like you being too comfortable, likes to keep you on your toes), and he finds himself teaching you things he notices you’re absolutely horrible at.
like logarithms, because no matter how much you try to wrap your head around it, you refuse to ask anyone for help. you’re a little stubborn, but sae can live with that, just has to speak to you in a way that doesn’t seem like you look like you need help.
“no, you’re forgetting that the log of e is always one, there, see?” sae sighs as he explains, because you’re quite muddle-headed. “it’ll be much easier once you get all the definitions in your head.”
“were you born a genius or something?” you ask innocently upon catching his test scores. a 94 out of 100, compared to your 63.
that day, neither of you notice the fact that other people are beginning to notice your growing friendship.
sae starts tutoring you whenever he can, because apparently you’re hopeless without his help. (he says this to your face. he’s always straight with you.) and then he finds himself noticing you in ways he never did before.
how you look absolutely angelic when the sun hits your face. he notices the way you puff out your cheeks when you’re thinking hard. even the perfume that wafts through the air. you smell good.
this is ridiculous.
“hun, do you want any—”
fuck. sae’s head whips around to see an older woman at your door, almost a carbon copy of you, eyes wide as her gaze falls onto him.
no, he’s not particularly nervous or feels like he should be, but something tells you if your mother is anything like you, she’d misunderstand. this is just a lot more trouble than it’s worth. you’re a lot more trouble than it’s worth. what’s he even getting out of tutoring you?
“oh hi there! and who might you be?”
he can see stars in her eyes, all hopeful and excited as she shifts her gaze between you and sae and back to you again.
“mom! he’s no one—” ouch, he’s tutoring you and you introduce him as no one? “a friend and he’s tutoring me for some math stuff so could you…?”
it’s like the gears are turning in your mother’s head when she eyes sae knowingly. god, he has to do some damage control. don’t want either of you expecting anything much out of him.
“i’m itoshi sae,” he introduces himself, shaking her hand. “i just make time to tutor some of my classmates to earn extra credit.”
not even close to true, but neither of you need to know that. he’d much rather spend his free time getting in some training or going to the gym but he decided maybe he could spend a few hours out of today to help your dumbass with numbers.
he’s an expert at sidestepping small talk and in no time at all, your mother’s out of the room. you still seem embarrassed, he can feel the heat emanating from your cheeks.
“concentrate,” sae sighs, and he wonders why he’s even doing this for you. he’d rather go home right now, he thinks, maybe kick the ball around with rin, or just lie down in bed because waking up at 4am to train every morning is taking its toll.
you mumble a hushed apology and rub the sleepiness from your eyes. the both of you had been at this for a couple of hours now, maybe looking at numbers too much is making you tired too.
sae acknowledges you’re a fast learner though, if you have a proper teacher. he’s not surprised that ms kina’s teachings are lost on you—she’s not that good at explaining concepts. sae is, though. he usually doesn’t bother sharing but hey, maybe now is just a glitch in the matrix, maybe now he’s just trying to do good samaritan things and help you out so you don’t fail the damn midterm test.
“okay then, see you,” he says, picking up his bag and slinging it around his shoulders, only to have you grab his wrist. “what?”
you look a little bashful once you realise what you did, and then you let go of him immediately. you look like you really want to say something, but you don’t, you just shake your head.
don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it.
sae’s putting his bag back down before he knows it, and he groans internally. “say it.”
“if-if you don’t mind, maybe we could schedule a tutoring session every week?” you’re so, so timid and so, so soft.
he blinks once, twice, realising what you actually mean to say. you don’t want the tutoring session, apart from logarithms you’re fine with pure numbers, but you want time. with him.
it boosts his ego a little, if he’s being honest.
“i’m too busy with my soccer trainings,” he tells you, nonchalant until he sees how quick your expression falls and then he has to hate himself for continuing, “i have some time on friday evenings though.”
like a puppy, you’re instantly chirpy again, saying how maybe he could tutor you after he’s done with whatever stuff, and how you’d get a head start and grab some seats at a cafe or something.
you’re both seventeen when your weekly tutoring sessions start. it’s beyond himself why he agreed. all he knows is that he doesn’t particularly like being the reason your expression goes sad.
first week in, you’re still too nervous, too jumpy.
the second week, you’re a little too full of nonsense, daring to laugh at him, or with him, depending.
by the fifth week, your bare arm is already brushing his and you’re not even flinching.
you’re both seventeen when sae realises that maybe he cares for you. in the way lovers do. in the way he gets you to walk on the safer side of the sidewalk. in the way he sends you home every friday. in the way he actually responds to your goodnight texts and wakes up waiting for your good morning.
in the way he listens when you tell him that your mother is actually sick, that you want to take care of her. that your dream is simple—to find your passion one day, and to be able to earn enough to let your mother live peacefully, to help her fight whatever she has to because you don’t want her to be alone.
in the way, for the first time in his life, he reaches out to you, putting his hand on top of yours as he lets you cry on his shoulder.
your birthday falls on a friday this year, and he tells you not to bring your books that day in class. you look at him with pure shock, but then quickly adjust yourself and bring up a grateful smile.
“yes, sir.”
that night he meets you up on the rooftop of your complex, in the middle of the carpark, and you’ve never looked any happier than you did when you saw him holding that petite round galaxy cake in his hands, the sparkler candles so pretty in the night.
“happy birthday.”
𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍
the next school year starts and sae enters into it still close to you as ever. you haven’t met in just over a month, what with sae’s intense training camps and your family holiday. but the both of you still talk to each other daily, and he finds himself waiting for your response every night.
it’s like the both of you are in a relationship, but neither of you are saying anything about it. whatever this relationship-non-relationship is, sae thinks he likes it.
but it’s barely three months into the school year and sae has to break your heart.
“it’s the opportunity of a lifetime, i’m sure you understand right?” his coach rambles on, disgusting with how he’s talking with his mouth full and chips keep falling out of it.
sae nods, because he does. he’s almost sure he’ll go for it. it’s not everyday kids from japan get offered a spot to play for a european club.
“great! so let’s get your parents involved and get you to spain.”
“yeah, sure.”
it’s frustrating how he’s not more excited. it’s there, but it’s faint, because it’s lingering on the traces of his feelings for you. he’s never really thought this far, and maybe that was his fault. he’ll keep that in mind; he can’t risk this situation again. he can’t risk getting your hopes up and being the reason that they’ll never recover.
minimise damage, yeah, that’s what he has to do.
you go from talking endlessly in class to being quiet because sae is trying to concentrate. you go from meeting every friday outside of school to every other friday, to once every month, to none at all. you go from texting a good morning and a goodnight every day to barely getting responses from sae, barely ever even get your messages read.
then one day sae just doesn’t show up to school at all. and you finally hear that he’s been scouted for a club in spain, that he’s going to be away for god knows how long. and then you realise that maybe that’s why he’s been distant lately, because you refuse to believe that the sae who took so much time out of his busy schedule for you, the sae who made the effort to buy you a birthday cake and spend all night on the carpark just listening to you talk on and on about insignificant things because you were nervous, the sae who you fell in love with—you refuse to believe it wasn’t real.
that’s why you hold your hopes up and ride your bicycle to his house, which you’ve been to once before, just outside though, because you’d asked him where he lived and he finally obliged. it’s still beautiful as ever, neat garden lined with flowers and a soccer field in the back.
when you knock on the gate, you see a familiar face come out; it’s itoshi rin, his younger brother. you only know that because sae’s spoken about him a few times, and you saw a picture of the both of them together on his phone.
“oh, um, hi, who are you?” rin asks, cautiously, because evidently, he’s never seen you.
“uh, i’m one of sae’s… classmates,” you decide, and it stings that you realise you can’t even say that anymore. how did it all spiral from cloud nine? “is he home?”
rin blinks a few times. his lower lashes are slightly longer than sae’s, he’s carrying a soccer ball, and you just know he’s been training all day because he’s sweating from head to toe. sae has said rin wanted to be a striker just like him.
“oh, didn’t you hear? my big bro got scouted, he left for spain last night.”
it shouldn’t be this upsetting—he isn’t even your boyfriend. no matter how much you wanted him to be. he was just… someone you studied with, spent time with, made efforts for.
but something forms in the pit of your stomach when you hear that sae’s already gone, that he’s already halfway to spain without even saying goodbye, without giving you any warning.
you’d thought whatever friendship you had with him was worth more than a silent goodbye, than a one-sided decision.
“o-oh, okay, thanks!”
you bolt off before rin can say anything else, it’s better that no one can see you crying anyway.
that night once you’ve sort of calmed down, you open up sae’s message thread, which as of late is mostly a string of messages from you and sae only replying with oh or i see or i’m busy.
the last time he even bothered replying to you was last week when you asked if he wanted to watch a movie together and he said a simple no.
“you’re an ass, itoshi sae,” you cry to yourself as you bring up the keyboard on your phone, your tears falling onto the screen.
i hate you, itoshi sae.
𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍
soccer is the same; thrilling, tiring, demanding.
it’s been a year since he left japan and he’s still surviving, still thriving, still being revered as a genius midfielder. sae knows he has what it takes to bring victory to a good enough team, that’s what he came here for anyway—to be the best in the world.
“good job out there, sae,” the captain claps him on the back, but sae’s mind isn’t there.
it’s been a year since he left japan and he still pulls up the last message you ever sent him.
i hate you, itoshi sae.
perhaps it’s good that you do. there’s no place for your dreams in spain, or anywhere else in the world except for japan. you need to move on from him. maybe you already did, from what he hears from his classmates who still check in on him from time to time.
the first time sae hears about how some other guy asked you out, he can’t say he doesn’t care. but he’s relinquished his right to be jealous, so he barely responds to the news.
but maybe he’s beginning to see where he fucked up, because he shouldn’t have gotten close to you in the first place, should’ve just left you alone.
instead now he’s left with this sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. is this how it feels like to really miss someone?
𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘
you’re now in college and you’re past whatever happened in high school. itoshi sae still lingers in the crevices of your mind, with his teal eyes and his pretty lashes and the way his hand felt when they were on top of yours.
some part of you thinks you’d never get over him, but you have to make peace with that. just because he never bothered to give you closure doesn’t mean he should be allowed to ruin your life.
besides, you’re pretty sure he read what you last sent him. there’s really nothing else for you to do if he doesn’t even bother talking to you.
you’d been trying to properly move on anyway, and that’s exactly what you try to do later that night, after accepting ryusei shido’s invitation to dinner.
he’s like the opposite of sae, though. he’s all expressive and goofy and wild because he’s got you trespassing on private property just to borrow their garden and he likes to drive fast, really fast, because he loves the wind in his hair.
if you had met him first, you’d probably be in love with the rush he gives you, the adrenaline pumping through your veins. when he kissed you, if only you didn’t have itoshi sae in your head, then maybe you’d have kissed him back.
when you’re twenty, you find out that maybe you can’t move on without giving itoshi sae a piece of your mind.
𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄
sae’s career has been rapidly progressing, he’s part of the starting team and is hailed as one of the world’s up-and-coming top soccer stars.
the earlier game cemented it.
his team won, with the commentators naming him as the most valuable player, assisting in all the goals scored by his team.
when he’s pulled aside for an interview, he can’t help but wonder whether you’d be watching through the television, hanging on his every word. or maybe you’d already moved on with this shido guy he hears about.
fuck that shido guy.
and when an interviewer asks whether there’s anyone special in his life that motivates him, he finds himself wishing he could say your name.
“nothing of that sort.”
interviews pass by quickly, as they always do for him because he’s not much of an interview guy, with his stoic expressions and lacklustre responses. he’s on the way back to the locker room when he hears a familiar voice calling out to him.
“sae!”
he spins around to find his mother and father there, surprising him. they must’ve heard he was playing and booked a flight out. rin’s not here though.
“rin’s busy with some soccer matches of his own back at home,” his father explains, as if he read his mind. “he couldn’t make it, but he’s surely watching the match from home.”
how silly of sae to have wished that it was you calling out to him, for that split second. you’re still in his head, and that’s annoying.
“oh! sweetheart,” his mother coos after she’s done gushing over his game, “we ran into one of your friends earlier! what’s her name—ah wait there she is!”
sae furrows his brows, following his mother’s gaze and finds you there, hugging the walls, sheepishly waving your hand at him. he’s starting to doubt his vision, maybe you’re just his imagination, maybe his mother’s looking at someone else.
“hey, sae,” you greet him, mellow and polite.
he’s still standing there like he’s the one who’s starstruck, like you’re the famous one. are you really here?
“what are you doing here?”
not the best greeting, but that’s the most he can muster when he hasn’t seen or heard from you in over three years.
you smile, and he thinks he might melt, but he doesn’t because he’s just told—lied to—the world that there’s no one special to him.
“what’s wrong with supporting one of my friends?” you say, as though this is a neighbourhood soccer match and you didn’t have to fly halfway across the world for it.
“itoshi! get in here!” by the sound of his voice, it’s the captain talking. sae doesn’t even want to take his eyes off of you, but he has to.
“go,” you tell him, “i’m staying near the airport, if, uh, you wanted to do anything afterwards.”
does he?
sae swallows the lump in his throat and nods. “yeah, okay.”
that night, he figures out which hotel you’re staying at and pays you a visit—it annoys him how fast his heart is beating and how your sudden presence threatens to mess up his life.
he knocks on your door, and you open it, beaming at him when you see him. “i thought we were meeting at the restaurant,” you say as you let him in, closing the door behind him.
“i was just passing by, sent my parents to the airport and thought i would just drop by,” he answers, lying through his teeth. his parents are still somewhere in spain and he just wanted to see you sooner, that’s all.
“well, i’m still getting ready,” you tell him, straightening your dress and looking at yourself in the mirror.
how is it possible you keep getting prettier everyday? your hair’s a little longer now, and you look more mature, you’ve learned to do makeup, and your dress hugs your body in just the right places. he’s cursing himself for staring at you.
“i thought you’d be too busy to come out with me tonight, honestly,” you confess, putting on some lipstick.
sae has to look away, “and i thought you hated me.”
that has you stopping in your tracks; this conversation happened earlier than you expected, but you’d been gunning for this all the same.
“yeah, well you left japan without saying a word to me, like i was just anyone else.”
he understands why you’d think that. that was what he was going for anyway, and it reminds him what he should be doing instead of entertaining you right now. sae should be rejecting you, you and your efforts, should turn away from you like you’re another one of his fangirls.
“why?”
but the shakiness in your voice takes him off guard.
“why what?”
“why didn’t you say anything?”
“i didn’t have to,” sae responds, simply, like he doesn’t owe you a damn thing.
“was i imagining it?” you ask, finally turning around and looking him in his eyes.
no, no you weren’t.
“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“then why are you here, sae?” you burst out, and he stills in his position, feet glued to the floor. “you wouldn’t give a second thought to people you don’t care about, so what now?”
“i was just taking an old friend out to dinner, that’s all.”
he’s stubborn, so so stubborn. he’s hoping he’ll hold out.
“i don’t get you,” you mutter softly, to yourself or to him, he doesn’t even fucking know.
sae really shouldn’t, but he thinks about how he might never see you again and tries, “what do you want?”
“what are you talking about?”
“do you know what you want?” sae turns it around on you. “you flew halfway across the world to get here, for what? for me?”
he’s intimidating when he speaks a little louder than usual, and you shrink back just slightly.
“i-i wanted to talk to you,” you try your hardest to form an excuse but it’s not working.
“and what did you want out of that?”
you fall flat, and you feel like giving up. you know the answer, but you don’t want to admit it. you don’t want to tell him that you wanted him to want you too, you don’t want to admit that you’ve been thinking about him nearly all the time and what could’ve been.
“just forget it,” you relent, averting your gaze, but the next moment you feel an unfamiliar sensation on your lips, the taste of his on yours.
sae doesn’t know why he’s doing it, but his body moves on its own; something he got from playing that manages to bleed into his daily life, apparently.
you taste so much better than he expected, and you feel like you belong in his arms, like you’re made for him because there’s absolutely no one else in the whole fucking world who could ever bring itoshi sae to his knees.
he’s been in denial all this time, yes, and he’s tired of it. if you came all the way here, he’s not wasting it. he pulls away from you, absolutely dazed by the wanting look in your eyes.
you’re twenty one years old when you first hear itoshi sae telling you he loves you.
𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐖𝐎
“someone’s chirpy,” your mother says from the couch, looking up from her ipad. “i sense… a date with sae.”
you roll your eyes, throwing one of the cushions at her. “mom, shut up,” you groan, still embarrassed whenever she calls you out for it.
sae’s still in spain most of the time, but the both of you make it work. you make a point to video call at least twice a week, and he responds to you like a normal boyfriend does. it’s back to that good morning, goodnight love you shared back in high school. he makes as much time as he can, and you appreciate him for it.
“i’m glad you’re happy, sweetie,” she tells you, and you smile gratefully.
you’re more than relieved now that she’s managed to fight the cancer off. it’s the only reason she pushed you to go see sae last year. you technically wouldn’t have done it without her.
a knock on your door signals that he’s here, and your mom gives you a knowing look before she excuses herself to her room.
when you open the front door, you feel a burst of excitement when you see sae there holding a bouquet of flowers.
“happy birthday, pretty.”
even when he’s busy, even when he’s swamped, he’ll never stop making you feel like you’re on top of the world.
both of you are twenty-two when sae decides that you’re his world.
𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄
this is the year you find out long distance is actually really really hard.
sometimes sae loses the match, and sometimes he can’t separate friend from foe from you. he gets frustrated, and so you do too. he has less than kind words when he’s venting, and you happen to be on the receiving end.
sometimes you get stressed from your finals projects, and you push him away, and sae leaves you to it. sae doesn’t check up on you as much as you’d like to, and you’re a little too stubborn to tell him that you mind.
sometimes sae would get interviewed and would have to address dating rumours, whether it’s the upcoming supermodel from america or that renowned sexy sports photographer from brazil—it’s hard not to get jealous, especially when you’re kept private.
you can’t blame him for that, not when everyone likes to send hate to the pretty girl he’s supposedly dating.
this is also where you find out that itoshi sae knows you better than anyone. it’s where he always leaves you a reminder he loves you, even when you’re fighting. it’s where he sends you a goodnight text even when you’ve hung up the phone hours ago in anger. it’s where he keeps japan in his weather app just so he can tell you not to be a klutz and fall down when it’s raining. it’s where he declares on international television that no, he’s not available but that’s none of their business.
even if you yearn for him to be next to you at times, sae’s off doing what he’s always wanted to do, and you’re not going to let yourself be a burden—so you do what you want to do, because the last thing you want the headlines to blast is the fact that itoshi sae’s girlfriend is a good-for-nothing.
twenty-three is the age where you start writing articles for a local magazine company, where you take lead on fashion articles while occasionally helping with the sports section.
𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑
both of your careers are in full flight.
so is your relationship.
sae’s always proud of you, of your achievements, of your efforts even if they didn’t bear fruit. you’re doing so well, making yourself a name in Japan with your articles, with your wonderful insights and funny wit.
he always reads your articles, tells his assistant to get a subscription on the magazine and send it to sae’s hotel, always reads the articles you write. he doesn’t tell you about that though. doesn’t want you getting a big head.
and every time you talk on the phone about your articles and how hard it was to write or how you’re afraid people will take it the wrong way, he acts like he doesn’t even know which article you’re talking about. (he absolutely does.)
“hey, when’s my contract ending again?”
sae’s assistant looks up from his ipad from his seat across him on the private jet. he blinks twice before rifling through his different folders.
“oh, next year.”
a ghost of a smile appears on sae’s face and his assistant thinks he’s hallucinating.
“good.”
𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄
sae is twenty-five years old when he finally decides he’s ready to come home.
it makes the headlines—how he quit the club and refused to play for them anymore, the reason being that he wants to go back to his roots.
back to you.
because now, at your front door, after he knocks once, twice, and you open it, surprised, sae’s never been more sure that he’s making the right decision.
after all, you’re the only one in the world capable of bringing itoshi sae to his knee.
“will you marry me?”
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'This ones for you'
m!crush x f!reader
when your only motivation to go to school on Monday is to see your crush's basketball game
warnings : cursing
i sighed as i walked to the washroom with my best friend, (bf/n), on a Monday morning as per usual. Unfortunately for me our school and most school things here are like 5 hours earlier than all schools so.. yippee more sleep deprivation. The only two things that keep me motivated to go to school are my friends, and my crush, (c/n).
Luckily for me we had physical education with his class today so actually had a reason to look forward to all that running. "man i wish that we could just have Mondays off it'd be so much easier.." i said to her groggily as we entered the washroom to change into our PE attire. "hmm if we did the you'd just be complaining about how you can't see (c/n) all day." "i guess that's true.. but i don't talk about him that much..ever since his dumbass went and joined basketball the girls in our cohort flock like crazy at even the slightest mention of his name..i know hot girls don't gatekeep but still." "Don't worry too much about it i'm sure you two will get together at some point it's just a matter of time." she replied playfully in attempts to reassure me. (c/n) and I get along pretty well but we never really established what we were so i'm always wondering what context he means his words in. Every time he says something that could be romantic my brain just says : he does that with all his friends, you're not special. But I digress.
We walked down to the indoor basketball court and gathered with our other classmates. And (c/n). Me being the coward that i am i avoided all eye contact knowing damn well that he'll just go ' What're you staring at.' like i'm staring at you staring at me. i didn't want him to get all cocky that i was staring at him though so i kept my glance on the floor. We then dispersed as our classmates hogged the basketballs and started playing 3 on 3. (bf/n) and I sat down on the stairs and watched as (c/n) laughed and played with the other guys. God he was so pretty. I went on my phone and started scrolling since i was so bored. i guess nothing was gonna happen today after all.
Then, a familiar voice caught my attention. "YO (y/n) ! THIS ONES FOR YOU !" (c/n) yelled as he shot the basketball into the hoop and grinned. his friends made remarks as they pat him on the back. my jaw dropped. my brain was thinking : (c/n), i love you, but OH MY FUCK ARE YOU STUPID THATS SO EMBARRASSING IM GONNA GET BULLIED AND SHOVED INTO LOCKERS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. But in real life i just yelled back "Thanks" and smiled back at him. i could practically hear all the whispers from the people around me as (bf/n) elbowed me and said "ooh looks like that 'matter of time' is gonna happen soon"
As the bell rang and i started packing up to go to geography when (c/n) came up to me and said "yo (y/n) can you help me put bandaids on my fingers ? i got a few cuts from the game." "sure, oh yeah you must be thirsty..here take my water bottle. i didn't open it yet so its fine." i replied as i walked with him to the first aid station. He drank from my water bottle as i held his hands and tended to his cuts. Even his hands were pretty..I couldn't help but feel his gaze on me the whole time which made me feel giddy inside. "Here, all done." i said as i smiled at him. "Thanks (y/n)...if you don't mind maybe you can come with me to the new library that opened up near school ? i remember you telling me how you hated (subj/n) so i thought i could help you out with it." He offered as he rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. "of course i really need help in it. And i recall you needing serious help in history. Maybe we can..help eachother?" i asked playfully "sure. we can meet up every Monday if thats okay?" he smiled at me. "fine by me" i said. "alright ! its a date." he said before running off to his next class leaving me to process what i just heard. i freaked out in my head before running off to my geography class to go tell (bf/n). Maybe i am special to him after all.
And maybe..just maybe..I’d start looking forward to Mondays too.
hii i hope you liked that i'll probably post the library date thing the day after tomorrow if you want it :) anyway please feel free to send requests since i'm having writers block rn so.
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𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛 • 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
synopsis: after spending all of his time and nearly a week in Houston with (y/n), EJ must return home and to reality. But he isn’t pleased to find that his manager has been making moves behind his back. Ones that may sever their longtime bond and jeopardize her relationship after a heated altercation results in legal troubles for the rapper .It's also there that he reveals a secret to his best friend and what it may mean for his future as an artist. Could EJ the Don really be done with music as the media claimed? Meanwhile, (y/n)’s starpower continues ascending as she receives offers from tons of companies to do business. With the concerns of her friends lurking over her head; worrying that she may have been distracted by her recent fling, she proves to be more determined than ever to make things happen, especially when a part of her past is unearthed, serving as a reminder why she started in the first place and with news of EJ’s recent run in with the law, it’s one more reason to stay the course and keep distance. But will it really be that easy? The head executives of AMG are finally introduced, and with plans to host one of the world’s largest musical festivals for the first time in history, they meet to discuss the state of their current roster and how they plan to proceed.
content warning: mentions of violence, fighting/arguing, drug mentions, angst, mental health, mentions of death and grief, toxicity, implied sex, legal stuff and mentions of jail
word count: 8.8K
📝: just wanna tell you all thank you so very much being patient with these very sporadic and inconsistent uploads. I promise it is not due to lack of inspiration, these chapters just take a hell of a long time to write! If I could have them out in a week, I would. But I hope that everyone is enjoying this story so far and I can’t for y’all to see what’s next! 🫶🏾
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“Listen, Mr. Jaeger..I assure you. There’s nothing to worry about, alright? In all fairness, and in the eyes of the law, they were trespassing onto your property. Which gave you grounds to defend yourself. We’ll beat this case, trust me. And if they press their luck, we’ll crush them..you’ll own their entire company by the time I’m finished.”
“Shit, I hope so. My manager’s gonna be on my ass when she finds out. I don’t even wanna know what story those grimy ass journalists cooked up and put out..but that’s why I pay you. Do your thing and make this headache go away, please. I have full faith in you.”
It was a rather interesting Monday morning for the jaded Eren, who had been mid-conversation with his lawyer. A defense attorney to the stars who had beaten some of the most harrowing allegations and cases. Yelena Pithikos, a woman as intimidating as she was intelligent..and boy, did she live up to her reputation! A perfect track record with not one single lost case. She really was the greatest of all time in the legal world. With her on his side, there was no way he’d lose. The two would converse for a little longer; the rapper facing a half smoked blunt and blowing smoke before ending the call. To say he was stressed would be the biggest understatement of the century. Having been a free man for a little over twenty four hours, he had not only been hit with a barrage of text messages from concerned friends but knew that a media shitstorm was headed his way. All of it seemed so exhausting! Floch, who came and posted bail on his behalf, was worried that he’d be irate but if anything, he was just worried. Worried that he had caused yet another issue for Mika and how she’d have to spend the next week trying to clean up his mess. Little did he know though, that this wasn’t a result of his own actions..
“Come in.”
Uttering tirelessly over his shoulder as he mashed away at the keys on his mixing board. Suddenly, the door would creak open..followed by the faint footsteps of clacking heels hitting the tile. “No snarky comments today?” That old statement about speaking of the devil and they shall appear had never rang so true before. Just then, a visibly tired Mikasa came walking in; hands folded over her chest and cell phone in hand. Truthfully, he didn’t even want to look at her. Not out of embarrassment but fear that he had angered her or upset her. He sometimes worried the people around him with his careless actions. He did things without taking into account how they may affect everyone else. However, this wasn’t a matter that he should or could apologize for. Not when his home, his safe haven was invaded.
“..look, I know what you’re gonna say. And I’m sorry, but I really don’t feel like listening to any lectures right now. Already got an earful of the damn cops and a bunch of crazy bastards in a holding cell getting on my last good nerve. Also, I forgot how much of a pain in the ass handcuffs are..I’m just not in the mood right now.”
blurting out before proceeding to focus on his current task..avoiding eye contact with her if at all possible. But surprisingly, she wasn’t as talkative or angry as she normally would have been. Which he didn’t even notice at first. But as the conversation progressed, he’d soon come to realize that he wasn’t so much at fault as he initially figured and in truth, the one to blame was standing in front of him. Even so, she’d glare down at him as a disappointed mother would her unruly child. For a split second, he even thought about how his own mom had called him not too long ago to check on..and scolded him about the incident and he was drained! The last thing he needed was another chewing out.
“Why did you skip out on our meeting last week?”
the question caught him off guard and confused EJ even more. What exactly did that have to do with this situation in particular? Was she not ready to rip his head off for creating yet another mess for her to mull over with the execs and the media? What was going on?! Leaning back in his chair, he’d blink profusely to really make sure he heard correctly but she’d give him that glare she’d done many times before and await his answer. “Don’t stare at me like I’m speaking another language. What was so goddamn important that you couldn’t even give me a phone call to let me know you weren’t showing up? That meeting was booked out months ago and you made me look like a complete dumbass in front of the board members. Your album deadline keeps getting pushed back and I keep having to make excuses. You don’t find that a little fucked up?”
he understood exactly where she was coming from..Mikasa worked tirelessly to ensure that all of her talents received equal attention and that they were being given opportunities to showcase their talents. As well as being backed by the top brass at AMG. It was her job as the median between the two to ensure that things went smoothly. It wasn’t easy to get a room full of stiffs in suits to fund projects sometimes but Eren’s reputation and record sales had always spoken for themselves. But with a four year time lapse between his last album and now, it was becoming difficult to do so. She was just irritated that once again, his selfishness had put her in a bad spot. It was hard enough that she had to work to prove she wasn’t just some byproduct of nepotism and family favors. But she had earned her spot as the executive PR and internal affairs manager. One she held proudly. But he’d try to explain as best he could without detonating the ticking time bomb.
“Look, Mika. I’m sorry, alright? I was busy, kinda needed to duck off and clear my head for a lil’ bit, that’s all. I didn’t realize that the damn meeting was so soon. I wasn’t trying to stand you up, I promise. I had other things to tend to, that’s all. Just schedule another one and I’ll be there, promise. Hell, tell Floch and I’m sure he’ll remind me.” Once again, there was that nonchalant attitude. It ground her gears to a halt, really. It was as if he had no real concept of reality..
“I wish I had an excuse but I don’t. Truth is, leaving town was some shit I decided last minute. I can’t even tell you why I went. I was out drinking and the next, I was in Houston. Doing shit I hadn’t in a long time...enjoying myself. That I won’t apologize for. I didn’t expect to come home to a bunch of paps at my door, interrogating me about some fuck ass article I knew nothing about. Saying I was retiring and a lot of other bullshit. Respectfully, the last thing I wanna deal with is your uncle and the rest of the firing squad questioning me about an album rollout. I need some time to think.” It seemed that he was truly agitated by all of this. As if he were confused as to how he could have a perfect weekend, pillow talking and fucking on (y/n) to now being in the midst of a media frenzy. It just seemed so sudden and now, he was trying to figure out how to deal with it. But Mika’s next comment would not only catch him off guard but eventually, send him into a tailspin.
“Damn, I knew something like this would happen.”
“What do you mean?”
Before she could recant though, Mikasa’s expression gave it away and she knew that he had definitely peeped that statement. Just what exactly did she know about this situation that he was clueless on? One thing was for certain though, he was going to find out. Glaring up at her with a rather peeved look, Eren began to press the issue..wondering if he’d get a straight answer or some calculated shit she’d orchestrated. What was this all about?
“Mikasa..I asked you a question. What do you mean ‘you knew?’ Answer me.”
normally, the banter between them was nothing more than playful, joking discourse but there wasn’t the slightest hint of happiness in his tone at the moment. But rather, complete and utter irritation and quite frankly, a hint of anger as well. He wasn’t much for the games and she figured it best not to test him either. So, against her better judgment and her own interests, she decided to come clean. Releasing a heavy sigh, Mikasa began to confess and tell him how the entire situation came about. From the fact that she was fed up with him ducking and evading meetings from the phone call with Annie and even putting the bug in her ear about writing the article. She told him that she knew he was with (Y/N) for the weekend and that she was furious about being stood up yet again..and that his inconsistency was affecting her own standing within the company. Admitting that she knew him well enough to know that he would’ve never moved for some one off blog post about him hooking up with an Instagram model but the second they mentioned news of him retiring or perhaps becoming stagnant, he’d definitely respond by clapping back from the booth. It seemed like such a sure fire way to give him that extra push to put out a new track or maybe even a full project..what she didn’t count on was him being swarmed and the whole plan backfiring.
“Look, Eren..I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t know they’d take it this far. It was a last minute, brash decision I made out of anger and I put you in a bad situation. I apologize.”
But he wasn’t hearing a word. Honestly, he had blanked from the moment she admitted that she had all but set the catalyst for this entire ordeal. Now, he had to attend court, pay legal fees and deal with a dumb ass judge..all because she wanted him to produce another record to improve her status quo?! It was infuriating but the worst part was that she was willing to exploit her own best friend and things that he had and were still struggling with for clout. He had known Mikasa for the majority of his life and she was one of, if not the most logical and intelligent person he knew. Out of all his friends, she was the one that always made the smart decisions, even in the most high stress of situations. Always thinking things through and ensured that her emotions never got in the way of her thought process. However.. “..how fucking stupid can you be?” That wasn’t the case and Eren was more than happy to let her hear about it!
For a moment, she stood still..gasping as she had never heard him speak to her in that manor. Granted, she was full and well aware of how irate he could truly become but not once in the entirety of their friendship did she think she’d become the subject of his anger. But this was coming from a place of pure hysteria. Hurt and betrayal that she would do something like this..standing to his feet, EJ tried his hardest to practice restraint to avoid saying anything extremely hurtful but he wasn’t much in the way of exercising such resolve at the moment. Especially when not only had she gotten him in this mess and offered no real solution to help repair his reputation but also, he hadn’t heard from the one person who was keeping him happy and this may have very well been the reason. So he didn’t feel compelled to hold back in expressing his feelings.
“Look, I said I’m sorry, alright? We’ll get this sorted out. Just calm down–”
“Calm down? Are you serious? Mika, I just spent the past twenty four hours in a fucking holding cell. One more fuckup and they’re gonna send me away for a long time. I had to fight a bunch of psychos off of my car and property over a story I knew nothing about. Not to mention everything in it was a lie. I take a few days off for myself, for once and you jump the gun all because you and the rest of those slave driving maniacs at AMG want me to make another album? To hell with calming down and honestly, to hell with you too for even pulling something like this! I’m your friend and you sold me out like I was nothing..”
The frustration was visible all over his face..the emotions coming through clear as day and radiating all throughout his body. Even causing tears to well in his eyes. He was furious, enraged and if it were anyone else..moreso a man, he would’ve slid them across the floor by now. But this stung more than anything. He knew how hard she worked and the lengths she went to ensure her clients’ success; not only for them but to prove that she was capable of one day becoming the heiress and figurehead of Ackerman Management Group but never in a million years did he think she’d become so obsessed with proving herself that she’d lose sight of what really mattered. Now, the damage had been done and he didn’t know if he could forgive such an act. Even so, she wanted to at least try to defend her actions!..
“Only because you never listen to me. Hell, you won’t listen to anyone!..you never think about how the things you do affects anyone else. It took three months..three months to get that goddamn meeting and you couldn’t give me so much as a phone call to let me know you wouldn’t be there. Out of every client I have, you’re the most difficult. I get it, you’ve been working since you were sixteen. Harder than anyone I know but hell, this has been my life for as long as I could remember. I’ve got a whole line of old bastards who’d do anything to remove me from the equation because once my uncle steps down, they don’t want to execute decisions made by the same little girl that used to play in the lobby. None of them truly believe I deserve that spot, no matter how hard I work. How many success stories I create…I’ll never be good enough in their eyes. The least you could do is not make it hard on me to do my job..Jesus! You’re getting a little too old for the rebellious bad boy act. In and out of jail, long before this..doing whatever the hell you wanted! You have obligations and you won’t even stand on your word but you want to preach about friendship and loyalty? Spare me, Eren. Please..this is business, remember that.”
The entire time that she was speaking, he felt himself becoming even more sated with rage. His blood boiling at her deflection. But his face had completely gone blank from a few minutes ago. Not even making eye contact as he rolled yet another blunt. As if she weren't even there but little did she know, he had a hell of a response for her little tangent and he promised she wouldn’t like it. That nonchalant, brutal honesty was one of his most horrible character traits and she was about to be on the receiving end. Uncrossing his feet, letting the sole of his Nike Dunks hit the floor, Eren began to smirk and eventually..laugh. That’s when he was at his most dangerous and the words about to leave his mouth were far more painful than any punch could ever be.
“You know Mika, you make it sound as if it’s my fault you’re not up for the task. Don’t try to take the piss out on me because Uncle Levi and his lackies are second guessing if you should take his crown. But aye, I’m not surprised. I mean, shit..it’s not the first time they’ve had to intervene because you lost control.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?..”
By now, the two of them were only inches apart. Her face screwed up and was riddled with hostility. Eren on the other hand was sporting the snarkiest, smuggest smirk he could muster. Blowing that cloud of smoke, he’d run a finger underneath her chin and look directly in her eyes:
“Exactly as I said, sweetheart. That little bullshit essay from your friend? I wonder just how much of it is true and how much of it is you projecting..let’s not pretend that you’ve always been..this. Little Miss Perfect. If anyone on this earth can’t tell me shit about obligations and integrity, it’s you Mika. You were on those stages and in the same dressing rooms I was. Getting high out of your fucking mind just to get through one set. Snorting coke off of a bathroom counter because you hated it so much. Sleeping with a bunch of assholes you couldn’t even stand looking at but hey, they made you feel better, told you you were pretty after mommy put you on another diet because the blogs were making fun of you. How many times did me, Armin and everybody else have to come pick you up off of the floor because you’d get so damned drunk after your shows, you couldn’t even remember where you were the next morning. And please, let’s not forget how many times you cried in my arms because you didn’t have the heart to tell your family to fuck off and stop forcing you to make music. It took that stupid ass fiancé of yours outshining you at your own show for you to finally realize that you hated being an artist. And you think you can actually lead that company? Don’t make me laugh. You’d probably snort your body weight if you had to handle that type of pressure. Hell, I’ve done some fucked up shit since I started making music. Taking drugs I had no business touching, just to stay awake and getting in trouble when I probably should’ve walked away but I never once tried to run from my mistakes either and I damn sure never stopped loving my craft..especially not enough to half ass a performance. No matter how bad I felt..how sick I was, even when I didn’t think anyone would even give me a chance or listen, I always showed up. Everything I do is for my fans. Losing sleep over a song because I wanted it to be perfect. You couldn’t even make it to a single album before cracking under pressure. This isn’t some money grab for me, music is my entire life and the only thing I’ve ever loved. And I’ll be damned if you or anyone else backs me into a corner over it. Tell that bitch Leonhart to put that on her website..and if you don’t like it, you and AMG can kiss my ass.”
Every single word he spoke sliced through Mikasa like a hot, searing knife through butter. Her face had become beet red and flush with tears. Huffing and breathing heavily as if she were going to explode at any second. She wanted to scream at him but couldn’t even find the words. Instead, she’d raise her open palm and smack him across the cheek with the hardest slap she could muster..so much so, it left a crimson colored mark on his face.
“Fuck you, Eren. Fuck you!..you’ve gone too far. I came here to apologize for what I did but the only mistake I’ve made is befriending an asshole like you. Burn in hell for all I care and find a new manager while you’re at it because I quit. Do whatever you want.”
furiously tugging her purse strap back up on her shoulder, Mikasa turned on her heel and proceeded to storm out. Not looking over her shoulder once because she wouldn’t be able to control herself if she did. As for EJ, he didn’t bother to stop her or even remotely show remorse for that long winded read. Rather, he’d listen as she slammed the door behind her and left. He was still pissed off but that may have been a little harsh.
“Damn..maybe I should think before I speak.” But it was too late now. There was no turning back or apologizing. For either of them..all that remained now was for him to put his focus where it always was: into his craft. Drown out all the noise and distractions and get back to what he truly loved. Because truth be told, she wasn’t the only one losing her grip on reality and goals. As he sat back in the chair, hands folded underneath his chin, all EJ could think to himself was one single thing:
“I think it might be time to call it quits. Maybe music isn’t for me anymore..”
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meanwhile, as Eren felt that his time in the spotlight was beginning to dwindle, (y/n) on the other hand felt that your star was only about to ascend. Having just concluded the very last show in your cross country tour, you were already plotting on your next lucrative business opportunity.
“That sounds perfect. I’ll be back in Miami tomorrow so we can meet up and hash out the details. Thank you again, Mr. Smith. I appreciate your time.”
you’d find yourself on the opposite end with one of AMG’s elite directors and the man who had approached you back at Rolling Loud about starring in Connie’s video. You found it a bit strange that Mikasa wasn’t the intermediary for this particular deal but you just chocked it up to her being busy but you knew if Erwin Smith; the nine time Grammy Winner and music legend was contacting you personally then it must’ve been a huge deal. Either way, you were excited to see what was in store. Once you ended the call, you’d turn your attention back to the rest of the group, who were preparing to board their respective flights as you all paraded through the airport. Dressed in cute yet casual outfits, hair put up and bags stacked on one another. The final leg of the Pole Assassins Cross Country Tour had come to its end last night; concluded by a performance with a real rap legend performing. You all were excited to be going home…getting to see your families and most importantly, getting some much needed rest. But for the fearless leader, things never stopped. You were on your grind twenty four hours a day. Even counting up checks while you slept from brand deals and your namesake. It wasn’t all too bad. But for the ones that knew you best, they also knew that once you touched down back in Miami, you’d more than likely be closed off to everyone. That the reason you were working so hard was to keep yourself distracted from your impending grief. Even the passage of time never made it easier to get over the tragedy you suffered at seventeen years old and as a child in general. Affecting your life now even as a grown woman..living the way only few could dream of. Because of that, not one person in this world had access to (y/n) this time of year and it was very obvious by the very nonchalant reaction to the news of your sneaky link getting arrested, that the sullen mood had already set in. You didn’t even so much as gasp or even shrug it off as you had done countless other men that fucked up while in your life. And that’s what worried your girls.
“Aye, you sure she’s gonna be good while we’re on vacation? She already seems spaced out.” a concerned Kelley questioned whilst scrolling through her phone. Luckily though, Niesha wouldn’t be too far away, as you guys grew up only blocks away and not much had changed since becoming famous. You guys’ luxury apartments were within walking distance so if you needed anything, she could always pop in and check on you. “Yeah, she’ll be alright. She just needs her space right now. Listen, I’ll call y’all when we make it and keep you updated.” With that, the four girls would make their way over to (y/n), who had been standing near the gate for your flight, becoming visibly anxious. Suddenly, you’d feel a pair of comforting arms wrapping your shoulders. “Hey, pookah. You ready to go?” That warm and loving smile that could only come from your best friend and sister. “Yeah, I’m ready.” Returning the glance, you’d nod and turn to bid the rest of your crew farewell for now. Embracing in a giant group hug, the five of you exchanged laughs and even playful kisses to the cheek. Just then, your procession of being bid adieu was interrupted by a voice of the intercom, announcing departure of the Miami and Atlanta flights. “Y’all be good now. See y’all later, love you guys!” Kelley, Brianne and Syrai waved and you and Niesha would do the same as you clenched hands. Much like you had done as little girls when walking to the corner store. You were each other’s safety nets and truthfully, Niesha was all you had right now. So she’d do whatever to make you comfortable. To let you know that you weren’t alone at this time, no matter what it may have felt like. She loved you more than anything and you could feel the energy brimming from your bestie, even if there wasn’t a single word exchanged during the walk from baggage check to boarding the plane. As the two of you made it to your seats and got acclimated..you’d stay close to Niesha. Clinging to her like moths to a flame. Coiling an arm around hers and eventually, laying your head on her shoulder. Even in the dead of silence, the sentiment was loud and clear to Niesha:
“You know I always got you, pookah. You my girl and I love you…take all the time you need. You know your granny would be proud, just like I am, (Y/N). You've been working hard so now it’s time to go tell her all about it..forget EJ, forget working. This is time between you and her..”
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Page Break and Time Skip: Thursday Night, The Jaeger Residence, Miami Florida; 10:55PM
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darkness had well set over the bustling city..a thunderstorm showering the bustling streets and ruining the evening plans of would be partygoers and club hoppers. But there was an even darker cloud looming over the head of Eren, who was currently holed up in his home studio, flug lazily across the couch with his electric guitar lying across his bare torso and an open bottle of brown liquor next to him. He had been drinking and doing whatever he could to rid himself of any feelings and emotions. Having all but become a recluse..which wasn’t out of character for the hard shelled rapper to begin with but where as label mates and friends could find him working up until the early morning hours on a new song, he hadn’t even touched his work equipment. And instead, was instead getting inebriated with every substance he could tolerate so that guilt, anger or sadness stood no chance of plaguing his mind. Right now, he had his guitar lying across his bare torso and an open bottle of brown liquor in his hand. He was trying to find his spark..that extra push to drum up something to shut both his manager and his hating ass critics up. But nothing was coming through. He had no desire to make a beat, write lyrics…he just wanted to lie there and rot. It was a feeling he hadn’t experienced in ages. That creative slump and depression that had plagued many of his peers..the point of no return. Where artists could no longer achieve that sense of gratification when putting out music. They’d resort to making a few radio safe tracks to appease the masses before disappearing from the scene altogether and fading into obscurity. The last thing he wanted was to become an afterthought..but he was tired of grasping at straws. But luckily, a much needed distraction would be arriving in the form of his best friend, Armin. Who for some odd reason, couldn’t rid himself of the nagging suspicion that something was amiss with his homeboy. That would’ve been putting it lightly…
“Mr. Jaeger? You have company..” one of his loyal housekeepers and truthfully, someone he considered family, had been staying in one of the designated bedrooms for staff and was still tending to some chores when she got a knock at the door. Once getting the approval from security and seeing who it was pulling into the driveway, she breathed a sigh of relief. Because she knew if anyone could pull her gloomy employer from this week long slump fest he seemed to be trapped in, it was Armin. Whether EJ would welcome the thought or not. Before he even had the opportunity to attest and decline, the door would burst open and in would come a rather perturbed Armin, who was glancing around the dimly lit room; halting dead in his tracks at the sad sight before him. Turning to the housekeeper, he’d warmly assure her that he could take things from here and thanked the woman. It seemed to be a lot worse than what she had portrayed. He was hardly leaving his room nowadays, less known eating or anything else. Normally, she would’ve been sent home and still given a full day’s pay because Eren would insist on cleaning the mess for her, so as not to overexert herself. But when the head of the house was in a less than jovial mood, the energy was blatantly obvious to everyone.
“Alright, get your ass up. Enough of this. It’s pathetic..” the brash words leaving Armin’s mouth as he slammed the door behind him, which elicited quite the reaction from the hotheaded artist. “Watch your fucking mouth and don’t slam my fucking door either, bitch.” But alas, Armin didn’t give the slightest care. Because an angry reaction was better than none at all. Laughing as he took a seat in Eren’s chair, just to rub a bit more salt in the already festering wound. “And here I was thinking you had really lost it. You only look and smell like you’ve reached rock bottom. The proverbial clawing under his skin had seemed to work in Armin’s favor because he was at least sitting upright now and wiping his eyes so they’d adjust to the light. Releasing a loud yawn, Eren shot his best friend the middle finger and proceeded to ask exactly why the hell he was in his house this late in the evening. Armin would shrug it off as he’d always done, kicking back with a bottle of water he had confiscated from his fridge on the way up. Even going as far to take his shoes off and get mighty comfortable. “Oh, Eren. You silly goose..you can’t escape me that easily. Besides…I’m here on official business.” the response piquing his very dulled interest. Raising a furrowed eyebrow, Eren hoisted the bottle to his lips for yet another swig of the Hennessy. “Official business? At ten PM? What the hell are you talking about?” of course, he wanted to stay here another minute without being tossed from the second story, he’d elaborate. Although, EJ had quite the nagging suspicion of what this was pertaining to. Since he and Mikasa’s giant quarrel last week, word had gotten around the entirety of AMG..including the higher ups. Who had been in talks of what to do. On one hand, Mikasa was the best PR manager to come out of the firm, not to mention the fact she was the boss’ niece and next in line. On the other hand, EJ the Don was their highest earning artist. Regardless of Grammys or accolades, his name was still holding weight after all this time. And with the two of them at odds, who knew what would become of the team? However, for Armin..it was much more than that. He could care less about AMG’s record sales or a damn article. What he cared about was seeing his best friends at odds and hurting. Unbeknownst to Eren, this fight hadn’t just affected him.
It seemed that his harsh words had hurt Mikasa far worse than anyone had anticipated. The remarks about her younger days on stage and turning to drugs to cope with the pressures of being in the limelight had driven her back to some of those nasty old habits. She was trying to keep a brave face but it reminded her of how imperfect she truly was. Regardless of that front..and him. Sitting here wasting away, all because some fucked up article said he was washed. Enough was enough!
“Look, dude. I’m not gonna bullshit with you, alright? I’m not exactly sure of what happened between you and Mika. It’s honestly none of my business but what I do know is that both of you stubborn assholes need to fix this. She won’t even tell Jean..she just says it’s the stress of work before closing up in her room for hours. The other day, she blanked on one of the coordinators because he got the wrong number of napkins for an event. Whatever you said to her, you need to apologize before that bitch kills all of us.” And he wasn’t bluffing, sadly. Mikasa had been known to be quite the pistol. They had seen her beat grown men who tried to make passes at her so they knew she could be the Tasmanian devil when she wanted to. But there was one person with a hotter head than she had..
“I’m not apologizing for a damn thing. Should’ve thought about that before running to the blogs and trying to lie about it. She wants to use cheap tactics and dumb shit then she can stand on that. Just don’t expect me to feel sorry for telling the truth.” Honestly, it was pointless to get through to either of them and he knew he’d only exhaust himself trying to argue. Maybe what they needed most was not to be lectured but for someone to listen and once he began to open up..it all made sense. Talking back another swig of that dark liquor, Eren began to confess what was truly bothering him.
“I worked myself like crazy..for years, all I wanted was to be the best. To make music that transcended the charts. Hell, I didn’t care if I ever touched a Grammy or even got my flowers. I just wanted to make shit that people could relate to. Everybody told me how stupid I was for leaving home..a cushy life just to chase this so called dream of mine. But I loved it. I loved sitting in front of my laptop..pen and paper just coming up with verse after verse. After a while, it felt like second nature. I could do that shit in my sleep, y’know?” As he continued to speak, Armin listened attentively. In all the years that they had known one another, pretty much for the entirety of their young lives, Eren had never once been this vulnerable or open with him. They joked around and sometimes went at each other’s throats but this was a completely different side that no one had seen. It could’ve been the liquor or just the lack of having someone to talk to but either way, he was pouring his heart out. And a few tears too, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. Masking it behind his smirking and laughter..
“Lately, I’ve just been feeling like I don’t have a place anymore. I kept telling myself ‘maybe if I help them with this project’ or ‘if I produce this track’, my inspiration for my own shit would find me again. But nothing…I didn’t feel the same way I did a couple years ago. Less known, ten. I spent all this time trying to build this empire and now I feel like I don’t have shit to show for it..these labels, they decide you’re no longer useful, and you’re out the fucking door. It’s frustrating, I ain’t gon’ lie.” interrupting his rant only to wipe away his tears and take another sip. “I can’t even keep a girl. Finally find one worth a damn and I go and fuck it up. I’m sure she saw I got arrested and ran for the hills. Can’t say I blame her though–” it was at that moment, Armin had heard more than enough. Listening to all he could take of this pity fest and self wallowing. Unbending his knees, he planted his feet to the ground, snatching that bottle out of his hand. “First of all, if you think for one second and I’m gonna sit here and let you cry like a lil’ bitch, you’re sadly mistaken. Dude, do you know how many people you’ve inspired with this music shit? Including me? Ony, Connie, even Jean, loves your work and he can’t stand your ass. I’ve never seen anything like it. Ten years..ten years you’ve been doing and dude, you’re only getting started. If you quit now, that’s the only way it’ll be in vain. You gotta keep going..not just for your fans or even to prove a bunch of losers on the internet wrong. You gotta do it for sixteen year old EJ who chose sleeping in a bus station over the country club because he wanted to put the industry on its head. You gotta do this because no one else can. So what if you don’t feel like it right now? You have so much left in you and I’ll be damned if I watch you quit.” It were those exact words that had seemed to have brought forth a spark in him..bringing life back into those dull jade eyes. Finally getting himself together, he’d sniffle and begin to laugh. Wholeheartedly for the first time in days..it felt good. But that wasn’t it for the encouragement Armin had in store for him. There was one more bit of uplifting news he had.
“And about (y/n)? She’s not mad at you, dude. Promise. Niesha told me everything and honestly…she just needs space right now.” Armin found himself swallowing a lump in his throat as he uttered the sentence. “It’s not personal. I’m sure she’d be happy to link…when the time is right. But she’d hate to see you like this.” Taking another breath, he’d ask another request of his best friend while he seemed to be in a much better mood. “Listen, I know it’s not your thing and trust me, I already know what you’re gonna say. But I’m hosting a yacht party next week. I invited everyone else too..including (y/n)..so I was hoping you’d come too.” never had Armin been so soft spoken. Truthfully, all he wanted was to see his homeboy happy and the only person who had managed to do that in recent history was the gorgeous influencer who had obviously more than well caught his eye. Maybe the thing you two needed most was each other. Even so, it wouldn’t be that simple and EJ just wasn’t going to agree that easily.
“I’ll think about it, dude..” but before Armin could leave with a less than savory answer, Eren would avert his eyes towards the door, where Armin was close to opening it. “Aye..thanks, bro. I appreciate you.” reciprocating a toothy smile in return. Seeing him in a better mood than when he arrived was all the thanks he needed.
“That’s what I’m here for.” Doing their signature handshake they’ve had since childhood but alas the sweet, heartwarming camaraderie wouldn’t last long..as Armin had a bad habit of being as annoying as possible! “By the way, I’m gonna go get a shower and when I get back, we can work on some of these beats. I have a couple ideas.” at first, what he said didn’t exactly register to Eren but then he realized–
“I’m gonna take one of your spare beds too! The room with the mirror on the ceiling. I might have a little something coming over.”
“Yeah, man. No problem–wait a minute. You’re at my house, you jackass! What do you mean you’re gonna go shower?! Don’t you have a whole ass mansion?”
“Yeah, but I like a change of scenery.”
Before he even had the chance to respond, Armin was already headed back downstairs. “Love you, Eren!”
leaving the befuddled rapper shaking his head and in shock of just how tactless he was. One thing he could do was thank him for getting his mind right. Now..it was time to do something with that new found motivation.
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the next day…
“All in favor of moving forward with the second decision, say I”
“I”
Meanwhile, the top brass at the renowned talent agency was in the midst of a very important meeting. One with a lot of dire topics being voted on and currently, this may have been the most pertinent of them all..
“That settles it, six to four. We’re getting Italian. Have the kitchen make enough carbonara to feed the National Guard. We’re gonna be here for a while.” earning a collective sigh from the roundtable. Seated on the top floor of the eighteen story building were some of the most powerful and brilliant minds in the entertainment industry..from multi-platinum recording artists to Grammy winning producers, any and everyone who had helped shape several as they were today were running AMG and making it the largest talent agency and label with over one hundred and fifty talents signed and billions in revenue every year. “Goddamnit, Levi. You know I’m trying to watch my figure right now and you’re not helping.” “I’m trying to watch it too and I think it looks just fine.” Seated at the head was chairman and former recording artist, Levi Ackerman. Second generation rockstar who hailed from a long line of talented musicians..best known for being the lead singer of notorious band, Paradis. Who had won over twenty Grammys and seven number ones during their tenure. The man across from him, Erwin Smith was his best friend and bandmate. The COO. Along with Miche Zacharius, who was also at the table. The lead drummer turned director of marketing. He was a genius when it came to advertising for these artists. He could take any budget and make it look as if it were worth millions. Perhaps, the most inquisitive mind there was the woman next to him and perhaps, his favorite person in the entire company. Vivian James-Ackerman. The Queen of Neo-Soul, five time Grammy winner and his beautiful wife of ten years..she was not only a generational talent with a sound inspiring many songs today; a creative director working on the set of many videos but a mentor to AMG’s biggest star, EJ the Don.
“You two are a mess..so, what are we gonna do about this little situation? We have PalmFest right around the corner and two of our biggest stars are currently out of commission. Think we can convince them to perform?”
“Not to worry, lovebug. I’m sure they’ll come around. Right, Levi?”
Next to Erwin was his beautiful wife of twenty years, Deanna Smith. She was a renowned R&B singer with a powerhouse voice for many years before trading in her sultry lyrics and silky vocals for the title of vice director of marketing. Her and Erwin had collabed on many tracks. Including one that was the talk of the tabloids, saying that it was far too ‘provocative’ for their time. But innovative, as it was the first time rock and R&B had meshed together and topped the charts.
“They damn well better or they’ll all find themselves out of a job. This is the first time in AMG history we’ll be hosting something of this caliber. Three days of music, entertainment..hell, if we pull this off, we might surpass Rolling Loud or Coachella in a couple years. Not to mention the cash it’ll bring in. Whatever those brats have going on, they better sort it out and quick.” When the president spoke, his word was absolute and everyone had done their part to make his vision come to life. Glancing around the table, they all nodded in agreement but among the tribe, there was always one person going against the grain. “Speaking of…” pressing his glass back to the table, Miche chimed in and added to the conversation; addressing the elephant in the room.. “..you know that niece of yours is one hell of a manager, Levi. She’s recruited some real heavy hitters in the past couple years. It’s hard to believe that someone so young has done the work she has..” as he continued talking, no one could attest to that. Mikasa was the top of her peer class in many areas. She was super talented. However, Director Zacharius had his reservations. “Even so, I’m a little concerned about her after news of her little outburst the other day. I mean, with something as huge as this on the line..how can we be certain she’s equipped to handle it? Are you sure we can leave her in charge of such a huge event?” His inquiry caused eyebrows to rise on each side. But as always, Levi remained steadfast, stoic and calm..twirling a pen between his fingers, he’d merely smirk and lean up before speaking.
“I’ll admit, she is quite the firecracker when she wants to be. Even as a little girl, she was a force and I’ll admit…the kid’s had her moments. Ones that have me doubtful of how well she could handle all of this pressure. The last thing I’d ever want is to see her or AMG collapse under the weight. Running a business is hard work..overseeing so many different people and ensuring that things run smoothly. CEO, chief operator, directors or managers. Nobody comes by these titles easily. All of it is a group effort and requires a lot of skill.”
as he continued with his speech, he’d clasp his hands together and take a stern look around the table..making one thing abundantly clear:
“With that being said, there’s no one more qualified to not only oversee this festival but one day, this company as well. Contrary to popular belief, I didn’t take it easy on her, never have and I damn sure won’t now. I also won’t coddle her. This is the test to prove she’s worth her salt and that she’s capable of being a true leader. She screws up then she’s out the door but I believe as always, she’ll pull through for us and make the best of her talents. I trust that you all will place the same amount of faith I have in her and assist as much as possible.” and that was enough for everyone else! Of course, the co-sign would come from the one person who housed enthusiasm in their veins as if they needed it to breathe. “Well I think Mikasa is more than capable and I’m sure she’s gonna do amazing things. Let’s just help her with whatever we need to make this a success.”
Zoe Hange, nightclub owner and interim data analyst; in charge of ensuring that the budgets were in order. As they all reached that consensus, they felt confident in proceeding with the fun part and that was planning the festival. Getting all the acts, deciding the staff and of course, who would be performing! But as they all flipped through their files and scrolled their iPads with presentations on the screen, Vivian would lean over and ask her husband about one more burning question on her mind..
“You know, Eren would make a great addition to this lineup. I think we should make one more effort to get him on board.”
“If you want to go grovel to that brat, be my guest. As far as I’m concerned, he has one more strike before I drop his ass for good. Money and sales aside.” Levi uttered without so much as even lifting his head. But Vivian wasn’t as ready to give up on her protege. And instead, proposed something else..
“I’ll go pay him a visit. It’s been a while since I’ve seen my little mentee anyways. I miss him.” And all Levi could do was laugh because she knew that Vivian looked at EJ as more than just a former backup singer or pianist, she thought of him like her own son and treated him as such so if he were in any type of distress, she’d do whatever to solve it. He also knew there was no arguing with her when she got her mind set on something! Snickering, the president would just scribble down his signature on a few documents as the rest of the table conversed among themselves.
“Well, I trust your judgment, sweetheart. Whatever you think is best. But remember, we only have a month so we don’t have any time to waste on him or anyone else.” With that, she knew she had all the time she needed to make this work. Tomorrow, she’d be heading to his Miami Beach mansion to not only convince him to headline PalmFest.
but ensure his well being above all else.
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Title: Baby
Word count: 1k+
Warnings: pregnany, birth, mjf being emotional
Requested: yes
All in. The biggest event in wrestling history. And here you were, laid in a hospital holding the smallest bundle of joy ever. All the while, your husband was putting on a fantastic zero hour match and of course the main event. Of course it took hours of convincing to get Max to finally agree to still perform, even though everyone would have understood if he called out.
Max, ecstatic as ever to be a dad, looked happier than a kid on Christmas when you revealed your pregnancy to him. Somehow, he managed to look even happier at the final push and the cry of the baby. Just about bursting into tears when he finally held his baby. His attitude and usual snark was long gone, how could he be rude when the tiniest hand was wrapped around his finger?
The plan was never to give birth in London, especially not on All In week, but when does life ever comply with our plans? You and Max had arrived at London a week early, wanting to go sightseeing and explore the city as much as possible. Your baby however, had different plans and decided to come 2 weeks early. While no, you shouldn't have been traveling at 9 months pregnant, you couldn't miss your husband's big moment. Main eventing the biggest event in pro wrestling was huge, and you'd be damned if you weren't there to celebrate his win. Luckily, you were released from the hospital on Friday. Meaning you got to attend the event.
After getting through everyone wanting to see the baby you finally made it to Max's locker room where a monitor was placed for you to watch the show without having to deal with people. You settled in and waited for Max to come in. As he finally made his way to his locker room he couldn't help but smile, he's the happiest he could ever be. He has an amazing partner and a beautiful baby now, and he gets to put on 2 amazing matches with his best friend. Life is finally coming together.
Right as Max goes to open the door, a crew member calls him for his final match of the night, the main event of All In. He must have lost track of time ranting to everyone about his new family. He opens the door and pops his head in, whispering an I love you to you and the bundle of joy before blowing you a kiss and wishing you goodbye.
The match was long, but as it finally came to an end Max was filled with new energy, his usual ring attitude dropped once he remembered his family awaiting him backstage. Asking for a mic the moment he is declared the winner.
"Wow guys, I can't thank you all enough. Not only did 80,000 of you come out to support us, even more of you have shown support for me and my partner. As some of you may have known, my partner, Y/N was pregnant. And I say was because on Monday, the light of my life gave birth to the breath of my soul. I'm a dad now. I'm the world champion and a dad. I couldn't be more grateful. I came out here today and told myself that even if I lost, I still have the two most important things waiting just up that ramp. So, if you'll excuse me, I have to go celebrate and see my babies. Thank you."
Tears filled your eyes at Max's speech, not being on to typically be emotional on TV like that. Wiping your eyes you hear the door open and see a smiling Max. He rushes over to you and his sleeping baby, hugging you both as softly as he could while still managing to put all his love and adoration into it. Placing a kiss on your head and one on the baby's, he mumbles a soft "I love you".
Max couldn't be happier with his family.
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Extra Credit
Professor Erwin Smith x Fem Student Reader
4,092 words - nsfw - minors dni
If there was one thing you were certain of it was that no one was lying when they said college professors were nothing like highschool teachers. Especially in the case of your gorgeous history professor Erwin Smith. Light blue button up struggling to contain him, buttons straining over his built chest and white undershirt peeking out through the gaps.
Everything about him was unbelievably hot, from the way he moved to the way his voice captured the whole room. Many classes you found yourself completely distracted by him, large arms holding textbooks and long fingers pointing at the words he'd written on the board. If it wasn't for his booming voice you'd probably miss more than half of what he was saying. The man really commanded his space, no one could stop themselves from listening to him.
Unfortunately you didn't seem to be retaining enough information, he'd drawn a sad face next to the abysmal grade you'd gotten on his last quiz. You couldn't help but giggle a little at the thought of such a serious man drawing smiley faces on his graded assignments. He'd also jotted down at the bottom of the paper to meet him during his office hours when you had the chance, so you could make up the grade.
Feeling very nervous about speaking one on one with the most beautiful man you've ever seen, you tried your best to seem chill as you waited for him outside his office door. You'd gotten to his office a few minutes early, when you knocked there had been no answer. So you waited. Waiting only made you feel even more nervous though.
"Early, good girl" Erwin smiled as he walked up to you, inside you wanted to scream. Unable to look him in the eye as you greeted him, your vision hit the floor, slowly working up to his face. His slacks were a little too tight and putting his thigh muscles on display, the outline of his manhood made you quickly find something on the floor to look at while he unlocked his door, "come on in, I have a few extra credit options for you."
"Thank you," it came out a mumble as you stepped inside the office, Erwin closing and locking the door behind you made your heart hammer against your chest. There was obviously no dubious reason for him to do that, he probably just didn't want anyone walking in while he worked with you. That's all.
"Please sit, I'll gather the options" he gestured to a chair for you before walking around his desk, rummaging through a drawer before pulling out a folder, "based on your previous work in my class, you'll probably prefer the essay" he said softly, looking over the contents of the folder as he sat down across from you, "but there's also the option to retake the quiz entirely."
"Essay about what?" You watched his hands, they moved so solidly across the papers. Blue veins like raging rivers down his forearms, a simple watch hugging his thick wrist.
"I have a list here" he handed you a paper, seven different essay questions from the last three chapters you'd been working on in class, "pick whichever you'd like. Three pages and due by Monday, please."
You had a busy weekend already, trying to add this paper to the list felt a bit daunting, "maybe it would be easier to retake the quiz" you looked up, the man was loosening his tie as he leaned back in his chair. You felt every hair on your body stand at attention, "I don't have a lot of extra time to work on this" your voice shaking as you placed the paper down on the desk.
"We could do a retake on Tuesday" he leafed through a planner that had been sitting neatly in front of him, "or you could earn the grade another way, today."
Your face heated up, his tone had been completely neutral but it didn't stop your mind from finding the dirtiest option imaginable. You stared at him for a moment, Erwin still looking through his planner. There was no way your hot professor was actually propositioning you for sex for a better grade. That had to just be your mind going wild with ridiculous fantasies.
"Unless you're busy today as well" he closed the planner and looked back at you, though his voice was normal his eyes weren't. Lust and desire swimming in pools of blue, slowly being eaten up by his pupils. Your face was going red, still trying to rationalize that this wasn't actually happening.
"Do you want me to take the quiz again now?" You asked quietly, worried if you spoke any louder you wouldn't be able to keep the words steady. A chuckle escaped him as he pulled at his tie again, this time fully removing it before tossing it on his desk. Your mouth watered as he undid his top two buttons, a lazy smile on his lips.
"Sorry I'm all out of copies at the moment, I was thinking my lesson must not have stuck with you well enough. I'm willing to use this time now to go over the chapters" Erwin spoke slowly, deep voice rather quiet compared to how loudly he spoke in class. You tried to inconspicuously wipe your sweaty hands off on your leggings, feeling extra stupid for thinking he'd meant anything other than something actually educational.
"Yeah, I don't have any other classes for today" you tried to relax, pleased to be getting some extra attention from your professor but still nervous as all hell.
"Wonderful," he smiled before sitting up straight. You watched as he gathered up some papers from the lessons, "now," he cleared his throat and pushed back on his chair away from the desk, "come here" Erwin gestured to the space between him and the desk. Puzzled you slowly stood up, face going hot again as you saw him eye you from head to toe then back up again.
"Should I take the chair?" You asked nervously, he shook his head no and you slowly walked around the solid wooden desk, standing awkwardly in front of him you couldn't find the strength to look at his face.
"On your knees" a gruff whisper that you weren't sure actually escaped him or if your mind was playing twisted tricks on you.
"Pardon?" You looked at him, his bottom lip between his teeth as he sat back in his desk chair. Erwin's eyes were still slowly tracing your body, one hand resting on his strong thigh while the other was gently touching the growing tent in his slacks.
"Get down on your knees" he said louder this time, eyes meeting yours. Your head spun for a moment, either you were having the most vivid amazing dream of your life or you had died and gone to heaven. There was no way any of it was real. After a few blinks you obeyed, sitting back on your heels and looking up at him with rosy cheeks.
"Like this?" You felt the words leave your lips but you weren't sure any sound actually came out.
"Very good" he cooed, you watched in awe as he undid his belt then pants. The fabric was fighting tooth and nail to keep his erection contained, it relaxed as he freed himself. Big. That's all you could think as you watched him slowly stroke his cock. He cleared his throat before scooting his chair closer to you, "you're going to use your mouth, go nice and slow and listen to me okay?" His words were like honey, cock standing proud a few inches from your face.
"Yes sir" you mumbled before sitting up a bit, getting a better angle to try to fit the monster in your mouth. A pleased sigh passed through his lips as your mouth enveloped the head of his cock.
"Good girl," he purred, one his large hands tangled in your hair. He gently patted your head as you began sucking in as much of him as you could, remembering to move slowly as he asked. A few quiet breaths before he began speaking, "now let's go over the Renaissance" you continued slowly sucking on his cock, one hand keeping your balance on his knee while the other pumped the bottom half of his cock.
Erwin sat still, keeping his reactions to you at a minimum as he spoke. He reassured you every now and then that you were doing a great job, he'd comb his fingers through your hair as he spoke. You still weren't sure this was actually happening.
"You got the section on humanism incorrect as well" he used his free hand to look over your quiz, "do you remember when we went over classical antiquity?" He looked down at you, your eyes met and he shivered. You felt his cock twitch against your tongue, you nodded yes as you continued sucking and looking up into his eyes. Blue completely gone now. He let out a small sigh and hung his head back, enjoying your mouth for a moment before continuing his lesson.
The heat between your thighs was becoming unbearable. You found using the heel of your shoe to rub yourself on was good enough for the moment, but god did you want to put what was in your mouth down there instead. You listened to him speak, his voice sounded so sexy and rough as he went on with his lesson. Every few words his breath was a little shaky, but he still wasn't reacting much. You wondered if he would at all, if he'd let you hear him moan in ecstasy or if he'd be just as serious looking when he finally finished.
"The goal of the Italian Renaissance humanists of the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries was the study of the humanities, is the main take away from that section" he said lowly, his hand in your hair moved down until the palm was at the base of your skull, "you've done so well, but I want you take in more" he pushed your head down, forcing more of his length into your mouth. You gagged as the tip entered your throat, "good girl, just like that" he purred.
He kept pushing you down lower for a few more minutes, releasing you to let you breathe. You caught your breath and looked up at him, his hand slowly stroking his dick wet with your spit. You quickly took over, lips back around his girth as he hummed happily.
"You're such an excellent student" he held your head with both hands, "this is the first quiz you haven't passed" he thrust into your mouth, forcing his entire length into your throat making you choke, "just relax, there you go" he grunted as he fucked into your mouth before letting go and letting you take control again, "you can go a little faster, I'm almost done here" Erwin returned his attention to your quiz as tears streamed down your cheeks, throat burning a bit as you swallowed excess spit.
Swallowing around his cock made him moan unexpectedly, his hand over his mouth like he hadn't meant to only made it sexier. You wanted to make him moan more, desperate to make him unravel. The thought this could end with you bent over his desk and fully stuffed with his cock had you rocking your hips against your heel even harder.
"You did well on the art section, so I'll skip that one" his breathing was getting more erratic, but he was holding onto that neutral tone still, "let's go over the technology section now."
You continued bobbing on his cock, taking him until your throat couldn't handle it anymore before popping off the tip. With how much your mouth was watering for him, his cock was dripping with your spit. It was rolling down his shaft and over your hands, a small puddle forming on his boxers covering his balls. God his balls, you wanted to take his pants completely off so you could them. They were big too, you could tell through his underwear.
"Sir?" You interrupted him, breathing heavy as you looked up at him through wet lashes. He chewed his bottom lip and looked down at you, hand still stroking his cock as you figured out how to say your thoughts aloud.
"I want to suck on your balls too" you whispered, struggling to maintain eye contact but knew you wanted to see his reaction to your words. For good reason too, the question certainly riled him up. His eyes went wide for a moment, a smile pulled the corners of his lips up as he mulled over a response.
"Answer a few questions and I'll let you" Erwin exhaled, "what's an arquebus?"
"It's a gun" you answered, hand still stroking his spit covered cock.
"I need more than that for full points" he chuckled.
"It's a musket that was first used by the ottoman empire in the fifteenth century" you said softly, eyes trained in his cock as you watched your hand move up his entire length then back down again.
"Good girl" he smiled, "name another gun, this one from sixteenth century, and I'll let you suck my balls" Erwin purred.
"Um," you thought for a moment while you watched his length in your palm, "the grenade musket?" You looked up at him unsure.
"You're listening so well" he smiled wider, "here," he backed up his chair and stood up kicking off his shoes before fully removing his slacks and boxers. You watched as he folded them neatly and placed them on his desk, his erection drooling precum as he worked. You were right, his balls were large, they bounced against his thigh as he sat back down, "go one" he presented himself to you and you hungrily reveled in your earnings.
Stroking his cock with one hand, you gripped his thigh for balance as you sucked one of his nuts into your mouth. Releasing it with a loud, wet pop before sucking on the other. Erwin gently played with your hair, watching his student diligently suck and lick at his tightening ball sack.
"Just a bit more and then I'll have you answer a couple more questions" his voice was so deep and raspy, "if you get them all right I'll change your grade and I'll give you an extra reward for being such a good student for me today."
Erwin finished the last of his lesson, face flushed and balls twitching for release in your hands. For a few moments he let out low groans as he watched you worshiping his cock, his large hands pushing your hair from your face so he could look into your eyes.
"Good girl, just a little bit more then you have to swallow it all okay?" You nodded in understanding before dedicating yourself to making Erwin cum. Little moans and left his lips, his fingers raking through your hair trembled a bit as he got closer and closer to climax, "yes, just like that" he purred, voice rough and low, "such a good girl" he grunted, hands tightly gripping your hair in fists. He pushed you down as he thrusted up into your throat, thick bitter cum filling your mouth. You looked up at him with wet eyes, swallowing his large load as fast as you could before the excess could spill out.
Erwin caught his breath, hands releasing your hair slowly. Strands that had broken in his tight grip clung to his skin as he leaned back, cock twitching between your lips. A few more spurts filled your mouth again before you finally removed it. Licking your lips you waited to find out what happens next, thrilled beyond belief at the wild sexy ideas rapidly churning in your mind.
"Three questions, then your reward if you get them all correct" he smiled down at you, you nodded your head and waited with baited breath, "we'll just do vocabulary to make things easy, one: humanism."
"A philosophy during the Renaissance that valued human thoughts and ideas. It led to the study of classical writings and art" you answered shakily, your heat desperate for whatever reward was in store for you.
"Good, two: printing press" Erwin ran his fingers through his own hair, watching you look up at him needily.
"A machine for reproducing written material with ink" your thighs trembled below you, you could feel the stick wetness in your panties squishing as you rubbed your legs together.
"Three: indulgence" he chewed his lip, eyes fluttering closed as he waited for your answer.
"A pardon that released someone from punishment for their sins" you whispered out the answer, awaiting the sinful reward you were bound to receive.
"Very good" he stood up, cock half hard smacking against his thigh as he moved his chair, "remove your pants" he said over his shoulder as he pushed the chair against the wall. You did as requested, excited to feel him inside you, "elbows on the desk" he turned to face you as he finished unbuttoning his shirt, letting the cotton button up fall off his shoulders before he tugged off the white undershirt. You stood in awe of him for a moment, drinking in the sight of his beautifully chiseled body.
You turned and pressed your elbows and palms on the desk, feeling a little nervous about his eyes on your exposed holes. You gasped as his large, warm hands gently ran down your ass then thighs. You heard him moving behind you, your eyes squeezed shut as you waited for him to do something. A surprised moan escaped you at the feeling of his tongue dragging over your slit, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he began a steady pace for lapping at your soaked cunt.
"Fuck" you breathed out, face pressed against the desk as Erwin earnestly devoured your pussy. He didn't let up as you trembled, his face pushing hard against you as he held your legs open, "oh my god!" You gasped as he inserted a finger, pushing deep inside you as he kept licking and sucking at your folds. He moved his finger inside you steadily faster and faster pulling whines and moans from your lips.
"You taste delicious" he purred, breath hot against your wet skin. He leaned back to watch his finger disappearing inside you before adding a second, making you moan even louder, "quiet down a bit" he chuckled, "the room isn't sound proof" he got back to eating you as you tried, and failed, to keep your voice down. A few more loud moans, muffled a bit by your hands, left you before your pussy began spasming around his fingers just on the edge of climax. He chuckled as he pulled out of you, standing up he pressed the head of his cock against your hole.
"Please Professor Smith" you begged, wiggling your ass impatiently, his strong hand holding your hip as he slowly impaled you, "amazing!" You mewled as his girth stretched you, a low groan left him once he was fully buried in you.
"Ready?" He murmured, leaning down to kiss the back of your neck.
"Yes, please fuck me sir!" You whined and he quickly gave it to you. His hips slamming into you over and over, large balls slapping your clit pulling back strings your arousal each time they swayed away again. Erwin held your waist tightly, gruff moans in the back of your neck as he filled you with his cock.
"I'd love to have some more extra study sessions with you in the future" he purred in your ear as he slowed his hips, feeling your pussy trembling from your first orgasm, "I think it would really benefit you to have more one on one tutoring from me" he slammed in hard and stayed put, "right baby girl?" He kissed down the back of your neck as you whimpered out yes a few times.
Large, hot hands feathered up your stomach under your shirt until he reached your breasts. His mouth still connected to your nape as he kneaded the supple flesh, his hips began slowly moving again. He thrusted slowly, fully to the hilt before pulling almost completely out again. He kept the slow pace for a few minutes as he murmured about how amazing it felt to be inside you. Erwin pulled you up with him as stood up a bit, hands still on your breasts as he fucked up into you.
"Take your shirt off and sit on my desk" he breathed out as he released you. Head fuzzy and legs barely able to hold you up you did as he said, sitting completely bare on his desk Erwin smiled lazily and looked you up and down before standing between your thighs. He pulled your ass to the edge until your pussy hit his cock, "ready?" He smiled, inserting himself before you could even finish saying yes. You wrapped your legs around his hips as he fucked you, your hands holding his biceps as his hands wandered your exposed skin.
"So good, so good!" You whined out, hanging your head back as the second orgasm washed over you. Erwin leaned down to kiss your throat, nipping gently at the skin as his hips slowed down again. He pushed you onto your back, hands squeezing your breasts as he watched his cock push into you.
"I'm close" he whispered, grabbing your legs by the backs of your knees. Erwin pressed your knees to your chest, fucking as deep into you as he possibly could. Moving slowly to feel every inch of your insides as he could as you moaned and whimpered below him, body overheating and mind completely fucked dumb. A few more thrusts and he pushed all the way in, his cock twitching for release as he forced himself not to cum. Slowly he dragged out of you before exploding white ropes on your stomach and chest.
Erwin let go of your legs and opened one of his drawers on the desk, pulling out a tissue box he attempted to clean you off. His hands shaking and eyes struggling to focus, tissues too weak to soak up the mess he'd made.
"I'm sorry, just give me a moment" he mumbled, cock still drooling cum on his leg as he tried to focus. Instead he dropped to his knees and began eating you out again, overstimulation making it impossible to hold back your moaning. He licked up your slit then over your stomach, eating his seed off your skin as he slowly rose to his feet again. He murmured apologies as he licked you all over, getting distracted from the task of getting his cum off you to suck on your nipples.
"Please, professor" you whined, head hung back as he fingered you and sucked on your breasts, "it's too much, I can't handle any more" you whimpered, hands pawing at his muscular back.
"Just a little more" he smiled against your skin, "I'm getting hard again, do you think you can hold out for a little long?" You looked up at him through hazy eyes, Erwin was disheveled in the sexiest way imaginable. The thought that this man was so desperate to get his cock back inside you enough to make your pussy pulse around his fingers.
"I can take it" you watched his eyes fill with delight as he stood up.
"Thank you" he purred, "you're the best student I've ever had" his breath hitched as he pushed his cock back inside your overused hole, his shape still fucked into you he slid in easily. You let your professor have his way with you for another round, this one much shorter than the last. He at least had you suck him as he finished, cumming in your mouth required less cleanup. The two of you spent and panting, sitting on the floor of his office he pulled you into his wide chest, planting sloppy kisses on your cheek.
"Professor Smith?" You swallowed nervously, the reality of it all hitting you.
"Call me Erwin" he purred back, kissing down your neck.
"Now what?" You held back a whine in reaction to his lips on your skin.
"Well," he sat up straight and cleared his throat, "why don't we schedule your extra study sessions for Fridays" he smiled, "you'll be a top student in no time."
#aot fanfiction#erwin smith#erwin smut#erwin smith x reader#erwin has been on my mind lately and I ended up writing this#i wanted him to be a history professor and the only subject i could think about was the renaissance#its up to you to decide if he does this all the time or if you're special#i almost had reader calling him daddy but i went with sir instead because that felt less cringe~
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"Emotions And Realizations" Dick Grayson x Reader
(A/N: Part Four in the soulmate au series with 1960s Robin/Dick Grayson.
Last time we saw a secret spread through the city, trust broken, and soulmates having milkshakes. But wait. The most frustrating and exciting is yet to come!
Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Reader has social anxiety? Use of (mx) and (Y/N). Dick Grayson is the sweetest person. Reader’s guardian is a doorknob/something else.
Word Count: 10,031 words)
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A quiet Sunday morning in Gotham City and all appeared to be normal. Weekend activities went as planned. The weather was beautiful. Birds chirped happily.
This stinks. You thought with a low huff.
In the study, the open history book on the desk hardly had your attention. A scratch piece of paper had more ink marks than your list of assignment answers.
An ‘attitude’? Are they serious? I’ve barely said anything to them since Monday. I’ve been neutral. Civil.
As of returning home on Saturday from the Wayne Manor, you were officially grounded.
You were in trouble. For what? What wrong had you done?
According to your guardian, you were in trouble for the next week. Reasonings being: of how you acted on Monday, your attitude for the past week, for not letting them know ahead of time you were going to see Dick Grayson, and missing a lunch they had planned with a friend on Saturday.
They didn’t exactly tell me about the lunch yesterday. Oh, but they’re disappointed. ‘You embarrassed me’. Sorry. Didn’t meant to. I’m not perfect.
You leaned back in the chair, glad you were alone in the room. Comfortable clothes gave you emotional support.
And then the whole: ‘Your punishment will be longer if you don’t do well on those quizzes coming up.’ Really? As if I don’t do my best every day? School isn’t easy. How much more well-behaved do I have to be? I don’t talk and it’s good, but if I don’t talk it’s bad?
Tapping the chair, you did your best to get out the energy fueled by frustration. Quietly. Always quietly.
No phone, you thought over the restrictions, and no desserts!
Four months ago it would had been a punishment in your favor. But, as of late, you had your soulmate physically in your life. Plus no desserts was unusual punishment.
You couldn’t even call to let Dick know. You were afraid to ask.
And Saturday had been so wonderful.
Attempting to return to the textbook failed. Again.
They’re just upset I wasn’t at the lunch. I’m not going to be home every second or available whenever. I don’t overhear every phone call they have. I’m bound to forget at least one thing.
Being grounded days after ‘offenses’ seemed to be reaching for more reasons to justify it all.
I’m not the one who broke a promise — spreading a secret that wasn’t theirs! People kept questioning me and—
Frustrations were high. Tension rekindling at home.
Knuckles popped and shoulders squared.
You huffed again.
Did you ever forgive your guardian for pushing you towards the Penguin or telling your secret? No. Definitely no in the near future either.
You figured the pushing towards a criminal was just really bad judgement. What else could it be?
The breaking a promise was something you would not forget and you’d be careful what you shared in the future with them.
To think, in contrast, you were becoming more comfortable sharing thoughts with Dick. He was a fantastic listener. A gosh darn good conversationalist too.
We don’t even have to talk. You thought and rolled the pen around with your fingers. Your thoughts going back to Saturday. He was so tired. If we were anywhere else, would he put his head down?
Exhaling, soon your shoulders relaxed. Thoughts of you soulmate playing in your mind.
Music played throughout the room. Just enough to keep the study from being so empty of sound.
Your textbook remained on the desk forgotten. It would have its time. Whenever you decided upon it.
Keeping your attention elsewhere was much more satisfying. Right where you wanted it.
In turn, the desk chair had been moved to the front of the loveseat where Dick was laying down.
“Tired?” You asked and brushed back a stray lock of hair from his forehead.
“No.”
“No?” You rested your forearms on your thighs as you leaned forward.
Dick cracked a smile.
“Then what are you doing here laying down? Testing the cushions?”
“I was waiting for you to finish with homework.”
“Well, I’m finished for now.”
“For now?” He questioned, tilting his head to see you better.
“Uh-huh.”
You watched on as Dick took ahold of your hands and brought them to his chest. Comfortable.
“You work too much.”
“So do you.” You poked his sweater-covered chest.
Bringing your hands up, he kissed your finger.
A familiar warmth flooded your chest.
You blinked and flexed your hands.
The textbook was still in front of you. Waiting. Your hands were no where near anyone else’s.
Okay, you thought. Aware of time spent being unproductive.
That word could ruin any mood.
Unproductive. You scoffed. I’m not a machine. If I want to think about my soulmate kissing— Wait…um.
His lips touched your fingertip. Softly and soon smiling.
Sitting there, you wondered and searched your mind to see if this was the first time you had thought of Dick in that way. Surely it wasn’t out of no where.
Did it matter if you didn’t know?
Thinking of playing with Dick’s hair and having soft domestic moments felt natural. As if that calmness could be a vacation of its own.
Why wouldn’t you daydream of that? It was cute.
Imagining kicking the Penguin’s butt was one thing, but picturing a casual day was really nice. It could happen.
I mean…I never thought I’d be comfortable kissing someone’s cheek without being awkward. And he’s definitely okay with it. You smiled at the thought. Feeling his emotions is a bonus then.
You smiled down into your textbook.
The assignment still incomplete and waiting.
Hearing a voice muffled in another room, your hands tensed.
Your guardian was probably on the phone again.
Just finish here, you thought.
The lightness in your chest seemed to fold in on itself and dissolve. It made your stomach feel heavy.
Dick and I are friends. That’s better than anything I could ask for. We get to see each other and talk when we can. Kissing his cheek is…common in cultures and holding hands—that’s just what we do. We trust each other. You pressed your lips together and thought, we’re soulmates. And he’s literally Robin.
Slouching in the chair, you fought the urge to kick the desk.
“I really need to focus.” You muttered.
The assignment involved vocabulary from history.
Forcing yourself to sit upright, you looked at the text.
Huh. This would put even Dick to sleep, you mused. It’s just copying down the definition. It’s boring, but easy. If only the definitions weren’t so long.
Your hand took up the pen and jotted down the correct words. Such a mundane and mind numbing task with the copying.
Each word hardly left an echo in your mind. Sounds of the pen scrawling over paper only made you more aware of how quiet it was in the study. How alone you were when for once you did not want to be.
You desired good, genuine company. Even in the tiniest amount. Something positive to outweigh the rest.
You could almost hear Dick. His voice memorized and unforgettable in your mind.
Dick had a book in his hand as he sat comfortably on the loveseat.
“I think your favorite part is next,” he said with his nose buried in the book’s pages.
Muscles in your hand cramped, but your wrote on. Writing faster meant it would be finished before you declared it stupid and overly boring.
“I can read it to you, if you’d like?”
“You would do that?” You asked.
“Sure.”
Your hand stilled after you set down the pen. Aches slowly leaving your muscles.
Assignment complete.
You sat back and inhaled slowly.
Hopping onto the cushion beside Dick, you snuggled into his side.
“Holy racing car, you’re fast.”
“My hand hurts a little, but it’ll be fine.”
Expecting him to read out loud, you were surprised by Dick drawing an invisible smiley face on your forehead.
A cozy feeling blossomed in your chest.
“What was that for?” You questioned and wrapped your arms around his middle.
“To keep your frown away.”
“I think it worked,” you said with a smile.
Imagination could only get so far if it remained in your mind.
Beautiful words and fanciful thoughts could remain hidden with emotions if you wanted or you could put them to use. Learn from them.
A new project? Was it a good time to start one?
It wasn’t as if your guardian would know.
✧ ✧ ✧
Monday afternoon at the Wayne Manor was business as usual. Bruce Wayne read quietly as his youthful ward, Dick Grayson, completed homework.
Smiling to himself, Dick closed his textbook.
“All finished?” Bruce asked.
“Yup. The equations weren’t so tough today.” Dick gathered his belongings.
“That’s good to hear.”
Heading out of the room, Dick announced, “I’ll be right back.”
Taking the steps in quick succession, he cleared the stairs on his way to his bedroom.
I bet (Y/N) can finish homework faster, he thought. Maybe not as fast as them guessing books.
On Saturday, they all had done just that in the manor. Teaming up and guessing stories by describing characters made time fly by. Almost too quickly for Dick.
All the happiness of Saturday made Sunday feel off. Dick presumed it was from your absence. With only your emotions to accompany him, he still missed you. Perhaps more so if he couldn’t sense anything.
Yet there was not phone call that night to soothe him.
He lost track of time and he figured you were watching a movie. One you were eager to see. He didn’t want to bother or interrupt.
Dick only hoped that your many emotions were the results of watching the television and nothing more.
Wishing the best for you was what he’d always done. Even prior to meeting you.
Knowing you made him want to share the best with you.
Dick Grayson’s smile returned.
Yes, his schoolwork was put away, but that only freed up space in his mind to think of his soulmate.
He knew why.
Holding hands and drinking milkshakes answered questions he didn’t know he had.
Dick Grayson had a crush on his soulmate. He’d had a crush for a while.
Being together on Saturday only solidified his realization. Holding hands more consciously than reflexively. You were closer, more open with each other.
To contain that knowledge and excitement was near impossible.
Dick was on the verge of telling Bruce.
Why not? He was so happy. He couldn’t keep that to himself. He shouldn’t have to.
I wonder what Bruce will think. The youth thought as he exited his room. I forgot to tell him. Gosh. How busy can we get?
Descending the stairs took him seconds.
Getting Bruce Wayne’s attention took less.
“Hey, Bruce?” The ward called as he returned to the sitting room.
“Yes? What is it, Dick?”
“(Y/N) is really swell.”
Bruce smirked as if he knew what was on the young man’s mind.
“And their smile is the brightest I’ve ever seen.” He sat down on the nearest armchair. “If you could mashup beautiful and handsome in one word—that’d be a word I’d use for them.”
“Both words can be used in exchange for the other depending on context.”
“Gosh, Bruce, I didn’t think of that, but…there should be another word that multiplies the meaning.”
“And why is that?”
“Because saying they’re good-looking after saying how intelligent they are doesn’t sound right..” Dick rested his chin on his hand. “I mean—they are lovely too.”
“Yes. You said as much yesterday and after they left on Saturday.” He smirked again.
“Oh.” His hands folded in his lap. “I guess, I did.”
“It’s alright, Dick.” Bruce reassured him. “It makes me wonder if I’m the only person you should be telling this to.”
His eyes widened. It hadn’t occurred to Dick to consider telling you how wonderful of a person you were. Well, in the right situation anyway. That was only half of it.
He’d never complimented you at that level in full.
“I don’t think I’m ready to tell (Y/N) how I feel—I know that sounds ridiculous. We sense each other’s emotions, for crying out loud!” He sighed, “The problem is: I don’t know where I’d start. They’re practically my best friend.”
“That’s not the worst problem to have.”
“I know. Having a soulmate is the complete opposite of a problem.”
Bruce smiled and stated, “You two get along very well.”
“And (Y/N) knows more about me than other students at school.” Dick chuckled to himself and added, “At the student council meeting today, I imagined what it’d be like with (Y/N) there. They’d have great ideas. I could take a good guess what their responses would have been too.”
Not many people had mentioned the word ‘soulmates’ at school, but Dick knew they would if you were there with him. He was confident he could handle it.
But what about you?
How would you feel about it?
How would you react to Dick’s developing emotions?
“Is it too soon to tell them? I don’t want to make them uncomfortable.”
“There is no set time frame,” said Bruce. “Your concern for them shows how much you care for their well-being. Keep that in mind as you move forward.”
“That’s just it,” Dick sighed. “I don’t know when, but I’d love to now.”
“Don’t stress too much on the subject, old chum. Trust in the connection you two have and let the rest come naturally.”
Sitting up straight, Dick said, “Gosh, you’re right, Bruce. I’m worrying about something that hasn’t happened. It’s silly.”
“But you care.”
Dick nodded.
Of course Dick Grayson cared about his soulmate. He cared deeply.
If he felt a fluctuation of negative emotions from you, he wanted to know the cause. To be there with you would surely allow him to offer help or support.
Glancing up at the time, he figured you were definitely working on something. Not that the time was his main clue, however your undulating feeling of frustration. Either way, he could only suppose.
Would it be alright to call now? Dick wondered as he yearned to hear from you. It’s not late. Heck, it’s early!
He wrung his hands together.
“May I use the phone?” Dick asked, arms posed and ready to move.
“You may.”
Dick didn’t need to be told twice.
Leaning over to the side table, he picked up the phone and dialed your number.
I should ask what they watched last night.
The phone rang on the other end.
Or if anything interesting happened in class. Or if that spider came back. It had a name—
“Hello?” Your guardian’s voice sounded.
“Hello. It’s Dick Grayson. Is—?”
“Hello! How are you?” They interrupted with enthusiasm.
“I’m well. Thank you. How—?”
“I haven’t heard from you in so long. You must all be so busy in that manor. I can only imagine how many charities are planned. My friend and I — we met in college — we’ve been trying to talk their sister into hosting an event later in the summer. I’d love it sooner, but those things take forever to plan. Don’t they?”
“I believe so.”
Dick sat down and wondered how he became reeled into the conversation.
“I feel as if it’s been too long since I’ve been to a dinner party. The one my neighbor held was more of a night out. We weren’t at her place long. They have a fabulous music room. Even a harp.” They sighed longingly. “I always wanted a music room, but we have the study instead. At this rate it’ll turn into a library.”
“(Y/N) loves to read,” Dick piped up, “and they love music.”
“Very true.” Their tone was flat, but attentive.
He took his chance, “Is (Y/N) there? May I speak to them?”
“They’re here.”
He smiled.
“But they can not use the phone—.”
“What? Why? Are they all right?” Dick gripped the phone tightly.
“Their phone privileges are suspended and they can not go out until their punishment is over.” They stated calmly; adding nothing further.
It was too calm for Dick’s liking.
“Alright, I understand.” He swallowed down his rising emotions. “Can you let them know I called, please?”
“Sure. Don’t be a stranger.”
Dick could picture their smile with their chirper voice. It irritated him as he hung up the phone.
“What is it, Dick?” Bruce asked, giving his ward his full attention.
“(Y/N) isn’t allowed to use the phone because they’re in trouble,” Dick wiped his palms on his trousers, “but I don’t know what they did.” Confusion and shock lingered in his voice.
“Oh.” He said softly. “You spoke with their guardian.”
“They didn’t even sound angry or…concerned. They were too busy talking about planning a party.”
“This is unexpected news.”
“You’re telling me.” He sat back with a huff.
“Dick, this maybe a good time to practice patience. Their punishment will not last forever.”
“But they’re innocent.” He leaned forward, fist hitting the chair. “I can’t—I won’t believe they did anything wrong.”
Bruce only nodded. There was not much else to say if they weren’t given even half a story for explanation.
It was out of their hands.
Dick didn’t know when he’d hear from you or see you next. He could only feel your emotions. He couldn’t do anything else. Again, he was powerless. Back to the beginning.
But they’re innocent. What could they have possibly done? Dick thought woefully. Now Aunt Harriet will have something else against their guardian. Not just spreading our secret. … How long do punishments last?
✧ ✧ ✧
Gotham City, peaceful and busy as usual. The end of the work week was approaching and most were thrilled for the upcoming weekend.
For you, the week was going by slowly at school and quick at home. A real drag, really. Not much in your favor. It was only Thursday and your to-do list grew.
I’m going to need to rewrite the to-do list, you thought, already picturing the side notes and scratch marks on the paper. Nearing the end of the semester and it’s a mess. Kind of like this week.
Stepping lively, you were well on your way to the Gotham City Library. The second stop on your search for a book. Your friend Lucy had recommended it the day before.
The end of year essay wasn’t going to write itself and what you needed wasn’t even in your school’s shelves. Even the book store near home was lacking, but you had checked first—just in case.
It was up to you to make it happen.
Too bad it had to include asking your guardian’s permission in the morning. In any other situation it would be fine, but there was the punishment clinging to your every move. Making you second guess yourself and your actions.
So you walked on. With the huge library in sight, you grew impatient, wanting the week to be over. Again.
How ridiculously repetitive.
At least the topic of your paper would ease away from that. It would give you something interesting to focus on.
For once, you just really needed to be anywhere but at home. A breather. Time to decompress and just be.
The trip to the library was a small piece of that. A library had much to offer to citizens after all.
✧ ✧ ✧
Just outside of Gotham City, inside the Wayne Manor, young Dick Grayson worked diligently on his school essay. Ever the prudent student.
Not many things could distract him from a goal. He was well versed in work ethic.
Yet there was for certain one thing that could make Dick rush out of a room.
“Excuse me, Master Dick.”
The youth peered up from his papers.
“A phone call from a certain soulmate.” Alfred smiled.
He leapt to his feet, shouting, “Holy rule breaking!”
“So it seems.”
“Thank you, Alfred,” Dick said before tearing through the house to reach the phone. One of them at least.
Bruce Wayne was already pointing in the right direction as Dick peeled around the corner.
“Thank you!” Dick called over his shoulder.
Coming to a halt by a small table, Dick brought the phone to his ear.
“Hello? (Y/N)?” He did his best not to shout in his excitement. Dick was ever so eager to hear from you.
“Dick, hey,” your voice greeted him warmly.
A smile spread across the youth’s face.
“How are you? Your guardian said you weren’t allowed to use the phone. Are you not in trouble any more?”
“I’m okay,” you answered. “I…uh, I’m at the Gotham City Library—the big one. And technically, I shouldn’t be calling you.”
“You’re still in trouble? Why?”
“That’s what I wanted to tell you. My guardian hadn’t told anyone on the phone, so I figured that included you.”
“They told you that I called?”
“Only that you called.” You clarified. “They’re upset I missed a lunch with them and a friend of theirs on Saturday, that I hadn’t talked to them that week, and other ridiculous stuff that they chose now to pin against me.” You huffed, irritated.
“That’s terrible. They’re the one who couldn’t keep a secret. For a day.”
“It’ll be fine. They’re just embarrassed, I guess, that they had to make an excuse why I wasn’t with them for lunch. They’ll forget about it eventually or get over it.”
Dick held the phone closer.
“Are you sure you’re alright?”
“I’m fine.” You said. “Just need to grab a book for the essay.”
Hmm. They don’t seem fine.
“What were you writing for your paper?” He asked, his mind coming up with a plan.
“Edgar Allan Poe writings.”
“Oh.”
“I’m hoping the book isn’t checked out here too.”
“Alright. You should go find it before someone else does.” He advised and checked the clock.
I’ve got time.
“True.”
It’s a huge library.
“Hopefully, we can talk again soon. I just wanted to call and not leave you with so any questions without answers.”
“Thanks.” Dick said. “I really appreciate it. I’ve been running in circles trying to figure out why you, of all people in the world, were in trouble.”
“Bad luck?”
“You don’t have bad luck.”
“Not with you.”
His shoulders relaxed and his smile softened.
“Anyway. I should go. I’ll miss you. Take care, okay?”
“I will. I hope you find everything.”
“Me too. Bye.”
“Bye.”
Hanging up the phone, Dick Grayson felt no ill feelings for not saying how he’d miss you.
No, because Dick had decided on going to the same library.
“Hey, Bruce,” he said as he raced upstairs, “I have to go to the library.”
Practically flying through the manor, Dick retrieved his car keys, and headed back downstairs.
“Dick.”
The youth stopped in his tracks.
“We can not do anything about (Y/N)’s punishment because it is a personal household matter.”
“I know,” he replied despairingly. His whole body seemed to weigh down with the knowledge.
“Good and I trust you’ll help them the best of your ability without breaking the guidelines of their punishment.”
“I promise, Bruce,” he urged, “and I promise I’ll be back soon to work more on my paper.”
So Dick Grayson was on a solo mission. His goals were formed with good intentions.
Could he make it to the library in time to see you?
✧ ✧ ✧
Shelves of knowledge stood proud and ready for the minds of Gotham City. Its largest library had much to offer.
Peering around at the next aisle, you hoped you were in the correct section.
This makes my school’s library look like a forgotten storage room, you thought. At least it’s organized. No wonder Lucy told me I’d like it here. You snuck a peek at the spines of some books. And I also know why Lucy had to save Elliot—he’d get lost in a one-room apartment. You shook your head.
Your friends really were something else. Charming, full of personality, and very much a bunch of teenagers.
The same teenagers who thought you were pranking them when you mentioned your punishment. Too bad their laughter ended, you missed the sound. Yet their sudden change to rage may have added fuel to your inner rebellion. Perhaps a little.
In such a large library, you were definitely calmer than you would had been at home with your guardian.
Calm was soft within you, however there was a bubbling delight from Dick. Through your soulmate bond, it was feeling less muffled as it increased rapidly.
What is he doing? You wondered and read a few more spines of books, still searching. It might be on the other bookcase. This is still the beginning of the authors alphabetically.
You sighed.
Quietly, someone walked up beside you on your left.
“Jane Austen, huh?”
Your confusion hit you like a wall. You knew that voice.
Turning, you were instantly met with familiar bright blue eyes and a wide smile.
“What are you doing here?”
“I came to see you.” Dick beamed. His excitement shining through.
“Are you crazy? I’m in trouble. If my guardian finds out you were here too, I’ll be worse off.”
“Are they here?” He glanced around rapidly.
“No.”
“They won’t find out.”
It scared you to think if otherwise they did.
Closing your eyes, you exhaled slowly.
Breathe. We’re fine. We’re okay.
“Are you upset I came?” He asked.
Your eyes snapped open and your shoulders dropped.
“No. Of course not.” You ducked your head. “I’m sorry. I’m just on edge because of everything at home and I’m tired. I don’t mean to push anything at you.”
Gently, Dick brought you into a hug. Keeping you close.
An almost reset to the scratchy emotions that plagued you happened. Setting you both back to calm. At ease in one another’s presence.
Pulling out of the hug, Dick suggested, “How about I help you find the right book?”
“That’d be great and much appreciated.”
The search was on.
It was the largest library in Gotham City. Where better to find the sources you needed?
“The Odyssey?” Dick read aloud.
“Not quite.” You smiled and continued searching the shelf below. “If we find any Shakespeare, we’ve gone too far. So no Othello either.”
“Hmph.”
“My friend Elliot was writing his essay about the creatures in The Odyssey, I think. Either that or the physics of the bow.” You shrugged. “Our teacher wouldn’t let Charlotte write about her treasure theories.”
“Treasure theories?”
“Hidden treasures, ancient texts, and stuff like that.”
“Cool.”
“I know. Too cool for the teacher, I guess.”
Both of you finished checking a whole bookcase before skipping over to the one further along the wall. Being thorough was an unspoken deal.
With Dick there, you could search twice as fast. Not that it was a race, however being as you both went left to right looking through two shelves—it mirrored a carnival game.
Your soulmate was solely focused on helping you find the right back. It was endearing.
Having gone through another week of unforeseen obstacles, you didn’t scold yourself from sneaking glances at him. You were curious of how he reacted to the world and its stories.
Dick Grayson was different than your other friends and those you spoke to at school. Super excitable and incredibly polite. He wasn’t one to gossip about other people to keep you in the know. There was a sincere gentleness instead of a bluntness with a hint of humor to soften the words.
Being around Dick, you were less inclined to feel out of place if you said something ‘weird’ or if you expressed how you had never done something. With him, you felt comfortable. As if the chance of looking or sounding odd was extremely low, so there was no need to second guess how you presented yourself.
Out of everyone in your life, your soulmate was the most unlikely person to ever make fun of you. No being the butt of a joke. No unnecessary comments because someone twisted your words. There was Dick’s unique personality and caring nature. And so much more.
I’m lucky we even met, you thought. He’s also The Boy Wonder in his spare time. Don’t know the odds of that.
Your fingers brushed passed the last book of that row.
“Still nothing. No Poe.”
“Ancient structures?” Dick read aloud before his gaze searched for you. There was a humorous lilt to his tone.
Shaking your head, you offered him a smile.
“What’s that doing here?”
He shrugged.
“Maybe next year I’ll write about those arches that stand against gravity with the power of math,” you mused and kneeled down to check more books.
“I don’t think that narrows it down. Which one?” He asked as he knelt down with you.
“The ones with all the same small rectangles except the top center piece. That one keeps it from moving or falling.”
“Oh. That would be much different than the one you’re writing now.”
“True, but my decision isn’t set in stone.”
Full grin appearing, Dick shook his head. It was hardly a disapproval.
“Did you set me up for that?” Inquired Dick.
“It was a last minute thought. If I preplanned it, you’d hopefully be laughing.”
“I would.”
“Alright.” You continued smiling. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Why’s he so smiley today? We’ve barely done anything.
Remaining in the fiction section, there was almost an endless amount of stories to dive into. Adventures, mysteries, romances, thrillers, and poetry.
Only one was on your list.
We already passed Austen and Homer. Come on. Where is it? You thought.
That was when you saw it: Edgar Allan Poe.
Ah ha!
Dick’s attention was on your before you made a move for the book. No doubt sensing your thrill of finally finding what you were after.
“I was beginning to get worried,” you muttered.
Grabbing the book from the shelf, you flipped through to the table of contents and stood up.
“Oh, good. It has all of his works. I mean, obviously.”
You offered Dick to flip through it.
“The Complete Tales And Poems of Edgar Allan Poe,” he read. “Aren’t some of these stories sad?” He stood beside you.
“In a way, but mostly a darker tone than reading a theatrical tragedy. It’s the mood.”
He turned a few pages.
“Poe did have a lot of….sad times in his life.”
Closing the book and handing it back to you, Dick asked, “Why did you choose his works?”
“How about I give you a copy of my paper when I’m finished and you can get a different view?”
His blue eyes seemed to sparkle with his eagerness.
“Gee, really? I’d love to read it.”
Dick’s eagerness felt as if it collided and twisted with your own. Merging into a warmth that had you both smiling.
“Alright, but I have to write it first.” You said and walked around the bookcase.
Movement across the room made you freeze.
Someone was stuffing an old bust statue into their jacket. Two others nearby had shifting gazes.
Someone was up to no good in the library!
A criminal?
Retreating, you grabbed Dick’s arm and pulled him back behind the bookcase with you. You put a finger to your lips before pointing.
Dick peered between the shelf. As his eyes widened, so did his mouth. The first word forming.
No.
Acting swiftly, you covered his mouth before he could exclaim. You gave him a warning look.
He nodded as you lowered your hand.
“We need to warn someone,” you whispered.
Again, he nodded. Blue eyes watching the people’s every move. Taking in details.
Grabbing his hand, you gave a tug.
Come on. You can play crime-fighting later.
Thankfully, Dick took the hint.
With hands held tightly together and quiet steps, you both snuck your way to another area of the library. Watching your back, you both made sure you weren’t caught.
Surely two teenagers holding hands couldn’t be an alarming sight to the criminal lookouts. Nothing to raise suspicion.
Your actions did, however, catch the attention of a librarian. Dick was quick to lead you to their desk.
“Can I help you?” The librarian asked. Their expression softening when they saw the book in your hand.
“Yes, please.” You placed the book on the surface. “May I check out this book, please? And…uh…”
The librarian leaned closer, waiting.
“We saw someone stash one of the statues in their jacket.” Dick proclaimed with urgency. “There were three of them.”
“Oh my—three of them?” The librarian inquired.
“No.” Both Dick and yourself urged, hands gripping the edge of the desk.
“People. Long jackets on.” You clarified.
“They were stealing.” Dick insisted.
Alarm lit in the adult’s eyes.
“Oh dear.” Fumbling and stamping, the librarian handed you back the book before picking up a telephone. Their eyes were trained somewhere behind you.
Before you could turn around, Dick had taken your hand and was leading you through another doorway. The two of you kept a hurried pace. Finished with business at the library, it was time to scurry away from any possible danger.
What are the odds? You wondered. Is it more from living in Gotham or him being Robin? Our timing? Day of the week?
Stepping out doors shook you from your thoughts with the afternoon light. Still hand in hand, you and Dick went down the library’s steps with practiced ease.
“Everything’s a surprise today, I guess.” You muttered.
“Hopefully that was all.” Said Dick as he lead you down the sidewalk at a slower pace. “I can drive you home.”
“What?” You looked to him baffled.
“If you want, I can dri—?”
“Are you sure? You don’t have to.”
“(Y/N),” Dick said gently and turned to you, “I want to make sure you get home safe. Driving you home isn’t a problem or a bother. It never will be.”
You knew that. For some reason your first response was never an answer.
The grip you had on his hand tightened.
“Thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me. I’m always glad to be with you.”
His words struck a cord in your chest. An area left alone to its own devices, quietly always wishing for something. Deep in that space in your heart, his words stretched and made themselves at home. Settling in warmly. Coating the area with something akin to recognition and affection.
What were you to do with that? No one had ever told you words so earnestly. None having to do with being in your company.
Always glad to be with me.
Finding your soulmate’s red car parked, he opened the passenger side door and let you sit before he made his way to the driver’s side.
He drove all the way here just to help me find this book. He got us away. He…he’s always there for me.
A burning threat of tears stung your eyes and you repressed them. You didn’t want to worry Dick.
Everything’s fine. You mentally told yourself while incoherent and fumbled feelings tried supplying unwanted thoughts into your head. It was not the right time to decipher those fully. Thoughts of how perhaps you weren’t doing enough.
Clicks of the seatbelts caught your attention enough to quiet subconscious worries.
Enjoy your time with him. Darn the punishment a little longer. You exhaled slowly.
“Are you alright?” Dick asked, worry lining his eyebrows.
You peered over to him and decided to answer in full. “I’m better. Just…calming down.”
“You can listen to the radio if you’d like.” He turned the key in the ignition.
“Mmm. It’s been a few days.”
“Since what?”
“Since I’ve listened to the radio or a vinyl.” Seeing his confused gaze, you quickly added, “Because I feel like I shouldn’t because I’m grounded.”
Dick stared at you for a moment, car still parked. Not really speechless, no matter how silent he was then, but concerned. Blue eyes searching for an answer. No questions brought up.
Softly, you patted your thighs.
“Yup.” You muttered.
It’s just the radio. Should I just turn music on? You snuck a peek at the controls. Should I say something?
“Are you afraid you’ll be in more trouble or are you,” he swallowed and continued, “afraid something might happen at home?”
Heat filled your body uncomfortably. A fear you didn’t want to face head on.
“I’m just trying to make as little disturbance at home as possible. Blend in to the furniture, I guess.”
With a new frown, Dick sank further into his seat. “I’m sorry you have to do that. And I’m more sorry that I can’t do anything.” His voice dropped, “I wish I could.”
Your heart ached at his words.
How do I keep worrying him?
“You do more than enough. More than I could think of asking. I never know how to express how much that means to me.” You leaned closer, placing your hand on his arm. “But I’ll gladly think of a million ways on the ride home.”
A tiny smile curled his lips.
“I’ll be okay at home. I promise.”
Sighing with a short nod, Dick put the car in drive and safely pulled out onto the street.
A lift home from a caring soulmate. Gratitude passed around with smiles. The radio’s volume loud enough to combat the air rushing by.
How lucky could you two be?
About two blocks away from your destination, you felt your anxiety and worry growing.
“Dick.”
“(Y/N)?” He smiled. Mood lifted enough to not register yours as easily.
“Can you drop me off a block away? Please?”
Dark eyebrows shifting from surprise to concern, he asked, “A block? Why?”
“Because I don’t want to chance it. What if they’re home? What if a neighbor sees too and tells them?”
“Alright.”
There was no argument. No brushing off your list of concerns. It was refreshing and highly appreciated by yourself.
“Thank you.” You said as the car was stopped in a safe area.
I’m going to hug him like there’s no tomorrow.
Unbuckling your seatbelt, you reached across the center console as Dick did. A hug was shared tightly. Your chin on his shoulder as he did the same to you in return.
There was much joy radiated between, regardless of how bittersweet the situation. All accompanied by a hope that neither of you would be separated without communication for too long.
I feel bad that he’s the friend I want to see the most. But, you thought and slowly pulled away, he’s my soulmate.
You had missed him so much already with his genuine smiles and you were both a little too close to another criminal encounter. Being lucky and grateful, you thought of something. You could express a little more gratitude for him going into the city to help you. Something sweet. An action he would be okay with.
“Also.” You gently held his jawline between your hands. “If I may?”
His eyes widened, but he nodded. Keeping his arms on the center console.
“Thank you,” you kissed his right cheek, “and thank you.” You pressed a kiss to his other cheek.
Dick’s lips pulled into a wide smile.
Sparks and rolls of warm emotions informed you just how much your gesture affected him.
“You’re welcome.”
“Now get yourself home, okay?”
“I will.” He reached up and gave your hands a squeeze. “I’ll wait here until I see you’re going inside.”
“I’ll be quick.”
After eventually letting each other go, you gathered your belongings and stepped out of the car.
“Tell everyone I said ‘hi’, okay?”
“Sure thing.”
“See yah,” you waved.
“Hopefully soon.” Dick waved back, still smiling.
✧ ✧ ✧
A busy afternoon led the young ward to return to the stately Wayne Manor.
Much work was to be done. The essay!
Flutters and waves of conflicting emotion left Dick Grayson in an odd state of contentment. Between his soulmate’s punishment, spending time with you, the criminal in the library, and the two kisses he received — Dick was a little dizzy. Happily so given the latter.
“Dick,” Bruce set down a book, “are you all right? You look lost in thought.”
“I’m fine.” Dick did a quick check, looking for his aunt. Walking to stand close to Bruce, he informed him of what he witnessed at the library.
They were both hushed in their exchange.
Thankfully, the police could handle it. They were fully capable of handling the criminals.
The youth leaned on the furniture. A little forlorn that he wouldn’t be suiting up as Robin, however content to remain home. His thoughts were still on his soulmate after all.
Dick smiled to himself.
Images of you searching books, holding his hand, and being close all ran through his mind like a movie he wanted on repeat. He enjoyed every moment.
If only they weren’t in trouble with their guardian, Dick thought with a pout. It’s ridiculous. He crossed his arms.
Peering over at his ward, Bruce inquired, “Did you help (Y/N) find what they were looking for prior to…seeing the pieces of art?”
The mere sound of your name lit a happy hum in the youth’s mood.
Perhaps that was Bruce’s purpose for mentioning you. He did know his ward well enough.
“I did. They chose to write about Edgar Allan Poe’s writings for their paper.”
“Intriguing choice.”
“I know.” Dick chuckled and added, “They’re going to let me read it when they’re finished.”
“Then it looks like you’ll be adding an essay to your summer reading list.”
“Sure will.”
Dick was more curious to read your essay. To read your thoughts and see how your words flowed across a page.
What would he learn? How would he feel? Should he give you something in return?
“Before you an read (Y/N)’s essay, you better work on your own.” Bruce advised.
Blue eyes widened in realization.
“I almost forgot. Thanks, Bruce.” He said bashfully. “Oh! And (Y/N) says ‘hi’.”
The man smiled. “Hopefully we can all greet each other in person.”
“That’s what I’ve been thinking.” Dick exclaimed as he strode out of the room.
“Be patient, Dick.”
Patience. What’s patience going to do if their guardian decides to pick and choose when (Y/N) has been ‘bad’? What do they even tell (Y/N)? Are they mean or worse? Is it calm? And they were talking about parties instead of asking if I wanted to talk to (Y/N) or give me a chance to ask!
Trudging up the stairs didn’t last long as Dick made his way back to his room. A paper needed completing.
It was clear that Dick wasn’t happy with how your guardian had decided to handle things, but that was something he could not get involved in. No matter how desperately he wanted to. He wanted to ask why. He wanted to defend you. To find reason to it all. But he had to hold that in. If anything, it would add some fuel to any future punches as Robin. Relieve frustration.
Not the most healthy choice, but the thought might be present then. That and how you knew he was Robin. A completely different thought he was not ready to add to any time soon.
He’d save you from a day of stress and panic if he could. The last thing he wanted was to be the cause of it, again. That, he could control if it was only his words.
You two were separated and it felt different, tainted.
Dick just had to wait. Trusting you could take care of yourself. You had done so this long. The least he could do was be patient.
He saw on his bed with a soft sigh.
(Y/N) want to blend in to the furniture at home. What…what would (Y/N)’s guardian say if (Y/N) acted more…? He frowned. What have they told (Y/N) in the past?
The thoughts and images they produced made him feel uncomfortable. He was still unsure how to process your words from earlier. It only made him realize how little he knew of your home life.
But they promised they would be okay at home.
Sat with wondering thoughts, Dick Grayson knew he would pay even more attention to his soulmate’s guardian. Perhaps answers to his growing questions could be found without asking.
Who said he had to be dressed as Robin to find answers?
✧ ✧ ✧
Home. A place of rest, shelter, and essentials.
In Gotham City, a Friday evening could hold promises of fun and entertainment. The end of the work week.
Or the continuation of schoolwork for some.
Sitting on your bed beside your beloved Sir Hopps, you wrote something down onto the extra papers. Schoolwork off to the side. Writing your thoughts and more seemed to help. All of them kept in their own small keepsake box. Dated and filled with your inner most thoughts, feelings, and dreams. To get them out of yourself. All were addressed to your soulmate, however none were to leave the box. Not any time soon. You had wondered if you should stick them in a journal, easier to read through.
It helped when you only had your plush bunny to confide in. He was easier to talk to than most. Never told a secret in his blue fluffy life.
Sir Hopps and yourself were the only ones in the household who knew your trip to the library included more than finding a book.
Not that my guardian really cared. You thought. I don’t think they know who Poe is. Maybe I’m wrong. Who knows?
No more trouble befell you at home. No added punishment.
You were left to your own activities.
That was good news as much as having the outline for your essay almost finished. Marking down where the sources from the book were to be placed practically made it a guide—easier. Added that you wrote snippets around them.
Holed up in your bedroom made writing and taking breaks feel more natural. You didn’t have to physically pretend it was difficult or that your hand cramped to justify your actions. There was no one to judge with eyes or words.
Sir Hopps certainly wasn’t going to voice criticism.
You were certainly calm in your room. So much so that you could sense Dick’s contentment.
He could be doing anything right now. Well…not anything. Writing or reading maybe.
Placing another note into the keepsake box, you closed it and hid it underneath your bed.
“I can’t wait until summer,” you murmured to Sir Hopps.
I shouldn’t be grounded for too much longer. Another week maybe. I’m still doing well in school. I haven’t even looked at ingredients for cookies.
You flicked at a piece of paper.
Maybe it’s a good thing Dick doesn’t visit here. You thought bitterly. My guardian isn’t always as fun s they sound. And Dick is…fun. He’s a close friend, trustworthy, caring—so caring—and so many other things. My soulmate. A warmth tickled your chest at the word. You smiled. He’s brave too. Generous. Intelligent.
What fun you two could have if given the chance?
You returned to lounging on your bed.
Tired from a day of school and more, you groaned at the sound of the phone ringing in another room.
No. You dropped your head onto the mattress. Are they playing phone tag or something?
It only rang once more.
A relief to you as well as an itching suspicion.
Hopefully it’s nothing.
In a matter of minutes, there was a knock on your door before it opened. Your guardian stepped in.
Sitting up, your heart leaped, all your senses on alert.
“That was Lauren. She invited us to see a movie.”
Charlotte’s mom. She’d been talking about convincing her mom to go.
Your guardian looked at you expectantly.
“Anyone home?” They asked.
“I’m allowed to go?” You questioned hesitantly.
“Yes, why?”
“I am grounded.”
There was a pause in their movements. A crease between their brows.
Are they serious?
They shrugged and replied, “And now it’s done with.” Heading out of your room, they left the door wide open. “Get ready for the movie, if you’re going.”
“I’m going.” You responded and rushed to your closet.
A punishment over?
An outing with others to watch a movie?
A wonder how fast your night could change by one person’s decision.
. . .
Movie theater seating to a soiree. A group of friends sat waiting for the show to begin. It was debatable who talked more: the teenagers or the adults.
You sat between your friends. Your guardian, Charlotte’s mom, and Nathaniel were on your left. On your right sat Charlotte, Lucy, and Lucy’s younger brother Roger.
All of which chatted amongst themselves. Each keen in their own right about the weekend ahead.
I guess I can be excited too, you thought. I’m not in trouble any more. Officially. I can have dessert again, watch the television on Sunday night, maybe bake something, and I can call Dick. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled. Maybe more than me. Probably.
“You’re free now.” Charlotte rejoiced and squeezed your arm for a moment.
Reflectively, you stilled, however said, “Let’s not jinx it.”
“I won’t jinx anything.”
“Right. And who can’t write about their theories on hidden treasures?” Nathaniel leaned forward to question.
“Coincidence.”
“You shouldn’t have started writing it before it was approved,” you said. “But you could turn it into a book one day. Don’t waste it.”
“It would make a good story.” Lucy added.
“No. It was suppose to be my essay.” Charlotte whined and sat back in the seat.
“It’s okay.”
Charlotte sighed dramatically and turned to you.
You rose an eyebrow.
“How come you’re not writing yours about soulmates? I’m sure it would’ve been approved.”
“What? No.” Your quick response caught your friends’ attention.
“Why not? It could be a journey of how you and Grayson met and how your relationship blossomed. How the city found out. The drama. The secret dates—.”
“Dates? We’re not dating.”
“Really?”
“Well, do you consider doing homework and practicing different languages a date?” You laughed.
Beside you, Nathaniel chuckled.
“It would depend on what you’re whispering in the other languages.” Charlotte teased, snickering.
The others joined in. Perhaps not fully able to imagine you doing so.
“Hey, now.” You defended yourself. “It’s strictly what’s in the books…and Mister Wayne would know what we’re saying. But we’d probably say something silly.” A small laugh escaped you.
The thought of saying something in another language to Dick in the manor and it being purposely funny made you smile. But to say something flirtatious? What Charlotte was hinting at? That thought sent more uneasiness than butterflies in your stomach.
I couldn’t do that, you thought. That wouldn’t be right when Mister Wayne is usually right there. Or Mrs. Cooper! No, no, no. Absolutely not. Woo. And I’m pretty sure Dick would flush for a week straight. You slouched in the seat. Heck! I’d hide for a week straight! That wouldn’t be appropriate. We’re not like that.
Charlotte leaned over and added, “I did say ‘whisper’, you know.”
“Do you like like him?” Lucy asked.
Your hands wrung themselves into your sweater.
“He’s great. I just… We’re still getting to know one another. We’re friends.”
“It’s been more than two months. How much time do you need?” Charlotte inquired seriously.
“We’re not rushing anything,” you informed them. Heat rose to your neck uncomfortably. “We’re not expiring fruit. We don’t need to date or anything.”
“(Y/N) likes him.” Nathaniel declared.
Hushed laughter surrounded you and you sunk further into the seat.
Of course I like him. Just…not how they’re seeing it, you thought. He’s my best friend. He’s really great and sweet. I don’t… I’m still getting used to having someone like him in my life. Knowing he’s my soulmate is still something I have to tell myself is real.
You inwardly sighed in relief as the room’s lights dimmed low.
Just enjoy the movie. Listen to Nathaniel’s critique and we should all head home. Nothing has changed with Dick. Everything’s fine. You thought as you calmed yourself. He’s probably writing his essay though.
The film reel started and all talk in the theater dissipated. Audience members were treated to entertainment of screen and sound.
You were granted over an hour of doing absolutely nothing. A well needed break where all attention was focused elsewhere.
What a delight. A relief!
Hopefully the start of a much calmer week to come.
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A beautiful Sunday afternoon. Inside the Wayne Manor, young Dick Grayson was surrounded by notes and paper.
Having written in his room the days prior, he had decided to work on his end of term paper in the sitting room.
Open space, a couch, and a well appreciated plate of cookies. All the comforts a youth needed.
Once I finish this paper, it’s a huge step to spending summer break with (Y/N), thought Dick as he chewed a cookie. We could do so much. Swimming at the beach, visiting a museum, or going somewhere to eat or playing games.
Before he knew it, another school year would be over.
If he was this busy, he could rightly guess you were as well.
What else do they do whey they’re not busy? Do they read during the summer? He wondered. Maybe I can ask them to go somewhere over the summer. Just the two of us again. They seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. I hope. That milkshake was really good.
Reaching for his glass of milk, he took a long sip.
It was a rather easy day. Easy weekend overall. No unexpected visitors. No cases to solve. No charities to attend.
Dick set the glass of milk down as the phone rang on a side table.
Nearby, Alfred walked over to answer the phone. His voice hushed.
In his chest, Dick felt a tingling of excitement. Muffled and not his own, which only made him hope you had done something for yourself. For once.
Alfred directed his attention to the wide-eyed and hopeful youth.
“I’ll let him know.” The butler smiled. “It’s good to hear from you as well, (mx) (Y/N).”
Dick leapt to his feet before the older man could set the phone on the table’s surface or even say any more.
Chuckling, Alfred handed Dick the phone and walked away.
“Hello?” Dick asked, barely holding in his enthusiasm.
“Hey, Dick.” Your voice had a chipper tone. “How are you?”
How was he?
“I’m great. How are you? Are you home?” He rushed out his words.
The sound of your light laughter entered his ear and sent a grin to his face.
“I’m pretty good. Sitting in the study and eating some cookies.”
“Me too. The cookies, I mean.”
“Oh and,” you drew out the word. “I am officially no longer in trouble.”
“Holy relief!”
“Yeah. It was ridiculous, but it is what it is.” Your voice then raised suddenly for a second as you added, “And apparently it wasn’t all that important enough for my guardian to remember when getting an invitation.”
Dick shifted his weight on his feet.
“What do you mean? They forgot?”
“I think so… Doubt it. At least when they were on the phone Friday, they forgot. Charlotte’s mom called asking if we’d like to go see a movie. They basically brushed the whole punishment off when I reminded them.”
“That’s—.”
“Ridiculous.”
“Yes.” He gestured with his free hand sharply.
Good, he thought, they know, but I can’t believe it ended like that. Wait.
“Is your guardian there?” He asked.
“They’re still rummaging through their closet.”
He breathed out a sigh of relief. “You’re alright?”
“Yes. I told you that I would.”
“I know. I…” He frowned.
What did he think? What had he been feeling about the situation? Was it appropriate to tell you?
Breathing in, Dick decided it was not the time. Bruce had already told him Thursday that he couldn’t be involved in others’ household matter. I wasn’t his place. H was a teenager. Yet he was also your soulmate and friend.
“Dick?”
“I needed to know if you were all right.”
His voice was small. He feared you could sense the breaking in his heart at the very thought of you being fearful of attracting more punishment at home and of his fear of what the punishments could turn into.
Holding the phone with both hands, it was a struggle to hold back a wave of words.
Change the subject.
He swallowed as he sensed your warm emotions spreading up his throat from his chest. They were good feelings, but he could not name them then. Muffled, but there.
“We need a day without school related anything and do something together.” You said, interrupting the quiet. “Something fun. Simple maybe.”
“You could come over here.”
He was relieved by the sound of your suggestion.
“We can do whatever you want.”
At his words, Dick could almost feel Bruce’s gaze on the side of his head.
A short laugh greeted his ear from the phone. It eased a smile onto his lips.
“Sure.” You said. “I’ll think of something after I revise my paper. Can’t distract myself too much. The last week of school shouldn’t be too bad and I’m ready for it to be over.”
“If neither of us are busy the last week of school, we might be able to see each other.”
Dick, honestly, could hardly wait much longer to see you again. No school, no secrecy, and no necessary work. He’d take hours of a party or charity dinner if it meant spending real time with you.
You hummed, “That could work. I’ll be sure to ask my guardian ahead of time. Better yet, mention it and get them onboard with the idea before asking. They’re always weird about me not going out.”
He shook his head.
The guardian is like a multi-dimensional puzzle. Not the fun kind by the sounds of it. Only some times, hopefully.
“We’ll make a plan, then?” You inquired cheerfully.
“We will.”
“Cool. Okay, um. I have to get back to my paper and cookies.”
Dick snickered. He couldn’t help it. You helped bring it out of him.
“And so do you.” You added with an air of humor. “Then the next time we see each other I can catch you up on the spider drama at school and what happened to my friend Lucy after we saw a movie.”
“It’s a drama now?”
What could’ve happened? It was a spider!
“Yup. But you have to wait for the details.”
“Can the days go by any faster?”
“Cross your fingers and tell everyone I said ‘hi’.”
“I will. Talk to you soon.” He was practically bouncing on his feet.
“I’m just a phone call away.”
“Bye.” He held the phone a little longer.
“Bye, Dick.”
The call ended and the young ward felt like he swam through a river of different emotions. Overwhelming joy from hearing your voice, relief from knowing you were no longer under restrictions from punishment, frustration from hearing anything about your guardian in the past two weeks, worry form knowing you feared getting in more trouble from mundane actions, and building excitement knowing he could see you again soon.
It was a bit much, however conversations had the opportunity to be pushed anywhere. If it was with you, he’d gladly go.
Having already hung up the phone and sat back down, Dick Grayson faced the questioning gaze of Bruce Wayne.
“Everything is well with (Y/N), I hope?” Bruce’s question was punctuated with a tiny smile.
“Yes and they say ‘hi’ again.”
“Goodness me,” Aunt Harriet walked into the room, having overheard them. “It’s been far too long since they’ve came around here. Poor dear has been cooped up at home.”
“Yeah,” Dick sighed. “Just them and Sir Hopps.”
His aunt’s eyebrows pinched together. “Who’s Sir Hopps?”
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pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)
warnings: 18+ minors DNI, mentions of cancer, pregnancy, alluding to abortion, this is set once they’re already together, so many goddamn pet names, also you don’t need to read Mar[r]y Me to read and understand this but you should anyway
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“Honey, please sit down.” Mary is trying her best to be comforting, even as she feels the annoyance creeping up in her chest.
I know you’re scared, but I’m fucking terrified. Is what she wants to yell at him; it’s been a tense week, and his pacing is not helping her anxiety.
But she doesn’t.
She knows how stressed Bradley has been, how stressed he is. He’s kept a brave face on for the girls, but now that it’s just the two of them, she can feel his emotions bouncing off the walls.
“Okay, so based on what you’ve told me, I think our best course of action is to run some tests and see what’s going on.”
“Could it be cancer?”
“Mr. Bradshaw, I won’t speculate on what it could be, there are several things that-”
“I’m just asking if it’s a possibility. Her family doesn’t have a history of cancer, but they’re also not the best at going to the doctor, so who knows.”
Doctor Hong leans back on the stool, crossing her arms over her chest. She must see the terrified look in his eyes because she softens. “Mr. Bradshaw, like I said. It could be several different things that are causing these symptoms. I won’t lie to you; there is a possibility that it could be cancer. But we don’t want to worry about that until we officially have a diagnosis. Other than her recent problems, Mary is very healthy, and I’m confident that we’ll be able to handle whatever is going on.”
Her words during Monday’s appointment had done little to comfort Bradley. He had spent the entire week with his eyebrows creased. It’s Friday, and Mary is starting to worry that it’s going to be a permanent expression on his face.
They both took the day off, leaving the girls in the care of Grandma and Grandpa Mitchell before heading to the healthcare complex. Mary had spent most of the morning going through the tests Dr. Hong had ordered.
Blood pressure.
Urine test.
Blood work.
Pap smear.
Abdomen ultrasound.
Then, she was released and informed that the doctor would review her results that afternoon and call them if anything urgent showed up.
Her phone rang halfway to the house.
Bradley made the first u-turn he could legally make, tires squealing, and now they’re waiting in an office. Mary’s leg bouncing as Bradley paces up and down, across the carpet and back, tenser than she had ever seen him.
“Please come sit with me.” The shake in her voice finally getting him to stop.
“I’m sorry.” He mummers, grabbing her hand and squeezing. “I’m just scared.”
“Me too, Bradley. But it’ll be okay.”
“You can’t promise-”
“Honey, we’ve handled a lot. We’ll get through whatever this is, okay? Because it’s us. We made vows to each other, and I’m not done with you yet.” Her voice cracks on the last part, tears springing to both of their eyes.
“Fuck, I’m supposed to be comforting you, baby doll. I’m sorry I’ve been such a bad husband this week.”
“I get it, honey, it’s okay. It’s a bit too similar to your mom for comfort.”
“But that doesn’t make it okay! Shit. I wish I could talk to my parents about this. Dad wasn’t there, but I know he would have been so much better about this than me!”
Mary pulls him in, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Breathe, handsome. We don’t know what’s going on yet.”
“Baby doll, I don’t want to sound like a paranoid asshole, but them calling us less than twenty minutes after we left can’t be good.”
Dr. Hong enters the room, cutting off any further worrying. “Hi guys, thanks for coming back in so quickly. Just let me get your file pulled up, and we’ll go through the results.”
It’s a tense few minutes, the clacking of the keyboard grating on the couple’s nerves, before the practitioner turns to them and folds her hands on the big oak desk.
“I reviewed your test results, and everything came back normal. We did find something on the ultrasound.” Bradley’s hand starts to crush Mary’s. “But it’s nothing to worry about. If you could just look at the screen right here.”
All three heads swivel to the monitor on the wall, a grainy black-and-white image showing up. “So everything looks healthy in here, Mary. The only thing we found was a baby. Congratulations, mom and dad! It looks like you’re about-”
Dr. Hong keeps talking, explaining how far along Mary is and what the baby's due date will be, but it’s white noise to the Bradshaws, blood rushing in their ears.
“I’m sorry, wait.” Bradley croaks. “She’s pregnant?”
“Yes, it looks like you’re about 13 weeks along. And everything is very healthy.”
“I don’t- I- I don’t…” Mary trails off, her heart racing at the news. “A baby?”
“Yes. If my interpretation of the scans is correct, you’re thirteen weeks pregnant.” Dr. Hong talks slower, used to patients’ shock at unexpected news.
“That doesn’t make any sense.” Bradley can hardly catch his breath. “I had a vasectomy last year. I did all the follow-ups and was cleared. How is she pregnant? I mean, we’ve been having a lot of sex, but I’m shooting blanks.”
She’s heard a lot of things in her time as a healthcare professional, but for the first time in her career, Stacey Hong is unsure how to proceed. Mainly because if she opens her mouth, she’s afraid she’ll start laughing at the horrified look on her patient’s face. She has to bite her tongue when Mary slaps her husband’s arm, hissing his name as her face turns red.
Breathe. Don’t laugh. These are some of your nicest patients. Don’t laugh at them. Breathe.
She pushes through, ignoring the last part of his question and addressing the real issue. “Vasectomies are a very effective form of birth control, but unfortunately, they aren’t 100% effective. About 1 in every 1,000 vasectomies fail, and that failure usually reveals itself within the first year following the procedure. So you’re right in that timeframe.”
“Oh my god. Oh my god.” Bradley bends over his knees, running his fingers through his hair before bouncing up like a Jack in the Box. “Mary? How are you feeling? You okay, honey?”
“I’m- I… I don’t know. So, all my symptoms were pregnancy-related? This is not how I was with the twins.”
“Every pregnancy is unique, so it’s not unusual that this time would be different than it was with your girls. We’ll have to wait for the results of your pap smear to be completely sure, but I’m fairly confident that we can attribute everything - including the exhaustion - to your pregnancy.” Dr. Hong stands up. “I’m sorry to rush you, but I do have another appointment to get to. I’ll have Ashley set up a follow-up appointment and get you set up in the system for this pregnancy. They can print off some ultrasound photos at the front if you'd like them. I’ll see you soon; congratulations again, you guys!”
They move at a snail’s pace, slowly making their way to the front desk in a daze. Mary stuffs the informational folder in her purse and grabs Bradley’s hand as they walk to the Bronco. They sit there staring at each other for a few minutes before Bradley pulls the ultrasound photos out of the folder.
“Another baby…” He stares in awe at the low-quality screenshots. “How are you feeling? I know we decided we were done after the girls, but this obviously changes things.”
“Are we too old to have another kid? We were already older when we had the girls, but we’re really gonna be old when this one comes.”
“So we had kids a bit later in life.” He shrugs, shuffling over the bench seat towards his favorite person. “We’re still the cool parents in our forties.”
The laugh she lets out is wet, tears streaming down her face. “Hey, are you okay? If this isn’t what you want, we don’t have to do this, Mary. I’m happy with either way.”
“No, it’s not that, Bradley. I know it’s not what we planned, but now that we’re here, I absolutely want this.” She squeezes his hand. “It’s just hitting me again that I never thought I’d get this life. A wonderful husband who supports me so much. A little group of kids.”
“Still no dog, though.” He mummers, kissing her tears away. “You think Lily will accept a baby brother instead of a puppy?”
“You think it’s a boy?”
“Yeah, I just have a feeling. Do we still have that list of baby names? We’re gonna need it again.”
“Mav is gonna cry again, huh?”
“Give me a minute, and I will be too.”
The kisses they exchange are tender, identical to the ones they shared after they found out she was pregnant with the twins. Happiness radiates through the car.
“There is just one thing I need you to do.” Mary pulls back, smiling as Bradley presses kisses against her face, excitedly whispering about how they’re going to be parents again.
“Anything for you. Whatever you need, mama.”
“You have to call Dr. Lewis on Monday and schedule another vasectomy. This has to be the last one, or we’ll be 60 and still popping out kids.”
“You’d be so sexy as a pregnant 60-year-old.”
“Bradley…”
“I’ll call first thing, baby doll. I love you.”
“I love you, too.” She kisses him with all the love she has. “Let’s go tell our family we have a new member coming to join us in February.”
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A class loser <3
Pt. 1
Warnings: Smut, angst, bullying, strong language, voyeurism, parents need a divorce, mental illness
Female reader. Legit a classic loser, apologies in advance.
Naoya x fem!reader
Music blasted in your ears, drowning out your arguing parents. Gods, why couldn't they get a divorce!? As much as they said they stayed together for you, you would've been much happier if they just split the fuck up!
"Cigarette" by Shaya Zamora started playing, your current favorite song. Your comfort song. Within a few seconds it felt as if your world had melted away and everything was alright. The lyrics felt heavenly, like rain in a foggy forest. Where the sun didn't bother and it was quiet, no human ruckus to disturb you.
Unfortunately, the song was only a couple minutes long, and so was your perfect daydream as your father burst into your room. The cornflower blue door swinging open, black handle colliding with the wall and leaving a small dent. Great.
"Y/N! Grades! Now!" His demanding tone left you wide-eyed. He'd never EVER demanded for anything from anyone, at least not in this tone. He was a strict man no doubt, but calm and polite.
You were so screwed.
Your teacher must have finally emailed about your F in history. Damn it. Bomb one test and it all goes down hill...okay maybe not one...more like two, or three... Actually you've bombed a lot lately. Going from an A+ student to F's and D's. A shitty environment will do that to you.
Slowly, you blinked and got up, grabbing your phone and pulling up your grades. Japanese history was by far the worst grade, but the others weren't great either. F, D, C-, D+, etc. His angry eyes scanned over them, his eyes expressing enough. Taking the phone from your hand and pocketing it.
"Say bye to your phone and wifi until you get these grades up, girl. Oh, art supplies too."
What.
No way in hell! The art supplies were yours! You bought those or they were gifted to you!
"But father-"
"Shut up, disappointing children don't deserve to speak up." Ouch. A line you've heard far too often lately.
"Yes, sir." With a nod, he left. Leaving your door wide open and heart bruised. No music, no art, no escape. With shaky hands you reached up and removed the single Bluetooth earbud you had. Gently placing the precious object back in its grey silicone case. Hell, that's what this was.
At this point the only way to escape was to sleep. Soft, fluffy blankets that smelled like childhood were one of the most comforting things in vulnerable times. Who cares if you didn't shower first, or burst your teeth, or take your meds, or... Whatever. Just sleep and hope you don't wake up, or at least wake up in a better place.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The painfully familiar sound of your morning alarm went off. Fuck. It's Monday. Fuck.
The house was silent, meaning mother and father had left for work. Thank the gods. "Fuck this shit, this shit hole of a place should just burn already." You cursed the house you were caged within, locked away to rot in bed.
Maybe today would be peaceful, that is, if he isn't there.
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Coping
Friends to lovers? We’ll see!
Warnings: None, I don't think. If you think of any, feel free to tell me and I'll add them!
WC: almost 3K
A/N: This is loosely based off of something that happened/ is happening to me, so this is very self-indulgent. This is the first fic I have ever published so please be gentle with me, it's also not proofread lol. I would love to hear your feedback!
Prologue/Chapter 1
October 18, 1985
“Please just do me this favor and come with us!” pleaded Y/N. There was a pause on the other end of the phone, as if he was really considering not going, but he would do anything for her. “And why do you want me to go? Aren’t Steve and Robin going?” his tone teasing. “I know Steve will try to flirt with the first girl he sees and Robin…, she and Vicky are on the rocks so we have an extra ticket… c'mon please go with me!”. He let out a disgruntled sigh, “Fine! But I’m not dancing or whatever it is you do in those kinds of concerts!”. With a squeal and a million thank yous she hangs up the phone.
Whitney Houston. Y/N had invited the resident “satanic” metal head to a Whitney Houston concert. Steve was going to see which pretty girl he could charm next, Robin was the one to bring the idea up to everyone. She had overheard last month that Vicky loved Whitney; she bought 4 tickets to her concert in Indie to try to impress her. It did not work. Vicky and Robin were not necessarily putting a name to their relationship but yesterday Robin saw her get a little too close for comfort to a jock, safe to say they are not on speaking terms. It was a slap in the face to Robin. She tried so hard and yet, she seemed to get nowhere with Vicky. Y/N and Steve tried to cheer her up, telling her that she did not need someone like that in her life. The perfect revenge would be to go to that concert, take a bunch of polaroids and show them off at school on Monday, even if she was impartial to Ms. Houston.
Y/N, on the other hand, loved Whitney, her soulful voice was the reason she was the most attracted to her. She knew Eddie didn't listen to that kind of music and going to one of those concerts would be far out of his comfort zone but she wanted to take any opportunity she could to be close to him. Pressing up to him in a cramped concert hall, while the world's greatest love songs are being sung to them would be perfect. Their relationship was odd. They were good friends, meeting through Dustin at the beginning of August but knowing of each other for years before. Before officially meeting, there were longing glances and lingering touches in passing. Eddie had thought she was the prettiest girl when he had first seen her 2 years ago. She looked like a raging bitch but was entirely soft spoken and gentle, he was intrigued. Y/N on the other hand, made quick friends with Robin, she was the new girl and needed guidance. Coming from another state in the middle of sophomore year meant that she was being interrogated by each established clique to see where she would fit. She had a pretty face, the popular kids ready to corrupt her and add her to their rotating roster. Yet she was incredibly intelligent, far too intelligent to be manipulated like they liked to do to each other. Robin quickly gravitated towards her and they have been best friends ever since. After Robin got a job at Scoops, and she befriended Steve, they became a trio. An unlikely one at that, Steve was one of the popular kids that actually liked Y/N when she first arrived, he just didn't talk to her. Being friends with Steve meant being friends with a slew of middle schoolers, one of them being Dustin Henderson. The boy loved Y/N. He liked to call Steve and Y/N mom and dad, respectively. Dustin met his idol in Eddie, quickly adding him to the party and the rest is history.
Eddie was everything to her, the first boy who took genuine interest in her, though she had been warned about him. Aside from the bad rep he got from being a “freak”, the girl’s locker room was buzzing about what he could do and who he had done. It was Hawkin’s best kept secret. Every girl secretly wanted him for what he could offer but many fell for him. He was not the relationship type and made it clear to anyone who wanted to bed him. Yet, Y/N saw more in him than just a skilled body, she saw the kindness he showed his sheep, his passion for D&D and his music. She felt first hand how it is to be in his circle of friends, how funny and genuine he is. It was entirely too easy to develop a crush on him, but she was still wary of his intentions.
A rapid knock at her window pulled her back from her walk down memory lane. She quickly made her way over to the window to see Eddie. He adorned a cheeky smile that showed off his dimples. She opened the window and stepped to the side to let him in. With agility, he climbed the garden ladder up to her second story bedroom. He had been coming to visit her for a few weeks now, not getting enough of her at school.
“And to what do I owe this lovely surprise?”, the sarcasm dripping from her tone makes him smirk, “I just wanted to see your beautiful face, sweet cheeks, that's all.” she simply rolls her eyes and smiles. The flirtatious undertone of their meeting was not lost in them, they knew how this would look to anyone else, but to them, they are just friends catching up.
He flops on her bed and stares up at her form, still by the window but now facing him. Her short shorts and oversized Fleetwood Mac shirt did very little to hide her curves. He could stare at her all day, admiring every hill and valley of her figure. “So, when is this concert and where, you can't invite me somewhere and not give me the details, you could be a murder for all I know!”, the cheeky smile has not left his face, yet she gives him a deadpan look. “If I was a murderer, then why’d you come to my house, where there are no witnesses, a bit dumb don’t you think?” She walks to her bed, her eyes never leaving his, and sits on the edge, close to his thigh. The heat radiating from him makes her shiver slightly and he lets out a chuckle, “ you mean to tell me we are all alone in your big house?”. They had been over this before, he had been trying to get her to kiss him, show him her boobs, anything, but she always declined. “You know our deal, Eds. I'm not doing anything without a proper date.” she sighs, mentally exhausted from the constant back and forth. Just like he had a reputation, she did too, she was a prude. She had been asked out by a few boys in her 2 years in Hawkins High but she declined each time. She knew what they were after and she wasn’t ready for that, she was a hopeless romantic and she would not lose her virginity to just anyone. With Eddie it was different, he was different, they made stupid jokes and dirty comments towards each other but he cared for her. He remembered little things about her, things that most people overlooked. He was attentive and loving towards her, she was hooked. “I know, I know! I just like to tease you.” He gives her a small smile. “The concert is tomorrow in Indianapolis, we want to leave around noon to get there on time and grab something to eat before.” he nods, “Steve is driving by the way.” she interjects nervously, he frowned.
Now, Eddie was not jealous of Steve, but Steve had everything. Steve had money and was well liked by most of the town. Steve was friends with the most important people of his life before he was. Dustin and Y/N had a bond with him that he will never understand. For her though, he would suck it up.
It was a little past midnight when Eddie finally left Y/N’s house. They talked for about 2 hours, about everything and nothing at all. They enjoyed each other's company but they had to get everything ready for their little road trip to the concert. The next day, Steve called her to make sure that he would go pick up Eddie as well, they talked more about Robin and how to help her out of her funk. Y/N started getting ready, showered, picked out her outfit, did her hair and make-up. She looked stunning, she hoped that Eddie would think so too.
Worry started creeping up on her. What if this is too much, her skirt is a bit too short, what if he gets the wrong idea? No one knew, for sure, the nature of their relationship. When they hung out as a group there was a tension that was almost suffocating. Their innuendos and dirty comments were common occurrences but they were becoming more targeted at one another. They always happened to sit next to each other and make conversation with one another, essentially shutting everyone else out. Y/N would ALWAYS ride with Eddie, when she used to always ride with Steve, they enjoyed their alone time. Everyone knew, but not for sure.
Dustin was in denial, he always envisioned Y/N with Steve, they always took care of him together. That's not to say that Dustin thought Eddie was a bad guy, quite the opposite, he was his idol but he knew. Dustin knew Eddie’s reputation, he knew that he didn't do relationships and he also knew that Y/N had a tender heart. He knew it wouldn't end well. Eddie and Y/N also knew of Dustin’s disapproval of whatever it was that they had, he wasn't subtle with his frowns and glares, so they decided to keep their private meetings to themselves. For all anyone knew, they only hung out as a group.
Steve was due to pick her up at any moment, she put her purse together, made sure she had her wallet and her keys before she skipped down stairs to wait for him. Before she made it all the way down stairs, she heard a knock. Walking quickly, she opened the door, there stood a handsome and chipper Steve, she could see a sad and slumped Robin in the passenger seat of his BMW. Looking back up at Steve, she grinned and greeted him. “All set to go?”, he questioned her, taking her in. He always thought she was pretty but he was so head over heels over Nancy, that he never cared to talk to her until he became friends with Robin. “I’m ready! Remember, we need to pick up Eddie!” she chirped away as she locked her door, her mother probably not coming home until late from her shift at the hospital.
They got in the car and drove off towards the trailer park. With kind words and stupid jokes, they cheered up Robin before making it to Eddie's house. Before Y/N could go knock on Eddie's door, Steve honked his horn, signaling their arrival. Eddie came out of the trailer, handsome as ever. A plain black t-shirt adorned his chest, matching his ripped skinny jeans and leather jacket. He made his way to Steve's car and sat in the backseat with Y/N and they were off to Indianapolis. The car ride was long and full of arguing over music and Eddie annoying Steve by asking “Are we there yet?”. They finally made it to Indie with an hour before the concert started so they stopped at a nearby burger joint. Everyone ordered and enjoyed their meals, making jokes and small talk, clearly needing to leave the confinement of the cramped car. When the bill came, Eddie paid for himself and Y/N, causing Steve to raise a brow, he always paid for her. Robin was not surprised. Y/N told her everything, she was the only one that knew for sure, the feelings that Y/N held for Eddie. She thought it was cute, but she was cautious of Eddie at first, she knew his type. Yet the more she saw them interact, the more genuine he seemed. She was rooting for them, if she couldn’t be happy with her crush, she was happy Y/N could be with hers. The ride to the venue had them buzzing, even Eddie who was not a fan. They entered the venue and raced to get as close as possible to the stage. The venue was packed, making them stand VERY close together, Eddie and Y/N taking full advantage of that. They were having a good time, enjoying the music and taking lots of Polaroids, as per requested by Robin. At some point a very drunk man kept bumping into Y/N, nearly spilling his beer on her. Eddie was quick to pull her into him, putting her in front of him, as if shielding her. The girl’s face was getting hot, he put one arm loosely over her upper chest and swayed with her as “Saving All My Love For You” played. This is the life she wanted, to feel this loved and protected by him. The happiness was radiating off of her, Steve looked at them but didn't comment, especially after Robin stomped on his foot for staring. As the concert came to a close and they started filing out of the venue and to Steve's car, the group talked about what they liked the most of the concert, Eddie not letting go of Y/N’s hand. When they got to Steve’s car Eddie opened the door for Y/N. The car ride back was quiet, everyone tired from standing. Eddie noticed her tired eyes and scooted closer to her, she put her head on his shoulder and her right hand on his left leg and drifted to sleep.
A gentle shake of her shoulder startled her awake. She looked around in a panic, she was in Steve's car, the gentle hand was adorned with chunky rings, Eddie. “We’re at your house.” he whispered gently. Afraid of startling her. She nodded her head softly and sluggishly gathered her things, whispering a goodbye and thank you to Steve and Eddie, as Robin was still asleep. The boys made sure she got into her house safely before they drove off. Steve looked at Eddie through the rearview mirror, he was skeptical of him. Y/N was like another best friend to him, he wanted to ask what Eddie's intentions were but he knew how that would look. Steve liked Eddie enough, Henderson made sure to express his admiration for him, so he couldn’t be too bad. Right? He seemed to like Y/N, as more than a friend, Steve just wanted her to be happy. She deserved to be with someone who would love her, he wasn't too sure that Eddie would be able to do that for her. He’s heard things. Tires hit gravel, startling Robin awake. “No, take me home first!” she groaned out, Steve was ready to get rid of Eddie first, not wanting to ask any questions. “I’m already on my way to drop off Munson, I'll take you after.” he mumbled out, Robin grumbled something under her breath and went back to sleep. Steve parked the car in front of Eddie's trailer and Eddie got out giving a silent nod to Steve as a thank you.
Steve can’t take it anymore, if anyone knows anything, it would be Robin. He calls her name and shakes her awake, Robin tries to swat at him. “I need to ask you something, wake up.” he begs her. “What? Can’t this wait for later, dingus?” she mumbles. He ignores her question and starts driving toward her house “What's going on with Y/N and Munson? Are they like a thing?”Robin sits up quickly. “I don't know what you are talking about,” she says unconvincingly. Steve gives her a look, “Fine, Y/N likes him, and he seems to really like her!” Robin sighs, feeling relief flood her, a weight being lifted off her shoulders. “I don't trust him, not with her.” he takes a big breath and she looks at him as if he grew 3 heads, “I think he’s being real, he’s gentle with her.” Robin tries to reason with him. “We’re all gentle with her, it doesn't mean anything. Something’s not right and I don't know what.” his negativity angers and baffles Robin. “Just because you like her and she likes him, doesn't make him a bad guy!” she exclaims but she’s wrong, Steve doesn't like her, not like that. “I’m just looking out for her! Do you want her first relationship to be with him? You've heard what they say about him!” he explains as he parks in front of her house. “Whatever. Just don't ruin this for her.” she gets her things and slams the car door, leaving Steve alone with his thoughts.
A/N: Woah, that was a long one. I hoped ya'll enjoyed!
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PM666Reads - Fic Recs - September 2022
Please heed all the warnings on the individual fics. I am not responsible for what you choose to read.
To the authors - thank you for putting in the work 💕no one gets enough recognition so thank you for taking the time to write and being brave enough to share it with us 💟
📖Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw
Monday To Friday - @wildbornsiren - It’s just a crush– on one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever met in your life. There’s no way he would ever return your feelings right?
You're No Bun - @writercole -Rooster tries to get a drunk you to bed.
Don't Think, Just Do - @evansrogerskitten - Rooster has a crush.
📖Jake 'Hangman' Seresin
Drunken Words, Sober Thoughts - @seresinhangmanjake - You and Jake had a history of flirting and occasionally kissing if too much time was spent at the bar, but it never went any further than that. One night, after showing up at your house and passing out on your couch, Jake wakes up the next morning only to learn he had drunkenly confessed his feelings for you.
Magic Jake - @evansrogerskitten - Your boyfriend has a secret - once upon a time, Hangman was a stripper.
Country Boy - @princessphilly - music soulmate AU
Rebel, Rebel - @therebeccaw - Sufficed to say, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin wasn’t the pilot you were looking for.
📖Rhett Abbott
Proving A Point - @writercole - Rhett sees a guy trying to hit on his girl. She brushes him off but the guy just doesn’t want to take the hint.
I Can Still Make Cheyenne - @writercole - Rhett Abbot isn’t an easy man to love but when he’s about to lose everything, his head is finally clear.
📖Sam Winchester
Without a Stitch - @raidens-realm - While Dean’s on a hunt, Sam stays behind with a cold. The Bunker seems bent on ridding him of far more than a virus and only when he gets the situation under control does he begin to glean it’s true intent.
Butter Knife - @fictional-affairs - Sam, thinking that Dean and the reader have been sneaking around as a couple, locks the two in the bathroom so that they’ll establish their relationship. But Dean and the reader know the truth- and the reader has to choose between using the bathroom in the presence of Dean, or admitting her feelings to Sam.
A Little Trip - @mariekoukie6661 -Sam doesn’t sleep well.
The Best and Worse Plans - @girl-next-door-writes - gif drabble
The Almost Kiss - @myinconnelly1 - fluffy drabble
"I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified" - @mrswhozeewhatsis
Torture - @girl-next-door-writes - gif drabble#
“I’ll give you $200 if you don’t bring it up again.” - @mrswhozeewhatsis
Tight - @kittenofdoomage - A few hundred words about Sam's humungous cock
📖Dean Winchester
Feast - @talesmaniac89 - Dean has grown tired of your game of cat and mouse. He’s ready to show you he’s a hunter. And tonight, you’re his prey.
Big Brother - @girl-next-door-writes - gif drabble
Lavender Skies - @talesmaniac89 - A relationship ends under lavender skies…
📖Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia
Falcon? - @writercole - In which the Daggers find Fanboy’s doppelganger.
📖James 'Bucky' Buchanan Barnes
Treacherous - @scrumptious-delusion - you’re asking yourself why he keeps coming back, he’s asking himself why you keep letting him in. it’s a treacherous slope but neither of you can turn back now.
📖Jensen Ackles
Remind Me - @pink-sparkly-witch - Jensen and Y/N have been drifting apart since he went to film The Boys. When a song on the radio makes him realise just how bad things are, he’s determined to fix it. Problem is, he doesn’t know if Y/N wants to fix it or if it’s over between them.
📖Robert 'Bob' Floyd
Enlightened - @writercole - The heart wants what the heart wants. But sometimes, it needs a push to figure it out.
📖Steve Rogers
Would I Lie To You - @cockslutpadalecki - steve catches a hydra operative- she’s low level, maybe a receptionist, a medical assistant, not given enough information to be important, not given enough to really know who she’s working for. but steve thinks she knows more than she lets on. what interrogation tactics is he using on poor reader?
📖Ransom Drysdale
The Hunt - @navybrat817 - Ransom likes the hunt, especially when you turn him down.
#pm666reads#fic rec#ransom drysdale#steve rogers#robert bob floyd#jensen ackles#bucky barnes#bradley rooster bradshaw#jake hangman seresin#rhett abbott#mickey fanboy garcia#dean winchester#sam winchester
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A Gentlemen’s Agreement (2/3)
Fandom: Stranger Things
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Word Count: 2.1K
Warning!: cussing, mentions of blood
Summary: With boundaries now set, Eddie and Reader carry on with their fake relationship at school
A/N: Hello my lovelies! Welcome to part 2! The last part will be out in a couple weeks as I have a certain schedule in which I write my stories. I don’t really have anything else to add, so yeah. Enjoy (:
Previous --- Next
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It was a fine Monday morning. Birds chirped their favorite tune, trees swayed with the wind, and the clouds that were visible moved slowly and calmly through the sky.
(Y/N) smiled to herself as she exited her car. It was the first time Jason hadn’t picked her up for school. The first time she actually got to use her car and not have him complain about not getting to drive. According to him, it was embarrassing to have your girlfriend drive you around. Although she had driven herself this morning, she and Eddie did have plans to carpool in his car for the rest of the week, or for however long they had to keep their charade up.
She really wanted to sell their rouse. She wanted to be rid of Jason.
And she was beyond happy to have Eddie help her.
Locking her car door, (Y/N) made her way to Eddie’s van on the other side of the parking lot. The closer she got, the more jittery she felt. Over the weekend, a hoard of caterpillars made home in her stomach; now slowly hatching out of their pods into butterflies. The thing was, she didn’t know if the butterflies were from the inevitable moment when she saw Jason again, or if it was because she was “dating” Eddie.
Eddie. A guy she never would’ve thought she’d have a chance with. He was so cool, and despite what most said about him, (Y/N) really liked him.
Like, she liked him.
He was funny, clever, caring, passionate, and a great listener. They had spent the whole weekend together, not going back to her house until late Sunday night. He told her about Corroded Coffin and the Hellfire Club and his dream to graduate that year. She told him about her passion for photography and her growing friendship with Nancy Wheeler and the hope that they could one day work together outside of the Hawkins High Newspaper.
Through all her talking, he never once asked her to stop or shut up. He just sat there and listened, and it meant more to her than he would ever know.
Reaching his car, (Y/N) pushed the butterflies down, tapping on his window. He looked over at the sound, a wide smile breaking out on his face immediately.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, pushing his door open. “How are you feeling today?”
(Y/N) shrugged. “I’m okay. Nervous.”
“Well, you don’t need to be nervous with me, okay? I got your back.” She smiled at this, leaning into his open arms. Her heart skipped a beat when she felt Eddie kiss the top of her head. She figured it was to sell their ruse, but part of her hoped that he would do it again without anyone looking.
“Are you ready to go in?”
She nodded. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
Putting her hand in Eddie’s, the two made their way into Hawkins High. As they made their way through the double doors, (Y/N) couldn’t help but notice the states that followed them throughout the hallway. They made her self-conscious, causing her to grip Eddie’s hand tighter.
When they got to her locker, Eddie let go of her hand, leaning against the row of lockers. He studied her face as she gathered her math and history textbooks.
“Hey,” Eddie whispered, slightly leaning closer to her while still providing space. “Everything is going to be okay.”
She nodded, only half listening. He noticed.
“(Y/N), hey. Things are going to be fine.”
“I don’t know, E. I saw Patrick and Andy; they both share a homeroom with Jason. It feels like they’re going to tell him.”
“Look at me,” he insisted, guiding her chin up with his pointer finger. His touch was light and soft, it made her melt. “Remember rule #2. We are not going to seek him out. If he wants to talk, we can talk.”
“What if he tries to talk to me and you’re not there?”
Eddie sighed, knowing full well that there was a possibility of that happening. The only classes he and (Y/N) shared were history and study hall, which were at the beginning and end of their day. There were several opportunities for Jason to try and talk to (Y/N). To threaten her, and verbally abuse her. The thought of him not being there in her hour of need and being harmed because of it sent shivers down his spine.
At last, he gave his answer. “I don’t know. But I do know that I’m going to do everything in my power to keep that from happening.” Flashing him a smile, (Y/N) took Eddie’s hand from under her chin and brought it to her lips. It was a soft kiss, a thank you without words.
It made Eddie melt.
Closing her locker, the duo made their way to history, hoping that no one would bother them, and that the day would be only for them.
Eddie was quite surprised that none of the popular kids tried anything. Even during lunch, there was silence. He was sure that was when they were going to strike and officially cause a scene.
He had (Y/N) sit with him and the rest of Hellfire. Jeff and Gareth were surprised when she sat down, and even more, surprised when Eddie revealed they were dating. However, their cover was almost blown by Dustin and Mike — the latter having been informed of the situation over the weekend — with their terrible acting. But other than that, lunch was peaceful.
The day was just about over when Eddie and (Y/N) ran into trouble.
They were talking outside of (Y/N)’s car, making plans to hang out and set up a possible campaign that (Y/N) could join. They were discussing her character when Jason and his friends made their way over. Eddie instantly noticed the girl’s demeanor change, her whole body tensing up.
“There they are!” her ex exclaimed. “The golden couple! The talk of the town! The Freak and the Bitch.”
“What did you say?” Eddie’s fist clenched as he blocked (Y/N) from Carver’s eye line.
“I think you heard me, freak. Can’t say I’m surprised, (Y/N). You always were a little whore. Even before you and I were together.”
“You—” Eddie started. However, he stopped himself when his girl stepped in front of him. Her body language had drastically changed. Before him, was no longer the tensed, timid girl, but a confident woman who looked ready to punch Jason Carver in the face.
“Can’t say I’m surprised about you, Jason,” she answered, a powerful boom coming from her voice. Her fists were clenched, but her body was relaxed.
“What do you mean?”
“This morning I was so sure that you were going to cause a scene for everybody to watch. But now that I think back on it, I find myself laughing at the thought. You see, Jason, you were always a coward, even before we started dating. You did what you could to hold power over me, over everyone, but you can’t control me anymore. And seeing as the only witnesses you brought for your ‘takedown’ are Patrick and Andy, it won’t be hard for me to forge a completely different story than the one you had planned.”
“Oh, really?” he scoffed, folding his arms in front of his chest. “You think you can change this?”
“Yeah, because all it takes is one black eye or broken nose, for you to be done.” Jason and his gang laughed at her words.
“You think you can take me?”
It was (Y/N)’s turn to laugh. “Carver, I know I can take you.”
It was easy for her to get under his skin, now that she could, and she was ready to ride that high for the rest of her life. With barely a break in her step, (Y/N) dodged a punch from Jason. Winding up her own, she released her fist, hitting him square in the nose, ultimately breaking it. His friends jumped back, looking toward her, back at their friend, then her again.
Smirking, (Y/N) puffed out her chest, pretending to wind up another punch. The two cowards tugged on Jason’s arms before running away. Jason wallowed as he held his face in his hands, blood seeping through his finger. Eddie was in disbelief.
All this time, he took (Y/N) (Y/L/N) as a small, shy, shadow when she actually had the power to break someone’s face wide open. Her act was beyond breathtaking, and although he’d never admit it to anyone, the breakage of Jason’s nose just made her that much more attractive to him.
“You little, bitch,” Jason finally mustered to say, still clutching his face. “You’ll pay for that.”
“No, I won’t, Jason. Do you know why? Because if you hurt me or my boyfriend or any of our friends, I will tell everyone about what happened here today. I’ll tell the whole cheerleader squad how you got your nose broken by a photography student who dabbles in the fine arts. I’ll tell the rest of your basketball bullies that you got your ass kicked by a girl who knows the entirety of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. I will shout it from the rooftop that you couldn’t handle your own against your own fucking shadow.
“Because you, Jason, are nothing but a sad loser who couldn’t handle dating a girl with her own mind. You took everything away from me and made me weak because you couldn’t handle someone independent. You made me question my entire existence on this planet when I didn’t agree with you on every little thing. I am done being your toy, and I’ll be damned if you have anything to say about it.”
Jason nodded, his shoulders slacking, his eyes beginning to bruise, and his hands still covered in blood. (Y/N) waited with bated breath for him to say something, anything, that would rebuttal her words.
Yet, he stayed silent and that was all she needed to hear.
Sighing at his defeat, Jason Carver turned around and walked back toward the gym, where his buddies had run off. As she let go, releasing a breath she didn’t know she was holding, (Y/N) could feel her whole body loosen.
She felt so free. Like no one was able to touch her. It was the best feeling in the world.
Turning back to a very stunned Eddie, she couldn’t help but laugh. “What the fuck was that, (Y/L/N)? Where did all that come from?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I had this burning feeling in my chest like I needed to finally say something to him. Then he kept calling you a freak and that side of me took over.”
“And how do you feel?”
“Like I’m unstoppable.”
Eddie grinned. “That’s great. I’m proud of you. Hey, now you don’t have to deal with that punk. You can just spend all your time with me.”
(Y/N) smiled back, slowly walking towards the metalhead. “What makes you think I’m going to spend all my time with you?”
“Because I’m gorgeous and my people skills are off the charts. Plus, I’m still your boyfriend for the rest of the week, at least.”
(Y/N)’s smile grew as a flood of heat swept up her body. He wasn’t wrong. They agreed until Jason was effectively leaving her alone and/or had a new girlfriend, that they would still “be together.” The thought of Eddie being gone from (Y/N)’s life and not being her boyfriend now sounded insane to her, but she figured she’d deal with that when the time came.
“Alright, you caught me there, demon boy,” she smirked, placing her hands on either side of him as she leaned against the car, effectively trapping him. Her smirk grew as she noticed the same heat that rushed into her body, rushed into his. She liked seeing the hold she had on him. It felt right.
“So, you’ll still hang out with me?”
“Until the cows come home.” Her blush grew as she leaned in, closing the space that was between them. (Y/N) felt on fire with this kiss, it was different from all the previous pecks he had given her. Such passion and earnestness that (Y/N) couldn’t help but slip out a moan. Her sound caused a great spring of butterflies to erupt in Eddie’s stomach. Pulling her closer by the hips, Eddie deepened the kiss, hoping to elicit more beautiful sounds.
They stayed like that for a while, passionately making out before (Y/N) pulled away, desperately needing air. The two huffed and puffed, coming down from their high, neither one the wiser that no one was around.
Therefore, breaking their first rule.
Taglist:
@munsonsmel0dy
@burn1ngw00d
@ribyourtoplip
@saoirsehime2000
#stranger things#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson imagines#x fem reader#stranger things imagines#stranger things x reader#fuck jason carver#hellfire club#dustin henderson#mike wheeler#second part
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Weston HCs based off of my OC(Teddy) fic
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- Each dorm house has a specific day in their dining halls. The Sapphire Owl has Salad Sundays, the Emerald Lions have Potato Monday, etc.
- For simplicity's sake, or just to be inexplicitly disrespectful, most kids will refer to other houses as their basic colors. There's the Blue house, Purple house, Green house, and Red house.
- The Swan Gazebo has unspoken rules, such as "Don't mention Midford's little sister"
- While every student has their own robe to ward against the cold and rain, only the Violet Wolf students wear theirs all the time. It's an identifying trait of one, especially since the robes are color-coded to your house
- The prefect and the prefect's fag get their own room
- Once, the Violet dorm had a case where the fish at breakfast started moving, despite being dead. While this was a sign the fish was extremely fresh, the superstitious students didn't know and thought it was something else
- If Violet wasn't hunched over all the time, he'd be the tallest of the P4
- Being transferred to another house means you won't fit in anywhere now. The houses don't like each other, now they got this spy from another house; and to the house they came from, that student's obviously a traitor. The houses that aren't involved have house loyalty and will whisper about the move
- There's a lack of adult presence in the school, so when it comes to medical attention, you're going to get an unofficial and/or unprofessional evaluation
- The school has an auditorium. When the houses sit there for an event, they're very obviously sectioned by house
- Each dorm has a waitlist. The purple house has a waitlist to play instruments, the blue house to check out books and reserve study tables, the green house to rent out sports equipment, and the red house for access to the mirrors.
- Students can go home on winter break, including the prefects. But if the prefects go home, a student has to stay in each house to be acting-prefect, and this goes down the pecking order. If the prefect's fag is going home too, it goes to that fag's fag. If that person doesn't exist or isn't present, it goes to the oldest student of the dorm
- Redmond actually doesn't want Cole as his fag anymore, so he was looking for an excuse to get rid of him
- Redmond's uncle has a habit of flirting with every girl ever, so every year, Redmond has to keep him at bay so he doesn't go cause trouble with every girl associated with the other students
- Cheslock has a habit of messing with the new kids
- The Violet house has a willow tree
- There are four ways to get admitted into Weston: being sponsored, being a scholarship student, your family takes a loan to send you, or your family's already rich and can send you without worry for finances. There's no getting letters from the school asking you to be a student, and even if your family has a history there, you still have to pay money
- Only in the Scarlet Fox will you find students that came exclusively from rich families. Every other house has a handful of students who had to be admitted through other means
- The Scarlet Fox is the most susceptible to making enemies of the other houses because of their rich backgrounds and behavior from that. It becomes a matter of social-economic status
- Each year, a picture is taken of the prefects for their records and for the prefects to send home. They'll also take a picture with their fags, and if they have permission, their fags' fags
- Swimming in the Swan Gazebo will get you a y
- During days with bad weather, the prefects have to find another place to be than the Swan Gazebo. Sometimes they can't leave their dorm at all
- You can't have a fag from another house
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RADAMIS II NILE CRUISE
RADAMIS II NILE CRUISE
Exciting RADAMIS II NILE CRUISE try our charming Nile Cruise between Luxor and Aswan, Explore Luxor the city of oldest and most Ancient Egyptian sites, you will have a chance to discover the treasure of the temple of Queen Hatshepsut, Karnak, High Dam and variety of Egypt attractions will be waiting for you.
Radamis II Nile Cruise Tours, Experience the magical atmosphere on board with Luxor and Aswan Nile Cruise; discover beauty of Luxor and Aswan attractions, first you will visit East Bank Temples such as Luxor Temple which is a large Ancient Egyptian temple complex and was built by Amenhotep III but completed by Tutankhamun and Horemheb and then added to by Rameses II.
Radamis Nile cruise Holidays,If you want to have an amazing and wonderful tours to explore the most historical sites in Egypt; World Tour Advice is offering Nile Cruise Luxor Aswan where you will have the chance to choose your Nile Cruise between different fancy Nile Cruises with high facilities. Sail between Luxor and Aswan and enjoy the nature of the Nile River while exploring the main sightseeing between the two great cities.
Radamis II Nile Cruise from Luxor to Aswan or vice versa, a distance of 220 kilometers on board Radamis II offering 3 , 4 or 7 nights depending on Radamis II Nile cruise schedule,Unlock the mysteries of the Egypt history and trivia during Nile cruises Tours : 3 nights From Aswan every Saturday,4 Nights from Luxor every Tuesday, If Egypt Nile Cruise are a dream of your life time, It is unthinkable to wait, Join our Nile cruises holiday with Radamis II and reveal secrets of the history of Egypt across the serene Nile, this is your chance as World Tour Advice presents the best Nile cruise packages ever! From great value Nile cruise holidays deals to the extreme luxurious Nile voyage experience, we have a range of Nile cruises ships and itineraries to fit every budget and every type of probing trave
Sailing Schedule time :
All Mondays: Radamis II start sailing from Luxor to Aswan for 4 nights/5 days
All Fridays: Radamis II start sailing from Aswan to Luxor for 3 nights/4 days
Itinerary
Radamis II Cruise 4 nights
Every Monday: Radamis II Nile Cruise Itinerary – 4 nights from Luxor to Aswan
Day 1: Embarkation in Luxor
Meet and assist by World tour advice Tours representative upon your arrival at Luxor airport, train station or Luxor hotels. Then a direct transfer by private air-conditioned vehicle to board MS Movenpick Radamis II Nile cruise. Enjoy your first Lunch meal a board, then meet your tour guide, start a guided tour to visit the biggest temples ever erected in the world Karnak complex and Luxor Temples. Back to your ship for afternoon tea and dinner,at night free time to walk in the city or Sound and light show in Karnak temple, overnight stay on board in Luxor.
Day 2: Luxor Nile Cruise Tours
Breakfast on board the Radamis II Nile cruise boat, followed by a guided tour to Luxor West Bank, go to visit the Valley of the Kings, Hatshepsut Temple at El Deir EL Bahari, ruins of Amon Hotep III mortuary temple including the Colossi of Memnon, Back to the ship for lunch and an afternoon tea during sailing towards Edfu. Dinner and overnight a board MS Swsiss In Radamis II in Edfu.
Day 3: Edfu & Kom Ombo Nile Cruise Tours
Breakfast on board the MS Radamis II Nile cruise ship, then your tour guide will take you in a guided tour by horse carriage to go to visit Horus Temple in Edfu, Back to the board, sailing to the south to Kom Ombo. Enjoy Lunch on board. A guided tour to visit the temple shared by the two gods Sobek and Haroeris ( Kom Ombo temple ). Sailing to Aswan, dinner and overnight stay.
Day 4: Aswan Nile Cruise Tours
Enjoy your Breakfast on board the MS Radamis II Nile cruise, then enjoy an early tour to visit Aswan sightseeing, Aswan High Dam, Hatshepsut Unfinished Obelisk in the very old Egyptian granite quarries, tour to the majestic Philae Temple on one of Aswan beautiful islands, you will arrive it by sailing by a small motor boat,then visit the Botanical Garden on Kitchner island. Overnight stay on board in Aswan.
Day 5: Aswan – Disembarkation
Disembarkation after breakfast aboard MS Radamis II cruise. If you want to add an optional tour to visit Abu Simbel from Aswan
Transfer to Aswan airport, train station, Aswan Hotels.
Itinerary 3 Nights
Day 1 Aswan - Embrace Aswan and Nubia culture - Nile Cruise Holidays
Embarkation to Radamis II Nile cruise ship before Lunch, start an amazing tour to scout the fabulous High Dam, the Granite Quarries where you will see the unfinished obelisk of Hatshepsut, Feast your eyes by watching the glory of Philae Temple, sailing on the river Nile by Felucca around Kitchener's Island & Agha Khan, finally return back to your Radamis II Nile Cruise, Relish your yummy lunch on board Afternoon tea, Enjoy music in the cruise lounge, Dinner and overnight on board Radamis II Nile Cruise.
Day 2 Kom Ombo Edfu - Nile Cruise Holiday
Now it is time not only to taste the flavor of a tasty breakfast on board, but also to feast your eyes at the time your Cruise Sailing to Kom Ombo, scout the striking Temple of Kom Ombo, The temple is shared by two gods Sobek & Haeroris in Kom Ombo proceed sailing to Edfu, Unleash your inner adventure and visit the ravishing Temple of Horus in Edfu visit the Temple Lunch will be served during sailing time to Esna afternoon tea, Dinner on board, Enjoy Galabeya Party show, Overnight in Luxor.
Day 3 Luxor West Bank tours - Nile cruise holiday
Enjoy your yummy tasty breakfast on board, sailing from Esna to Luxor, Unleash your soul during your excursions to unblock secrets of Pharaohs, Tour to Valley of the Kings, Next visit to Valley of the Queens, proceed to the Temple of Queen Hatshepsut, known now with the name of El-Deir El-Bahary, finally Worldtouradvice tours guide will escort you back to Radamis II Nile Cruise, Lunch included on board, Afternoon Tea, Belly Dance Show, Enjoy music in the lounge, dinner and overnight on board Radamis II Nile Cruise in Luxor.
Day 4 Luxor East Bank Tour
Disembarkation from Radamis II Cruise after tasting the flavor of your yummy breakfast on board, it is the time to beguile your eyes by a tour to the fabulous Karnak Temple with its huge Pillars hall known as the forest of pillars, then stir t scout Luxor temple, then worldtouradvice will transfer you to Luxor airport or railway station for final departure
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Easter Celebrations (Czech and Hungarian edition)
Hellooo
Easter weekend was a bit chaotic, so apologies for my late post. In the Czech Republic, both the Friday before and Monday after Easter are public holidays, so we didn't have class either day. And no class means crazy trips...
Leading up to the weekend, we had an opportunity to decorate eggs (kraslice) and gingerbread cookies. I found painting eggs super relaxing; it's kind of a mindless task once you get into it. Unlike in the US, you use wax to create the designs which are typically floral or in stripes. Mine surprisingly turned out pretty well hehe. As for the gingerbread, I had no idea they were popular during Easter. I was walking around the Easter markets and saw tons of stands selling giant intricately decorated gingerbread. While I still don't know exactly why this is a thing, I did have fun icing the cookies (They did not taste very good unfortunately)
Okay sooo my blog title might be slightly misleading because I did nothing Hungarian to celebrate Easter besides go to Budapest. I mean I learned a lot about Hungarian history and the places around the city, but I think most of my friend's and my celebrating surrounded our 4 day weekend and fitting 15 people into an Airbnb which was chaos in itself.
Us girls and some jumping around at a playground that I wish I had when I was little
We started with a walking tour which covered St Stephen's Basilica, the Parliament, and the Shoes on the Danube Bank, among others. The Basilica was open to the public for free because of the holiday, and it's something I'd definitely recommend checking out. The red marble and gold accents really made the place feel straight out of a fairytale. Plus if you ever were curious about St. Stephen's (first Christian king of Hungary) mummified hand, it's displayed inside.
Exterior and Interior of St. Stephen's Basilica
Honestly, Budapest had such pretty buildings. I didn't see it at first, probably because we had cloudy rainy weather, but the sunny days really made me appreciate the buildings. Some of the city views from above also reminded me of Prague, so makes sense that both cities are ranked so highly according to their beauty.
View of the Chain Bridge, St. Matthias Church & Parliament Building plus this gorgeous sunset and my favorite area around Fisherman's Bastion
Also I can't forget to mention the ruin bars. The decorations are insane and each room has a unique vibe. Some are jungle-y, some had psychedelic decor, and others had general street art. I definitely think if our study abroad program ever had a reunion we'd choose Budapest as a close second to Prague... you don't know a true college experience until you travel with this many people :)
All 15 of us! and examples of rooms in the ruin bar
Now for some rest and recovery before I go to my favorite European city! (besides Prague ofc)
Catherine Jiang
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Kraslice - decorated easter eggs
Velikonoce - Easter
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Living with Losing You - 11/12/2022
WTF.
I am going to spare some details on this blog, but yeah, WTF. for multiple reasons. Let’s start with the good first.
I got some decent sleep last night, and I was PUMPED for CIF today. Our boys were set to get either first or second place.
On my way to CIF, I quickly grabbed PS so I wouldn’t be so hungry, and took Sadie on a quick walk. I knew that I was not going to be home for a while, so I wanted to make sure that she got outside for a little bit. Granted, she has been really active and played with so many dogs over the last couple of days.
Anyway, I was fortunate that I got there early enough to not get the worst parking ever. This event gets packed, very early on. I got there at about 8am. The boys were not arriving until 9am with an 11:10am race time. Aaron and I mingled with the other coaches from other districts, etc. I really love how tight knit this community is. I ended up running into Mya, my friend whose bridal shower I attended the week before you died. Her wedding was on the weekend of your funeral, so I of course had to miss it. I felt awful for that, but she ahs been so loving and understanding, it has truly meant a lot. I also saw Carl, the man who used to own the shoe store that I would shop at when I ran in H.S. He is like a running staple in SD, and he was helping out with the awards today. Just such great community with other school’s coaches.
I am going to spare some details on here but I / a couple of the athletes did have a situation or two today with another coach on our team. It is in the process of being addressed, and will likely talk to the AD on Monday. Anyway, I do not want to waste my energy or breath on the negative. Our boys did INCREDIBLE. I am truly so impressed with them. At one point in the race, we were winning CIF. Unfortunately we did end up getting beaten at the end, but this was still very much a win. We got second overall, and made school history. This was the most amount of boys in the top 20 ever in school history. we had 5 to be exact! Couldn’t be more proud of their hard work and dedication this season. I feel so lucky to coach such a great group. Off to state next!!! That is the weekend of Thanksgiving though, so we have some time. Our girls left their hearts on the course, and had solid races. They ended up getting 4th, and we had two girls in the top 20. Unfortunately, no one qualified for state. I am excited to jump into pre-season with them in couple of weeks for track. Yes - we start to train them that early.
After the meet, everyone decided to go to a brewery, but I really needed to get home to Sadie. I had a pretty chill rest of my evening. I played with Sadie, ate my left overs for lunch, etc. I was supposed to go out in the evening, but I was already falling asleep at like 8pm. I needed to go to bed. I ended up in bed by before 9pm, but then I woke up again at 11pm, so here I am. I am eating some plantain chips because I got snack-y since I basically had “linner”. One of them is shaped like a heart which makes me happy. I miss you. I wish you were here. You were my go to for everything. You hyped me so much.
I have to wake up early for church and tomorrow is Christmas decor day!!! I gotta be well rested. Need to try and get some more sleep. I also need to finish those incident reports about the thing I vaguely mentioned earlier.
I love youuuuuuuuu <3
Rest in Peace, James Burton Nichols
10/1/1993 - 7/16/2022
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y.j.h. ; sensory deprivation
“Sensory deprivation” (sen·so·ry dep·ri·va·tion)
the deliberate reduction or removal of stimuli from one or more of the senses.
Pairing: fem!reader X roommate!jeonghan
Genre: smut
Word count: 1.2k
BEWARE OF: fwb!jeonghan, rwb!jeonghan, cute nicknames, body restraints, blowjob, blindfolded sex, sex toys, sub!jeonghan, dom!reader, i just enjoyed this
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author note: I honestly tried so hard writing some of my chapters this weekend and ended up finalizing this Monday, thank god bc I was such an emotional wreck for a little while before. Idk if it's the adulting thing but it's pretty hard to picture a fantasy when I was so overwhelmed with reality. I hope you guys have been doing well and to the person who suggested a breeding kink, It is on the way, my love, I just can't say when or for who. Thank you guys so much for the support so far. it really makes my day and I always look at your feedback as an escape bc they actually make me so happy . thank you.
You pretty much vowed to yourself to never get involved with Yoon Jeonghan ever again for various reasons. The number one reason was that he was way too good in bed with absolutely no desire to be exclusive. The next to the biggest reason was also the fact once you do get back into a routine with him, you’d never see the light of day again since you were roommates. Jeonghan is, generally speaking, a heartbreak waiting to happen.
He knew that you were avoiding him, given your complicated history, and he frankly enjoyed the push and pull. You were far from an ex, yet not at a person he was seeing, you were just Y/n. Most of your encounters were bickering among your circle of friends or rendezvous in a friend’s empty bedroom. Now that you were living together, you had no choice but to see him. And that included things like seeing the aftermath of bringing a person he brought home.
“Another one of your awful flings. At least she didn’t demand that I make her breakfast thinking I was the maid.”
The half-naked man dubiously raised a brow. “What about Seungcheol? You liked him.”
You gave a side grin, finishing up the last of your orange juice. “Yeah, he was cute. A real ego booster too when he offered to ‘tag’ me in. Minghao, however, I’m pretty sure a hex was put on me.” You briefly shook your head, “I can never trust those witchy astrology bitches.”
“You should’ve said yes to the threesome, imagine all the fun we could’ve had together,” with a devious smile, he claimed the shared bathroom for his personal use.
That had only been a taste of your new routine and it would continue that way until Jeonghan could convince you to do something convenient for both of you. Every time the topic would come up, you’d answer him with a flat-out, no, not bothering to give a convoluted excuse, but he knew he'd find a way. He always had things his way.
It was easier than he expected, making him think why he hadn’t thought of the idea earlier. All he had to do was show off his new purchases to entice you with a new experience. Lately, he dipped his toes in the world of instruments of sexual gratification and it made him wonder whether it'd convince you as much as he enjoyed it. The way you stared down at the silk restraints, Jeonghan knew he had you wrapped around his finger.
If only he had known it'd be the other way around.
The eyes you had leaning in and tying his wrists and ankles down to the frame of the bed was a sight he never dared expect. They were glossy, unwavering, and for the first time, you looked daunting. It was an unexpected change to the usual soft and vulnerable demeanor you present in front of him. “Doll, you’re not holding back on those ties, are you?”
“Of course not, dear,” you knotted the silk material for no room of movement, “I can’t have you forgetting your place, can I?”
His star-splayed nude body was defenseless and your knees planted either side of him, holding the last silk tie in front of his face. “It’s a shame though I can’t see those pretty eyes of yours, but I’m going to make you feel so good.”
“I know you will, doll.” He hummed, his vision blackening as you drew forward and tied it around the back of his head.
That made him rely on his other senses instinctively, letting the mixture of your perspiration and perfume enter his nostrils, the subtle presence of breath fall on his skin, and the sound of the creakiness of the cheaply made bed frame to entice his excitement. A single hand trailed down the center of his chest, lingering over his exposed torso as your plump, pillowy lips captured his in an instant. Your Wrigley's spearmint flavored tongue explored him with no hesitation as Jeonghan’s hands subconsciously tried to escape out of his restraints.
He heard the clicking of your tongue, before you bit down on the bottom of his lip, urging a soft whimper from his end. “Now you know you can’t do that, Han.”
“I can’t help it. I’d love nothing more than to see and feel you in your entirety, you know that.”
“I do, but we’re doing things my way.”
The hair on his arms involuntarily stood at the tone of your voice and was now only able to follow the sound of your movement as he felt your presence peeled away from his body. Your hand ghosted over the form of his cock, wrapping it around your fingers, your index stretching to tease the slit of his tip. “Gosh, you should see how throbbing you look. It’s delicious.”
A slick lick ascended starting from his shaft before he felt your lips squeeze around his swollen head. Jeonghan gasped, curling his toes, surprised at the sensation without being able to witness it. You suckled against his length, tracing your tongue over his apparent veins, gulping down your drool as you swallowed him in your mouth. The wet sounds you made while doing so were the main focus, besides the intense heat of your mouth that was, of what was on the man’s mind.
“Baby, keep going, please.” He whined, his nails digging into the cushion of his palm.
You got drunk in your own body language, letting your mess dribble down your chin, and a harsh red-stained your cheeks from the burst of serotonin that ran all throughout your body. You gazed up at Jeonghan, blissfully moaning, and felt luckily you came out with the longer end of the stick. You hollowed out your cheeks, closing around him with your nails light clawing down his stomach. Pulling away from him, you continued to stroke him in your hand as the sticky results coated your hands.
“Mmh, how did that feel?”
“God, you’re wonderful,” He sighed with a wide smile.
You matched him, crawling back up on his form and pressing a hand against his cliched cheek to give him a chaste kiss, thanking him. Your palms landed on the center of his chest, embracing the firmness of his body as you began planting kisses on the line of his jaw, shivers running down his spine every hot breath you take and every hum vibrating against his skin. “You’re driving me crazy now, doll.”
“If you like that, I’ll have to show what real pleasure is.”
He felt you step off the bed and sounds of rumble would intrigue his ears before you returned to him with an unknown object. “Whatcha got there, doll?”
You softly giggled. “You’ll see.”
You glanced at the cock ring in your hand with an amused expression before applying it to his full length, a confused expression permanent on his face. “Baby, what—Doll, no.”
“And surprise,” you pressed a secret button, “it vibrates.”
Jeonghan lightly jerked forward, reacting to the subtle hum of his cock being manipulated by his newly found toy. “O-oh, oh!”
You rubbed your clit raw, seating yourself on his stomach cowgirl style, as you shared the vibrations he felt. Your body twitched, feeling the sensation reach your eager clit, and biting your lip as you palmed over his member. “F-fuck, now it’s fun for the both of us.”
“You’re more creative than I am, I have to admit. Now, let’s see if we can both cum without using my cock.”
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