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#and pretend i’m not hurt by it so that we can move on i guess hshs even tho it just sticks with me and it hurts me
hornytofugirl · 23 days
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Taking You Seriously (Gojo Satoru x Fem Reader)
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cw: minors dni, fem!reader, fem!reader x gojo, more angsty than expected lol, hair-pulling, doggy, sidefuck, riding, blowjob, creampie
word count: 3.1k words
note: this was so much longer than expected, but i hope it's worth it LOL
plot: you just had your first fight with satoru, and you're tired of him not taking you seriously.
You just had your first fight with Satoru, and you’re pissed.
To cool down, you left Satoru mid-conversation and slammed the door to the living room in the apartment you two lived in together. You recently moved in a month ago, but you were seriously contemplating on packing your bags and leaving temporarily.
You never felt like Satoru took you seriously, and if he did, you wouldn’t know or you would have to gaslight yourself to think that he did. Whenever you tried to bring up heavy topics, he would always skirt around and make jokes, or somehow take the conversation back to himself. You were aware that this was probably Satoru’s way to managing stressful situations, but it was painful, dismissive, and isolating.
Your heart ached, the memories you have of him oscillating between good, and painful. You imagined his cute laugh, the way he’d give you stupid, random souvenirs from his work trips, and the way you both laughed and did silly dances together. But then you’d also remember the way he would pretend that nothing would be wrong by laughing it off, even when you knew he was hiding so much pain.
You didn’t know what to expect from his laughs. Would it be a joke, or just his way of hiding something because he didn’t trust you?
You swiftly put on your black flats, and was just about to twist the doorknob when you felt a looming shadow behind you. You don’t dare look behind. You wouldn’t give him the luxury of seeing your face.
“So you’re going to leave, and not finish what you’ve started? The conversation isn’t over,” Satoru replied, his voice strangely calm. Just a minute ago, his voice was loud, and almost shrill, even.
“I guess I am. How can I finish a conversation that you’re not taking seriously?” You ask, hoping the words stab into his heart. He needs to know exactly the type of pain you’re feeling.
“I’m serious. Dead serious.” Satoru replied, his voice growing lower. You turn around and you notice him touching his blindfold.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Using your technique on me? You’re a piece of shit-“ You reach over to grab his hand, but your hands stop right before touching his face. You try your hardest to drive your hand forward, but it won’t move due to his Limitless technique. Satoru lifted up his blindfold, and his eyes met yours.
His eyes strike yours with azure clarity, his eyes resembling a clear sky, with no clouds in sight. Even though you are furious, you couldn’t help but feel captivated by his eyes. It was hard to look away once his eyes locked onto yours.
“I am a piece of shit. We both know this,” Satoru said softly, using your hand to caress his face. Your anger softens slightly, your body becoming less stiff, “I just wanted to look at you.”
Satoru wasn’t the type to self-deprecate. In fact, he was usually doing the opposite. He was charmingly arrogant, and you didn’t want to make his head even bigger.
“You’re not a piece of shit. You just… don’t take me seriously. Something is obviously bothering you, and you won’t tell me what it is. Do you think I’m stupid enough to not know? Do you how much it hurts for you to not trust me? The least you could do is not cover your feelings up with jokes-“
Satoru pulls you and slams his lips against yours. You yelp in surprise, but you welcome his soft lips, your hands cupping his face. Satoru pulls away, and stares at you intently, his blue eyes staring straight into your soul.
“There are two things bothering me. The first thing bothering me is what will happen in Shibuya on Halloween. I have a feeling that something’s off. The second thing bothering me is that you think that I don’t take you seriously,” Satoru replied, “The first thing can’t be resolved now. But the second…” You feel your heart starting to beat faster. You also feel a lot lighter, now that you finally know what was bothering Satoru. But what was Satoru going to do? It was hard to tell with him.
Before you could process what was happening, Satoru gently lifted you up, and carried you into the bedroom. He quickly lays you on the bed, and is on top, staring at you. You notice that his blindfold is now completely off, his white hair beautifully framing his eyes. His eyes are solemn, his face covered with unknown intent.
There were no jokes, and no laughing this time. Usually, when you slept with Satoru, there was a lot of playfulness, and a lot of giggling. But not this time.
“I do trust you, you know. I trust you a lot, actually,” Satoru said, his face inching closer to yours, “But the last thing I want is to tell you information that could get you in danger. I don’t trust who I could become if I saw someone hurting you because of your proximity to me.”
That last sentence made you feel a inkling of the burden Satoru felt on a daily basis. He was the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. He was constantly watched, targeted, and scrutinized by his comrades and enemies. Of course he didn’t want you to get hurt in the crossfire. He didn’t want you to be targeted the same way he was. You were an idiot for thinking he didn’t take you seriously. A fucking idiot. You couldn’t even fathom how seriously he valued you.
And now he thinks that you think otherwise.
“Satoru, I don’t care what you become if someone were to hurt me because of you. I’ll love you either way,” You say with clarity, sweetly sealing your sentence with a gentle kiss on his lips.
However, Satoru breaks away, and looks at you one more time. He smirks, making your face flush, “Of course you will,” he smiles smugly, “But, I’ll take you seriously.”
His eyes immediately darken with focus as he swiftly took off his signature black shirt and firmly presses his lips against yours, unbuttoning your white dress shirt. You gasp, shocked at the force, but you quickly unbotton your shirt and unhook your bra, feeling Satoru’s warm, built chest against yours as you wrapped your arms around him. Satoru pulls your black jeans down smoothly, slowly trailing his fingers down to your pussy, finding your clit instantly. You catch your breath, letting out a soft moan as Satoru slowly moved his finger back and forth, your body curling up towards his. He gradually built speed, your moans slowly growing more intense and shrill, your moans going from low, satisfactory groans to high yelps of pleasure.
“S-Satoru,” you moan, “Am I wet enough for you? I want you inside me. Now.”
“Hmm, let’s check. You’re usually a waterfall at this point,” Satoru chirped, licking his lips and giving you a cheeky wink before going down on your pussy. He starts with licking in between your folds, and you start to wiggle, but he clamps your hips down, so you couldn’t move.
“Satoru! Fuck!” You moan as he starts to lick your clit, his tongue licking side to side. You shove his head closer into your pussy.
“Yeah, I’m right. You’re a waterfall, as usual,” Satoru replied raising up to meet your eyes with a smirk. His eyes glowed a neon blue, his smirk showing satisfaction and confidence with his pussy eating, “You taste so much better though. We should fight some more if make up pussy tastes this good,” He replied, his smirk growing.
“Satoru!” You exclaim, playfully slapping his head, “Just shut up and eat me out!”
Satoru stared at you, partly still processing the fact that you bonked him, and then smiled devilishly, “Oh? You’re telling me what to do, now? Is this what you’re like after a fight? You’re so much cuter when you’re mad,” Satoru chuckled, grabbing his shirt, “But I don’t follow orders. So bye!” He starts to put his shirt over his head, but you grab his shirt, stopping him from fully wearing it.
“You. Are not. Going. Anywhere.” You say, staring at him, “Whatever happened to taking me seriously, Satoru? You’re scared that your best efforts won’t be enough for me? Is that why you’re putting on your shirt? Is that why you’re running?” Your eyes burned into his. Your clit tingled, still wanting more, but you wanted to hide your dignity under taunting. Maybe he’ll come back if you hit his ego hard enough.
Satoru started laughing, his laugh deep and full-bodied, echoing through the apartment, “Oh, love. If you’re going to bruise my ego, you need to be a bit meaner! Your words are so cute,” He giggled, and then his eyes suddenly got darker, and he narrowed his eyes, “It’s so obvious that you want me. Be a good girl, and beg for my cock.”
“Okay, I will,” You said with a monotone, unserious tone, “I want your cock. Woohoo.”
Satoru widened his eyes, and he licked his lips with desire. He didn’t realize how much he liked you being defiant. It’ll make it all the more hotter when he forced you into sweet submission. Satoru unzipped his pants, and your eyes widened when you saw his cock emerge. Oh, he’s hard. Also, he was huge. Satoru loomed over you on the bed, and slid his cock up and down the outside of your pussy, his cock quickly getting slick and wet. You instantly cover your mouth and held your breath. He wasn’t going to make you moan. No way. Not here, not now.
“Oh, you’re really trying to be a bad girl, huh!” Satoru laughed, “Let’s see how long you can be bad for before I break you!” He proceeded to slide his cock faster, and he wrapped his large hand around your neck. You firmly shut your eyes. “Fuck, fuck fuck!” You thought, “This feels so fucking good, oh god fuck me-“
Before you could build your resolve, Satoru dove into your breasts and sucked your nipple. Your eyes roll back as he started to lick them, and you can feel your pussy throbbing with want.
“Let him in,” a voice said inside of you, “Be a good girl. You’ll get him inside you faster.”
You attempt to shut the voice out of your mind. No fucking way. But before you could shut the voice out completely, you feel Satoru give a soft nibble on your nipple.
You yelp, and you gasp, slamming your hands even harder against your face. Your yelp of pleasure hummed against your hands, but it was already too late. A moan, was a moan, and Satoru heard it.
“Oh, I broke you already? Aw, you tried so hard! I’ll give you an A for effort,” Satoru replied boldly, his eyes glowing with confidence, “Now be a good girl and suck my fucking cock.”
Satoru lifted his cock, slick with your wetness, and shoved his cock into your mouth. You jump, and you attempt to take all of his cock into your mouth, but you could only get to half of it at most. You look up to see Satoru with a somewhat manic, satisfied smile.
At this point, all you wanted was for Satoru to cum inside you, and pound you until you lost the ability to walk. You can feel the desperation building up, and you fully let the desperation consume you whole.
So you looked up at Satoru, your eyes on his as you bobbed your head back and forth into his cock. You make sure to not gag, and you slide your tongue on every spot of his cock, making sure to leave no spot untouched. Every time you sucked in, you made sure to suction your cheeks so that the suction would be tighter.
“Ugh, just like that,” Satoru groaned. You see Satoru’s eyes waver with pleasure, but he still kept his eyes on you. You let go of his cock to see your spit and his pre-cum connecting your mouth to his cock - a reminder of where your mouth was moments ago.
“Was that good enough for you, Satoru?” You ask, your eyes shining, “I can do more, you know,” You were completely broken at this point, but you stopped caring. You wanted Satoru in you, all over you, everywhere. You wanted to breathe in Satoru, and breathe out Satoru. You wanted to consume him whole, just like how he consumed your mind.
“It was. I think you’ve earned it,” Satoru replied with a smirk, “You’ve really outdone yourself.” He proceeded to take his blindfold, tying it around your eyes. You gasp, touching his silk, black blindfold, seeing nothing but complete darkness. At this point, Satoru had you wrapped around his finger. You were now at the mercy of his whims, which could be anything. Satoru was hard to predict.
Satoru promptly laid you face down, and lifted your ass up. You smile, expecting his cock to slip right inside your pussy and stretch you out.
But you feel a hard, firm slap to your ass instead. You jolt, and you yelp in surprise.
“S-Satoru!” You beg, “Please stop making me wait!” You can hear Satoru chuckling, planting a small kiss on your ass where he slapped you. The stinging pain remained, and you can feel your butt turn pink.
“Ah fine, fine. Be careful for what you wish for,” Satoru replied, and you tense up, preparing for yourself. Despite the fact that you and Satoru fucked a lot, his dick was always a lot to take in. Physically and mentally.
Satoru thrust his cock deep inside you, and grabbed your hips and pushed you further into him. You let out a loud moan, feeling him fully stretch your insides.
“Oh my god. You feel so fucking good. Fuck,” Satoru groaned, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy with wet ease. He wasn’t gentle, and you could hear the pounding, wet clap between your ass and his body. It felt heavenly, and you didn’t want him to stop.
“Ah, Satoru! Please don’t stop,” You moan, and you suddenly have your hair quickly pulled back, your head pounding. Satoru started to lick and kiss your neck sloppily, a small trail of spit slowly trailing down your side-boob. You feel Satoru catch the trail with his tongue, his tongue moving all the way back up to your neck. You shiver, the trail he left leaving a slight chill. You’re amazed that he was able to clean up while still pounding you to no end, and while holding your hair in a messy chunk with his hands.
However, knowing Satoru, you’re not surprised. This was probably a perk to seeing everything. Nothing escaped his eyes, and he knew exactly what he was capable of.
He transitioned you to lay on your side, and he laid behind you, his cock slipping in and out of your entrance. You gasp, and he squeezes your tits hard, and you squeal, almost bumping into his head when you move your head back. Satoru chuckles before going inside you again, and you can hear a low growl of pleasure as he goes in deeper, muttering, “Fuck.” You hold the hand Satoru used to squeeze your tits, and gasp as he responded by pounding harder. Satoru pants, his breath warm on your neck as he kept going.
“I want to ride you until you cum, baby,” You moan, sweat starting to slide behind your neck, “P-Please, I just want to take you all in.
You turn around, and Satoru takes off your blindfold, his eyes only inches away from you. He doesn’t look away, and he smiles deviously as he moves you to the edge of the bed, and he plops you on top of his lap, his hands squeezing your ass.
“I’ll let you ride, but I want you to look at me all the way through,” Satoru replies as you adjust your position on top, the edge of your slick cunt touching his throbbing head.
There’s a moment of silence where you can hear each other’s loud, ragged breathing. You lock eyes with Satoru, full of longing before you sit, plunging your pussy and trapping his cock inside of you. You try to not close your eyes, but you moan loudly, Satoru’s eyes still intently on you. You squeeze your stomach, and you bounce on top of him, your wetness getting everywhere on his lap. Satoru groans with pleasure, and you take it as a sign to do your best. You bounce with a steady rhythm, squeezing your walls as you plunged down on his cock. You then start to lean back, and Satoru instinctively holds you steady as you circle your hips around him, feeling his cock stretch more of you. Satoru is tempted to look at your hips move, but he keeps his eyes on you, and you keep yours on him. There’s no way you’re breaking eye contact with him.
At some point though, Satoru couldn’t take it anymore. He pulls you back up, falls back so that you’re laying on top of him, and he holds you down, thrusting rapidly into you.
Oh god, it’s hitting that spot. You were going to cum soon.
“Oh my god, Satoru, I’m going to cum. Oh my god, fuck me, keep going, don’t fucking stop!” You scream, your eyes widening manically. Satoru stared back, his eyes darkening with focus. He didn’t stop thrusting, and you could feel your legs shaking, your walls clenching. You lose sight of Satoru as you start to black out, seeing and feeling nothing but your orgasm. You see a glimmer of Satoru’s smile as you came, your wetness covering his dick.
Once your vision comes back, you can see Satoru starting to lose his composure. Your pussy was so irresistably wet and tight, and his dick couldn’t resist. He thrusts faster, roaring your name as he thrusts more deeply and intensely into you, making sure that his cock filled you up with his cum.
For a moment, you laid on top, and his breath settled, and you can feel his heart speeding. You lift up your pussy from his cock, and you can see his cum glisten, dripping slowly from your pussy. You look back, and you see Satoru with a relaxed smile.
“I’ll always take you seriously my love, don’t forget that,” He said, before tenderly kissing you on the lips.
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pandorafairy · 1 year
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Secret Cove (Part 3)
Neteyam x Metkayina (oldest daughter of Tonowari, the chief)
Neteyam is 18
Contains: new character & secrets, Neteyam fluff, Neteyam jealousy
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I break the surface of the water with a fish flapping around in my net. The Sully children, all except Neteyam, study the way I hold it. Kiri frowns slightly, like she’s unhappy with the killing of the fish. I paddle up to the ledge where they all sit, their toes brushing against the waves. 
“It’s our dinner Kiri.” I smile at her and pull myself out of the water. A few villagers whisper from a nearby pod, their eyes following my movement. Rumors about Tonowari’s eldest getting in trouble have spread rapidly. I act like I don’t see their stares. 
“Yea, I know,” Kiri replies in annoyance. Tuk stares off into the horizon, lost in her own world. Lo’ak stares at Tsireya and she pretends not to notice. Everyone seems fine but lessons feel wrong without Neteyam here. Lo’ak had said their father took Neteyam out hunting with the other men. Aonung and Rotxo had looked at each other with shared jealousy. I hadn’t said anything but I know it’s more than just a hunting spree. Guess Jake and my father really do want us to stay apart. 
“That’s it for today,” Aonung says. Kiri immediately jumps up and skips off, Tuk hurrying behind her. Lo’ak pats Aonung on the back before following after his sisters. I sigh. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to see Neteyam again. What if he doesn’t return to our lessons? Should I sneak out again? Risk being caught?
“Sister?” Aonung asks. Rotxo peers curiously at me from beside him. “What’s bothering you?”
“Nothing, I’m fine.” I smile at him, it hurts my face to do it but I do. I haven’t told him anything that happened. I just said that our parents freaked out over nothing. That he had nothing to worry about. That I’m fine. I know he didn’t fully believe me but he knew better than to push me. 
Aonung shrugs before challenging Rotxo to a race. They dive in the water and disappear under the waves. I should return to my pod where my parents are expecting me. Eclipse is soon, and after the trouble I got in, I can’t risk being late. But my rebellious streak still burns through me. I keep hearing Neteyam’s voice in my head, We already broke two rules, what’s a few more?
I’m so lost in thought that I don’t realize someone’s walked up beside me until he speaks. 
“Hey.” I whip my head to the side to find Issak standing beside me. He’s tall with light blue skin and a spear in his hand. His black hair curls around his temples. Issak and I were friends as children. Always swimming after each other and exploring. Our parents used to say that we were destined for eachother. Before everything happened. Before– no. I can’t think about that. 
“Issak,” I say, surprise evident in my voice. “What is it?”
He laughs, the sound rumbles from within him. A familiar sound, one I’ve heard many times before. “I’m just saying hello. Can I not say hello?”
I don’t respond and he tilts his head at me. “How is training the forest kids?”
I roll my eyes and start walking towards my pod. That’s what he wants to talk about? A million memories flash through my mind, mostly of things I want to forget. His footsteps vibrate on the path behind me. 
“Wait,” he says as he places a hand on my arm. “I didn’t mean that. I just want to see how you’re doing.”
“You care now?”
“I’m sorry, I’ve been busy and I… well I heard something about you.”  Dread curls in my stomach. I already know what he’s about to say. He keeps his hand on my arm. His four webbed fingers feel so different from Neteyam’s five soft ones.
 “Did you steal the special alcohol? The ones we use for celebration?” 
The whole village really does know. I try not to groan. “No, I didn’t.” I move to push past him but he places his other hand on my shoulder, blocking me. 
“I’m not judging. We did things we shouldn’t have back when…” he shrugs. “Anyway, can you grab some alcohol for me? Who knows when the Tulkun will be back and we can have a celebration.” 
I freeze. Things we shouldn’t have. I can’t deal with Issak right now. I forcefully shove his hands off me. “I can’t and I wouldn’t,” I reply sharply.
He tries to grab me again. “Wait, that not why I wanted to–”
“Don’t touch me!”
Someone clears their throat behind me. Issak’s apologetic face turns into one of concern. Neytiri stands behind me, her eyes narrow on Issak. He gives her a curt nod before turning and leaving me. 
Neytiri watches his retreating back with distaste, as if she can sense his energy, before stepping toward me. Did she seek me out? My mouth goes dry. “Is Neteyam okay?”
Surprise flashes through her eyes. “He is fine. Out with his father.” 
Relief floods through me as Neytiri cocks her head to the side. “Are you alright?” 
I nod. It’s an easy lie– I’ve been telling everyone that I’m okay. That I’m not bothered by the clan spreading rumors and talking about me. And now Issak; is he going to bring up the past? On top of it all, is the deep ache in my heart, my longing to be with Neteyam. Just to speak with him and see his playful smile. Neytiri studies me, her intelligent eyes looking right into me. I’m convinced she can see my every thought. 
“I was looking for you,” she begins and drops her voice to a whisper. “Up on shore where the trees grow taller, three hours after eclipse. A good time for a ride.” 
What? I’m about to ask her a question but she walks away immediately, disappearing into the village as my people get ready for dinnertime. I look at the sky, eclipse has already begun, sending orange rays of light across the ocean. Three hours after? A ride? 
~~~
I feel stupid. I’ve walked further and higher than I ever have before; I went past the mangrove and palm trees until the ground began lifting up, towards the mountain. And there has been no sound other than my own footsteps. Maybe I misunderstood Neytiri. Maybe she was just sharing some random tidbit with me? I mean there is nothing up here to ride. 
Not that I would know, my people never come up here, everything we need is in the ocean and on the shore. I’m starting to get cold, the night sky glistening above me as I stare at the unfamiliar treetops. The ground feels strange between my toes. That’s it, I misunderstood, and I’m going home. 
I’m about to leave when the ground crunches behind me. I whip around, suddenly scared in this unknown territory. Neteyam stands in front of me and pushes a wooden woven headband onto his head.
“Neteyam,” I breathe, feeling the air rushes out of my lungs. He takes two steps towards me and I run at him, throwing my arms around his shoulders. He stumbles backwards at the force of my embrace but quickly recovers. His strong arms encircle me, warming my chilled skin. He buries his face in my neck and inhales. 
All my worries and anxieties disappear, they vanish right from me, as they always do when I’m with him. Neither of us speak, we simply enjoy the other’s presence. After a few moments, we pull out of our embrace. 
Neteyam grabs my hand. “I wasn’t sure she would do it.” 
“Do what?” 
“My mom. I implied that I didn’t want to be alone tonight but I wasn’t sure if she understood. Definitely wasn’t sure if she would tell you.” 
I squeeze his hand. “She told me. Guess there’s one person who supports us.” 
“She likes you.” 
I hold back my surprise. Neytiri, badass warrior, likes me? I laugh in disbelief. “I think she just wants you to be happy.” 
A playful smile grows on Neteyams lips and he nudges my side. “Oh, you think you make me happy, huh?”
“As a matter of fact,” I nudge him back, “I think I do.” 
He laughs, his shoulders jiggle with the motion. It’s a sweet sound, almost addicting, like a perfect melody you just want to capture and listen to over and over. His whole face changes when he laughs, he seems so relaxed. I’m staring at him, I know I am. He notices and smiles at me, no playfulness— just a genuine smile. 
“You make me very happy,” he whispers. I shrug and make a face that says, I knew it. He rolls his eyes and starts rubbing his fingers in small circles on my hand. “But, my mom does like you. She said you have a strong heart.” 
I’ve never heard that expression. “What does it mean?”
“It means…” He leans towards me and kisses me cheek. His soft lips brush my skin as his scent fills my nose; saltwater and something muskier, like the wood of a forest. “You are brave.” He pulls away and moves to my other cheek. “And kind.” He kisses me again, causing heat to rise to my face. He inches his face up to my forehead. “And full of life.” His lips brush my forehead and I lean into him. I close my eyes as his arms wrap around me. He puts his head down so his forehead meets mine. 
Our breath mixes together in front of us. I open my eyes to find him looking at me, drinking in every aspect of my face. “And beautiful. A beautiful soul.” 
My breath catches in my throat. No one has ever said anything like that to me. I stare back into his eyes, feeling my heartbeat ferociously in my chest. I can’t believe how amazing he is. My mind goes quiet when I’m around him, like it’s finally at peace. A million words stumble through my mind but all I can say is, “That’s not me. That’s you.” 
He shakes his head, his forehead rubbing against mine. “It’s us.” 
I grin, my first real smile in awhile. Neteyam’s pupils widen as he looks at me. He pulls his forehead away and tugs my hand. “I want to show you something,” he says before tightening his grip on my hand running deeper into the mountainside. 
We run for a little until we reach a cliff. Palm trees cover the side of it but in the center, is an ikran. I gasp at the sight of it. It’s colorful wings, a strong neck, and beady eyes. The ikran grasps the side of the cliff, its beak beckoning to Neteyam. The ocean glistens from below. 
Neteyam watches me absorb this sight, his hand never leaving mine. After a moment he says, “I want you to meet someone.” 
Neteyam walks up to the ikran and makes a sound. The ikran behinds their head, rubbing against Neteyam’s strong chest. He rubs the ikran’s head lovingly before motioning for me to join him. I walk slowly closer to him, nervousness spreading through my body. I’ve never been so close to an ikran before. 
Neteyam grabs his hair and connects it to his ikran, making tsaheylu. The ikran’s eyes focus on me as they bend their head, inviting me to pet. I reach my hand out steadily and stroke Neteyam’s ikran. His ikran looks at me curiously as I continue to run my hand down his scales. 
Neteyam smoothly jumps onto his ikran’s back, settling his foot into a grove on the side of his saddle. He sticks his hand out to me. “Come on.” 
“No, no,” I say unsurely. “I’ve never flown.”
“It’s amazing. The view is…” 
“You go, I’ll wait here.” 
Neteyam looks at me, a smirk growing on his lips. “Are you scared, ocean girl?” 
I stand up straight. “No, I’m not. I just prefer not to be way up in the sky.” 
He laughs and shakes his outreached hand. “Come with me. I won’t let anything happen to you.” 
I swallow, doubts swarming in my mind. What if someone saw us? Neteyam’s hand glows in the dark, that gorgeous blue. Screw it. I take his hand and he pulls me up onto his ikran with a triumphant gleam in his eyes. I settle in behind him, my legs straddling his hips. 
“Not too high, forest boy,” I begin as Neteyam shoots his ikran straight up into the air. A scream hurdles out of my mouth as I throw my arms around his waist and hold on as tightly as possible. The wind whips against my face, causing my eyes to water. My heart beats wildly. We are flying completely straight up. “Neteyam!” I yell in his ear. 
I think he’s laughing but I can’t hear him over the roar of the wind. His shoulders shake rhythmically, as if he’s really enjoying this. I squeeze my eyes shut. I shouldn’t have agreed to this. His ikran goes flat. It happens in an instant, one moment we are skyrocketing upwards and now we are smoothly flying in a straight line. 
Neteyam pats my thigh. “You can open your eyes,” he says softly. 
I open them slowly and observe the view. The ocean looks like a dark blanket from up here. I can see the surf like white glaze across the sand. Our village looks so small. The night sky seems so close and the glow from it seems to radiate into my soul. I breathe deeply, feeling the beauty and magic of Pandora. 
Then I notice Neteyam staring at me. I take my hand off his waist and smack him in the arm. “You skxawng!” I yell. “You could’ve killed me!” 
“You wouldn’t have died… maybe just fallen in mid-air for a little…”
I smack again causing him to laugh. “I said not too high!” 
“But then you wouldn’t see this,” he replies and motions to the beautiful view beneath us. “Besides, I would’ve caught you.”
“Mhm,” I mumble as I lean my head forward and relax it on his shoulder. He continues to fly his ikran. We circle high above the village, over the cliffs, and past the reefs. His body warms mine against the wind as I absorb the feelings of flying. It feels like true freedom. I’m glad he showed me this. 
“Hey,” I whisper to him. He turns his head over his shoulder and looks at me. “When the Tulkun come, I want to introduce you to my spirit sister.” 
His lips break apart into a wide smile. “I’d like that.” He places a kiss on my forehead. I wrap my arms tighter around him, enjoying the feeling of my body pressed against his. He places his hand on my leg, his fingers wrapping around my thigh. I wish I could stay just like this forever. 
~~~
I sit on my ilu, absorbing the daylight as the ocean water skims my legs. The Sully kids, my siblings, and me, all sit on our ilu’s in a circle. Our lessons had begun early today but I didn’t mind. Neteyam is here. I had a feeling Neytiri said something to Jake about letting him come. I owe her so many thanks.
He’s right next to me, his skin reflecting the light from the water. I try not to stare. We’ve been keeping us a secret, especially from our families. But it’s hard. I find myself always gravitating towards him. He always looks at me from the corner of his eye. Or he’ll playfully try and grab my tail when no one is looking. Except, Lo’ak and Tsireya saw him this morning and they shared a knowing look. 
“What should we do next?” Aonung asks the group as we float on the surface of the water, the village behind us. 
“Let’s keep diving!’ Tuk cries from her ilu next to Kiri. 
“Argh, not again Tuk,” Lo’ak says and rolls his eyes.
“You never want to do what I wanna do,” Tuk pouts. 
“You always want to do lame things. That’s why you always follow us around.” 
“No I don’t!” Tuk says angrily. 
“Lo’ak,” Neteyam’s stern voice comes out. “Don’t start.” 
Lo’ak grumbles something under his breath as the others begin talking about other things to do. I giggle softly. Neteyam’s voice is so much deeper when he is trying to be stern. He looks over at me, hearing my laugh. He narrows his eyes at me like he knows what I’m laughing about. 
His ilu swims into mine causing me to jerk forward. I gasp and look up at him. He shrugs with a look on his face that says, I didn’t do it. I accusingly shake my head at him before telling my ilu to swim into his. Just before our animals connect, he dodges away. 
“Too slow, ocean girl,” he says confidently, an arrogant grin sneaking onto his face.
Oh he’s gonna eat his words. I’m just about to tell my ilu to swim right into his when an all too familiar voice speaks. 
“Hello.” 
My stomach drops. I turn around to see Issak swimming right up to us. Aonung and Tsireya wave at him. If only they knew… 
Kiri and Tuk watch him curiously as he joins our circle in the waves. Lo’ak and Neteyam both assess him, trying to figure him out. Issak greets my siblings before turning his gaze to me. 
“Can I speak to you?” 
“I’m busy.”
He smiles at me, his charmer smile. “It will only be a moment.” Neteyam’s gaze sharpens at Issak’s expression. 
I nod. I can’t turn him down without getting questions from my siblings. Issak motions with his head for me to follow and turns from the group. Neteyam watches me, his eyes guarded. “I’ll be right back,” I say. 
As I swim out of the circle, Lo’ak’s voice floats after me, “Yo, he looks badass. Better watch out, bro.”
“Shut up,” Neteyam responds, an edge in voice. 
I shake my head. Issak is far from badass. He waits for me a little ways from the group, his head bowed down as he pats his ilu. Every nerve in my body is telling me to turn around. Issak is a reminder of too many things. Things I don’t want to remember. He looks up as I reach him, his blue eyes twinkling dangerously. 
“Two visits in one day,” I say flatly. 
“You’re a lucky girl,” he smirks. 
I roll my eyes and look back at the group. Neteyam is watching us. I can see the tension in his shoulders from here. He asks Aonung a question. Aonung turns and looks at Issak before beginning to respond to Neteyam. Great, who knows what he’s telling him. 
“Got a thing for the tree lover?” 
I snap my gaze back to Issak, anger brewing in my gut. “What do you want?” 
Issak sighs and looks at the sky. I bite my tongue to keep from saying something rude. I look back at the group, Aonung is still talking to Neteyam. Lo’ak inches closer to them, straining to hear their conversation. Tsireya watches me worriedly. Neteyam’s eyebrows clench together and his eyes never leave me. 
“I don’t have all day,” I snap at Issak. 
“I miss you.” 
My jaw drops open. Issak reaches his hand out and puts it on my shoulder. I’m completely frozen. I can’t believe the nerve of him. He starts to rub my shoulder, his webbed fingers feeling foreign on my skin. 
He swims closer to me on his ilu so his face is right next to mine. I don’t move. Too many thoughts swirl through my head. He leans forward and says, “There’s things I want to talk to you about. About the Sully’s and the sky people. They—”
“Hey,” a stern voice says. My head snaps up at the familiar sound. Neteyam. He straddles his ilu, leaning forward slightly with a certain sharpness to his features as he stares at Issak’s hand on me. “What’s going on?” 
Oh, no. I shove Issak’s hand off. “Nothing we were–”
“Just chatting about the past,” Issak cuts me off with a smirk. He slowly places his hand back in his lap. “Our history.” He looks at me and winks before saying, “I’ll see you around.”
He leaves, dipping beneath the surface of the water, before I get a chance to respond. Lo’ak and Aonung watch from a distance, surprise coating their faces. Neteyam swims in front of me, his ilu greets mine. He raises a faint eyebrow at me. “So, who’s that?”
“No one,” I reply, not wanting to talk about Issak. 
Neteyam looks at the empty space where Issak had sat. He turns his head towards me, his golden eyes a darker shade than usual. “I don’t like him.” 
I laugh. The sound escapes my lips before I have a chance to stop it. Neteyam’s eyebrows turn downwards. “I’m serious. He has bad energy, ocean girl.” 
“Jealous?” 
Neteyam scoffs before glancing at me shyly. “No.” 
I nudge his shoulder. “Mhm, so if I went to see him–”
“No.” Neyetam closes his eyes like he cannot fathom the thought. 
“You are jealous!” 
“I’m not! I just looked over and saw his hand on you and…” He trails off, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. I find his hand from beneath the waves and slip my fingers through his. 
“And what?”
“And I wanted to rip his hand off.” 
“Neteyam!” 
He sighs and squeezes my hand. “You can do anything you want. I’m not jealous.” He stares at me, his golden eyes growing darker by the second. “But if he lays a hand on you again, I don’t care who I have to go through or what rules I break, I will make sure it’s the last thing he ever does.” 
My mind goes blank. Neyetam’s gaze is so intense, I know he isn’t kidding. Something flutters in my stomach and spreads throughout my whole body. 
I struggle to find my voice and my words come out in one breath, “Sounds intense.”
He leans into my ear and whispers, “You can’t even begin to imagine.” 
I’m breathless as I stare into his darkening gaze. I’m not even sure what he means but his husky voice repeats over and over in my mind. I want to kiss him, reach out and grab his shoulders. But we’re right in front of the village, anyone could see us. As if he read my thoughts, he says, “Tonight. Same spot, same time.” 
I immediately nod, causing a curly strand of hair to fall in front of my face. He reaches out slowly and twists the hair around his finger before tucking it gently behind my ear. I can’t help but smile softly at the gesture. His fingers slide across my skin longingly. He pulls away and smiles before swimming towards the village. 
I watch his retreating back, how his dark blue skin glistens in the daylight. He’s so beautiful it makes my heart ache and makes my mind go blank. My stomach flutters at the thought of seeing him again, of flying above the ocean, and kissing him. 
Later that night, we went flying. I sit on the back of his ikran and allow myself to get lost in the sky and in his arms. And after hours of flying, we settle into the sand and whisper to each other. We share kisses beneath the night sky. His body keeps me warm and protects me. I feel so safe with him. His shoulder relaxes and my favorite smile of his spreads across his face. It’s a lazy smile, his most relaxed expression. 
He tells me things he’s never told anyone before and I do the same. Our noses touch as we laugh at each other and with each other. I feel like I could let all my walls down. And I almost do. Each time he gives me that smile. Or our lips collide. I want to tell him everything. Even what happened back with Issak. All the things we found out. But each time I open my mouth, ready to spill, nothing ever comes out. 
Neteyam holds me on top of the sandy cliff as we lay on the ground, his ikran settling in beside us. Neteyam’s breathing begins to slow and his eyes drop shut. I watch his calm face, so serene in his sleep. Everything will be okay, I tell myself but each time I close my eyes– I see Issak’s face with a lethal look in his eyes.
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‘i put myself in another world, where i can be any other girl, cause i don’t really wanna face it. cause if it isn’t real you can pretend all you want…’
I sigh as the lyrics of ‘Fictional’ by Khloe Rose filter through my headphones. My head leans against the cool glass window of the bus, bumping my forehead every time the driver goes over a pothole.
Hey, call me crazy, but this is probably the most relatable song in existence. At least to me. Falling in love with boys from books and movies was basically my job at this point.
I had one, though, that meant more than all my other ‘fictional boyfriends’.
Percy Jackson.
I’d grown up with this character, laughed with him, cried with him, held fast and braved the storm with him. I’d adopted his personality, tried to be like his girlfriend, acted as if we were best friends, talked to him, dreamt about him, read and written fanfiction about him, anything you can think of. I am obsessed, and no, I’m not ashamed of that fact.
I’m five years running with this crush now, and it’s not going anytime soon. I let out another sigh as I realise, yet again, that this is impossible. He’s fictional, as much as it hurts to admit. He isn’t real, and I can’t live my whole life pretending to date and marry a fictional character. Life just doesn’t work like that. Sadly.
The bus pulls up at school, and I climb off, slipping my headphones into my pocket. I’ll probably get them back out during a boring lecture in one of my classes, but for now I’ll just keep the daydreaming at a minimum.
“Hey, girl.” Andie sidles up to me, nudging me with her shoulder. “What’s kicking?”
“Nothing,” I deadpan. “Unless you’re a goat, like Grover Underwood.”
Andie laughs, my sarcastic comment going right over her head. I love her to death, seriously, but the girl hasn’t got an ounce of sarcasm in her. She’s the most literal and honest person ever, but she’s also super sweet and sincere. So, sarcasm isn’t even a word she knows.
“I’m not a goat, silly,” she giggles. “But guess what?!”
“Yeah?” I am actually kind of interested. Andie usually has all the gossip (somehow), so her news tends to be pretty good.
“There’s a new guy in our class today,” she squeals. “Apparently he just moved here from New York.”
“New York is where Percy Jackson lives,” I say automatically. “I wanna visit there someday so bad.”
Andie rolls her pretty eyes. She likes Percy Jackson. I made her read the books, and she did, but just so that she knows what I’m talking about most of the time. “You and your fictional boys, I swear. This is a real boy, y/n! You need to get your head out of a book for once if you ever wanna meet somebody.”
I shrug. “Real boys suck though.”
And even Andie can’t argue with that.
I’m doodling in my notebook, half listening to Mr Mintar explain something about geometry. I’m not terrible at maths, so I figure I’ll just catch up if I need to. My brain doesn’t want to pay attention today.
I perk up, though, when I hear something new.
“Students,” Mrs May, our principal, announces. “We have a new student joining us today. Please be kind to Mr Jackson and show him around. Remember, you were once a new student yourself.”
Jackson? Like Percy Jackson? How cool is that, I thought to myself. I yank my headphones out of my ears and glance up.
A boy is talking quietly with Mr Mintar; who is probably explaining what we’re learning and where he’ll sit. We have assigned seats in basically every class, because a few boys in our grade are idiots, so I sit alone in every class. Apparently, other students are very likely to copy my work if they’re sitting with me, so the teachers decided to make me sit alone all the time. It’s kind of okay, though. Means I can do whatever I want with no one to tell on me for listening to music.
I watch as Mr Mintar talks with his hands, waving them a lot. The boy has his back to me. He has messy black hair, and he’s wearing jeans, converse and a blue hoodie.
Mr Mintar gestures at me, and I sit up straight. The boy glances quickly, nods at Mr Mintar, and I realise what’s happening. He’s being assigned to sit with me, which probably means I'll also be assigned his personal ‘welcome-to-our-school’ guide. Which means I’ll be forced to be this guy’s friend for the next few weeks. Yay.
The boy turns to face me, and I swear my heart literally skipped a beat. Now, this wasn’t like those dumb fanfics where a girl’s celebrity crush just so happens to turn up at her school for some stupid reason, and they fall in love blah blah blah.
This was an honest-to-goodness ‘what the hell is happening’ moment. The boy now walking towards me looks exactly how I’ve always pictured Percy Jackson in my mind. The same crazily messy black hair, loose and slightly curled at the edges, twisting around his ears and falling in his eyes a little bit. He has the same smattering of freckles on his nose, the same tan skin, troublemaker grin, the same glint of determination in his eyes.
And gosh, I’d know those sea-green eyes anywhere.
The boy slides into the seat beside me. “Hi,” he says softly. “You’re y/n?”
I can’t do anything but nod, and I try to not stare at him too hard.
“You’re supposed to be my guide, or something, I think.” The boy sounds apologetic, like he knows how annoying being forced to be a school guide is. “And I’m supposed to sit with you in all my classes.”
I nod again, a little dazed. Even his voice is Percy Jackson-coded. A slight rasp, a little accented, ugh.
I find my voice. “That’s cool. I’d be happy to show you around and get you into the groove of things here at East High.”
The boy smiles, and he has little crinkles at the side of his pretty eyes, as if he smiles a whole lot.
“Awesome. I’m Percy by the way.”
I blink at him, absolutely sure he’s pulling my leg somehow. “What do you mean?” I ask.
Percy frowns. “Like… my name? The thing that people call me? It’s Percy. Percy Jackson.”
I just stare at him.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asks.
“Your name is Percy Jackson?”
“Yeah?”
“Like the book character,” I add, surprising myself with the calm in my voice. Inside my head, though, I was screaming.
Percy’s brow furrows. “A book character? I dunno. Never heard of a book character called Percy, but there probably is. I don’t read that much. Dyslexia.”
I nod slowly. “Of course.”
Percy frowns again, then chuckles a little. “You’re weird. I like you.”
My tongue feels like someone’s deep fried it in the microwave. I try to swallow, and it’s nearly impossible. “So you’re not messing with me right now? You’re really called Percy Jackson, and you have dyslexia and probably ADHD, and sea-green eyes, and your hair isn’t dyed, and…”
Percy laughs again. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes. What’s this about?”
I shake my head. “You wouldn’t understand if I told you.”
Percy raises his eyebrow. “Try me.”
It’s been a week since Percy’s arrival, and I’m still about 89% sure I’m dreaming. Not that I usually dream like this, but still.
I’ve spent basically all my school hours with Percy, as well as half my bus rides home, as his mum lives nearby to us.
The longer I know him, the more I’m sure that he’s real, that he’s actually here, and that he’s really, truly, Perseus Jackson, the not-so-fictional boy I’ve been in love with forever.
The weirdest thing, though, is the night after he arrived, I got home and all my Percy Jackson books and merch were gone. Mysteriously vanished. Even Andie doesn’t know what I’m talking about when I bring up PJO.
It’s like that movie, Yesterday, where everyone forgets about the Beatles. It’s like that, but with Percy Jackson. Oh, and obviously I have a real Percy to replace it; whereas Jack in that movie didn’t really have that.
Anyway, it’s crazy, it’s probably a hallucination, and it’s absolutely incredible. I’m spending every single day with my absolute favourite person in the universe, and he’s real.
The boy I’ve cried over, laughed over, loved for years… He’s here. He’s real. And he’s my friend.
“Marshmallows are not designed to be eaten alone,” I argue, pouting a french fry at Percy. “They aren’t even that nice anyway, but especially not when you eat them dry. All the powder, like, clogs up your throat and it’s disgusting. If you eat them on their own, you’re crazy.”
Percy laughs. “I hate them in my hot chocolates. They get all gooey and mushy, and… ugh.” He makes a face.
I roll my eyes. “You’re insane.”
Percy shrugs. “At least I don’t hate rice.”
“Hey!” I protest. “I have sensory issues! It’s not my fault the feeling of rice in my mouth makes me feel sick.”
“Hey, I know,” Percy says. “I was just kidding. I’m sorry.”
I relax. “It’s okay.”
I stare at him a moment, realising once again that this is really happening to me. That his pretty sea-green eyes are actually looking at me.
“What are you thinking about, love?”
“Huh?” I snap out of my trance, sitting up straighter. “What did you say?”
Percy smirks. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”
To be honest, I barely remember. “Uh—nothing. Trying to think of what to do this afternoon after school.”
“You don’t have plans?” he asks.
I shake my head, and sip my chocolate milk. It tastes terrible.
“You’re going on a date with me, dummy,” Percy says, so casually I almost miss it. He leans his head back and throws a grape in the air, catching it in his mouth. It’s surprisingly attractive.
“Wait,” I say. “What?”
“You.” Percy points his finger at me, then himself. “Me.” He makes a swirling motion with his finger. “That new waterpark by the beach.”
I raise an eyebrow. “You’re asking me to go on a date with you?”
“You aren’t saying no.”
“No,” I reply, my voice soft, “I’m not.”
“Wow,” I say. “That’s an epic waterpark.”
Percy grins down at me, his eyes looking extra pretty in the afternoon sunlight. “You wanna race to the gate?”
I pretend to think about it for a second, then begin sprinting as fast as I can. I hear Percy gasp in laughter, then start after me. He catches me easily, his legs much longer than mine, but as he does, he scoops me up into a hug.
“Hey!” I shriek. “Put me down!”
I can tell he isn’t taking me seriously though, because we’re both laughing too hard. Percy eventually drops me gently on the ground. I can’t help but suddenly miss the feeling of his bare chest against me. I blink, and instantly shake those thoughts away.
“Buy me an ice cream and I’ll let you win all our races from now on,” I tease.
Percy scoffs. “Darlin’, you couldn’t win if you had a jetpack on.”
I try to ignore the flutter in my chest and roll my eyes. “Could so, and I don’t need any old jetpack.” I flex my nonexistent muscles. “You see these? I’m perfectly fine on my own, thank you.”
“Oh, oh yeah of course. Sorry, your majesty.” Percy has a stupid grin on his face, and I have an urge to kiss him right then and there.
And so I do. I grab hold of his shoulders, pull myself up onto tiptoe, and press my mouth to his. “I love you, Seaweed Brain,” I whisper into his lips.
Percy wraps his arms around my waist, causing the flutter to return, more greatly this time. He deepens the kiss, his head tilting downwards to accommodate my shorter height. His lips taste of the jellybeans we were eating earlier together. He had insisted on eating only the blue ones, of course.
The world around me blurs, and fades, and I’m left with only him, only Percy Jackson. His fingers on my waist, his mouth on mine, my heart in his hands. I am completely and totally his, as I’ve been forever, but now? He’s completely and totally mine too. My not-so-fictional boy.
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cherry-leclerc · 6 months
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genre: humor, fluff, angst, rekindlement (if you catch what i'm putting downnnn!)
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Reliving the moment of heartbreak isn't always the best idea. However, there's always room for one to fix past mistakes, right?
nsfw warning under the cut!
18+...oral: f!receiving and m!receiving, cowgirl, sub!charles (walk him like a dog), praise, face riding, teasing
inspired by this and this !
it's a rollercoaster as we learn what really went down that summer night, i must admit, but this was super fun to write! you asked, so I complied ;) happy scrolling!
pt. 1 - about you
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“Hurry!”
“You can’t possibly think this is easy-”
“Here, let me do it.” You lean down to lace up your bowling shoes before looking up at him. See. It wasn’t even that hard. He rolls his eyes playfully. Things between you had shifted, yes, but something inside of you made you feel as if you had just been gifted your other half. Knowing Charles was something that completely made sense now; you could tell in the way he looked at you.
Making your way into your private lane you pick up a pink bowling ball as Charles obviously goes for red. “Care to play a game?”
He pretends to think about it. “What were you thinking?” 
“Winner gets anything they want.”
His eyes darken as he nods. “Must warn you that I’m pretty good - amazing actually - so don’t expect me to go easy on you.” 
“Are you now?” He asks as he types in both your names onto the keypad.
“Yup, mom and dad would always bring my sister and I for our birthdays. Family tradition I guess you could call it.” You keep rambling, something you’ve noticed you do only around him, and he patiently listens. If it were up to him he would sit there listening to your whole autobiography. You were everything to him.
“...Then boom! Just like that, dead.” Nonchalantly, you take a sip of Charles’ soda. His chokes on his saliva.
“Excuse me, ‘dead’?” 
“Oh, yeah! We were bowling and this man just dropped. Heart attack.” You almost seem to have no reaction when you describe in detail the event that took place on your 10th birthday. He shudders.
“Who hurt you?” He whispers when you continue speaking as if a unicorn just walked in through the sliding doors and took you away.
“Naive little Charles, no one can hurt me,” you say as you send a wink. “I’ll go first. Remember,” you remind as you squish his cheeks. “Winner takes it all.”
“This is rigged!” Hands make their way into your hair as you pull desperately, eyes staring up at the scoreboard. 
“Not much of an MVP, are you?” Charles wears a shit eating grin as he leans against his seat, entertained by your whole dispute. You squint your eyes at him.
“Don’t get cocky, the games not over yet.” Just then a little boy runs in front of you yelling for his family to wait  his turn. “Move,” you grunt as he dashes off in a hurry. You take a deep breath, trying to cool down before you analyze the pins sitting in front of you.
“Winner takes it all…Loser has to fall.”
Turning around you glare at Charles, who is busy mumbling his words as he snaps a photo of you, unaware of what he’s getting himself into. “Stop singing.”
“Wha-what! There’s no way not to sing that now that you’ve engraved it up here,” he shrieks as he taps his head.
“You’re making it difficult to focus!” You whine as you pinch the bridge of your nose. He smirks.
“Thank you.”
You decide to ignore him as you make your way back. I’m gonna win, I’m gonna win, you repeat inside your head as you begin to swing your arm back, angling your body the way your mom taught you years ago. Winner takes it alllll, Charles voice squeaks as he attempts to hit the almost impossible high note. Frustrated, you let go of the bowling ball before turning around irritated. His eyes grow wide.
“One second, Charles! I only needed one second!”
He tramples over his words as his hands cling onto your hips. “Yes! Of course! I’m sorry, but ba-”
“Zip! I don't want to hear it! You better pray I knocked them all down.” Sending one last glare you turn around. “What’s that?”
He walks next to you as he lets out a sigh. “C’mon, I’ll pay for it.”
“What do you mean ‘banned indefinitely’!” The teenage boy behind the counter takes a hit of his vape, gathering his words once more.
“Means you're not welcomed here, bro. Means bye-bye.” He waves just to make it extra clear.
“It was an accident.” You turn to face Charles with a frantic look. “Charles, tell him it was an accident!”
“I’m sure I could just pay for it. Promise it won’t happen again,” he states as he starts to pull out his wallet. 
The boy rolls his eyes as he leans against the counter, flipping the security screen towards you both. On there it shows the moment you let go of the blowing ball before you turn to Charles. “You made a huge hole on the floor, you’re gonna have to pay for it either way, but sorry - still banned.”
Tears fill your eyes as Charles grows desperate himself. “Hey, it’s okay! I’ll fix it, I promise.” The rim of your eyes grows splotchy red as you shake your head.
“He doesn’t get it. It’s a family tradition!” The boy just stands there confused.  “Miel, why don’t you meet me outside?” You begin to protest, already climbing over the counter towards the shaggy haired worker who wants nothing more than to go smoke a proper cigarette. He pulls you off as he cups his hands on your wet cheeks, wiping a few drops away. “I’ll fix it. I swear.” Defeated, you nod as you walk out, shoulders slumped. Charles turns to the boy.
“How much to not get her banned, too?”
When he walks out into the alley he starts to get worried when he doesn’t find you. “Amour, where are you?” He sounds calm, but inside he’s jittery. A sob makes its way into his ear as you mumble, Sprinkles. “Send the address right now.”
A bell jingles as he walks into the cupcake shop. He immediately spots you, muffled cries, as you lamely take a bite of your chocolate treat. He walks to the open seat next to yours. “Hey.” Eyes glossy stare back at him as you share a weak smile.
“Sorry I ruined our date. Again.” You let out an embarrassed laugh as you push the cupcake towards him, he declines before he grabs your hands.
“You didn’t ruin anything.” His heart breaks just a tiny bit when fresh tears resurface. “I fixed it by the way. You can always go back anytime you want.” Mid bite you turn to him, shocked.
“H-h-How?”
“I’m a nice boy,” he simply replies as he winks.
“I’m serious! How did you change his mind? He seemed pretty adamant.”
“I’m not lying! All I did was ask.” Eyeing him suspiciously you take a slow bite before planting a warm kiss on his cheek. 
“Well I don’t know what you did, but thank you. It means a lot.”
“Anything for you.”
-
“$5,000?”
Charles tosses his blanket off his body, growing annoyed of the summer heat. It was midnight, but late night calls weren't unusual. He winces.
“It was for your painting!” A low hum follows as he takes a deep breath. 
“I mean if you say so. I just thought someone hacked into our bank account.” 
“Sorry for not warning you beforehand, that was my mistake.”
He continues talking to Charlotte for a while before he actually starts to slip into a deep slumber. He almost completely knocks out before he faintly heard her say, Nice. So if you already bought it that means you're coming back, right? Should I start looking for your ticket? 
This makes him shoot up immediately. “Uhh…I suppose, I mean yes. Yes, I’m coming back.”
He can practically hear her smile and that just makes him want to die. “What date sounds good? This Friday? Saturday? Sunday?” It’s too soon, he wants to spit out, but he knows he can’t.
“Friday should be good. Thank you.”
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Staring up at the ceiling you lay on your cool bed as you listen to your vinyls. So bored, you think as you kick your legs up, staring at your white socks as if they were the most fascinating thing ever. You toss over to your stomach as you grab your phone.
“Hello?” His voice is deep and so raw, it has you pressing your thighs. 
“Sorry. Did I wake you up? I’ll just call you tomorrow-” 
“I’m always in the mood to talk to you.”
You both end up switching over to FaceTime as you sit on your balcony painting your nails a fresh set of ruby red. You blow on them to dry them much faster. “You don’t have to keep staying in that hotel, y’know? You’re always welcomed into my casa,” you say as he chuckles.
“It’s better this way. Makes you miss me more.” Looking up, you gag playfully. “Makes me miss you twice as much as well.” 
“You’re quite the romance guy, aren’t you?” A boyish grin spreads onto his face as he closes his eyes.
“Maybe…Just for you though.” Your heart flips as butterflies blossom into the pit of your stomach.
Changing the subject, you proclaim, “I won the bet by the way.” His eyes shoot open as he sits up against his bed frame, putting on a pair of blue light glasses.
“Liar. I won!” He looks at you as if you just grew two heads and suddenly knew how to fly. You let out a snort. “The scoreboard doesn’t lie.”
“Screw the scoreboard,” you shriek, as you close the nail polish, setting it aside. “I would’ve won if it weren’t for you distracting me!” 
“Would’ve, could’ve, should’ve, I don’t care.” You pout as you stand up, pacing up and down. 
“I don’t care what you call it, but I won. Fair and square.” You yell as you turn around to see a stressed looking Charles, but he also looked so…good. “Glasses are totally a look on you.” You flirt as you rest your chin on the palm of your hands.
He blushes. “Don’t change the subject.” You frown.
“Aren’t you at least the tiniest bit curious as to what I would’ve done?” You tease as he raises an eyebrow. He was curious. 
“Shit. Fine.”
-
It was supposed to be a late in the office and you only prayed to just get out of there as fast as possible. You toss your hands up in despair as you look over your to-do list. “She’s so fucking imposs-”
“Hey!”
Rapidly, you sit up straighter as you turn to your boss who wears a smile on her face. A completely different person than the one 3 hours ago. “Yes? Do you need anything?” 
She walks towards you as she reaches out for your list before cumbling it. You sit there dumbfounded. “How about we call it a day? You look tired. Oh! I know a really good esthetician in Melrose! She does the best facials ever.”
“It’s only 6pm. Isn’t this too early?” Sure, you wanted to boot out of there, but you also didn’t want to lose your job. Sidenote, you were a bit freaked out by her sudden good mood. She waves in dismissal.
“Fuck it.” You blink. “I think Tim is going to propose today!” She squeals as you nod.
“Wow! That’s great. You really deserve it.” Sincerely you smile as she whiffs the flowers Charles had gifted you that morning. “Well, I’ll just be on my merry way then. Let me know how it goes. Fingers crossed.”
As you walk to your car you decide you’re in a sudden mood for a smoothie. Making your way, you pull out your phone. “Are you busy?” 
“Just a tiny bit, but don’t worry I’ll be done by the time you’re out.” 
Slipping on a pair of sunglasses you smile softly. “I’m actually out early today. But it’s fine, I can wait until you’re done.”
You hear him in a side conversation as you order your drink. It’s not too busy so you find yourself walking out of there quite fast. “I’ll hurry up then,” he responds sweetly. You both continue to talk when you find yourself passing the art gallery where you had first met Charles. Fondly, you smile at the memory as you walk in. 
“I’ll call you later then. Bye!” You hang up as you walk around the gallery, music playing through your earphones. “Excuse me?” The lady smiles.
“Welcome. How can I help you?”
“Um, I’m not much of an investor of beautiful paintings like these, but I’ve actually had one in mind that I would like to purchase. Kind of holds an important meaning to me.” 
“Of course. Would you mind showing me?”
She continues to give you the history of the canvas you mentioned to her. “Beautiful colors. Makes the most exquisite impression in any home!” As you both reach the wall, you find it empty. Your heart drops.
“Oh.”
The lady immediately excuses herself. “I’ll go double check, sweetheart. Don’t you worry quite yet.”
You take a seat on the bench as you wait. You grow more nervous the longer she takes and you feel much more distraught when she makes her way with an apologetic smile.
“I’m so sorry, but they actually just had sold it to a young man only 20 minutes before you got here.” You shrink into your seat. “I can help you find another portrait. Have anything in mind?”
You lick your lips as you stand up, you send over a small shrug. “It’s alright. I really wanted that one.”
You throw away your now melted smoothie as you get into your car. You dial his number once again. “Are you in your hotel now?” He can hear that you're upset, and though he doesn’t know why, he grows worried.
“I am now. Are you okay?” 
The sound of his voice eases you as you start to drive to your destination. Though he can’t see you, you nod. “I’m alright. Was just a little bummed out. I’ll tell you when I get there.”
As soon as you walk through the door he kisses you with urgency. Smiling into the kiss, you push him away, hands planted on his chest. “Hello to you too, Mr. Leclerc.” He moans into your neck.
“I love it when you call me that.” His lips meet yours once again as his hands travel down to your ass. You let out a whine. His kisses always surprise you in the best way possible. You feel as if someone lit up fireworks inside of you and you begged for no one to get rid of them. You feel him grow hard against you as you pull away. 
“Miss me?”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Just a tiny bit.” You laugh as you sit on this bed, legs crossed. He stands in front of you as he reaches down to take off your heels.
“Thank you.” He smiles before taking a seat as well. You hum as he cuddles you into his bed. He’s never felt more in his element. Home had always been Monaco, but screw that. Home was you. 
“Why’d they let you break out of jail early today?” He tickles your chin as you yelp a bit. 
“Told them I had an insufferable man waiting for me. They understood.” His eyes shine as he looks at you, eyes gently closed. He attempts to count your lashes, but quickly loses count. He tries again. “What are you doing?”
Embarrassed, he kisses the corner of your mouth. Grabbing your hips, he settles you on top of him. You giggle when he clumsily slaps your ass. The melody runs straight to his cock as you trace your hands over his Puma compressed shirt. “So handsome.” You grind on top of him as his eyes shutter closed. You take a mental photo of him before you firmly place your hands on his chest to help you move. He grabs your hips.
“Good girl.” This makes you moan so loud, you’re almost embarrassed and climbing off. Just then he slips your blouse and bra off before attaching his warm lips onto your right nipple. You rock harder as you grip onto his long, curly hair.
“Long day at work? Let me take care of you. I’ll make the ache between your legs go away.” The smirk he wears is something so filthy you can’t help but nod viciously. He leaves a hickey before squeezing your tits, eyes enamored. 
Is this what the future looks like with him in it? To be tired of everything around you both but never tired of eachother? If it is, then you would happily comply. Too trained into your thoughts, you didn’t even notice the moment he slipped your panties off and dragged you to sit on top of his face. You squirm as he takes a lick. The feeling of his stubble has you clamping your legs around him. He groans.
“I can’t do this,” you moan as he continues delving inside of you, you feel his warm tongue. “Charles, I can’t-”
“Yes you can.” His words come out choppy and you would have barely understood him if it weren’t for him gripping your thighs much harder. The matching ring you both got shines as you gently trace it. Just then he rubs the tip of his nose against your clit as you wrap one hand around his wrist and the other gathers up your flowing skirt that framed his face, covering the delicious view. 
His eyes are closed as he eats you out and you can’t help but notice how much he seems to be enjoying this. It almost seems as if this were affecting him more than you. He opens his eyes to see with an open mouth, eyes glossy as your brows furrow. Hips begin to grind on top of him as you grip much harder. You throw your head back as he brings his fingers into the equation.
“There she is.” To him you taste like the sweetest thing on this Earth and he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his days in between your legs. The way you smell, taste, has him feeling light headed. He grunts as your juices flow down onto his face. 
“Cha-char-” Your voice cuts off the moment he reaches your g-spot with his fingers, mouth slurping what you give him. “God.”
“I got you, baby.” He continues pumping his fingers as he looks straight at you. The way you bite your lip, eyes tightly shut. He increases his speed. “Missed me?” Letting out a loud wail, you respond. Yes. You know I did. “Prove it then.”
That’s all it takes. Not long after, you reach your climax, head thrown back, nails digging into either side of Charles’ arms. He grunts as he hurries to enjoy every single drop he scathers to reach. You whine when you feel his tongue swirling around desperately, the wet noises that follow almost too much to handle.
Slowly, he slides you off him as you land with a soft thud. As you lie there trying to catch your breath, he strokes your hair. Despite being worn out you slip off your skirt before kneeling in front of him. “You don’t have to-” he begins.
“I want to.” Untying his work out short, you slip them off along with his boxers and shirt. His glistening cock stares at you as you mentally prepare yourself, but the way he’s staring down at you eagerly has you almost pouncing on him once more. Gingerly, you wrap your swollen lips are his tip. He swears he’s been placed into the higher levels of heaven with the way you kneel in front of him like an absolute angel. Kneeling in the kinkiest way of a prayer. 
The way you're sliding your tongue up and down his length makes him want to explode. He groans the moment you deepthroat him, nails digging into his muscular thighs. “Dirty mouth, but you make it look so sweet,” he praises as he brushes a few strands of hair off your face. The way you stare up at him as if pleading for more makes him realize furthermore why it has to be you. He realizes this all sounds a tad bit cheesy, but he feels as if he’s just been shot by a bow and arrow, and there is no way in hell - no way - that he will willingly yank it out of his chest.
Before you know it he grabs the back of your head as he gives you what you want; more. The buzz that shoots up his dick as you moan around him is what makes him throw his head against the board, thud echoing the hotel room. He bites down onto his closed fist before you yank it down and place it onto your head, along with the other. Eye contact follows.
“I like it hard.” 
“Fuck me,” he whispers to himself, as you bob your head at a much faster pace than before. “God-” His fingers make sure to stay secure as he pushes your head deeper, so much so that you feel him so far down your throat, you can’t help but choke. Devilishly, he smiles. “What’s wrong? Can’t handle it?”
Glaring, you purposefully swallow, causing your throat to close up around his rock hard cock in a way he’s never experienced before. “Shit. Shit. Shitttt.” Altogether, his hot cum shoots down your throat as you shut your eyes tightly and whine. There’s no way you would let a single drop go to waste.
His chest rises up and down as he throws his arms over his head, trying to catch his breath. It takes a single moment to notice you climbing onto his lap, soft skin colliding with his. Like natural instinct, he places his hands on your waist. You peck his nose, then his lips. “Did I do good, Charlie? Just the way you like it?”
The rhythm your voice carries has his growling. “You’re better than I ever could have imagined.” He scoots closer to kiss you, but grows disappointed when you pull away. 
“Let me ride you.” And who was he to turn you down? Tracinging the light freckles on his nose you softly laugh. “But, I do recall all of a sudden…there’s a bet that I won.”
He grins. “‘All of a sudden?’”
Childish, you bob your head, messy hair bouncing up and down. “Yup. Fair and square and everything. Are you in?” 
Once again; how could he ever turn you down?
“No touching. Pretty simple.”
He gawks. “Nevermind. You’re crazy if you think I could do that.” Just then his lips wrap around your tits as if to prove to you; That isn’t happening. As much as you can stay here forever, a win is a win. And you were claiming yours.
“C-c’mon. It’ll be fun…” A soft whimper flies past your lips when he pulls away. You shiver. He leans back, green eyes you’ve grown to love, suddenly intrigued.
“I’ll try my very best for you.” Your heart blushes. You were lovesick, smitten, and everything in between. With one final kiss you grind your wetness along his dick. His hand reaches towards your center and you quickly swat it away.
“Excuse me?”
Like a little kid who’s been caught by the cookie jar after bedtime, he lazily smiles. “I said I’d try.” You frown.
“Okay, but it doesn’t work that way. You really have to try.” 
“I promise I’m trying!”
“Not enough!”
He sighs before going back into his comfortable position against the headboard. Better?
Pleased and excited you nod. “That’s a good boy.” You fix yourself on top a bit, juices instantly drenching him further. White knuckles grip the bed sheets as you hold yourself against his shoulders. 
“This is torture.”
You dip your head back as you let out a loud laugh. “We haven’t even started!”
His hands start to make their way to you before he stops himself. The way he looks up at you expectantly makes you nervous, but you remind yourself to stand your ground. Lifting your body up a bit, you sink down. You both let out a moan. It takes you a while to adjust without his help, but eventually you get there. Unfortunately, Charles seems to be struggling where he normally doesn’t.
His teeths grind together. “Please move.” You click your tongue tauntingly.
“Not yet.” He snaps his eyes open and it surprises you how needy he looks. Part of you wants to drag this out as long as possible. 
“Fucking move before I make you move.”
It's a warning, but you don’t care. You play with his hair as he exhales, seeming more relaxed. You stay like that for a while, teasing him as you “fix” yourself. Slowly, you start to move your hips in small circles. Adamantly, he refrains from touching you. 
“You’re not playing fair.” You giggle.
“Maybe…perhaps. But I could do whatever I want.”
Briskly, you stabilize yourself as you start to ride him as if your life depended on it - God - it almost did. He can’t help but whine with the way you ride up before slamming back down. Feverishly, you kiss him, teeth crashing against one another. Warm hands begin to squeeze your ass. “Stop,” you quickly let out against his lips.
And lo and behold - the Monegasque begs. 
“Please. God, please. Just let me touch you, anywhere. Anywhere you want, just, please.”
You realize how much of an upper hand he’s handed over willingly the moment his words leave his mouth. You remove his hands as you ride him harder, your grip unbreakable. “And why would I do such a thing?” You pant growing tired. You know you won’t be able to keep this up yourself much longer, but you will push yourself a little if that means you can continue seeing him in this state.
He shuts his eyes. You furrow your brows, determined, as you squeeze around his length. “Oh, Goddd. Stop, stop, stop.” But he wants anything but that. The small hand that cups his cheeks is what brings his back to you, and though he can’t touch you, he’ll take anything he can get.
The sound of his pre-cum with yours makes him lean into your touch, glassy eyes fluttering. 
He’s never looked prettier.
“I’ll ask you one more time: why would I let you touch me?”
He licks his lips. “Because I love you and you know I can barely stay away from you. You don’t realize it, but you have me hooked. You have me in a trance and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to step out of it. And even if I suddenly knew how, I would neve-” You ground your hips so low that you feel him deep inside your tummy. He chokes on his breath staring up in O. “E-even if I knew I would never do i-it.”
If anyone were to look into your eyes all that they would find is a girl who’s in love and who were you to decline such a thing? With one final nod, and a knowing smile, his hands find their way back home to you.
You let out a sudden yelp when he lifts your hips before slamming you back down. It’s embarrassing how loud you’re being so you bite your lip to try and suppress the noise. Looking up at you - confused as to why you’ve stopped - he taps your hip. “Don’t do that.”
You shake your head as you bite down even more and eventually blood trickles down your lip. Worried, he reaches out to wipe the red paint as he continues helping you grind on his cock. All of this makes you grow dizzy and find yourself slipping into nothingness.
“Hey, hey. C’mon stay with me, baby.” 
Locking eyes, you nod. The way his dimples appear is enough for you to start bouncing by yourself, though his hands stay in place. He never wants to let go. Every place he touches makes your skin burn as you hiss. 
“You’re so good to me,” you whine, as he stares at you as if you were Athena herself. “I know you won, but you still let me win.” You lean down as lick his neck before sucking down. He groans. “Thank you. For everything.”
With one final push you reach your climax as you bite down on his shoulder. “Fuck,” he moans, as you feel his own cum clash inside your warm walls. 
You lay against his shoulder, blurrily staring into the room, shaky breaths pooling out as he softly runs his fingers down your spine. 
For a moment you think it's a figment of your imagination - but it’s not. Happy, bright colors poke through as you instantly recognize it. You bring yourself to look at him.
“It was you.” It’s a declaration as you stare at him with a smile, eyes crinkling, the kind that makes his head spin. 
“What was me?” He kisses your cheek when he notices you grow excited.
“Today I went into the art gallery to go buy the painting. I mean I thought it would be such a nice thing to have, but that’s what I was upset about when I talked to you through the phone! It was you! You bought it for me? For us to keep!”
As much as your smile made head spin, well, this made his world stop. You’re mumbling to yourself, already planning where you’ll hang it up in your condo. Giggling, you turn to look at him, but that’s when you know just by looking at his face.
The painting wasn’t yours.
Confusion covers your features as you turn to look at the beautiful painting on the floor, almost hidden in the corner of his room, who no one else would have noticed, but you did.
For Charlotte.
The way your heart broke that day was something you never wanted to feel ever again. 
“Charles…” You think about it for a moment, because there’s no way. He swore. He did, you know he did. You let out a laugh so fake you can’t help but feel pathetic, so small. 
It’s as if someone punched you straight in the stomach. You almost wish that were true - anything - would have been better than this.
“Who does the painting really belong to?”
“I-I…”
His face begins to get blurry as your eyes begin to fill up to the brim. Soon after, they start flowing as if someone were pouring buckets and gallons of water. 
“No.”
His hands remain firm as he tries to hold you trying to explain, but it’s no use. The ways he stutters and stumbles and cracks over his words is enough for you to know what he had been hiding. 
Disgusted, you look down to see where you both remain connected. You cringe as you climb off him as if he were chasing you down with a knife. The way you ran to get off him has him struggling to breathe.
You grab the first thing you see to cover yourself up. You want to scream in defeat when you see it’s still his shirt that covers you. 
It’s just him, him, him. God, I don’t want it to be him.
He throws his shorts on as he rushes to you. “I can explain-”
You laugh so cruelly he almost doesn’t recognize it. “Explain what? Huh? No, yeah! Let me hear it.” You spit your words with so much venom, but you both hear the moment your voice cracks. It killed him to know he caused all this.
The brunette grabs your hands and when you try to pull away he just tugs them deeper into his chest. “Please, just listen.”
How is it that a few moments ago the sound of his voice pleading for you made your heart burst with nothing but happiness and now?
Now it just makes you want to hide in the deepest forest.
Weakly, you tilt your head to the side and God you hate the way the palm of his hands still warm you up the way they always have. 
“How could you do this to me?”
The sound of your voice is so unlike you. So broken and meek.
“How could you do this to her?”
Turning your attention back to the painting you notice something. The once colorful canvas is sadly not that anymore.
It’s black and gray.
“I know, I know I shouldn’t have lied, but the moment I saw you that was it! It was just you and I had nothing else in mind and yes I know that was such a dick move and I don’t deserve you, but you have to know that I never intended to hurt you…”
The fact that he keeps mentioning you and your feelings and not hers makes you feel worse. Sure, you had no idea she existed, but how could you have gotten in between them?
“Are you married?” He shakes his head so fast. A wet laugh echoes the room as you pull your hands away. “Well at least she can still leave you the same way I am.”
He shrinks as he reaches out for you. “Don’t you dare touch me.” You’re shaking and you want to do nothing but pray that none of this is real and that Charles would have never  done any of this, but the man standing in front of you is not one you want by your side anymore. “Why would you do this?”
He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. You chuckle, cold and distant. “It’s okay, how could I ever expect you to have an answer?”
Gathering your thoughts you start to dash towards the door. The length of his shirt that brushes against your thigh reminds you what clings onto your body, but you are too embarrassed as it is to even switch back into your regular clothes. 
A cold hand grabs your arm as you freeze. Normally,  you would burn but now his touch made you freeze. The note saddens you. 
“I know I said I’m sorry, but I can fix it.”
A sharp glare turns to look at him. “You think you could fix something like this? You think you could just make it go away with the snap of your fingers?” Your lips curl into a mocking smile. “Because if you do then thats the stupidest fucking ‘solution’ I’ve ever heard. Pathetic.”
Charles hasn’t cried after his fathers or Jules’ death, but right now? The unfamiliar feeling dawns on him as he tries to blink back the saltiness. He gets on his knees as he places his hands on the side of your hips that not that long ago he was actually allowed to touch. A touch you actually enjoyed.
“I’m so fucking sorry. Please, just don’t…” Go. “Please,” he kisses your covered hip. “Stay and I swear I’ll fix it, you know I would do anything for you. I love you.”
Even though you hate him you can’t help but try your best to recognize his face. His once bright eyes look dull, his normally pink lips are dry, his skin is far too pale and his hair has grown more messy due to him tugging at it.
“Yeah? Well apparently not enough.”
-
It’s been a year and a half since you’ve last heard from Charles. He tried reaching out countless times - texts, calls - but eventually gave up when you sent one last message.
Move on.
It hurt him - it killed him. But he had no choice but to respect your decision. It’s the least thing  he owed you.
You’re still living in Los Angeles and the only difference is that you love it now. Part of you doesn’t really understand why, but you don’t question it.
“It’s Macy’s birthday, you have to be here! If you don’t show up I swear to God-”
“Mom, chill out. I’ll be there. Look, I’m already picking up her present.”
You were pretty proud of yourself. Custom made, just for Macy, you ordered a thin gold bracelet. “Okay, honey. I’ll leave you to it. 7pm sharp.” 
You chirp a happy good-bye before walking into the jewelry store. “Hi, I’m here for pick up.” You smile as the older lady leads you to the back of the store. She brings you over a cup of coffee as she runs off to pick up the bracelet. You sit there silently, scrolling to find nearby bakeries to pick up a couple of cookies.
“It has to be perfect.” Looking up you find a blond and brunette leaning over the glass counter, eyes focused. The blond turns to you. “Hey, do you mind if I ask for your opinion?”
“Uh, sure.” Walking over you lean to look at the bright ring he’s pointing to. 
“Is it too much? Is it pretty?” Taking a good look you turn to him.
“I think it’s beautiful, but I think it would depend more on what you think. Do you think she would like it?”
He ponders for a bit. A big grin makes its way onto his face, it's contagious. “She’ll love it.” He thanks you. “Alex by the way.” He pulls out his phone to show you a picture of his girlfriend with a smile as wide as his. “That’s Lily.”
“Yes, Lily, blah blah blah. Anyways, I’m George.” The taller man extends his hand and you can’t help but laugh at his polished accent. “Would you mind giving me a second opinion?”
The three of you stand there listening to George go on and on about how he loves his girlfriend, Carmen, and how this really has to be perfect.
“Sorry for bothering you,” Alex apologizes. “It’s just that our friend told us he knew a place where they sold rare diamond cuts and we flew out here as soon as possible.”
Just then you see him.
“Here’s your bracelet.” You shake your head, stunned, as you thank her.
“I hope it goes well boys.” You scurry off as you run out the shop. You wonder for a moment why your hand feels warm, but why would you? 
“Wait!”
How could your heart pump against your chest this way? Still?
 “Hey.”
He lets go as he shyly pats his hand against his jeans. “How are you?” Seriously, you think. But you’re not angry anymore.
“I’ve been good. How are you?”
“I could be better.”
“Catch her!” you shriek, as you run towards Stella. 
“Holy shit.” Running, he clings onto your daughter's overalls just before she trips down the stairs. He clutches his hand over his heart. “Oh God, I think I died for a second there.”
A nervous giggle erupts as you reach Charles and Stella. “Yeah, well good thing you have a natural daddy instinct because you’re gonna need it with the next one.” Sweetly, he smiles as he rubs his hand over your baby bump.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
A little blurb is let out as your baby vomits all over Charles’ arm. He groans. “Okay, honey, put those skills to use,” you laugh as you kiss his lips.
And he really wouldn’t want it any other way.
-
Cries ring through the baby monitor as he rubs his eyes. 
“Your turn,” Charlotte mumbles as she pats his cheek. He nods as he kisses her before putting on his slippers and sliding towards their daughters room.
A dream, he has to remind himself. 
 It was just a dream.
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the-original-skipps · 6 months
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|| AN3MO BOYS WHEN YOU TRIP IN FRONT OF THEM. ||
I’m back to continue writing for my favorite anemo boys. The idea just struck me and so here I am.
Enjoy.
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❥ Heizou
"Are you hurt? Cause you look like you just fell in love with me."
You could frown in response, staring blankly at him from the ground. He lets out a small laugh as he grabs ahold of both your hands, slowly pulling you up to stand. You look anywhere else but him as you dust off your clothes for dirt. You let out a huff before walking ahead of him.
"I'm already in love with you."
Too bad you didn't look back as you would have seen his breath hitch with shock, his face warming at your words.
❥ Kazuha
"Oh dove, are you alright?"
Kazuha asks, his voice laced with concern as he crouches down to your level bringing his hands to your arms. He looks like he’s the one who tripped instead with how he's staring at you. You sheepishly smile as you return his question.
"I'm fine, Kazuha."
His face remained the same but relief flooded his eyes. He helps you stand up before dusting off your clothes, eyes raking over your body for potential wounds. Your breath hitches as he suddenly rests his forehead against yours placing his hand on your cheek.
"I'm glad you're alright my love."
❥ Venti
"Woahh! Oof-!"
You look to see Venti fall beside you. More like pretend as his timing was just after you tripped. You stare at him in confusion as he lets out an "embarrassed" giggle.
"Looks like we both tripped, ehe." He says as he slightly sticks his tongue out with a wink. You softly laugh at his words before you reach out for his hand pulling him to stand with you.
"I guess we both did."
"I suggest we hold hands to prevent further stumbling." Venti grins as his grip on your hand tightens.
❥ Xiao
The moment you fell to the ground Xiao quickly gathers you into his arms. Before you can protest in confusion you find yourself back to Wangshu Inn, your orbs meeting with with Verr Goldet as she stares at you both in shock.
"We request immediate assistance."
"Wait, Xia-"
"Now."
Verr shakes off her shock before rushing to prepare a room. You protest as you feel your cheeks heating up from the embassestment as onlookers look towards you both in curiosity. However, Xiao's grip on you only tightens as he stares down at you with a serious look on his face.
"You're hurt, stop moving."
You could only gulp in response before shyly trying to hide your face against his chest.
❥ Scaramouche/Wanderer
"Ouch"
You cry out in response as your knees scrape against the hard ground. Looking up your eyes meeting with Scaramouche's who just stares down at you blankly. Yet, is that a hint of a grin trying to creep on his face? Before you could comment he lets out a tired sigh.
"Get up"
You huff as you slowly stand up dusting off the dust that may have clung to your clothes, slightly wincing as your knees straighten. You see his indigo orbs flicker towards your knees as he reaches out to pull you by the arm slowly pulling you along towards a rock for you to sit.
"Sit, I'll see what I can do about them."
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wosoamazing · 1 month
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Injuries, Confrontations and Apologies
Summary: Your Ma gets hurt but pretends she is fine and ends up in hospital.
Warnings: Concussions, Vomiting, Hospitals, Angst I guess
A/N: This was meant to be a soft comfort fic but somehow it turned into this – I mean I’m not mad. Hopefully you like it.
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Last Saturday a bee stung you, it made you feel icky and you had to go to the hospital. The doctors at the hospital gave your Mum’s these weird pen things. The doctors taught your Mum’s how to use them, as well as Steph and Sam for just encase. You were upset about your trip to the hospital, as it meant you had to miss the game but you get to go to the game this week.
You slept almost the whole bus ride, much to everyone’s delight, today was an important game, so with you sleeping it meant everyone could focus on the game. When you did wake up there was only 10 more minutes of the trip left, you decided to go walk down and sit next to Steph, once she realised you were trying to climb into the seat next to her she helped you up, you didn’t make any noise though, you just sat there as you took in the world around you.
In the locker room you sat in your Ma’s cubby as you ate your snacks, everyone kept looking over to you and whispering to your Mum’s that you looked extra cute today.
You were sitting on Leah’s lap, well more so her good leg as you watched the game from the bench, there was around 20 minutes of game time left when your Mum doubled over before she started losing her stomach contents on the pitch.
“Weah,” you said
“mmm” she hummed to let you know she was listening “Ma sick” you informed her pointing “What do you mean?” she asked clearly not looking at the pitch.
“I think if you stopped having a nap and looked at the pitch you would see what she means” Beth joked.
“Oh shit,” Leah said as she looked at the pitch before looking over to Beth and Viv, who just made funny faces you didn’t understand.
“We see Ma? See if okay?” You asked as the medics took her off the pitch.
 “Sure munchkin,” Leah put you down, stood up and was reaching to pick you up, before she was interrupted by Beth “Leah, you can’t carry her yet, it's too risky,” “I’ll be fine beth,”
“No Leah, Beth is right, it isn’t safe, or good for you, we will come with you” Viv said in a sterner tone. Leah huffed as Beth picked you up, before the three women took you to see your Ma.
When you arrived in the medical room your Ma was laying on one of the beds with her eyes closed.
“What happened?” Leah asked without warning, slightly startling your Ma.
“I started feeling a little dizzy and then next thing I knew I was throwing up” she replied.
“So, what you actually mean is that when you got hit in the head and feel backwards onto the pitch hitting your head again, you actually did feel it and really should’ve gone off then, but you wanted to keep playing so you risked your own health” Viv said as though your Ma was in trouble.
You stayed with your Ma until the game finished, you kept yourself entertained with a glove that Beth blew up.
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When you got home your Mum told you to go play in your playroom for a bit, which you did, she then came in to talk to you. “Ma isn’t feeling too well, but you can see her if you want,” “O-tay, I go now?” “Yeah, you can, but you have to make sure to keep the lights off and be very quiet, and try not to move much, okay?” “O-tay,” you toddled down the hall and into your Mum’s room to see your Ma, while your Mum put some washing on.
“Ma,” you whispered as you walked up her side of the bed, her eyes slowly opened and she did some slow blinks, before she spoke.
“No Y/N, go away,” she said harshly, you quickly spun around as tears started rolling down your cheeks and ran out of the room, crashing into your Mum’s legs as your eyes were full of water and you couldn’t see.
“What’s wrong?” “M-Ma, said go way,” “Oh baby, I’m sorry,” your Mum said as she wiped some of your tears away, but as soon as she could wipe the old ones away new ones replaced them “How bout I put you on the couch and you can watch some frozen while I speak to your Ma.” You perked up at the idea of frozen and quickly nodded your head, your Mum put you down on the sofa and turned frozen on before she quickly filled one of your sippy cups with water and gave it to you. “I’ll be back okay,” you just nodded your head not really listening to her anymore because frozen was playing.
“Why did you tell Y/N to go away, you really upset her,” your Mum questioned your Ma.
“I feel like shit Cait, and I don’t want Y/N to, I don’t know” she huffed.
“I know you feel like shit, but it’s partly your fault, and it doesn’t give you the right to push everyone away who is just trying to help you and it especially doesn’t give you the right to get mad at your daughter and tell her to go away when all she was trying to do was help, I’m going to take y/n to the park, I’ll will be back in a bit, if you need anything please call me, I will come back and help, anything at all, I promise, but Beth and Viv have offered to take her to the park so I’m going to walk her around there,” before your Ma could say anything your Mum had walked out of their bedroom door.
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“Katie, Babe, I just came back to check everything is alright, Y/N is still at the park with Beth and Viv” Caitlin said as she walked through the door, there was no response, “Katie, Babe,” the house was oddly silent, so she walked further through the house. “Shit, Katie,” Caitlin exclaimed as she rounded the corner to find Katie passed out in the middle of the floor, “Katie, babe, wake up” she shook Katie to wake her up.
“What, oh God,” Katie said as she woke up, she quickly got up off the floor and ran to the toilet before hunching over it, emptying the remains of her stomach’s contents.
“Why didn’t you call? You shouldn’t have gotten up and walked around,” Caitlin wondered what the point in asking that question was. Of course she didn’t call, she doesn’t ask for help and constantly pushes help away when she is offered it.
“Because you were mad,” Katie replied through gags. Shit she thought to herself. Was this her fault?
Katie stopped throwing up but soon passed out again, Caitlin quickly grabbed her phone and called Leah, in which Kim answered.
“Kim, Leah, I need your help. I’ve fucked up but that can be explained later, Katie needs to go to the hospital because I found her passed out and when I woke her up, she ran to the toilet and threw up heaps before she passed out again, but she isn’t going to listen to me, please help.” Caitlin stopped talking while her captains must’ve been talking, “Okay thank-you, I’ll go unlock the door, we’re just in our bathroom. Beth and Viv have Y/N.”
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Thankfully the girls had been directed to a private waiting room, meaning they didn’t have to worry about fans. 
As Beth and Viv walked into the room Leah and Kim looked at them in confusion, “We called Steph, she called Sam, Y/N is staying at Sam and Kristie’s, we told her it’s just a last-minute sleepover type thing. Steph is on her way here now.” Kim and Leah nodded with slight relief, hoping Steph would be able to talk to Caitlin, and maybe calm her down. She had been pacing the length of the room, wiping away her tears as they fell since they arrived.
Steph arrived and looked at the four women before her gaze moved over to Caitlin, she cautiously approached her and gently put a hand on her shoulder as she softly said, “Hey Cait, can you sit down for me,” Caitlin looked up at her and just about broke, almost collapsing in the chair behind her.
“I’m so stupid, this is all my fault” she blurted out.
“This isn’t your fault, this is her fault, she is the one that played with a concussion and made it worse, she is the one that didn’t ask for help when you told her too,” Steph said as she put her arm around her shoulder and rubbed her hand up and down her arm, trying to comfort her.
“Yeah, but I left her alone, I left her alone after I got mad at her, I left the person who doesn’t take help let alone ask for it alone, with instructions to call the person who just got mad at her for help, what was I thinking she would’ve never called for help anyway let alone after I just got mad at her. I, I can’t believe I was so dumb to think that, I literally left her to fend for herself, what if she had hit her head on something on the way down, she could’ve died, I could’ve killed her, oh god, I can’t believe I just did that, I shouldn’t have done that, I shouldn’t have left her alone,” She blurted out, she leant into Steph’s side before continuing, “I was, I was,” she stammered before taking a few deep breaths as she suddenly felt sick “I’m going to be sick” Steph quickly reacted and thankfully as they were in a hospital there was just about sick bags on all the walls, in little dispensers. Steph rubbed her back as she lost some of her stomach contents, before Beth handed her a bottle of water which she took a small sip from. “Can you please lie down for me?” Steph asked, concerned for her friend, Caitlin did as she said and rested her head in Steph’s lap, falling asleep.
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Viv was in Katie’s room as she woke up, sitting on a chair at the side of the bed, she started to speak before Katie could. “I’m really disappointed in you, you really need to learn to let people help you, it’s not weak, Caitlin is literally out there in an absolute state, she literally made herself sick because she feels like such a crap person for getting mad at you and leaving you, when in reality she did nothing wrong, she left you with strict instructions to call for help. You do realise if she hadn’t come back when she did we could be in a very different situation. You might not even be here. In all honesty McCabe it’s hard when we try and help you and all you do is push us away, so I can’t even imagine what it is like for Caitlin, I get it you’re mad at the world in these situations, I’ve been there we all have, but you can’t push people away, especially the people in your life who love you the most, Caitlin absolutely adores you and for the most part you two have a great relationship but currently she is out there in shambles because she offers and offers when you need help and you don’t take, I don’t understand it.”
Katie couldn’t reply to that, Viv was right, there was nothing to do or say, other than to apologise to Caitlin who wasn’t there.
After quite a lot of awkward silence Katie spoke “Where’s Y/N?” “She is having a fun sleepover at Kristie’s and Sam’s, that’s all she knows.”
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Caitlin walked in hesitantly, her hair was a mess, her cheeks were tearstained, she had big bags under her eyes. Katie started crying, knowing it was her fault her girlfriend was looking this bad. Caitlin walked over to where the chair was sitting next to Katie’s bed, she sat down in it as she took Katie’s hands in hers before taking a deep breath. 
“Katie, I’m sorry I left you alone, I didn’t know it was this bad, if I did I wouldn’t have ever left you alone, no matter how angry I was. But this is why you need to communicate with people, with me Babe. It’s dangerous when you don’t tell us how you are feeling. You could’ve died.” she sighed before continuing “I just don't understand why you won't accept help, needing help isn't a weakness it’s normal. I love you, I want to help you, try and help you feel slightly better. I’m not going to judge you or complain or tell you that you’re overreacting. I just want you to let people help you, at least let me help you, please” she kissed Katie’s hands and let them go. Katie sat up shifting forward in the bed, before she looked longingly up at Caitlin, who realised this was Katie asking for her help, even though she wasn’t using her words, it was a start. Caitlin climbed onto the bed and situated herself behind Katie, placing her legs either side of her before pulling her in towards her, Katie rested her head back to rest in the crock of Caitlin’s neck.
“I’m sorry Cait, I love you,” was all that Katie whispered in her ears before her eyes fluttered shut.
Caitlin awoke to the sound of gagging, she quickly grabbed the sick bowl and placed it in front of Katie before helping her to sit up slightly, Caitlin rubbed her back, as she dry heaved.
“Cait, help” Katie managed to say through gags, she sounded as though she was in tears, Caitlin pressed the call button, “I know babe, it’s not nice, but I’m here, I’ve got you, you’ve got this, you’re going to be okay,” Katie stopped and collapsed back into Caitlin, as they nurse walked in, she spoke to Katie, however her words were more directed too Caitlin “I’ll give you some anti-nausea medication,” she said, before she started sifting through draws, once she found it she put it into Katie’s IV and said, “hopefully that helps but if it doesn’t let us know and we will try and figure something else out.”
“Thank you,” Caitlin said as she smiled at the nurse who was walking out of the room. The pair very quickly fell asleep again, their day had been hectic to say the least, leaving the both of them exhausted. 
It was the third time that night that Katie had woken up dry heaving, the second time it happened she was sent for another MRI to check she didn’t have a brain bleed or a clot, it came back clear, so they gave her antihistamines to see if they did anything, but they apparently didn’t. “Cait, please” Katie cried out.
“I know babe, I wish it would stop too, I wish I could make it stop, but I’m here and I’ll stay here, I love you, it’s okay, I’ve got you, you’re doing great babe,” Caitlin said trying to reassure her girlfriend as she continued to dry heave. Caitlin eventually pressed the Nurse’s call button again as Katie hadn’t stopped, after consulting with a few doctors and specialists they decided to give Katie more anti-nausea medicine even though she had had the maximum amount, thankfully they did the trick and Katie stopped, allowing the pair to sleep through the rest of the night.
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You sat on the floor of the living room in your house playing with your toys, as Steph sat on the couch, watching over you, when you heard a familiar car engine pull into the driveway, a few moments later you heard Keys in the door unlocking it as Steph said “That’s your Mum and Ma,”.
As the door opened you tensed up, not knowing what your Ma might say to you, you saw your Ma standing next to your Mum and you ran upstairs into your room.
Your Mum and Steph helped your Ma into her room and got her all sorted before Steph left, telling them to call her if they needed anything. Your Mum told your Ma she was just going to check on you quickly and then she would be back.
Your Mum opened your door and saw your sobbing body splayed out on your bed, she picked you up. You tried to fight her hold but she just tightened her grip causing you to give in.
“Ma doesn’t want me,” you sadly say.
 “Oh Monkey, that’s not true, your Ma was feeling very icky and that made her mad,” she said wiping the hair out of your face.
“Like it always does?” you question, your Ma had never been so mad when she was icky that she made you go away.
“Yeah but extra mad. But we have talked and she is going to try and not get so made when she is icky. Do you want to see her? I think she would like to see you,” you nodded hesitantly and you were carried into their room. The light was very dim in there, but your Ma could still see your red tear stained cheeks and your puffy eyes, and she felt very angry with herself.
“I’m super sorry Munchkin, I shouldn't have yelled at you to go away, you were only trying to see if I was okay,” she said as your Mum put you down on the bed, you didn't reply to her, but instead crawled over to her and curled into her side, falling asleep almost immediately. Your Ma was confused by you falling asleep so quickly, and furrowed her brows at your Mum who answered her.
“Sam messaged me this morning, said she didn’t sleep very well last night, go to sleep I might too, but let me know if you need anything please.”
“I love you, Cait, thank you, for everything,” Your Ma said, before your Mum leant over to place a quick kiss on her lips. They both quickly joined you in sleep.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝟑𝟖𝟏
Toji Fushiguro
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[Chapter 13] Back to the Beginning
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“I’m an escort.” Toji says which leaves you wide-eyed. You aren’t sure how to react, other than simply staring at the man. You’re dumbfounded. Dumbfounded even sounds like an understatement. Your mouth is parted, and you’re simply shocked to even hear that. Maybe you should’ve suspected that, but you didn’t. “I’m not dating anyone.”
“Yeah um…” You really aren’t sure how else to respond. You still feel hurt mainly because he hid this from you. You’re gathering your thoughts, and you think about talking this out with him but you aren’t sure if he’ll accept the offer to talk right at this moment; you’re afraid to ask. 
“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asks, his hand still on the door. You bite down on your tongue, holding back on making a snarky remark due to the words he used not even five minutes ago. You clear your throat, tilting your head to the side,
“Is that any of my business?” You respond as you move to the side to let him in. It’s too cold outside for him to explain something that seems like a mouthful to explain. He walks inside and you shut the door. You watch him take a seat. “Don’t waste time, Toji. I’m tired.”
“Right…” He looks at the ground in shame. You’re not in the mood to comfort him, and you certainly aren’t going to tell him that him being an escort is no big deal. “Momoko and I aren’t dating. She just… Pretends like we are to her friends and her coworkers and parents– Just everyone around her. I look… Presentable enough and I guess she likes that I don’t really try to engage with them.”
“Okay…” Your brain isn’t coming up with the right words to say. “So how far–”
“Just going to events. Doesn’t get past flirting and occasional pecks on the lips.” He answers, and while it’s not as horrible as you thought, your stomach still churns. You don’t like what you’re hearing– But it’s fine, you’re not dating Toji or anything. He’s just your neighbor who you’ve gotten extremely friendly with. You take a deep breath and slowly nod your head. “What’s up?”
“Why didn’t you tell me this? Why are you doing all of this?” Questions flood your head. You aren’t really sure what you’re expecting to hear, but you hope that it’ll put you at ease.
“I didn’t want to scare you away… It’s not something that I’m exactly proud of.” He tells you, fidgeting his hands, not really having the courage to look at you. Toji isn’t a man that’s ashamed of anything but for some reason as he stands before you, he finds himself extremely embarrassed that he’s doing all of this. “I… Just want to save up a lot of money and buy Megumi a proper house, where he has his own room and can go outside and play in his own yard. Fixing cars is not enough with all my expenses.”
“I– I don’t know what to say, Toji.” You’re simply shocked. Maybe you should’ve expected it, but you were hoping he was a waiter or something along those lines. Not an escort. “I guess… You have to do whatever you have to do.”
“So what do you think?” He asks when you sit in complete silence for a minute, although it feels like it’s an eternity. He finally looks at you, watching as you stare down at your thighs. You really don’t know what to say, it’s not something light.
“You should’ve told me sooner.” You have no other words. Maybe if you found out sooner than you would’ve taken the news better. It’s not that you’re upset but… This is all so confusing for you. “I guess there isn’t that much trust between us and… It’s not something that you’re exactly proud of.”
“I mean, do you look at me differently now?” He questions, and you do. But mainly because he tried to hide it. He just makes it seem like he’s actually sleeping with them and– God, the idea of him sleeping with other women makes you upset.
“Did you… Fuck any of them?” You ask, and he quickly shakes his head. That makes you feel a lot better, but you still feel pretty weird. “I guess, I do. I just thought you would’ve told me. Considering that I almost consider you a boyfriend.”
“I guess sometimes things aren’t how we want.” He responds. You sigh, and he stands up from the bed, beginning to walk towards the door. His hand lands on the doorknob, and he turns to look at you. You stare at each other for a moment before he speaks up, “I hope things don’t change between us.”
“I hope so too.” You muster to say. He opens the door and exits, making you lay down on your bed. You don’t want things to change, Toji has been making you feel so good.
But you know things will change. There’s no way they can remain the same after finding out the truth.
It’s not because he’s an escort– Well not entirely. You feel weird knowing that Toji’s been hiding this from you. The idea of Toji kissing other women for the sole purpose of money makes you sick. You doubt that you’ll be sleeping tonight.
You’re more concerned about what he’s doing, rather than questioning who sent you the photos. Who knows about you and Toji? You have an answer, but you don’t really care to think about it. Your main concern right now is your relationship with Toji, a man who you thought you had a possible romantic relationship with.
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You want to say that things remain unchanged, but they aren’t. You’re awkward around Toji, the same way he’s awkward around you. The only reason you interact now it’s because of Megumi, and it makes you feel upset because you were sure a relationship was developing. 
Slowly your walls were coming down and you’d allow yourself to be with the man that you were starting to like more than a friend. Sadly, things didn’t turn out the way you were hoping. 
You try not to dwell on it, maybe you’re just not meant to be with each other. It’s fine though, your hopes weren’t up too much. You won’t deny how weird this whole arrangement is. You feel like you’re trying to coparent Megumi even though he’s not your son. At least now Toji is paying you some money, even if it isn’t a lot. 
You want to act like everything is okay, but for some reason you find yourself upset when he’s working late nights, and your mind wonders just exactly what he’s doing. At least it doesn’t get past kissing; at least that’s what he told you. You aren’t quite sure if you can believe Toji’s word. 
The first week of February strikes you, and you’re shocked to realize just how fast time is going. It’s been over a month since you’ve had your conversation with Toji, over a month since he last kissed you. You don’t miss it, at least that’s what you tell yourself.
You don’t like Toji all that much either way. That sentiment slowly fades away. A little too slow for your liking, but regardless, it’s leaving. 
As Valentine’s day approaches, you find yourself a bit saddened though since you were expecting to have a Valentine’s this year. First it was Kento, your late husband, since you expected him to last longer. That hope clearly vanished, but as you got closer to Toji, maybe he could be your Valentine.
The most unexpected thing though is when you’re in your apartment taking care of Megumi. He has a little backpack– Which isn’t exactly so little. It reaches past his knees and he has to be careful with it. You have no idea why Toji got that backpack for him since it’s plain black and boring, not to even mention twice his size. He’s looking for something there.
“What are you looking for, GumiGumi?” You ask him, crouching down to help the little boy that looks determined to find something. He finally pulls out a wrinkled piece of paper that’s folded in half. It’s a card, and it’s filled with attempted shapes. You squint your eyes, trying to make out what it is. “What is that, honey?”
“Would you be my valentine?” He asks, as he extends his arm to you. You feel your heart soften, your bottom lip sticking out as you put your hand over your heart. He’s simply the cutest. You always knew you wanted kids but this just confirms it even more. You hug him.
“Of course, baby.” You respond. You kiss his temple, a big smile on your face when you look at him. Maybe you won’t be so lonely this Valentine’s day, you still have Megumi who is almost like your son. Knowing Toji, he’ll be busy. “Do you want to do something special? Maybe go to the movie theater or get something to eat?”
“Can we get ice cream?” He asks, a spark in his eyes as he mentions the cold treat. You end up nodding in response, causing the biggest smile to come to his face. Then he asks, “Can daddy come with us?”
“If he’s available, yes, baby.” You answer. When you fully stand up, you put the card down on the counter and you ask him, “Do you want anything specific to eat, Megumi?”
“No.” He shakes his head. You walk over to the fridge to look at what ingredients you have that can make a quick and easy meal. You’re not really in a cooking mood. 
You hear your phone ring, and you furrow your brows. You grab it to see an unknown number calling. You’re about to hang up the call since lately a lot of weird numbers have been calling you. Something urges you to pick it up, and when you do, you almost regret it. You heard your name, and you aren’t sure whether you should confirm or deny.
“This is her.” You end up confirming it. Your eyes widen when you hear it’s from the hospital, and you feel your heart drop. You remember a similar call years ago, and it ended up in you losing so much. “Who is in the hospital?”
Your eyes immediately dart to the little boy who opens his notebook to scribble with his crayons. God you hope it’s not– “Toji Fushiguro? I’ll be on my way.”
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“Honey, I'm home!” Beomgyu bellows as he steps into the house, accompanied by the little dorky giggle he lets out every time he says that. That cute idiot is still very much in the honeymoon phase where he's just happy to be with you. 
You are too, and you answer him with a giggle of your own, letting him know you're in the kitchen. Though your laughter is a little bit devious, and you can't wait to see his reaction when he comes into the room. 
“Whatcha doin–oh.” He stops in his tracks to look at you, decked out in an all pink and white outfit as you lean against the counter. The white ruffled skirt you're wearing barely covers your ass and crotch with thigh highs coming up to the middle of your thighs, cat paws printed on them. Over that you wear a pink tube top that struggles to contain your breasts, the little bell collar you're wearing bringing attention to them whenever you move. 
“What–what's going on?” He gulps, rooted to his spot still but you can already tell that your horny boyfriend pants are starting to get a little tight. “Why are you wearing that?”
“Oh, this little old thing?” You ask, twirling around to give him a nice view of your ass. The skirt you're wearing is so short that when it flies up, he can clearly see you're not wearing any underwear. “I just thought that my pretty boy has been working so hard and deserved a treat. Don't you think so?”
He nods enthusiastically, quickly making his way towards you. Immediately his hands find their way to your breasts and he bends down to kiss you. You let him slip his tongue inside your mouth, meeting it with your own as his fingers knead and rub your tits. 
“My pretty girl. So sexy.” He lets out little groans into your mouth, his hardening cock pressed up between your legs. You already feel yourself getting wet, his fingers flicking your nipples as he grinds against you. “All for me to fuck.” 
Finally, you pull away from him, pushing on his chest to put a distance between you, and answer his confused look. “Not yet, pup, I'm making you some food first. We don't want it to burn now, do we?”
“I don't care.” He growls, hands squeezing your breasts as he attempts to lean down again to kiss you, but you turn your head to the side, and he ends up kissing your neck instead. 
“But I care. I worked so hard on this meal.” You whine, pulling his head back by his hair. “Don't be bad now, Beommie.”
“You're the one being bad, wearing that slutty little outfit on purpose to drive me crazy.” His eager eyes eat you up as he toys with the neckline of your top, subtly trying to pull it down to uncover your breasts but you swat his hands away. 
“You hurt me, baby. I just wanna take care of you.” You pout, and he grabs your hand and puts it on his crotch, making you feel the hard bulge there. “Take care of this.” 
“After dinner.” You roll your eyes, turning around in his hold to check on the food and adding the prepared veggies to the pot. It’s a very simple meal, you just need to mix everything together into a stew. You knew you couldn’t make anything complicated as you’re likely to become very distracted very soon. 
Case in point…
“But I can’t wait that long.” He whines, draping his body over you, his lips planting wet, needy kisses along your shoulder and neck that make you wet somewhere else. “Not with you looking like this.” 
You pretend to let out an exasperated sigh, and press your ass against his crotch, biting back your grin. “Well, I guess if you really can’t wait… you can touch me while I’m preparing the food.” 
“Fucking slut.” He groans, hands moving to your breasts again and kneading them over the thin material of your top, easily finding your nipples and rolling them between his fingers. 
You scoff, trying to hide how affected you are by his touches already. “I’m not the one who can’t control myself when I see my girlfriend dressed in an innocent pink outfit.” 
“This is not fucking innocent. You know exactly what you’re doing to me.” He calls you out, leaning back and pulling up your skirt so he can see your bare ass. 
“Fuck…” He mutters under his breath, cupping your asscheeks and spreading them apart. “Fuck, baby, you’re leaking onto your thighs.” 
“Shut up, Beommie. Don’t be a filthy boy.” You scold, shivering when he drags a finger along your slit, gathering some of your arousal and bringing it to your lips. 
“Open up, baby. Taste yourself.” 
“Beommie–” You pretend to protest but he knows you’re just putting on an act. It’s all part of the little role play scenarios you know he loves so much. And so you let him grab your chin with his other hand, forcing your mouth open so he can shove his wet fingers inside, making you taste yourself. 
“Sweet, isn't it, baby? I could stay with my face buried in your pussy all night long.” He tells you, fucking your mouth his fingers until you’re gagging on them. “Fuck, you’re making my cock ache. You have such a pretty mouth.” 
He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and turns your head back towards him, smearing your own saliva over your cheek as he does so. The kiss is wet and filthy, just how Beomgyu likes it. And just as you get lost in the kiss, his hand leaves your face to slide between your bodies, prodding at your pussy from behind. 
“Beommie!” You whine, throwing your head back on his shoulder. 
“Tsk. Gotta focus on the cooking, baby.” He mocks, pulling your head back down before thrusting his fingers inside you. “We don’t want it to burn now, do we?”
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can i please request something with eddie and cheerleader reader? i just love it so much and i basically can’t find any i haven’t already read. maybe something where the reader is judged and hurt by all his friends for being popular at first (cause i love a little angst) but obviously they come around, but really anything you want bc i’m obsessed with your writing and will be happy with anything THANK YOU SO MUCH!!
I LOVE CHEERLEADER READER
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"wait...Y/N asked you out? The cheerleader? Miss popular? Rich daddy? That Y/N?" Gareth asked, Eddie stood across from him, cheeks red, apparently just got back from being asked out on a date.
"yes! I can't believe it" Eddie exclaimed excitedly, he's had a thing for Y/N for years, and he never once thought she'd look in his direction. But she was, and she was staying put.
"Eddie, are you sure that's a good idea? We know how those popular kids can be" Mike warned, eyes looking back to Y/N, her giggling with her friends. He was worried for Eddie, he didn't want him to get hurt.
"look I know she's popular and I went on countless rants about how they are here to ruin the world, but come on! It's Y/N! I've been praying for a moment like this" Eddie explained, he definitely wasn't going to say no just because his friends didn't seem convinced.
~~
Before hellfire knew it, Eddie and her were together. And always together. She was holding his hand, kissing him against the lockers, wearing his jacket, and sitting with them at lunch. She was everywhere and hellfire couldn't stand it.
Dustin liked her though. She was funny and had a nerdy side. It was easy to tell Eddie adored her. He looked at her like she held the stars personally to shine for him.
"I'm thinking I'm going to ask her to be my girlfriend, officially" Eddie delivered the news, seconds before hellfire exited the school
"really? You sure?" Lucas questioned, a worried look in his eyes
"yes. I have no doubt she'll say yes. We have so much fun together. She seems to really like me. It's been a month of dates and kissing. Why would she say no?" Eddie argued. He had his mind set on her. There wasn't any reason why she'd say no.
"it's just are you sure it's genuine? Not a dare?" Gareth brought up, all boys agreeing
"I don't think she's like that. She's going to say yes, good luck" Dustin defended. Eddie sending him a grateful smile
~~
On his way out Gareth found Y/N walking to Eddie's van, just leaving practice as she stood in his jacket.
"Gareth hi!" She cheered as he walked up
"hey, look we need to talk" he wasn't going to let Eddie get hurt, not by someone who could move on way easier than Eddie ever could
"yeah what's up?" She asked worried, swallowing herself in Eddie's jacket as she shivered against the cold
"Eddie is going to ask you to be his girlfriend," her face lit up at the news. Excitement rushed through her as she felt herself ready to break out into her own personal cheer, "but you need to say no"
"wait what?"
"it's just that Eddie doesn't belong in that popular crowd. He thinks he can handle it but he can't. He'll be insecure, uncomfortable, and he won't be himself. Do you want that? Do you want him to have to pretend to be someone else for your little crowd to accept him? " Gareth was digging up anything he could to make her second guess this relationship. He was learning fast that she wasn't quite easy to just push over
"that's not true. My friends already love him. He hangs out with us all the time at parties and sometimes he comes with to my team dinners. Even guys on the basketball team like to talk to him. He gets to be himself " she defended, she wouldn't allow her friends to disrespect Eddie or make him insecure.
"and what about what his friends think of you?" Gareth snapped, he was running out of arguments. Maybe he needed to make her insecure
"what do you mean?" Her hard face cracked slightly. She always feared hellfire didn't like her and she had a feeling it was going to be confirmed.
"we don't like you, none of us. We don't like you hanging around and being attached to Eddie's hip. Soon we'll refuse to be in the same room with you. Making Eddie split his time between his friends and new girlfriend. And that's always a problem down the road, And when it comes down to Eddie picking between us and you, who do you think he's going to pick?" With that he walked away. Smirking to himself as he watched her face fall
~~
"hey gorgeous. How was practice?" She smiled sadly as Eddie walked up to his van. A big smile on his face as he reached to grab her in a hug
She hugged him hard, allowing herself to feel his hard chest against her cheek.
"it was fine. How was the campaign?" Pulling away to look at him. He excitedly talked about it as he got in the car, and the whole way to her house. She listened closely, she loved listening to Eddie talk. He put so much time and creativity into it
Once he pulled up to her house, he grabbed her hands. She had a feeling it was coming, the way he took a deep breath and shyly looked at her
"so I've been thinking about how much I love spending time with you and I really like you. And I want to be with you, like officially. Do you want to be my girlfriend?" She hated how excited he looked. How nervous his hand was holding hers. And how his eyes were so soft. And she knew this was going to be just as hard for her to stay as it will be for him to hear.
"no Eddie. I'm sorry" she choked out, flinging herself out of the car as fast as she could. Slamming the front door behind her and racing to her bedroom.
Eddie stared at the empty passenger seat for a good few minutes before his brain understood what happened. She said no? She actually said no. He swallowed down the bitter taste and reversed out of her driveway. Guess him and Dustin were wrong.
~~
"how did it go?" Dustin asked excitedly as Eddie walked into the lunchroom, finally seeing him
But as he took a closer look, Eddie seemed sad. He didn't have the energetic aura or the childish smile
"she said no"
The table went silent, everyone looking at him and sneaking a look to where she generally sat before she met Eddie
Eddie looked to her table, watching as she played with her plate, looking down
"I'm sorry man" Gareth comforted, laying a hand on Eddie's shoulder
"I just don't know why. I mean we've been together every day for a month. If she didn't like me why would she be around me for so long?" It didn't make sense to Eddie. She looked sad when she said no, and she ran out of the car like it was on fire.
"cheerleaders man" Gareth scoffed
~~
It probably was smart to always be looking at him but she couldn't help it. It's only been two days and she missed him terribly. She hated that she couldn't walk up to him and ask him about his day. Or kiss his lips. Or sit in his van and listen to his music.
He always stared back. Questioning her for saying no but spending her time staring at him.
But she did it for him, she wouldn't make him pick and put his friends in that position. They knew him first, and that's just how it was
~~
Gareth's intentions didn't work out well for him. Eddie was sad and snapping at everyone. He grew even more insecure, his confidence was taking hits and he just shut down.
"I mean I know she's way out of my league but I just thought maybe you know? God I'm an idiot. I'm a freak and live in a trailer, of course she didn't want to be official. Probably embarrassed to call me her boyfriend. Meet her family"
Gareth felt guilt eating at him the more Eddie talked. He just made Eddie doubt himself even more about everything.
He needed to fix what could have been amazing.
~~
Y/N was walking out of the gym when she spotted Gareth, a small smile on her lips as she began to walk passed him
"wait! Can we talk?" She tensed at his voice, turning around
"about what?" She asked quietly. She needed to go home before she saw Eddie. It's been getting too hard
"I wanted to apologize. I made all that shit up. Eddie is my best friend and I just wanted to protect him. But all I did was hurt him and hurt a girl that seems to really care about him" Gareth apologized
"thank you for your apology" she said with a nod, going to turn back around
"wait! Please talk to him. He really likes you and he's hurting"
She kept her back to him but nodded her head, walking away
Gareth felt himself smile when she turned to left, not the direction of the parking lot
~~
Eddie cleaned up the remainder pieces of the campaign when someone knocked on the door
"open"
He didn't bother to look up, zipping up his backpack when a hand touched his arm
He snapped his eyes up and was across from Y/N
"hey Eddie" she said quietly
"um hey" he whispered, his body was on fire from the smallest touch. He didn't know why she was here but he didn't want to ask her to leave
"I have a small confession about why I said no"
Her eyes were soft but he felt like her words were a punch to his gut. He was once again reminded she said no. She didn't want to be his girlfriend
"do tell" he smirked, trying to lighten the atmosphere, make it less serious and tense
"Gareth kinda pressured me into saying no. He admitted that none of your friends like me, which I get being popular and all, and he said it would divide your time. At the end of the road you'd have to pick so I just thought it would be easier to beat you to the punch. I'm sorry, you don't know how bad I wanted to say yes. And how bad I still do. But hellfire is your main source of happiness, I couldn't ruin that" her hand made its way to his hand, holding it loosely giving him the chance to let it go. But he gripped it harder.
"I never knew he did that. I'm sorry. You are nothing like what they think you are, that's why I like you. At the end of the day I want to be with people who want me to be happy. If they can't accept you or be happy for me then they aren't as good of friends as I thought they were. Gareth and I are best friends, we'll make it work. But I'm not going to let another person decide for us" he cupped her jaw softly, smiling down at her
She smiled at his words, finally feeling something other than sadness from the last few days
"should we do this thing Munson?"
"oh definitely" he laughed, kissing her softly, moving his lips gently against hers
He pulled away with a quick peck
Speaking against her lips, "I'll deal with Gareth later, right now I need to scream in the parking lot that you are my girlfriend"
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whoistartaglia · 1 year
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you avoid your crush.
how do you deal with an unwanted but undeniable crush? you avoid them: save the friendship, mourn the relationship. or, so you thought.
including: cyno, the wanderer.
warnings: gender neutral reader, slight angst, mostly fluff.
cyno.
when you realized you’ve developed feelings for cyno, your best friend, you didn’t know what to do. you couldn’t tell him and ruin the friendship. that would be a disaster, and break your heart twice over: once, to lose cyno as a friend, and again, to lose him as anything more. so you resigned yourself to only have your heart broken once: you would avoid cyno until your feelings disappeared, and keep your friendship with him intact.
so that’s exactly what you do. everything was going fine, too—until today, when cyno cornered you in a small alcove at the akademiya.
“oh, cyno…! funny seeing you here…”
“is it, though?” he asks. “i do work here. we both work here, actually. wouldn’t it be stranger not to see me?”
yes, it is, but cuno doesn’t give you time to respond before he continues: “so isn’t it quite strange that i haven’t seen you in what? a week or two now?”
“yes… i guess.”
cyno waits for more, but you give him nothing else. you fidget under the weight of his stare. he’s observing you and you get the feeling like you’re an experiment gone wrong, a conclusion miscalculated.
“al-righ-t,” cyno finally says, drawing out each syllable. he hesitates for a second before his face hardens and he says, “if you want to avoid and ignore me and pretend i don’t exist, then you can avoid and ignore me and pretend i don’t exist. i can’t stop you, even if i hate it. but i would have at least wanted an answer as to why.”
cyno steps aside then, as if to tell you the conversation is gone, you’re free to go. but you don’t move, can’t move. you can’t even think as cyno steps away, only his words ringing in your ears: i would have at least wanted an answer as to why. you owed him that much, at least.
“wait, cyno—“ you take in a deep breath, and the words tumble out all at once. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry for avoiding you i— i really thought it was the best since i like you and you don’t like me, and i didn’t want to ruin our friendship but it just ended up hurting the both of us and it was a really stupid, but i didn’t know what else to do and… i’m really sorry.”
you look up when cyno doesn’t say anything. he’s still studying you, maybe even more intensely than before.
“yes.” he finally says.
“what?”
“it was really stupid.”
your face burns in embarrassment. cyno continues, “not just your plan—but that you thought we couldn’t be friends if i didn’t feel the same way back.”
“i know i just—“ you abruptly cut off, repeating what cyno just said in your head. “you feel… the same way back?”
“yes. i’d tell you it was stupid not to realize i also like you… but until now, i didn’t know you felt the same.”
“oh.” and then again, because you don’t know what else to say, “i’m sorry.”
cyno allows a faint smile to grace his lips. “i’ll forgive you this time, [name]. honestly, i’m just relieved you don’t hate me.”
“i could never hate you,” you say immediately.
“it didn’t feel like that this week. or last.” you look down again, disappointed that you allowed yourself to make cyno feel that way. he continues, a little gentler: “you’re going to have to make it up to me.”
“how?” you ask, already knowing you would do anything.
“how about you let me take you on a date? granted that’s something you probably want but there, you can tell me everything.”
you wouldn’t say no on any circumstance, but especially not when cyno’s finally smiling at you again. your relationship was off to a more than rocky start, but you find yourself hoping you can turn it around for the better.
the wanderer.
it was hard to avoid the wanderer as you were adventuring over teyvat together, just the two of you. when you first realized your feelings for him, and decided they would only prematurely end your expedition when he didn’t feel the same back, you swore to keep them a secret. to do that, you would need to distance yourself from him, but that proved rather difficult and… well, extremely obvious.
you stare into the flames of your small campfire. you sit opposite of the wanderer, though on previous cold nights like these, you probably would have been right next to him. similarly, you both would have trading stories and reminiscing about past adventures, not blanketed in this silence.
it’s clues like those, coupled with the equally obvious signs that you were had feelings for him, that let the wanderer discover your plan.
the wanderer leans back, resting on his elbows. the sun was setting, and already the stars would come out. on clear nights like these, you would spend hours—maybe the whole night—pointing out the different constellations.
looking at you now, eyes boring in the fire, the wanderer knows that’s not going to happen tonight. at least, not if he doesn’t do something about it.
“you’re quiet tonight,” he starts. you glance up sharply at him.
“yeah, i guess,” you mumble, looking back down.
“why?”
you trace circles in the dirt. “i’m just… tired. i guess. yeah, i might just go to bed early—“
“have you ever heard of,” the wanderer cuts you off, “the phrase, ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder?’”
you pause. he can’t possibly know… can he?
“i’ve know of it,” you reply tightly.
“so then you also know that you’re little idea of ignoring me in hopes that your feelings go away was doomed from the start, right?”
startled, you look back up again, and meet the wanderer’s gaze. you meet the wanderer’s gaze, and like all the times before, you know there’s no use in lying to him. not when he already suspects the truth. “i… yes.”
“and i assume you didn’t want me knowing because you didn’t think i liked you back?”
your silence is answer enough.
“well, you’re right.”
what.
what?
but then the wanderer cracks a smile, and he’s beside himself laughing: “oh, you should’ve seen the look on your face.”
“you’re the worst.” but now there’s a smile on your face, and you’re also laughing: at him, at your plan, at how despite your fears, the wanderer likes you back.
it makes you feel giddy, like you could spend the entire night laughing under the stars—and looking at the wanderer, now coming to sit next to you, you feel like you just might.
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xetswan · 8 months
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Youngest Shadow- Field Trips
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Bella and I stood next to each other, we had just gotten to our science field trip. I observed Bella’s eyes that went to the Cullens as usual. I then hear foot steps behind and before I can warn Bella, Mike pretends to be Dr. Frankenstein.
“Look! You’re moving. You’re alive!” He shouts, both Bella and I cringe. “Yeah false alarm.”
“Actually, I’m glad you’re not dead cause- well, that would suck, plus I wanted to ask you even though it’s like a month away…” He continued to talk, not even paying attention to the fact that she wasn’t facing his direction.
I watch Edward look up and over at our direction. Bella finally snaps out of it and looks over at Mike. It was a little late.
“So, what do you think?” He notices her blank expression. “You want to go? To prom. With me.”
I cover my mouth, looking away after seeing her horrified look. I try my best to refrain from laughing.
“Prom, as in dance. I uh- have to go somewhere. Yo Jacksonville. Yeah.” She sprouts out her lie.
“You can’t go another weekend?”
“Non-refundable ticket. Maybe you should ask Jessica.” We all glance over to across the lawn where Jessica stood. Mike then looks at me and my eyes widen.
“Don’t think about it. You’re not my type.” I sternly tell him.
He presses his lips together, sighing then going over to Jessica.
Both Bella and I make eye contact, laughing from that horrible ordeal.
Throughout the day I kept seeing two specific Cullens looking my way. And as that happened, each time I would look behind me as if there was something more interesting there.
Of course I would sneak some looks at them too but I’m hoping they didn’t notice or I wasn’t as obvious as they were.
We were now walking through the greenhouse and I saw Bella try to go up to Edward so instead of staying in between that I decide to walk ahead. Moving passed Edward and accidentally bumping into non other than Alice who seemed to have gripped tighter to Jasper.
Her grip loosened after seeing me. “I’m so sorry.” I bowed my head down a tiny bit to not look them in the eyes. She smiled motioning with her hand. “It’s quite alright.” Her voice was angelic, my face warmed up a bit and I start to feel embarrassed at how I was acting.
“I won’t be a bother, sorry again.” I stammered, going to walk away but she gently takes my hand for a second. I gasp at how cold she was.
“You can hang with us if you’d like.” My eyes wander over to Jasper who does a small nod, agreeing with his partner.
I shrug as a why not, finally straightening my posture and looking them in the eyes for only seconds at a time before looking somewhere else.
“Did those hurt?” She points to my piercings, since I flinch for a moment she instantly takes her hand back. “Oh, not really. I guess my tongue did but only the healing part.” I stick my tongue out, showing her. She stares at it.
I smile, closing my mouth, her nose scrunches in response. “I couldn’t imagine the feeling of metal in my mouth all the time.” She mumbles, almost inaudible.
“It doesn’t bother you after awhile. It kinda becomes you.” I say, purposefully adding a little dramatics at the end. I notice Jasper watching me intently. I smile and him and I didn’t even know his eyes could get wider but they did.
“Here, walk in between us.” Alice takes my sleeved arm, nod even between the fabric it still feels cold. I wonder if it bothers her.
I do as suggested, Jasper doesn’t seem so tense anymore either.
“You play Volleyball, I heard?” She asks, I grin just by the fact that she knew. “Yes! Out last game is coming up.”
“Really?” Alice looks up at me, I nod about to say something but Jasper beats me.
“We should go to it.”
My eyes light up but quickly I shot it down going back to a neutral expression.
“Yeah that would be awesome.” I agree.
For the rest of the trip I stood next to the two, it felt different but fresh as it wasn’t the same people I’ve been talking to for so long.
Someone other than Bella, Charlie, Jacob and Angela that enjoyed talking to me without using me to talk to my sister.
The buses arrived and we made our way over there, I saw Bella and Edward talking and it seemed to be upsetting my sister. I begin to walk over, picking up the pace and Alice joins.
“Hi, will you be riding with us?” She asks Bella but before my sister can say anything Edward interrupts. “No our bus is full.” He turns to go on the bus.
“Here’s my number, we should be-“
“Alice, come on.” Edward grabs her, stopping her from giving me the tiny paper. Jasper joins them, he gives me a sympathetic look and I give a small smile in return.
What just happened..?
“Your mother called, again.” Charlie calls after Bella who just stormed into the house trying to go upstairs to her room.
“Your fault for telling her about the accident.” Bella shrugs.
“She always did know how to worry.” His voice sounded sad. “But she’s changed, too. She seems happy. Phil sounds all right.”
“He is.” Bella goes up the stairs, I watch her spit the wedding photo Charlie still hasn’t seemed to take down.
The next day at lunch I stared at the Cullen table, unaware that I was doing it as I was thinking. Looking right at Alice and Jasper, infatuated with their relationship. Wondering what it was like behind closed doors. What kind of people they truly were. Why were they so nice to me at the field trip.
“La Push, baby. You in?” Eric and both my sister and I.
“Should I know what that means?” Bella raises an eyebrow.
“La Push beach, down on the Quileute rez. We’re all going after school. Big waves coming in.” Mike further explains. I already knew as Jacob had told me about the waves.
“And I don’t just surf the internet.” Eric makes a horrible joke.
“Eric, you stood up once. On a foam board.” Jessica called him out and even though I’m not fond of her. That was pretty funny.
“There’s whale watching too. You both should come with.” Angela chimes in and I smile at her.
“I’ll only go if you are.” I nudge her since she was right next to me. Her eyes widen at first but then she grins back.
“La Push baby.”
“I’ll go you stop saying that.” Bella says.
I knew Jake would be there with the others.
So of course I’m going to go. Plus, Angela is pretty cool. I love hanging out with her.
As Bella gets up to get food from the salad bar, I stand up as well but to go to the bathroom. “Where you going? Lunch isn’t over.” Eric questions me, they all look at me and I roll my eyes before turning to look at them. “I can’t piss anymore?”
Only reason I truly sit with them is for Bella and now Angela.
“Gosh you can’t ask questions anymore.” Jessica mutters, thinking I wouldn’t have heard. I raise my eyebrows, giving her a look. She presses her lips together and I head to the bathroom like I was going to do.
I enter the restroom, I actually wasn’t going to use it but to take a minute to myself before classes and everything. I normally am not overwhelmed so easily but something came over me like whiplash.
I heard the door open. “Sorry.” I whisper, going to get out of the persons way. “Hey, you alright?” The voice was small, gentle and I knew exactly who it was
“Oh, hey Alice. Yeah, I’m fine.” I force a smile, she stares at my face for a few seconds as if she was noticing me for the first time. Her expression was blank. Now it looks like she is staring off into space. I wave my hand for a minute, wondering if she’s okay.
Suddenly a smile appears upon her face. “If you say so, sweetheart.” She acts as if nothing happened. Going towards the mirror to fix her hair even though it laid perfectly. I watched every movement.
“So, you ready for that big game tomorrow?” She asks, I let out a shaky breath, laughing a bit at myself for being so nervous.
“Big time. Everyone will be there. We’ll make the paper if we win.” I tell her and she turns to face me once again.
“Really? That’s huge!” She squeals like it was actually important to her. “Yeah um, and I was thinking there’s this thing today. You should come, bring Jasper too.” I start,
Her head turns to the side. “We’re going to the beach if you’re interested.”
“Which one?”
I perk up to her answer, not expecting her to actually be interested.
“La Push.” I watch her expression falter the tiniest bit.
“Oh, how many people?”
“Uh, quite a bit.” I frown.
“I would love to. Really but Jasper has pretty bad social anxiety.” She sadly tells.
“I totally get it. Don’t worry. I’ll see you both at my game tomorrow though, right?” She seemed relieved by my response.
“Of course.”
“I keep thinking Eric’s going to ask me to prom, then he just doesn’t.” Angela tells Bella and I as we walk by the driftwood of the beach.
“You should ask him.” I tell her, Bella nods agreeing. “Take control. You’re a strong independent woman.” Bella exclaims like a motivational speaker.
“I am?”
“Totally.”
“Bella!? [Name]!” We three look up to see Jacob, Sam and Embry.
“Yes, you are.” I tell Angela before we acknowledge Jacob and end this conversation with her thinking to herself.
“Guys, this is Jacob.” I say.
“Are you stalking us?” Bella jokes.
“You’re on my rez remember?” He reminds her, “also you surfing? [Name] I’m surprised you’re not suited up too.” I just flip him off. “Definitely not.” Bella says.
“Keep her company, her date bailed.” Jessica teases and this is where I’m glad I’m not close with these people and they didn’t join me to the bathroom and heard my conversation.
Also I don’t think they would be cool with the idea of girls finding other girls attractive… sexually.
“What date?” Eric butts in.
“She invited Edward.”
“To be polite.” Bella argues, obviously embarrassed. “I think it’s nice she invited him. No one ever does.” Angela inquires, I think she is so sweet.
“Because Cullens a freak.” Mike sharply tells. “You got that right.” Sam speaks up and i grimace, not expecting that from him.
“You know them?” Bella questions.
“The Cullens don’t come here.”
I notice Jacob give Sam a look.
Everyone kind of stands there awkwardly and Bella ends up pulling Jacob aside, and she seems different. Like she’s trying to be flirtatious with him. And Jacob still having that puppy love crush is absolutely falling for it. I shake my head, sighing hoping he doesn’t get hurt. But I have a feeling Bella’s going to accidentally do so.
I go over to Sam and Embry as Angela decides to hand around Eric. “You got a little hot-headed out there.” I poke Sam who huffs in response. “Cullens are that bad?” I turn to Embry who looks down.
“You’ve heard the story before at the campfire, [Name]” Sam says, basically telling me I should remember one of these stories that I was told years ago. I press my lips together, shrugging my shoulders. “The Cullens were supposedly descended from an enemy clan. Does that ring a bell?”
I shake my head, “not really.”
“They claimed to be different than the normal enemy. So we made a treaty with them. If they promised to stay off Quileute lands we wouldn’t expose what they really were to humans.” Sam explains further, cutting it short than what Billy would have said.
“What are they-“
A scream emits from further down near the water, it was Angela being chased by Eric who holds a dead crustacean.
I end up not repeating my question as it seems to upset Sam. Going to join Jake and my sister who sat together.
Chapter four😨
Unedited, sorry if there are mistakes.
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autisticlancemcclain · 5 months
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Lance brightens at the clank of the old twisting lock, the creak of rusted hinges. He hurriedly wipes his hands on his apron, turning off the burner, and rushes out of the kitchen, beaming.
“You’re home!”
Keith glances up from his unlaced boots and smiles, exhausted. “Hi, sweetheart.”
Lance wastes no time in striding over to him, hand pressed to the centre of his chest as he kisses him softly, lingering. Keith sighs into his mouth, hand abandoning his laces to cup his cheek instead, thumb tracing the curve of his cheekbone.
“Missed you,” Lance murmurs, nose pressed to his husband’s scruffy cheek, breathing in the smell of his hair, his skin. He presses a kiss to his jaw, then another in the centre of his cheek, and then rests his lips at the corner of his eye. “So much.”
Keith’s breaths are long and heavy. Lance can feel the beat of his heart through his palm, slow and steady and strong. He presses with a little more strength, dragging his hand along his chest plate until his fingers rest on the latches, pulling it up and off. He resists the urge to strip him fully right there in the entryway, to pull off every piece of armour and toss it carelessly behind him, tug down the undersuit until it rests around his hips, pressing his palms to the flat of his chest, his thumb into the divot of his clavicle. To feel the rise and fall of his chest and every beat of his heart in every ridge of his fingertips, no space between them.
He curls his hands into fists, tucking them in his pockets. He lets Keith’s hands come up to cradle the back of his skull, guiding him until his forehead is pressed to his shoulder, moving with every inhale of his lungs. Lance paces his own breathing to match him.
They’ll do that later.
“God, I missed you,” Keith murmurs, thumbs brushing the back of his neck so lightly he shivers. “I hate Blade only missions. I should quit.”
“You should,” Lance agrees, but they both know that he won’t. Not when there’s so much he can do, so many he can help. It’s not even that bad, usually. It can even be fun when Lance is allowed to tag along, when he’s not pulled on some diplomatic mission in the opposite direction, when they’re schedules line up and they’re back to back again, samurai and sharp-shooter, the black paladin and his right hand.
But the separate missions are where it hurts.
“I thought you weren’t due back for another three days.”
“We wrapped things up this morning, but Kolivan let me go home early, said I could do the paperwork at home. Feeling generous, I guess.”
Lance hides his smile in the crook of his neck. Wanted to avoid a Keith-shaped tantrum, more likely.
“I guess.”
Keith kisses his temple, squeezing Lance’s hip before gently pulling away. Lance doesn’t even try to pretend not to pout. The Hunk that lives in his head gags. Lance ignores him happily.
“I’m gonna go shower,” he says, inclining his head to their bedroom. “We can sit together for a while after? Watch a movie, or something. I don’t have energy for much else.”
Lance smiles softly, leaning up to kiss him again. “Yeah. I was making dinner, I’ll be done by the time you’re out. Wanna watch Planet Earth: Antarctica so you can cry about baby penguins again?”
“…Yes.”
“Good.” He pats Keith’s rear playfully. “Off you go, dweebus. Don’t take long.”
He smiles as he watches him rush off, heading back to the kitchen to finish setting them up for the night.
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makethemhoesmad · 2 months
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Can youuu write about cc and reader getting into a heated argument and cc got carried away and said rlly hurtful words to reader and she doesnt realize until reader stands there frozen and doesnt say anything bcs she can’t believe cc would say that and she just walks out and cc regrets saying those stuff to reader (reader is a woman hihi😻)
hi hi
i changed to first person for the reader bc it was pissing me off to do second person
enjoy!
“And i’m sorry that i can’t make it to this game tonight until the second half, i have a paper due and it’s a huge part of this class!”  “you’ve had two weeks to do your paper! that’s plenty of time, but you were too busy with your stupid book club to bother to do it! and now that i have something important, you don’t give a shit!” “I do care! that’s why i’m coming to the game late, instead of not at all!” maybe i don’t want you there!”
I freeze. Caitlin storms out, grabbing her bag and slamming the door behind her. I stand there, staring at the door, for i don’t know how long, tears silently running down my face. Then, i clear up all of my stuff out of caitlin’s apartment, and drive back to my own. I had been considering moving out of mine completely, but i guess there’s no reason to now. I chuck my stuff on the barren floor of my bedroom, slide into the cold, stiff sheets of my bed, and sob into my pillow. She told me she didn’t want me at her game, so i won’t go, and i won’t watch it. And when she gets home, i won’t be there. Wiping my face, i sit up and pull out my computer. i still have to finish my paper, it’s almost done. I just have to edit my final draft.
The sound of banging on my door wakes me up.  My computer is shut and shoved next to me, and i’m half falling off the bed. I pick up my phone to see about 25 missed calls and texts, all from caitlin. i hear banging on my door again, then the sound of a latch opening. “baby…” i hear someone whisper. i stay quiet. she doesnt need me, she said it herself. I curl up, pretending to be asleep. if i don’t answer her, she’ll go away. I hear her walk into my room, and kneel next to me. “baby, i didn’t mean it. i was mad and it was wrong of me and i don’t deserve to ever be near you again. tell me to leave, and i will. i’m so, so sorry. i missed you at my game, and i wish you would have been there.” I open my eyes to see her face, still sweaty and slightly tear stained. I reach up, cupping her face with both hands. “sorry doesn’t make me forgive you, but you being here will.” i reach down to try and tug her up next to me, moving my computer to give her space. she pulls me into her, burying her face in my neck. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry” she mumbles against it. I rub her back, shushing her, “sleep baby. we can talk about it in the morning”
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aajjks · 1 year
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Puppy. (JJK)
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synopsis. Jungkook should feel bad, but all he feels is satisfaction.
pairing: yan!best friend jungkook x fem!popular girl reader.
warnings. YANDERE, how to ruin a relationship 101 tutorial by jungkook, sabotaging a relationship, infidelity, obsessive thoughts.
disclaimer: DO NOT ROMANTICISE THIS BEHAVIOUR, this is fiction, this is not a healthy relationship. Keep in mind that this is purely fictional n I do not condone this behaviour irl.
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Jungkook tries to not get too jealous when he sees you laughing or hanging out with other people than him.
He is your best friend but he gets insecure, so much that he has to calm down his irregular breathing while he hides away in a corner, his doe eyes constantly looking at your laughing face.
You are the most gorgeous person ever.
It’s astonishing to him that how nervous you get him despite knowing you for years, it’s hard for him to not be nervous around you.
You are just so perfect to him, and he’s just pathetic.
Jeon Jungkook is absolutely obsessed with his best friend of nine years.
He inhaled a breath in, closed his eyes and stops chewing at the insides of his cheek. “Okay jungkook…. Go to her.” He instructs himself.
He looks back to you once more when he opens his eyes, and smiles while walking out of the corner, holding the backpack as he calls out your name.
“Y/N!!” You look in his direction and Jungkook feels his heart flutter in his chest, the girls standing along you stop talking or blabbing as he’d like to say.
“Oh look Y/N your puppy’s here!” One of the girl laughs and Jungkook feels his cheeks tighten.
He’d be annoyed but it wasn’t a lie. He was your puppy. He looks at you, his eyes fixated. “Girls….” You roll your eyes as you scold them in a gentle way.
Oh you were just so sweet.
“Hey kook! I think we have the same class today?” You move your lips so elegantly, his eyes follow the moment of your mouth, his own falls open but he licks his bottom lip.
“A-Ah yes! It’s calculus.”
“Cool. It’s almost time… God I hate- “I know you hate it Y/N…. Don’t worry I’ll help you!”
Your friend whispers ‘puppy’ but Jungkook really doesn’t mind. You close your lips and give him a kind smile.
Oh, he’s gonna explode!! You do things to his heart.
Before him and you can say anything? Jungkook sees a guy walking in your direction. His knuckles tighten.
Jungkook hates him!
“Babe!!!” You shriek.
Fuck him!
“Oh hey man!” Jungkook suddenly chimes in before he can hug you or get any more closer to you. “I saw you yesterday at the coffee shop? Did you like it there? It’s my favourite place!”
You furrow your brows as you glance at your boyfriend who’s expressions waver, his eyes filling with confusion and something else.
“A-Ah yea it was pretty good…” he stutters but Jungkook forces his smile.
“And the chocolate cake? Y/N did you like it?” Jungkook looks at you again, biting his lip to contain the smirk that threatens to spread all over his face.
“Umm what? What cake?” Your pretty E/C eyes fill with utter confusion.
oh here comes the best part!
“Oh? I saw you with Jaesung yesterday at the shop but I didn’t want to disturb so I left.”
“But I wasn’t there with him?”
“Umm I think he’s mistaken babe! I-I was alone?” Jaesung blinks,
your friends watch you with suspicious eyes and you look at jungkook with even more confusion.
“Oh? I saw a girl with same hair colour as Y/N…. You even kissed her across the table, but I could be wrong I guess?” Jungkook shrugs, playing innocent.
Your girls gasp. “Yeah we hung out together?”
Perfect!
“Anyways Y/N… the bell just r- NO SHUT UP JUNGKOOK. let me talk to Jae, FUCK CALCULUS!”
You seethed. Jungkook pretended to get embarrassed.
“N-No babe! H-He must be mistaken I’m telling you!”
“Okay then I’d better leave….”
Jungkook doesn’t wait for anyone’s reply, he hears you screaming and your boyfriend stuttering, he walks away.
It hurts him a lot to see you like this, but that asshole? Jungkook will make sure he regrets being born.
This is the least he deserves for being unfaithful to you. That guy doesn’t deserve you. If only you saw it coming.
But Jungkook will always be there for you, because he’s your best friend, and best friends are always there for you right?
And he is a loyal puppy, your puppy.
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64yrsold · 11 months
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please be naked
“What’re you doing?” he mumbled, his voice hoarse from sleep.
“Oh,” I gasped, flinching when his hand brushed over my wrist, “Sorry, I thought you were sleeping.”
“Your neck hurting?” he asked, stroking my wrist slowly. The breeze from the window and his soft, circling thumb made my skin prickle.
“What?” I frowned, and his fingers met mine at my throat.
“You’re holding your neck,” he said, tracing the periphery of my hand with a careful finger, “You alright, darling?”
“Oh, right,” I nodded, flustered at his touch and sudden attention, “Sorry, I’m okay.”
“What is it?” he urged, flicking on the lamp. He propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at me with a crease between his dark eyebrows. His stubble crawled up his neck to shadow his chin, matching the circles under his eyes. He pushed a hand through his hair, pretending to be completely awake.
“It’s nothing,” I gave him a smile, and a kiss on the cheek, “Nothing hurts.”
He sighed, clearing his throat quietly, “Listen, darling,” he scratched at the back of his head, then dropped his hand to my collarbone, “I see you do that all the time. I just… Well, I didn’t want to intrude. But I’m just curious, I guess.”
“Really?” I winced, inhaling as his hand absently rubbed against the space between my collarbones, “Didn’t realize you were paying so much attention.” 
He smirked, “I’m always paying attention.” He brushed a strand of hair off my forehead, raking a few fingers behind my ear, "Go on."
“Alright,” I grumbled, “I’m… I’m checking my pulse.”
“Why’s that?” he asked, curious and careful. He twisted a strand of my hair between his fingers, watching me closely as I searched for my next sentence.
“It’s just something I do,” I shrugged, pulling his hand to cup my cheek, “My heart always races before bed. And then I start counting, and then it gets worse, and then I fall asleep.” I laughed, to fill the quiet and ease the discomfort, “I don’t know why.”
“You thinking of me?” he teased, thumb tapping my cheek. 
“Always,” I rolled my eyes, and he grinned.
“Can I count with you?” he whispered, placing two fingers on the side of my throat. I swallowed.
“Okay,” I said, and he lowered his ear to my chest, his hand on my neck flattening to my shoulder.
“I’ll let you count on your neck. I’ll listen.” he said, fingers fiddling with the strap of my tank top, “I’ve got a good ear.”
“Alright,” I breathed a laugh, “I usually start, um, when the clock changes.” I pointed to his glowing clock in the corner of the room.
“Then you count for a minute?” his head rose and fell with my breaths. 
“Yeah, a minute.” I brought my hand to my neck, my heartbeat pounding against my fingertips, “Okay, you can start.” 
We sat in silence, except for when a fricative fell from his lips as he counted. His thumb moved back and forth over the dip in my shoulder. “Okay, done.”
“I got to ninety-seven,” he lifted his head, smiling proudly as he met my eyes. He reached for my hand, wrapping his fingers in mine. He pulled my fist to his mouth, kissing the valleys of my knuckles one-by-one.
“Yeah, ninety-six.”
“Is that normal?” he asked, caressing his face with my hand.
“Not really,” I looked at our hands, and he chuckled.
“Because of me?” he smothered a grin with my knuckles.
“Yeah,” I admitted, and he kissed my cheek softly.
“Thought so,” he said into my ear, lips delicately trailing down my neck, “You always breathe a little faster when I touch you here,” his mouth paused at my collarbone, warm and open. I shivered through a sigh, letting him hum against my skin.
“Maybe you’re paying too much attention,” I mumbled, and he looked up, frowning.
“Never,” he shook his head, “Not with you.” He hooked an arm around my waist, bringing my back to his chest, holding me closely. “You feel better?”
“Yeah,” I smiled, comforted by his racing heart against my back.
“You think you can sleep now?” he turned off the lamp, pulling the blanket higher to warm my shoulders.
“Yeah, thank you,” I sighed, “That really helped, you know.”
His arm hugged my waist tighter, “Love you, darling. Get some rest.”
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brabblesblog · 6 months
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Crimson Eyes
Part 4 of the Goodnight Moon Series!
What happened after the camp party between you and Astarion moves things in an unexpected but complicated direction.
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Masterlist.
You wake up to an empty bedroll beside yours. The first thing you did when you first stirred was to reach out, to try to find cold arms to snuggle into. It wasn’t there, and you rub your eyes and then open them. Of course he wouldn’t be there. Why did you even expect it? Then there was the sensation of being very warm. You realize you have blankets on. You quietly thank yourself for having enough awareness to pull the blankets over you before you passed out last night.
Or did you?
Last night had been one of the best nights you’ve had since being taken on the nautiloid. The tiefings had come to party, and for once everyone was just mingling and enjoying themselves. You had spotted Astarion early on, eyes tracking you as you moved around the camp. You suspected what he was going to say - those glances told you everything - but you stayed away. After all you still weren’t sure what you two were, or how he even felt about you.
You end up sitting with Wyll for a bit when the party starts to overwhelm you. He’s good conversation, and he definitely needed the comfort of your company and your reassurances that people would still see the person that he is, no matter his looks.
“Something on your mind?” He asks, lifting his goblet to his lips. “Astarion?”
You let out a long suffering sigh and shrug. “I suppose Gale told you?”
“No. I could tell from watching you and him. You… you look at him as if he was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever beheld.”
You nod, hands fidgeting on the neck of your goblet. “I know I shouldn’t. I feel ensnared by his- his everything, but I don’t know what to make of his feelings towards me.”
“Have you two talked about it?”
“Gods, no. We talk, about everything and nothing. And he tries to- you know,” you gesture with your hands, and Wyll nods, “but the one time it happened it was like he wasn’t even there. Either I’m a bad lover or there’s something more to it. I have my guesses,” you admit, “but none of it is good.”
Wyll inclines his head in understanding. “For some, feelings are.. a difficult subject to broach. I don’t pretend to know how Astarion feels, but it would not hurt to ask, no?”
You shake your head. “I do not know if I’m ready for that, Wyll. As much as I try to be wary, my feelings are… well. I just don’t want to find out just yet. By all means the truth isn’t what I wish it to be. But one day, I will, I am sure.”
Wyll reaches out and squeezes your hand in solidarity. The two of you stay together longer in silence, just drinking and enjoying a moment of peace, then you finally bid him goodnight and head off.
As soon as you’re near the campfire you feel those crimson eyes again, raking all over your body. Liquid courage flowing through your veins, you finally grit your teeth and approach the smirking vampire.
You had been powerless to resist. He had thrown all of his lines at you, flirted his way to you, weakening your defenses. When he said those three words, you wished it were true. When the party wound down and you came to his bed, it had felt like the right thing to do. He had said all the right things, did all the right moves, but just like the first time, there was something wrong.
“Astarion?” You say after he had finished. You laid underneath him in bliss, but the glow was slowly fading and you were coming back to your senses.
“Yes, darling?” He was still breathless, but he seemed to be avoiding meeting your eyes.
“Would you mind if.. can you hold me tonight?”
He lays down beside you, arm thrown over his eyes so you couldn’t tell what he was feeling. “Of course,” he says. He then pulls you to him, and you go willingly, draping yourself over his torso. You set your head over his heart, where if it were a mortal lover you would hear it beating.
You sigh and melt against him, letting exhaustion take you. He puts one arm over you, but it’s not as relaxed as it could be, you think. In fact, you realize he’s quite stiffly holding you, as though he didn’t know what to do with his hands. Your body tries its best to meld around his, but he is rigid.
Squeezing your eyes shut to hide the ache, you pull away after you realize. “Thanks, Astarion. That was nice,” you say, trying your best to not let the hurt show. “I.. I’m going to sleep now.” You sit up and grab your clothes, clumsily pulling them on. A cold hand wraps around your wrist.
“I- I wouldn’t mind if you stayed,” he says, eyes still not meeting yours.
Part of you wants to leave anyway, seeing as he seemed to not really enjoy these trysts, but the other part of you - the one that would give him the world - won out. You nod and lay back down, but scoot a bit away so that you two do not make contact.
If he notices this, he does not show any reaction.
Soon enough you drift away, feeling both happy and yet so miserable at the same time.
What did you want?
Astarion hates not knowing.
You had finally succumbed to his advances, as he knew you eventually would. He tried to be there this time, but to no avail no matter how hard he tried. He knew you noticed, that you probably could sense it, but there was really no other way for him to be with someone. Slipping the mask on was so easy, to flutter his eyelashes and the say those sweet words. But being present when it mattered… it felt impossible.
And then you surprised him by asking to be held. He wanted to tell you he doesn’t know how. That this isn’t part of his repertoire. Seduction was, sex was. But not care. Not affection. But he tried. For you. He pulled you in, unsure where to put his arms and how to position himself, but you molded yourself to his body and it just slotted in. It felt… nice? The initial wave of feeling caught him by surprise. That such a simple thing could make him feel safe - it was almost overwhelming. And then slowly, as though watching ice melt, he saw you notice his discomfort. Saw you squeeze your eyes closed, bracing against the heartache. He guesses what you’re thinking, but couldn’t muster the strength to tell you to stay, please. That he actually liked it. To say that felt like handing his heart out. Too much. Too vulnerable.
And so he let you move away. But when you made to leave, he finally found his voice - albeit in a way that didn’t really tell you what he wanted to say, but it did work.
As you fell asleep he watched over you, trying to put everything to memory. He gently drapes his blankets over your body, making sure you were tucked in and warm. He didn’t know what would come next. He didn’t know how to navigate this feeling in his chest. He was sure that whatever you felt, even if he admitted his feelings and you two were what - together?
- he was sure you would tire of him anyway. That you would either find the fact that he first slept with you to manipulate you to be repulsive, or that you would realize he had nothing to offer other than his body. He was certain he would fuck it all up.
You make your way out of the tent and find him outside, preparing his bags for the day. His arrows were strewn about as he started packing them in. You tap him on the shoulder, and he turns to you.
“Finally awake then? You took your time,” he said, back to his usual self.
You lean in and then quietly peck his cheek. “Thank you for last night. I… I appreciated it.” You walk away to prepare for the coming day. Crimson eyes followed you and had anyone been looking, the longing and hope in them would have been unmistakable.
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