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#thank you so much peachy bless you i love you
stilemawillow · 1 year
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Loverboy [Jotaro Kujo | Reader]
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So, think I met Jotaro about… a month ago? Maybe a bit more. I’m not the bad guy by any means – there’s just followers of the cult all around. White-haired buzzcut guy spewing bullshit about revenge. I’m young and breezy, I want no trouble. I’m no part of no band – no delusions there. I just got friends, need to return favours and hooked on love. See, so that’s the key most times. But also, like, you could call it a release and a sealant at the same time.
I was five when my momma told me stories about love. She ain’t ever love my father, though. There were cigarette butts and liquor bottles all around the house. Nice little picture right there. No modern stuff. Sundresses and hats – she beat my ass when I asked what the weird balloons in my dad’s pockets were for. So, you see, love isn’t all peachy all the time. Hard to fight for it. My momma fought for it constantly. Oh, and when she lost the battle, she was beaten. But like, repeatedly. Wore sunglasses a lot. Didn’t curse, though. Bless her little soul. My father loved too much was all.
I loved a lot like him – high school came easy and popularity was a competition I didn’t bother to win. Was mine to begin with.
I have my dad’s good looks and my momma’s patience. The old man died some two years ago – his lady took off her ring way before but she’s doing good in the nursing home. So I’m what? Young, handsome, loving and just a bit weird. It makes me cool, though. How I got in with the friends I’m currently doing favours for – you could see I had a falling out with a band, then a girl slapped me, and another one, and some pink shoes were in a dumpster down the street, my car bumper wasn’t doing well, I switched locations, ain’t nobody chasing me and, well, it’s a long story.
I’ve personally got nothing against nobody. Unless they disrespect love. And I can tell you Jotaro Kujo’s big on disrespect.
Disrespect this and that and him and her and – who are you to be calling women bitches when they just want a piece? God, you gotta thank them and give them love. So our main guy had a problem, dragged his geezer along for it – if I’m not mistaken, a Frenchman, a cherry-lover and a weird shaman were involved, too. And the fucking dog – tell you the truth, dogs are no best friend, they the devil waiting for a weak spot to lunge at.
So, a merry band goes to kill a vampire with a big following. Of course some are going to get angry. I’m not one of them, I’ve only listened to stories. Here and there, and this one’s a dirtbag, that died, those were nasty, we laughed here and ran there, lots of failure and now we’re here.
I’m not a man who fails – have that as a disclaimer. So, it might be forty days since I met Jotaro now. You know, for a big as fuck disrespecter, he’s trying to be smart and, I gotta give it to him, he manages. Dreams – marine or something biology. Fine with me. Not interesting since it’s got no love inside of it but hey, perfection runs short these days. And I know from experience it’s hard being a good guy.
So, if you’ll be asking how I met Jotaro – we bumped once. Didn’t say sorry or anything. That when I knew the favour will be a breeze when it came to conscience. No guilt can torment me over a guy who don’t even say sorry when he bumps into you. Ah, but that’s not the important point. So, this job takes a bit of devotion and some inspection. I have to be careful with schedules, placements and the time of day. I also need collateral damage. I’m good at picking that shit out. Trust me on this. So I’m doing my thing, following, looking, inspecting, analysing – shouldn’t underestimate me when it comes to analysing.
I can sniff impossible love across a street. Cause some people just stink, you know? Jotaro especially. So it don’t really matter who collateral damage is. All it matters is to find somebody as stinky. And there’s this girl, man, they’ve probably talked twice or something of the sort. Share all their university classes. My momma would laugh if she knew I ever stepped foot inside a university. Back to the point. The girl stinks and Jotaro stinks. A match made in heaven. Pichit will have a fucking blast when I tell him about it later.
So, I got my collateral damage – a smarty pants with terrible hair. She’s got nice ears, though. Not big enough of a redemption but still. Nice feet, too. All I need is the placement and their university’s got this gorgeous fountain. Green stuff around, birds chirping, nice things. If they’re lucky, I’ll pin the time to two in the afternoon so they can have lots of sunlight. But that depends on circumstances, not on me.
Target – check. Collateral damage – check. Placement – check.
I need a time and that’s all up to fate but inspection lets me believe it should be coming along soon. You see, their schedules just barely brush at the fountain each Thursday. For – what? – fifty days now, I been watching the moment come closer and closer. They gotta come in contact or nothing’s gonna work out. But I said, I’m patient like my momma. And then we’ve got about a second to go and the job is done. It’s complicated shit when you’re telling it to somebody dumb. But I need lots of ingredients and, how do I dumb this down? I make prisons out of love. Here you go. Simplest description there is.
I’m hanging around on the rooftop, swinging legs and all, waiting for lunch break. I’ll probably have to hang around for another week before I can get to work but, hey, sandwiches here are pretty good. I have a perfect view of the fountain, too. I push my sunglasses and I see that big disrespecter come out of the building. It’s just the thing. He sits on the side of the fountain.
Some chick comes along begging for love and he’s being rude. And then my pretty collateral damage shows up – opposite direction, heading for him. Not for him, though. I know she sits on the other side of the fountain. But if there’s contact, there’s a miracle. I’m hanging off the edge of my seat. Literally. If I’m not careful, I’ll end up repaying favours from the clouds.
“You, bitch, come over here.” Or so I can picture him saying it. His hand waves. The chick next to him is smiling – wait, shit, there’s a spot on my sunglasses. No, no, she’s frowning. My collateral damage stops in front of them. I lean down further and stick out my tongue in concentration. You know, the worst part is not hearing shit when you gotta keep a distance. Something splatters on my shoulder. Man, this is a brand new suit. Fuck that bird. Oh, this stinks. And while I’m wiping at my suit with my glove – remind me to throw it away immediately after – there’s a giant as fuck splash down by the fountain.
Correction, in the fountain. I nearly gape when I look. Shit, fuck, this is perfect. Golden opportunity if I’ve ever seen one. My collateral damage’s in the fountain, soaked from head to toe. Jotaro probably pushed her. Perfect, perfect, perfect. Oh, this is spicy. She slaps his hand away when he reaches out for some reason. Dude, why you gotta make it worse on the girl you pushed? But this is my moment of contact. And here goes the job.
You gotta meet my buddy – Loverboy. Real cute guy. So I snap my fingers and he snaps his and it’s done. Well, not that quickly, but when we’re out of the loop, it will be. And I’ll still have to wash the freaking suit the bird shat on. Pichit will be paying for it. Now, honestly, all I gotta do is sit and watch the show. Do hope they make it interesting for me.
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“What’s going on?” Big wide eyes and clothes sticking to a shivering body.
“Hold still.” A commanding voice. She’s standing in the fountain and she can feel the water creating nasty friction between her socks and her toes. He’s looking around. He’s got the same mean look he does every day. It’s pissing her off because, all of a sudden, everybody’s gone and he’s telling her to hold still like it’ll make people reappear.
“Don’t tell me to sit still, Kujo. This is weird. I need to try to find somebody.” She crosses her arms and his eyes strike her, glaring sternly even when he’s the one sitting down.
“I told you not to move.” He tries to reach for her but she huffs and turns around, crossing the fountain and making water pour on the ground when she steps out and shakes her head before heading for the building.
He glares at her back and cautiously rises from his seat. This is a Stand at work. But whose? He needs to figure out the ability and the range. There’s nobody around when he was surrounded by people a second ago. And why is (Y/N) the only one with him? It has something to do with the ability, he’s sure of it. Either that or she’s the Stand user. A scream echoes and he whips his head in its direction. He sees brain particles splattered on the door frame as it crushes her.
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Just let me make a small disclaimer again. I can’t laugh in situations like this because I’ll be found quickly. But, man, seeing Jotaro the disrespecter’s shock when the door takes out my collateral damage – precious. Beyond precious.
And trust me, I don’t like squashing pretty ladies. But this one’s in for a lot of squashing and impaling and whatever else I can think of. Because, you know, I gotta make things plausible. Not just dangerous. And with how little chemistry there’s here, one or the other is sure to walk away from the safe starting point I picked out. I just have to wait for it and bam. But also, I didn’t actually think the door would work. If it hadn’t, I would’ve probably resorted to a bit of legwork. And I always have to kickstart shit because it’s not fun if I just leave them be. We all need a shock factor. Anyway.
First try. First fail. I think I’m aiming for twenty or so. Sounds plausible. Jotaro’s strong and he’s seen some shit so he’ll beat the average ten. But what’s twenty battles when you’re losing the war? Yeah, exactly – nothing. Oh, this will be quick, easy and fun. I love when things are quick, easy and fun.
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The same vacant yard. The same building. The doors are intact. Jotaro’s back to sitting down. His eyes widen and he glances at the fountain. She’s there and she makes no attempt to stand up. Wet from head to toe, staring ahead. She can’t see anything.
“Stand still now,” he commands immediately, reaching out a protective hand to prevent any movement in case she tries to be reckless again. This is without a doubt a Stand’s ability. But it doesn’t give him any hints as to the range and the essence of it. It gives him nothing besides the fact they shouldn’t go into the building. It would be safest not to move at all. 
“I died.” Her voice quivers and her shoulders are shaken by violent tremors when he looks down at her. “It was real,” she whispers blankly, eyes wide with horror. His lips purse. He can’t make sense of this just yet but he knows now at least she’s not the Stand user. In that case, he has to protect her. He tells her she’s fine and she registers his presence. “You’re not the one who felt it! Kujo, I fucking died! It--- my fucking arm and my head---“ But she’s frantic and he has to lean over to grasp her shoulder.
“Quiet. I’ll get us out.” He lets it slip and she immediately asks if he knows what’s going on. “No. Not yet.” His eyes are scanning the space. The building seems empty. There’s no place around the yard that can hide a person and a Stand. It could be a long-range. She’s asking him what he knows. He keeps quiet. Approaching the building is dangerous. The opposite direction could be safe. He’ll have to test it. What’s the essence of this ability? Encapsulation, isolation – but a normal human is here, too. He hasn’t encountered such ability before. She’s saying he has to tell her because she died back there. He sighs. “This is the work of a Stand user. Our circumstances are the ability of the Stand.”
“And a Stand is?” She’s staring at him doubtfully while he explains a Stand is the manifestation of the owner’s soul and nobody knows exactly where they originate from. “So… a manifestation of somebody’s soul wiped everybody out and killed me?” She seems more and more dumbstruck by the second. She tries to scoot closer to his edge of the fountain.
“I don’t think everybody’s wiped out.” It would be impossible. A Stand cannot have such instantaneously giant destructive power and wield manipulation of space at the same time. If it did and he was the target, he would’ve died, too. She says that they’ve been wiped out and he shakes his head. “We could’ve been transported.” It’s the most plausible conclusion taking into account everything else.
“What, like an isolated case?” She’s staring up at him while he tries to surmise their surroundings again. Everything is faithful to reality but there are no other life forms besides them two. No birds when there were birds. No insects as far as he can see. It’s a mental trick.
“It’s the only thing I can think of which would allow for a restart the moment you died.” Because bending reality and time like that was impossible even for The World. It could freeze time for seconds but it couldn’t warp the physical world at will. Even Jotaro can’t. And when she asks if this is a mental or physical space because dying felt pretty real to her, he snorts. “It’s a mental space, no doubt. Now I just need to find the Stand user.”
“But if it’s a mental space, he won’t be here,” she argues instantly. His eyes narrow at her face – there’s water trickling down it. He knows she’s smart. He knows she’s quick to soak up information – quicker than him. He likes that about her. She might even prove to not be a nuisance while he’s trying to figure this out.
“So I have to gauge the ability more. If he’s here, I’ll find him. If he’s not, I’ll have to find a way out. He’s affecting the space around us so it’s a relatively long-range Stand. Which means it might be useless in close combat. When we find him, we’re out.” Jotaro stands up and spins in order to inspect the yard from all directions. They shouldn’t near the doors but can they go and check out the opposite side? And where would a Stand hide in here?
“You’re speaking from experience,” she observes solemnly. He spares her one look and doesn’t say anything. This requires more logic than it does strength. “What? So all of this is actually true and I’m supposed to believe it?” She’s just a bit outraged. He makes a step towards the fence on the left.
“Whichever you choose, don’t move.” The order is flat and harsh, and she sits in the fountain, crossed arms and a glare aimed at his back.
“You say, while you’re moving. What are you doing?” He nears the fence and tries to estimate whether movement in any direction signifies danger.
He’s about to look up when he can hear something moving down by his feet. The stone moves quickly but Star Platinum emerges just in time and grabs it as it's about to smash into Jotaro’s face. (Y/N)’s eyes widen at the happening. She can’t see anything but the rock hanging in the air next to Jotaro’s head. It happens way too quickly. Star Platinum is busy when the fence bends and pierces his chest. The pain is so indescribably familiar and he hates it. The sensation of dying isn’t so palpable.
“Seriously? You told me to sit still while you went ahead and died?” Her voice is loud and reproachful and he’s back at the fountain, sitting on the cold stone side while she’s inside, wet from head to toe and scowling at him.
“It wasn’t my intention.” But this proves it doesn’t matter who dies for the setting to restart. It also means the death isn’t truly real – if it was, the job would be done since he’s the target. There’s more to this ability. And surely, there’s a door of opportunity for them to leave its influence.
“Let’s just sit still and talk this time, okay?” She sits with her legs crisscrossed in the fountain and scoots closer. “Who is doing this to us? Not in the sense of a Stand user because I’ll just have to accept that part. I mean, who wants to kill us?” He sighs and says he’s the target since this is a Stand user. “You have how many enemies?” She quirks a brow and he looks at the way she wipes the water off her face. The sunlight makes each drop glimmer.
“I thought none,” he says with an averted gaze. She huffs and gets to clearing the wet hair from her forehead. He glances once and regrets it. Her neck is bare and while she’s flipping the hair behind her shoulders, he sees the way her shirt sticks to her chest.
“So we can’t figure out the person’s identity based on who you’ve spited,” she concludes slowly. “If you’re the target, why am I here?” He instantly dismisses that as unimportant. She gives a firm look. “I think it’s not. Now, I feel like you’re speaking Italian when you’re talking about Stands but they’ve got abilities. This particular one needs me here to be activated. So, is it a random pick or an ingredient?” He hasn’t thought about it but it’s more important to find the Stand user and beat his teeth out.
“I can’t say.” It’s a random pick at best in his opinion. He can’t be concerned with why it’s exactly her. But maybe he won’t be able to beat the Stand user seeing as this is a case of mental isolation. Could be a hallucination, an inner world, a visual trick or a way to manipulate and combine consciousness.
“We have to inspect that. Maybe it’s the way to getting out,” she insists on pursuing what for him is a dead end and he snorts at her adamancy.
“First, there’s no ‘we’ here. Second, all I need to do is find the Stand. Somebody is controlling our surroundings and if they’re confined in a mental space, the Stand has to be here to observe and monitor it.” In the least, the Stand would be present. The user can’t chart out a predictable script for their behavioural changes – he has to monitor and adjust his tactics according to their actions.
“And how do you plan on finding the Stand when we can’t move from the fountain?” She argues with a challenging look, making him glare. “I think my approach is better for our circumstances.” So she crawls out of the fountain carefully and sits next to him, glancing down at his backpack. “Can I use your notebook?” He sighs and waves a hand to convey that she can do whatever she wants. He turns to observe the fence that impaled him. Like the door, it wasn’t plausible for it to move in the way it did. Next to him, the girl chuckles. “This is cute, Kujo. It looks a bit like me.”
“It’s not you.” His head whips so he can observe what she’s talking about. Her fingers are leaving wet prints on his notebook and the page in the back is home to a sketch. He was bored and she was just two rows away. She was also the best subject. Her hair was nice that day. And she always seems to be immersed in classes she enjoys – her expression is very specific then. And pretty.
“It has my signature bun. And those right here are my favourite earrings,” she points out with a smug smile. His jaw clenches and he turns away from the drawing. “You had to look a lot to get the details. But my elbow’s a bit off. You weren’t listening in Anatomy class.” She’s mocking him and her elbow is nudging his arm. He purposefully moves further away and glares at the building to his left.
“Just shut up, (L/N).” But he can feel heat creeping up his neck and crawling into his face. His teeth are gritted. So what if he drew her that one time? It was a mistake anyway. Like when he stares at her. Or asks for her notes. She asks for his, too. They’ve had lunch together a few times. And just before the fucking Stand attacked, he might’ve been on his way to help her out of the fountain after the other girl pushed her and suggested that she wear his jacket.
“Are you embarrassed, Kujo?” She drawls with a smirk and water is dripping from the ends of her hair onto the notebook. She flips to another page so as to not ruin the sketch. “I’d show you how I made a cursive of your name when I was bored in Zoology but it’s drenched.” The offer makes him huff. His eyes are still on the university building on his left. She reaches into his backpack for a pen. “What if this is the link? I mean, us.” He’s about to call it ridiculous when he hears her breath hitch. She’s toppling over and he just barely catches her.
The fucking pen is jabbed into her throat.
She’s choking on the blood and there’s a gurgling sound just barely leaving her lips. His heart freezes at the sight. Her eyes are staring at him pleadingly. He swears he’s never felt this helpless. But also, this death is not real. It’s not real. The pain is hot and terrible but it’s not real. Three blinks later, she tries to say something. Doesn’t manage. And then she’s back in the fountain and the water isn’t turning pink because her blood’s dripping into it.
He lets out a ragged breath and reaches for her. Her eyes are wide, brows pinched together and she grabs his hand with no hesitation, clinging to it like her life depends on it. The shock will become too much for her at some point. He has to get them out before that. He pulls her closer, and slowly coaxes her out of the fountain and next to him. Water’s dripping from her, seeping into his clothes as he lets her cling to his arm for support and her breaths are quick and panicky.
He won’t be parting his eyes from her this time. Not for a fucking second. He’s responsible for this.
“Did you get scared, Kujo? You don’t let people touch you just like that.” She’s trying to mock him but she’s trembling and he tells her to shut up before grabbing his backpack and tossing it across the yard. Her fingers are weakly clutching his jacket. Maybe it’s about time he gave it to her because this might be a mental prison of some sort, but the sensations accompanying every action are very real. “I got scared. I couldn’t breathe. I don’t want us to be here.” Her lips are pursed and slowly pries her hands from his arm so he can take off his jacket.
“I’ll get us out.” He drapes it over her shoulders and she looks up at him, asking if he’ll do it her way. His lips purse. He still sees no sense in that. “Crack the ability by discovering why you’re here?” She nods and swears there’s a connection before asking if Stand abilities have ultimatums. He shakes his head. “They’re usually fit for combat. I haven’t seen such a Stand before,” he concedes with a lowered head. She scoots closer.
“And if there’s a way to get out without fighting it? It could be why I’m here.” He quirks a brow at the inquiry. Getting out without a fight seems too optimistic. And this isn’t supposed to be a puzzle.
“For conditions to be met?” She nods and her hair is wet. She tugs the jacket’s collar so it envelops her back better. It’s too big for her. She’s still shivering when, a minute of silence later, she asks if he has a Stand. “His name’s Star Platinum.” There’s a chance they won’t remember this after they get out.
“And you’ve fought Stands before?” She looks up at him. Her eyes are big and they twinkle in the sunlight. His lips purse as he remembers Egypt.
“I’ve killed their users, too. When a Stand dies, so does the user.” She doesn’t nod but he sees the fleeting shadow of horror on her face. He doesn’t want to scare her but she’s the one asking the questions. Of course, he can choose not to answer them. He doesn’t know why her presence predisposes him to honesty. He’s talkative around her. It’s weird.
“But if this Stand user’s goal is to kill you, he should’ve managed when… you know.” Her brows furrow and she puts a hand to her chin. The jacket slips off her shoulder. He reaches over and adjusts it. “And if the point of this is to restart when either of us dies, its goal lies in another course of action altogether. And maybe that’s why I’m here as an ingredient.” Her theory is as adamant as she is. But if her speculation is true, that means he either has to find the Stand or figure out the conditions he has to meet to get them out.
“What’s the course of action we need to take then?” He knows she’s smart. He respects her because she’s smart. She knows when to talk and when to think. Knows when to act and when to observe. Her intelligence has fascinated him since long before. But she only shakes her head now and says she hasn’t gotten that far. Silence settles again. He thinks about the conditions and the position of the Stand. He thinks about how he can move and act without leaving her alone or putting her in danger.
“Why have you fought Stands before?” She’s curious and he says it’s a long story. Quietly, he admits his mother was in danger. “How long ago was that?” She’s looking up at him and he snorts. He doesn’t like to think about it. When he thinks about it, he remembers Kakyoin. They could’ve studied here together.
“Three years.” And he got over it and kept going but he has so many nightmares it’s unbearable sometimes. He sees the pity slowly crawl over (Y/N)’s features. It makes her nose scrunch a bit at the bridge. Two wrinkles. They’re three when she’s disgusted. And two between the brows when she’s concentrating in class. “Why did you ask for my notes in our first year?” He doesn’t know why he asks it. She snorts and smiles.
“You were so antisocial I wanted to be your friend. You also seemed grumpy all the time. I didn’t actually need them but they were nice. You’re really diligent, Kujo.” The compliment makes him click his tongue before he says that’s not enough to cover up the fact she just called him antisocial. And the pity if there again for a second. “I get it now. So why did you give me your notes?” She asks in return and he rolls his eyes.
“Because I’m not a jerk.” She keeps staring like there’s another reason. He remembers it like it was yesterday – she stopped him after class and roped him into a roundabout introduction before begging for his notes. And he caught her lying because he learned later that the corner of her mouth twitches when she lies. She lied that she didn’t know his name. “Your smile was nice.” He can’t believe the nonsense he’s spilling but she only chuckles.
“Not anymore?” He doesn’t say anything when she teases him but he can deny it. Her smile is still very pretty. “You know, Kujo, that time you asked my favourite colour.” They were having lunch. She asked his. And then she lied that she didn’t know her own but he didn’t press. Now her smile didn’t twitch. “It’s actually your eyes. If it weren’t for the muscles and the dark and mysterious aura, you’d have fangirls because of them.” He scowled at the mention of fangirls and she snickered. “What? You don’t enjoy your fangirls?”
“No.” He hates them, in fact. Because he’s here to study, not to be surrounded by hordes of obnoxious girls. She is the only girl whose presence he can tolerate. It might have something to do with the smile.
“And if I was a fangirl? You’d be insulting me.” But he immediately says she’s not, to which she nudges him with her elbow. “True. My approach is way calmer. And better. Staying quietly in the periphery actually brings me a lot closer.” In order to prove it, she scoots closer. Her shoulder presses against his arm and he decides to leave it be. Then she jumps up. “Wait for a second, that’s it!”
“Stay down.” He grabs her wrist and tries to pull her down but she fights and turns to face him. She’s standing in front of him and their heights are levelled like this. He can see her eyes flicker excitedly as she tugs – not to free her wrist from his hold but to drag him along.
“No, it’s fine. We need to go. Inside, right now.” He says her name when she attempts to rush off towards the building and his fingers clutch her wrist harder. He can’t let her be harmed again. “Hear me out, Kujo. You said the Stand at least has to be here to monitor us, right?” She talks the same way when she’s cracked the code to a nasty question they’ve been asked in class. “And we don’t get harmed unless we step away from the fountain or come in contact with anything that can be used as a weapon. This means the Stand is watching us from the periphery – from a place that lets it analyse which objects it can use on us. I doubt it can see through walls.”
“So the building is a safe place,” he finishes her thought and she grins.
“Exactly. And it kept me from going inside the first time because the door was all it could see.” It sounds logical. It sounds too logical and it also sounds like a weakness they can use to their advantage. He can’t leave her alone so he’ll take her along. He stands and her wrist wriggles in his hold. He lets go and follows her towards the entrance. What’s the only place that allows a perfect view of the fountain?
“It’s on the roof.” His eyes dart upwards. They’re closing in on the door when he sees the railing on the steps leading to the entrance rip itself from the concrete and bend in her direction. He acts quickly but not wisely. He pushes her out of the way but he’s the one who suffers for it. A scream gets stuck at the back of her throat. The door comes undone and pierces him.
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So, I gotta tell you that love is all about sacrifice. That happening down there is no sacrifice to me. I mean, love is about sacrificing others, not yourself. Love is about power, too. My old man liked to sacrifice others and my momma was powerful – they had love right there, somewhere between the bottles and the weird balloons. Whatever happens, Jotaro the disrespecter can’t love. Not really. Maybe his own mom, sure, but like – a piece of work like the collateral damage? Yeah, no way. I’m confident about that. Like I’m confident about a lot of other stuff.
Like when Pichit was about to break his leg on the rollercoaster or when Don lost his shoes and I told him the racoon got them. They don’t believe shit, those friends of mine. But it’s fine because we have our bromance and sometimes, we trust each other. Like they trust me with this favour and I trust they’ll wash my suit after it’s done. Loverboy, I gotta tell you, has real good eyes. Like an eagle. And sure, he needs a spot to watch from but I always pick a good spot for him. He’s my best friend because, you know, he’s me in a way. We both got good style. We love a lot and we hate people who can’t love. Strongest bond ever.
I think I got him when I was sixteen or something of the sort. Could’ve been seventeen. But he was no scary thing to me. Actually, he was my buddy right off the bat. Took me a while to figure out what he does but, hey, every friendship needs time to blossom. Kind of like when you’re getting to know a girl and she can make a cartwheel but she also wears flip-flops often. You gotta measure the sacrifice. Do I love the cartwheel or hate the flip-flops? But Loverboy and I got no such problems. We’re a good team and we’re strong in our own way. My momma used to say a friend’s there for you through thick and thin. No kidding. And that---
Ah, shit. Why do I have to waste so much time preventing stuff? I don’t fail so we got that. But seriously – why’s she protecting Jotaro now? Welp, here goes the sharp fence. I didn’t pick the fountain as a starting point for nothing. I can do this all day and they can’t stop it. Can’t figure it out anyway. What, like they’re geniuses? And I’m told Jotaro likes to work alone so there ain’t no chance in hell he’s going to warm up to teamwork, much less feelings besides frustration and helplessness when he’s in danger. He don’t give half a fuck for my collateral damage, dragging her along or not. If he leaves her alone, I shoot my shot. I don’t miss so that’s that.
Oh, how cute, he’s giving her his jacket. If it was me, I would’ve straight-up told her to take off her clothes. But the disrespecter’s not experienced or interested enough in true love tactics. Which proves to me I’ll be out of here and on my way in about… a second. It’s always a second anyway. Less sometimes. I’m good at mind games and not so much at calculation. But this don’t take no calculation. It takes patience. I got more of that than them. More love, too. Oh, here goes again. Let’s do the window this time. Haha. Quick, easy and fun. I’m having so much fun. What’s that? Oh. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
They’re inside. Shit. I won’t be telling Pichit this part. If he asks, they never got away from the fountain. If you try to tell, well, who’s he gonna believe? You or me? Yeah, I thought so, too. Now I need to do some legwork. If you’ll excuse me.
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“I think we’ll be fine here for a while.” He watches her slump against the whiteboard in the classroom on the second floor with a sigh. Water is dripping from her clothes and she grabs a marker from the professor’s desk. “Let’s get down to thinking. This is either a time capsule, an isolated loop or whatever. And we’re here. What do we have in common?” She’s writing on the whiteboard and he’s leaning against the first row where she usually sits.
“Our major,” he joins in the speculations reluctantly, making her shake her head. She writes down their names next to each other and hums.
“I’m thinking more character-wise. It’s a bit like a grumpy-sunshine trope.” He clearly doesn’t understand it and she clearly doesn’t want to explain. She draws a small raincloud next to his name and a small sun next to her own. He scoffs. “So, we’re opposites more often than not. We interact often. But why today?” He instantly says they can’t be sure whether the Stand user chose today purposefully or just activated his Stand the moment he got here. “The fountain’s a good spot he shouldn’t have known about, though. Visitors aren’t allowed on campus so he’s either sneaked in or is part of the student body.” For some reason, Jotaro doubts the latter. He would notice a Stand user in the student body.
“You’re saying he’s inspected the place?” He asks with a frown and she points out the fountain is a perfect starting point that can be guarded at all times from the roof. He admits it is. This has taken some research at least. The Stand user would have to familiarise himself with the place. Which means Jotaro has gotten too rusty from living normally to notice his presence.
“Again.” She taps the marker against their names and draws his attention back to the board. “We’re opposites. What do we make of that?” He makes nothing of it because the Stand user’s goal is to get rid of him. By all means, it’s the only thing he can aim to achieve.
“Nothing. It’s a useless train of thought.” Jotaro snorts in a gruff voice and she tucks her wet hair behind her ear and frowns in disagreement.
“And I think it’s useful.” The moment she argues is the moment a stiff realisation crosses her features. It’s a fleeting instant and then the words drop from her mouth. “Opposites attract.” Jotaro knows that’s the law of magnets. So what of it in this case? She grows frantic the more she explains: “If this is about opposite-sex isolation, it could’ve been any fangirl of yours. You even had one close by. The difference is… you don’t like them.” She’s written down their sex and squints at the board before looking at him. “Have you heard about the experiments where they put a man and a woman in a dangerous simulation and observe the spike of their behavioural changes?”
“No, and I don’t see what that’s got to do with anything.” He truly doesn’t. She can’t just weave a Stand ability out of thin air and unsupported speculations. Abilities in Stands are fit for battle, too – not social experiments. They usually differ according to their owner’s character, temperament and ideology but the main rule stands – they’re meant for combat.
“Could be nothing or everything. This Stand’s ability reminds me a lot of that. A man and a woman are in an isolated space with their adrenaline constantly being stimulated. In situations like these, the couple tends to bond way quicker.” She’s blabbering and he crosses his arms, watching her sceptically.
“You’re not saying this Stand is based on a social experiment meant to simulate love.” It’s audible how much he truly doesn’t believe in her theory.
“Stimulate, not just simulate,” she corrects with a huff. “Pairs who underwent the experiment had a spike in compatibility and are often recorded as dating in the aftermath even when they went into it as strangers.” He can feel she’s lost the point of this. They’re talking about experiments that have nothing to do with their predicament and the Stand is probably looking for them. The building has five floors. How long would it take for it to catch up to their location? Jotaro suspects another five minutes at best. Two if she keeps being this loud.
“So the point is to fall in love and we’ll get out of here.” He glares when she smiles in approval. “Can you hear how ridiculous that sounds? And even if it’s true, how would the Stand user know how we interact? And wouldn’t he rather put me in with somebody I hated and had no chance at all of becoming fond of?” He might’ve accidentally indicated he prefers her to any other girl he could’ve ended up with but she goes along with it, like she hasn’t considered anything else.
“Think about it, though. That might’ve been his exact thought. He won’t put you with any of your fangirls because they like you already and they show it a lot. Maybe he doesn’t know you so he’s just watched you and based on observation – I’m the only girl who appears to be disinterested.” She indirectly hints at something, too. He’s not dumb enough to miss it.
“Appears?” He echoes and the pointed intonation makes her lips purse as she considers what to say. She puts the market back on the professor’s desk and looks into his eyes. The green mingles with a bright baby blue and creates the perfect turquoise shade. She gulps.
“Sure. If he’s had a limited observational period – two weeks or something to pick me out, he would’ve seen that we barely talk and I don’t swoon when I see you.” And Jotaro instantly defends that it’s exam season and they’re busy, which just makes her nod along. “Exactly. He might not know that. It might just be a miscalculation on his end. This is good.” She seems almost excited to announce it. He huffs and pushes himself off the desk. He thinks he can hear something.
“You’re trying to convince me the point of this loop is to fall in love. It’s ridiculous,” he states once he’s positioned right across the door. He’s standing between it and her while she asks what else he can think of. The answer’s immediate: “That we’ve given the Stand enough time to sniff us out.” And when he puts a protective hand to tell her to stand back, her eyes widen. Maybe she can hear the steps, too.
“I love you.” But his eyes are pinned to the door and she’s tugging on his jacket. “Say it back.” Her fingers tremble and her voice wavers. He won’t be saying it because even if that’s the point, nothing will happen if it’s just words prompted by survival instincts. Then both of them can hear the windows behind her vibrate.
He turns around and cradles her head to his chest just as the glass explodes. She screams. Such a fucking cowardly Stand – can’t even use its own strength to overpower him. Glass shards are piercing his face. Blood drips on her hair. He has to lure him out and fight him. Star Platinum is on edge, waiting for guidance.
“Just say it!”
But he doesn’t have the time to part his lips when the door slams open. His vision is impaired – one of his eyes is positively blind and the other is full of blood. He feels her wrestle out of his hold and she can’t see Star Platinum but she stands in the way. It’s then he realises it might not be wise to let his Stand be harmed. But he doesn’t want her to be harmed either. He blindly reaches for her in an attempt to tug her back. Her arm’s in his hold and it’s too late. Through a red veil, he can see the blurry shape of a tall pink figure with flaming hair. And when her body falls back in his arms, the hole in her chest is visible. His heart flinches inside his chest. Star Platinum’s unharmed.
And then they're back at the fountain. In an instant, he turns around and his feet splash inside the water, glued to the stone under as his arms extend to he can hold her shoulders. Same exact time, she’s crawling closer to the edge with her fingers hastily reaching for his face. Horror is coursing through their veins and they think one and the same thing when their eyes meet: You’re fine. The relief is grand and visible, almost tangible in the air. No words are spoken as he draws her closer and she complies until she’s on her knees and her arms just barely envelop his back, fingers desperately clutching his jacket. His digits tangle in her hair. His free hand is splayed over her back, between the shoulder blades where the hole was.
“You were scared,” she mocks in a weak voice, face buried in his chest as he exhales, nose burrowed in her wet hair.
“Shut up.” The command makes her chuckle. He was scared shitless. He’s angry, too. Then she parts from him and her hands are damp as they cup his jaw. She slowly rises to her feet and he looks up. Her thumbs rub against his skin and when their eyes meet, there’s the rage of a thousand suns in her hues. He likes the sight of it. He hasn’t seen this side of her before.
“Let’s smash this guy’s face in.” She sounds deadly serious and he agrees. His fingers slowly wrap around her wrists and he stands up, head slowly turning towards the roof. Now they know where the Stand is. He’ll take her along and Star Platinum will be her bodyguard in case the fucking coward tries to pull another trick. If this is a mental space, Jotaro might be allowed the pleasure of beating up the Stand on his own.
When they step out of the fountain and kick their backpacks in the opposite direction, the fence acts up. It bends and its foundations tear the ground apart in their attempt to shoot in their direction. The attack is spoiled when Star Platinum prevents contact. And (Y/N) gapes at the fence suspended in the air, then he nudges Jotaro’s side and hums.
“I’m assuming I can’t see your Stand but is he, like, strong enough to rip out one of the sharp edges from the fence for me?” And before Jotaro can tell her that’s unneeded, Star Platinum does exactly as he’s told. She blinks at the fence that seems to be breaking on its own. Jotaro glares at his Stand. “I just think I need a way to defend myself. I took one year of fencing in high school.” And the rest of the fence drops to the ground but one metal rod with a sharp tip hangs in the air in front of her. She takes it from Star Platinum with her smile blindly aimed up. “Thank you very much, Star. He can hear me, right?” She glances at Jotaro, who only scowls.
“Right. And he’s being way too complaisant.” She chuckles at the sour note in his voice.
“You are, technically. A manifestation of your soul and will, if I remember correctly.” Her smile is bright and teasing, and he snorts.
When they head towards the door, a few stones try to create trouble. They evade the railing with no casualties and Star Platinum wrecks the door before it can collapse. Once they’re inside, the danger is gone. Jotaro’s walking ahead and she’s in the middle with Star Platinum behind her.
When they get to the stairs leading to the rooftop, the group stops and exchanges looks. They’re quietly ascending the stairs, Jotaro’s the one who breaks the lock on the door to the roof and (Y/N) clutches her weapon a bit tighter. He’ll make sure she doesn’t need to use it. When he slams the door open, the Stand is caught off guard. Instead of fighting, it adheres to its cowardly ways. Only Jotaro can see it.
He gives chase and she’s behind him, following even when she can’t see their target. The Stand is cornered easily and, what’s more, when it tries to use its ability to make a random inanimate object attack them, both attempts are foiled. It’s probably weird for (Y/N) to sit still, unaware that Star Platinum is beating up the other Stand while Jotaro observes.
One of the punches seems to hit the switch.
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God, this hurts. My momma didn’t teach me enough to deal with pain. And what’s this unfairness? The bad guy isn’t supposed to win. I’m not supposed to fail. I can’t fail. This favour’s supposed to be quick, easy and fun. I love it when things are quick, easy and fun. My jaw might be broken. And my ribs. I can barely move. Fuck, I have to get out of here. I have to get out of here. This wasn’t planned. This can’t be happening. The bad guy can’t win.
And what if I was told not to underestimate him? I didn’t. It was all perfect. So why was he working with my pretty collateral damage? He’s not supposed to work in a team. They’re not supposed to get out before they off themselves. Fuck. I have to run. I have to run far and Pichit has to wash my suit and pay for the goddamn hospital bill. I ain’t taking any jobs after this. I don’t care about the followers or the favours. Fuck my friends, they didn’t even warn me this could happen.
Ah, I just want to go back to my flat with Loverboy and order take-out. I want shiitake mushrooms and shrimp. My momma used to make them tasty. Fuck.
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Everything is loud and bright. Birds are chirping and a fly is buzzing by the top of the fountain. The noises are everywhere – so many people talking at once it’s almost deafening at first. Jotaro is blinking at the water splashing around inside the fountain. There seems to be a small rainbow where the sun hits the miniature drizzle just right. (Y/N) is inside, wet from head to toe and staring up at him with parted lips and wondrous eyes.
Both of them are overwhelmed by the noise and the colours and the people. Some are having lunch, others are talking in small groups, walking around, crossing the yard, standing still, laughing, joking, and complaining. Voices and people everywhere. Even the girl who pushed (Y/N) into the fountain is still at Jotaro’s side, looking down at them with a scowl.
Everything went back to the instant they were transported by the Stand’s ability.
Jotaro gets the very intense urge to get in the fountain and hug her. She, in turn, is struggling with her own wish to jump and tackle him to the ground in front of everybody. Instead, she grins up at him and he offers her a hand. This time, she takes it. His fangirl doesn’t enjoy the sight. He couldn’t care less but she obviously has a vengeful side to her because once she’s standing to her feet, at least three people are looking at her wet form and Jotaro helps her jump out of the fountain, she slowly lets go of his hand and aims a big smile at the fangirl.
“Thank you for this, Hori. I’m indebted to you and I like how my hair looks when it’s wet. I’ll buy you lunch tomorrow, okay?” The girl blinks at her, utterly stupefied and just a bit disturbed. (Y/N) turns to Jotaro and smiles at him, too. “Now, should we go?” He sighs and they hold onto their backpacks while rounding the fountain. Jotaro knows they’re heading to the rooftop.
“You didn’t make a scene,” he remarks on their way into the building. She’s just a bit wary of the door. Her shoes squeak down the hallway and people are staring at her weirdly. She’s not used to it because she forgets her appearance is supposed to inspire confusion.
“You’re taking me out on a date later, Kujo. She deserves gratitude.” The quip makes the dark-haired male glance down at her doubtfully. He has to admit maybe he doesn’t mind the idea of taking her out on a date. Most of all when it would’ve taken him way longer to get out if he’d been on his own. Still, he’s just a bit surprised at how well she’s taking this – mostly the aftermath that might’ve left her scarred. He hands her his jacket and she drapes it over her shoulders. “Thanks. How about you don’t kill the guy? I want to ask him about my theory.”
“You look quite unaffected by the experience, (L/N).” The remark makes her lips purse. Even if the death wasn’t real, the sensations were quite on point. He glimpses momentary discomfort on her face before she lets out an airy chuckle.
“I think we’re close enough to use first names at this point. And also, I might be a bit more adaptable than I thought.” In spite of that, Jotaro stays mad at the stupid fuck who intervened in their normal lives. She would’ve been better off not living this. They’re climbing the stairs and the lock on the rooftop door is already broken when they arrive. Jotaro opens the door and expects a fearsome enemy’s attack. He’s not prepared for the disfigured bleeding mess on the floor. Next to him, (Y/N)’s eyes widen in fright and her nose scrunches up. Three wrinkles for disgust.
“G-Get away from me!” The guy draws back in horror, splayed on the ground and trying to crawl back. He has two pink tresses in his blond hair. “F-fucking psychos! How did you---“
“Let me stop you right there,” (Y/N) says, stepping forward and glaring down at his bloody face. As far as Jotaro can see, he’s got a broken nose, a split brow and two busted teeth. His ribs are probably cracked. “We’ll walk you out of the university premises and you won’t come back ever. But before that, I want to ask you about your Stand’s ability. It’s a mental space, right?” The guy blinks at her.
“A loop, yea. B-But you’re fucking crazy and I don’t have to answer any questions.” His voice comes out wheezy and squeaky. He’s shaking in fear. Jotaro quirks a brow at his defiant behaviour and (Y/N) glances at the dark look on his face.
“I think you’ll prefer it to the other option.” She’s not smiling but her voice is upbeat and placid. “Now, since it’s a loop in a mental space, was there a way for us to get out without beating your Stand?” She isn’t nearly as disturbed by the sight of the beaten-up man. Jotaro thinks this much is enough although he wouldn’t be against some more. An additional punch or two just to be safe. The guy spits out a spiteful spoonful of blood and snorts.
“Yeah, the disrespecter here had to give up on shit a-and off himself because you’re not compatible at all and---“
“So we had to fall in love or kill ourselves?” She cuts off with wide eyes, making Jotaro’s lips purse. The guy at their feet growls in outrage and points up at the dark-haired Stand user.
“T-That’s the whole point! He can’t love shit and you’re the perfect collateral damage because you barely talk to him!” His words would have made sense if it weren’t for her theory. She’s grinning and her hands are on her hips when she tips her chin proudly and looks up at Jotaro, who only averts his gaze in spiteful defeat. He shouldn’t have let her come along. She could’ve gone through life without the knowledge she was right.
“I told you! I was right the whole time!” Her finger jabs into his biceps and she tugs on the jacket around her shoulders while clearing her throat and looking down at the guy again. He’s staring at her like she’s crazy. He probably thinks they’ll kill him or something. “I figured it out. Without the part about killing ourselves. It’s a smart move but… we actually like each other, I think.” She gestures at them and the guy’s face contorts in utter disbelief. Jotaro clicks his tongue at the pathetic sight.
“So thanks for the date.” His deep voice makes (Y/N) grin.
“Y-You weren’t supposed to… Y-You can’t possibly, I watched you! You hate everybody! A-And---“
“Let’s get you out of here, huh? You’re pretty shaken up.” She crouches in front of the guy and he doesn’t dare strike her for fear Jotaro will act faster. They force him to his feet and he’s shaking like a leaf. Jotaro’s the one who has to support him on their way down the stairs. “Do you have a car or should we call an ambulance?” But he’s nearly catatonic because of the shock and doesn’t answer. “I didn’t think you’d beat the sense out of him, Jotaro.” She shoots Jotaro a look of reproach and he huffs. 
“Let’s just walk him out and leave him outside.” Less than three minutes, they’re sneaking out of the side door leading to the parking lot. She’s wet from head to toe and they’re helping a bleeding man limp between the cars. When they reach the side entrance, Jotaro lets the Stand user slump down to the ground against the fence and glares at him. (Y/N)’s the one who crouches down, grips his nose and harshly pushes to the left. The guy screams and bites down on his tongue.
“I hope it hurt like a bitch. That’s for the long-term paranoia I’ll have around doors. And for making me see the guy I like being in pain.” Jotaro’s eyes widen at the action and her words, and then she stands to her feet, leaving the Stand user to whimper in pain while she heads back to the building. “Do you have anything to say to me about my theory?” She teases when Jotaro opens the door for her.
“It’s a bullcrap ability that wasn’t supposed to exist at all,” he states with a huff. She smiles and says it’s enough that he’s a bit spiteful in his rejection, then complains that she needs dry clothes to attend her next class. He hums and he knows it’s out of character when he suggests: “We can skip.”
“I didn’t think you were a bad boy, Jotaro.” She smirks and he clicks his tongue. “We do deserve rest after this. Might’ve been less than a second in reality but all the stress drained me. Are you hungry?” But both of them know neither had time to enjoy lunch and the experience messed with their heads in terms of orientation through time. He nods and she’s very transparent in her offer. “Come over so I can change and maybe I can cook for us.”
“Traditional?” He questions with a quirked brow and suggests omelettes and miso soup. He’s on board. And when they’re heading for the main entrance, she asks if he thinks the guy will try to attack him again. He sees the uncertainty on her face and shakes his head. “His Stand is the most cowardly thing I’ve seen. He wasn’t much better. He won’t risk it.”
“It’s weird how he accidentally picked the right people,” she muses with a hum. “He was so shocked we worked together, too. Do others think we don’t get along, too?” He thinks whoever even cares enough to be acquainted with them is pretty much aware they’re on good terms. And some – the ones she calls his fangirls – might even be suspicious regarding more. She wouldn’t be getting pushed into fountains otherwise even though Jotaro is greatly annoyed by the fact girls have turned pursuing him into a competition with him as the prize.
“Do you care about that?” He glances down at her and sees her tug his jacket and burrow her nose in the collar with a thoughtful hum. She’s cute sometimes.
“Depends. Maybe not.” So he thinks the conversation is done for the time being. Less than a minute late, she asks: “Hey, Jotaro, that one time we got to the classroom – would it have worked if you’d said it?” He knows exactly what she means and his blood runs cold in nervousness at the mention. Seeing as he refuses to answer, she nudges his arm with her elbow. He won’t say it. “Oh, come on, we survived a shitload together, you can tell me that at least.” Her eyes are twinkling up at him pleadingly.
“We’ll never know,” he concludes in a gruff voice. He’s scowling when she says she can just get the guy to activate his Stand’s ability again and have them test her theory. But there will be no need for that. “I’ll just beat him up again.” He’s glaring, tipping his hat lower, and she laughs. It’s a nice sound.
“You’re red, Jotaro.” She’s annoying. Annoyingly smart, too. His face is red, she’s smiling knowingly and she’s pretty even when she’s annoying. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to. It would’ve worked.
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I never sent an ask before 😭, but I need to share my love for the last fic with you! 🫶🏻
It feels weird to have reached the end, like already!? But I gotta say that it was really good. I was so intrigued by Jungkook's part since the beginning, I knew he would be the end boss 😼
Can I say it ended simply (even though there was the apparition of the demon of demons! 😳) ? I mean it in the best way possible because I love how it ended! I just feel like OC and the boys (despite their hatred for each other 🤣) got attached... They've been through a lot and Jungkook still has kind of a special bound with her after all. True enemies to lovers (the "lovers" hasn't happened yet, but I believe that after her becoming their personal sex slave, dare I say 🫣, it will eventually happen). It was the perfect ending, truly.
I like how despite her own will she literally became addicted to them! 🤭 The kneeling part!? Waah, you blessed my soul because I can't resist that kind of stuff 🥹 She'll be named Seven, I assume? Call me weird, but I find this so cute!
Honestly, bravo! Writing a series takes a lot of time and energy and it's something not a lot of people can do. I understand that you may not continue it, except for little drabbles and requests and I want to say that it's totally okay 🥰 Creativity needs to be explored and I wish you to have plenty inspiration to start something new!
I talk a lot, but I can't say less! Have a good day, mwah 💋 xox
WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN WITH THIS?! Peachy! May I call you Peachy?
PEACHY!
I did originally plan for Namjoon to be the final boss but I thought it'd be more interesting if she said fuck this and tried to take Jungkook's soul. I was totally sweating whether or not the ending would be received well but I wanted to have it sort of open for me to be able to do more with them later. Possibly take requests even to explore the enemies to lovers part, that's a brilliant idea!!
Yes! Jungkook's bond with her is special since he promised her his soul. I wanted to portray the idea you connect yourself with the demon you make a deal with, I'm glad you saw that! The others as well, like finally coming to terms with your inner demon that's been making your life miserable for so long.
I'm so glad you find the name Seven cute because, SAME! I thought it would be a fitting name to solidify the fact that MC is owned by the group and Jungkook is a little shit lol.
Thank you so much for the well wishes I appreciate you taking the time to send me this ask!! I'm so pumped to share more of my ideas with you all.
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you've probably been asked this before, but what advice would you give to someone who's thinking of getting into writing? love ur stuff btw
[three months later]
hello!! THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH!!!!!! i super appreciate that!! it fills me with mountainous joy and it's SUCH a high honor!!!! i actually haven’t been asked that before (iirc, that is….. and my memory is a pot of fried and boiled milk steak). that means a lot that you’d ask me for advice 😭😭🥚🙏❤️❤️❤️ thank you so much for that compliment, that really means the world to me. 
this is what gets me through, what i’ve learned and what works for me; and i hope it’ll do the same for you. 
when it comes to approaching writing (and drawing), i have some rules, and they are as follows:
do whatever the fuck you want.
do it FOR YOU.  
do whatever the fuck you want - this time, with feeling!
be kind to yourself. 
be messy. write messily. be unpoetic and frivolous, use the same word 6 times in a sentence. who curr. when inspiration hits, grab it by the tit and honk. you can edit later. 
and finally: do whatever the FUCK you want, FOR YOU, and BE KIND TO YOURSELF. (and then do it once more, with EXTRA feeling!)
and of course one of the hardest things to do:
don’t give a SINGLE SHIT - not even ONE. FUCK. EVER.
(and do it with a smile!)
NOW LET'S GET INTO IT:
DEADLINES & WORD COUNT & WRITING EVERY DAY, OH MY!
in the beginning of GOOMT, i used to set a deadline for myself; get a chapter out every 7 - 10 days (my best friend and editor’s schedule permitting lmao hiiii Ren <3 she’s gonna murder me one day bless her). 
setting a deadline isn’t viable for me anymore. GOOMT will get out when it does; especially right now, while i’m in an important arc that’s setting up some plot points and future. 
i also tend to write on average 3000 - 4500 words per chapter, with a page average of about 8 - 12. (current library arc not included. Yikes. sorry everyone!!) it’s not an intentional thing either; it’s whatever the chapter comes out to be. dialogue fluffs up the page count a lot too (and dialogue is my strength lmao, but sometimes, god shut UP, Harry!!!!! i’m so with James on that one lmaooo) (jk i love u baby, u make my world go ‘round in a blender) i feel that setting a goal or bracket for x amount of words or page count per chapter is stifling for me, so i don’t do it. 
same, again, with deadlines. this arc is gonna take a hot minute and i’ve written a lot for it already and so i can’t force myself to adhere to anything. if that works for you, peachy; it’s all about trial and error, and, u guessed it - BEING KIND TO YOURSELF. 
beating yourself up for not getting something done just does harm in the end and lord have mercy it happens anyway - but that there is a muscle to build.
you won’t always be perfect, so make the most of what you do at the moment, then come back to it later. 
a popular piece of advice for writers is to write x amount of words a day, or to write ANYTHING every. single. day..... and that might be great for some, but for me, it doesn’t work so well. i don’t like to force myself to write. or edit. sometimes, i do - when i’m frustrated with a chapter or a part, i’ll pluck at it or reread it when i’m >:(((( the entire time or am impatient, or just straight up am NOT in the mood or headspace. sometimes i can power through and get inspiration!! other times, i just get more upset and frustrated. mixed bag. overall, tho, i try not to press my luck. 
figure out what works for you. what works for me in what i write, or when i write..... is vibes.
wish i was joking, but. can't make some shit up, mates.
that said.... trial and error. i don't believe in the write every day advice. i don't believe in setting a writing schedule because my brain doesn't operate like that. might work for you or someone else though and oh my god i wish that were me, LOL. i salute your shorts.
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TAKE A BREAK ONCE IN A WHILE WOULDJA/[SALLY NMBC VOICE] BUT I DON'T WANNA BEEEE PATIENT
no seriously.
take your breaks. try not to feel guilty; cope with feeling guilty and learn how to get over those hurdles; and press on when you can.
your health and wellbeing comes first and foremost. the story will not thrive when you aren't. take your breaks; take six months to get out the next chapter. your readers will still be there when you do, and new readers will be excited to read something that just cropped up on their feeds.
this isn't a race. this isn't your job. this is fun. be patient with yourself. you'll get there when you get there.
be patient, mfer. or else 🔪
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WRITE SIMPLY AKA OH MY GOD DON’T BE LIKE ME AND ABUSE ONLINE THESAURUSES OR KEEP 50+ GOOGLE DOCUMENTS OF WORDS I’D LIKE TO USE OH GOD BRO DON’T DO IT
WRITE SIMPLY.
this might be big talk and side-eyeing coming from me lmao and you know what?: fair.
but i mean it. purple prose can be too much of a good (or bad) thing, and never you mind my 5 google documents of words and definitions i’ve saved for future use that average about 45 pages do NOT do as i do—
however wordhippo is my favorite thesaurus site and use it - but use it well, and use it WISELY. lord knows i’ve got a few chapters where i went HAYWIRE on the thesaurus and synonyms— and god, i’ll come back to it much later when i re-edit everything!!!! but don’t be like me. be intentional; be precise. it’s a hard act to juggle and don’t get down on yourself. it takes time, and it takes a lot of work and practice. it’s a constant struggle. 
that’s the beauty of art. 
just word barf onto the page. fuckin'. stream-of-conscioussness that shit. you can fix it later. 
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WRITING OUT OF ORDER
one of the things i like to do when i write is write out future scenes. i’ll get a bout of inspiration and just go for it, no edits - even if it’s just inane blather. get the idea out!! consider it a skeleton for beefing later. (yummy.)
GOOMT has a folder called SCENES NOTES wherein there are, you guessed it, notes for future scenes - and i’ve written a metric fuckload of these.
they're separated into categories, such as "general" and "romantic". i know i'll want to use in the future somewhere. many of them date as far back as 2019 and 2020 and haven't yet seen the light of day, while others have already been published. some are still waiting for their time.
99% of these scenes are going to need heavy editing and tweaking because they are all written without knowing where the hell they're actually going to go, or if they'll ever get used. the "prom stories" scene in ch48 was one of these random ass scenes notes that i KNEW i wanted included somewhere, but where? how?
i had no idea. i just knew i did NOT want to shoe-horn it in (and there's more about that later in this post). there's another coming after the library arc (ho ho ho!!) that has been sitting waiting for its time probably since 2020 or maybe early 2021. i do hoard a lot of random scenes and writing though i do understand i MIGHT never use it; but if anything..
consider it as character development.
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HEHE WHAT A FUNNY LIL GUY WITH A FUNNY LIL PERSONALITY
character development.................
rubs face. what can i even say about this LOL. pull shit out of your ass.
again: no, really.
believe it or not i used to create a LOT of OCs and while i still have a pet project and OCs lurking in the background, there is one thing i learned to do in regards to creating/developing them, and this one neat trick that i'm still very good at it to this day:
pulling shit out of my ass.
whenever i get a character question (what do you think x feels about y) or response to a hc meme or w/e, there is a very, very high chance (about 80-90%, depending) that i haven't thought about this (or the character in terms of personal ideas) before. most of the time it's actual just stream of consciousness.
tbh. i recommend that as a writing exercise. taking a character question meme and answering it yourself. go into details if you can. it doesn't matter how "cringe" or whatever it is. write. cook that lil mfer in your head. spin 'em around like a salad spinner. just. write.
i can't get enough of detail. i fucking love and THRIVE on the mundane. slice of life is my entire soul. i have found that in writing, the most mundane and "boring" pieces of a character's slice of life becomes so crucial to what they become in my writing. i'm constantly picking up and deciding new tidbits/factoids. those really help set foundation and building blocks for the character (and story)'s future.
however, as with the advice above with writing out of order: it's incredible what happens in character development when just dotting down those notes.
and don't be afraid to let the characters do it themselves, too. the sentiment is super real about you as the writer having zero will sometimes over what a character does lmfao. that's just how it be.
also remember: people are extremely diverse and surprising. i dont' think it's fair to you or your writing or the characters to hold back purely because you fear something you may have discovered about them (or backlash for writing it).
for example: James "no fat chicks" Sunderland, re: ch61.
i've joked about it before; but since it's actually published GOOMT canon that James is an Actual Asshole about fat people (Harry), i was actually pretty damn worried that i could get some flack for it, LOL, despite knowing this piece about him for quite some time. it, while rather :\, is important to James's characterization and development throughout GOOMT.
not even Harry is safe from the ":\ seriously bro?" disappointment moments. and it's going to be nail biting for me to write and publish them because i of course don't want to face flack for it; but i would consider it a disservice to me and my writing and my storytelling if i didn't. people are disappointing; people are surprising. they're flawed and weird and fantastical. they progress and regress.
so let your characters do that, too.
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PLANNING & OUTLINING & ORGANIZING LORE
this is a tough one for me. with GOOMT, its lore is in constant development and it’s massive. here’s what my organization looks like for GOOMT (with redacted folders bc Spoilers - and i’m a VERY superstitious writer lmao):
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PLOT folder i have:
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and within character ref:
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may look like i have my shit together, but looks are deceiving LOL. it is a bit of a mess but hey at least i’ve got the heart, right? 
i recommend setting up something like this if you’re gonna be doing something even small and medium sized, and do THIS ONE NEAT TRICK (that i didn’t do in the beginning because i had no idea what i was doing, nor thinking GOOMT would get this far):
SAVE. YOUR DETAILS. AS. YOU. GO. ALONG. 
!!!!
really mate. superstition, unfortunately, doesn’t allow me to show you GOOMT’s versions exactly, but here are some examples, with [REDACTED]s in effect LOL 
PLOT:
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MONSTERS:
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it’s imperative!!! that you keep your shit together as best as possible.. and perhaps even MOREso that you actually LOOK at it more than twice a year ansishdhdjfhfjsbf good god i can forget it’s there so often and then i’m like. well WHO BETRAYED ME. WHO DID THAT. WHO FORGOT TO TELL AND/OR REMIND ME OF THAT. looking at everything else but the mirror i’m standing in front of, lmao
but remember: do only what you need to, and what works for you..... and remember too that all this is because GOOMT is ENORMOUS, and it's always, ALWAYS growing. so my apologies if this is kinda overwhelming, but... gestures.
GOOMT.
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EDITING & EDIT HELL
a lot of what i write never makes it to see the light of day. i cannot stress how much i’ve written and cut. sometimes.. you're going to have to cut that thing you really really like about the chapter/piece. sorry. it's going to be a bummer to cut it but you're gonna have to cut it.
for example: ch60 had more than seven iterations or more in total.
no, seriously. and one of the things that sucks about it is that i cut a lot that i was very proud of, thought was important, but ultimately was not the right place or time: and very frankly, it may never have a place or time in the story. i still have them, though.
while they can definitely be discouraging, but in my mind, what they really are/were, were character development exercises. i’m not interested in shoe-horning them in either, even if they were genius, tho retooling is always a possibility. but in those moments, considering what you’ve written as character development exercises for YOU to understand them, and where you want to take the character and build their dynamic potential and future, is GREATLY beneficial in the long term for you as the writer, and those reading.  
i tend to write all i can in one go and then go back and edit and tweak. then when i say i'm in "edit hell", i'm talking about taking an entire week for purely editing. what editing means to me may not mean to you, either; so i'm not really sure how to advise.
i do recommend grabbing a friend who makes the mistake of offering to edit a chapter for you 52 chapters ago and is still editing for you to this day and very likely for the many mountains of months to follow tho :) (hi ren <3)
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PACING & AH SHIT I REGRET PUTTING THAT THERE
shit happens! and sometimes you want shit to happen like. NOW. well..
you sure about that?
i’ve mentioned before how many times i’ve rearranged parts of GOOMT, and even regretted already revealing things. take some good keen time and CONSIDER what you’re writing; WHERE you're writing it; WHY you're writing it; and how the story is supposed to be going.
i think it’s also important to remember that not everything needs to ever be revealed, or revealed at once. you can allude to a lot of things. GOOMT and POTF have a LOT of lore stacked up (and always more being developed) and there’s a whole lot of it that’s not MEANT to see the light of day (tho, of course, that may change, and i’m willing to let that happen as needed). 
that said: ALWAYS make sure that revealing any big details or lore is necessary in what you’re writing. it’s very tempting to bring something into the chapter that you’ve been just itching to get out, but is it necessary? does it actually fit? and those questions aren't always easy to answer at the time, or simply can't be answered until 20/20 hindsight.
for example: revealing the Memory of Harry monster in GOOMT.
MoH originally was going to be debuted back in ch21, when they returned to the alley first seen in SH1. i had his whole scene written and ready to go but i cut him out just about before i handed the chapter to Ren for editing. instead, he made his appearance in Balkan in ch27.
looking back on it now, i wish i had waited until they were in Midwich.
i got a little too eager to introduce him. i didn't know where else to slap him down and at the same time too, the first Midwich arc wasn't yet much of a thought (and it began ch31). so at THAT time, i thought it was a good place to put him.
to be fair on myself: it was. it was a good place. but it would have made more sense and been more impactful, i realize in hindsight, to have dropped him into Midwich. still, it was a damn good reveal if i do say so myself, and pretty impactful too!!!
so there are always going to be regrets or even mistakes in pacing and placement. it’s a good learning experience and learning curve to take in and work on.
just.. whatever you do: DON’T. SHOEHORN. IN. if it's not time for it, it's not time. it's absolutely not worth it imo. take the piece that isn't working and set it to the side. you can use it later if the time/need arises.
pacing is super fucking hard to me and i gnaw at my hands about my arcs and how long they can take, and i have worry about things moving too slowly for readers. on the flip, i have a shitload to go through. and i'm going to make mistakes about reveals. and pacing is going to get wonky and GOOMT is going to get boring or drag on in parts and the reality is, is that that's just normal for it to happen.
i'm not sure what advice i have about pacing really. just be sure to sit down and give your story a great big think and re-read every now and then.
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CONSISTENCY & WRITING STYLE & ACCEPTING ITS WEIRD JOURNEY
oh lord, have mercy; oh how the times do change, and ebb and flow through every fucking chapter, LOL
this is just natural. let it happen. of course your style is gonna change over time - especially if you’re writing long form. it could be disappointing; i know i look back at some chapters and go, shit, i LOVED the way i wrote here! how can i get that back?
and then you might also feel like your quality declined. i’m kind of in that phase right now; it sort of feels like my writing took a nosedive. for that, what i’m doing, and therefore i suggest it, is read back over old work you wrote and liked a lot. and even better?
read a book. read an old favorite or a new one. get some inspiration and mojo. take down notes of phrases you liked, or mark pages. just to have on hand. take a breather. remember: you're here to have fun.
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JUST WRITE THE CRINGE, BRO
seriously: who. te fuck. cares. all the wrong people, that’s who! self-indulgence is the name of the game, babey. your world, your oyster. you don’t have to post it. just write it. remember:
if it makes you happy, then write - and draw - whatever the FUCK YOU WANT.
and if anyone tries to make you feel bad about it, just come back to me, or send the haters to my door. 🔪 i gotchu, bro. 
:3c 
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CONSIDER A PET PROJECT
i’ve got a slew of personal work (-adjacent being one) that won’t see the light of day (ok so i’ve talked a little about it/posted one or two things, but that’ll be the extent). i love looking back at it or tinkering with new scenes bc it makes me happy and keep me sane LOL and i refuse to deny myself!!! MY HOUSE MY TRASH WE ROLL IN IT
however!! when GOOMT is being a right wanker about things, i’ve taken to writing pet projects - either working on my personal stuff, OR things i actually intend to publish. 
they aren’t always one-offs either; i’ve got two other series i work on and publish (Heya, Neighbor! and Puttin’ On The Fritz) and a few things that won’t see the light of day (.. or some pornographies..) and LIGHTLY edit. BIG STRESS ON LIGHTLY. EDIT. i go through Edit Hell enough with GOOMT; i don’t need or WANT the stress of doing that with these things i’m doing for shiggles. they’re just my palate cleansers for when GOOMT is being an asshole and so is being put in the “time-out corner”. 
the side projects are for my need to refresh myself and write freely. they’re a little cringey and maybe OOC for some, but it’s MY cringe and OOC and i LOVE IT because…… oh wait that’s right, it’s FOR ME and MY shits and giggles - but all y’all can read it too if it tickles your navel, LMAO. they get updated very, very slowly, and that’s fine. that might be a bit too much for some people to juggle and/or balance and that’s fine too. 
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REMEMBER ALWAYS: you are writing FOR YOU. yes - absolutely you CAN write for the intent to gain popularity (and here’s a good article by @javert on how to approach that), but that’s not my style or intent. i just want to write fun stories and fling them out into the world and maybe someone will get a kick out of it, too. that’s what keeps me going. 
not giving a fuck about what you write or create is probably, definitely, at the very top of the highest peak, super hard; but not giving a fuck either about whether or not you receive validation? the HARDEST. (but today is not the day we get into that).
the moral of this story is:
if you write it, they will come.
your passion and your love will bring them in. somebody wants to read what you're writing. i promise it.
i started GOOMT, and i write it, and WILL keep writing it because i LOVE what i’m doing. i’m writing for ME, and i’m posting it so that anyone else who might be interested to share it with me can take the journey alongside. i never, EVER expected it to gain traction or the amount of attention it’s gotten and i’m truly, madly, DEEPLY grateful for everyone who has joined me and my boys through the story i have to tell. i’m straight up blown away that people like, or even love it as much as i do. i’m THRILLED. and for everyone who reads my older stuff (you nasties (loving), i see you digging around in my Batman trash, yeah you like that shit huh??? well i’ll do more….. Sometime In The Future™️), THANK YOU so MUCH. it keeps my ego inflated as well, as humble. 
all in all my advice is: write. just fuckin' write.
write cringe.
write the AU you dream about in the messiest way.
just barf out all the words as they come, let them fly through your fingers.
write shit you’ll never post.
write it because it gives you a giggle or warms the cockles of your heart (or the sub-cockle area; maybe even your kidneys; i don’t know). 
just write it. someone’s gonna fucking love it to the ends of the earth and thank you for writing it. they may never say anything, and you may never know how your work affected them - gave them confidence to create their own content; to interact with the fandom; to pursue another day, etc - but someone is always reading. someone is interested.
love yourself, love your work; they will see you, they will see how much you love what you do, and they will love you, and your creations, for it, too.
🥚🙏❤️
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2021 Testimonials
Nur Amirah's engagement Date of Event: 20 November 2021 via Email
Assalamualaikum Dear Kak Juls,
Apologies for the late testimonial that is supposed to be due weeks ago. Been having a hectic week at work and such. 
Alhamdulillah I got a chance to write today. 
First of all, thank you so much for dolling me up on my special day. You did exceed my expectations despite receiving minimal instructions on how I would like
my make up and hairdo to be done but you really did a good job to surprise and wow me on the actual day with your magic hands. 
You are incredibly talented and have the ability to know how to work with each unique feature without judging them. Dealing with you was the best! Such a breeze!
You were very friendly and engaging throughout the whole process and I never once felt awkward nor bored chatting with you for the whole 2 hours. You really made me feel like I'm your own. 
I certainly receive a bunch of compliments from my guests for both my makeup and hairdo. The wig was a special touch even at the very last minute! I really love how my hair looks full and neat when 
you gracefully did my hair within minutes! Honestly the product that you used on me really makes me look pretty and it stayed on all day and night (plus i look flawless in photos).
The only feedback that I would like to highlight is about my eye makeup. Despite showing a picture example, I requested for a peachy soft cut crease but the eyeshadow turned out to be a darker colour shade than what i expected. 
And due to that my whole makeup looks bold. Nevertheless you do make me look flawless and I appreciate it so much!
You are just so amazing at your job! And I can feel the sincerity for the whole effort to doll me up. Thank you so much for everything Kak Juls. It was a lovely experience and I will highly recommend you to others.
May you be blessed with an abundance of rezeki kak. Stay safe and take care!
Best Regards,
Amirah 💓
Syahidah & Irfan Salihin wedding Date of Event: 28 November 2021 via Email
Our testimonial as follows,
Mak andam was very professional. Very friendly, accomodating to your wants, and is not pushy (very important factor). She stayed throughout the wedding to ensure that the bride is looking at her best at all times! 
We had such a great time with her as our mak andam! Thank you for making our big day so much more memorable! 
Nur Arina's engagement Date of Event: 07 November 2021 via Email
From: Arina Azahar Sent: Monday, 22 November 2021 10:07 pm To: [email protected] Subject: testimonial
Dear Juls, 
Thankyou for doing my make up for my engagement day. This is my first time letting someone do my make up for me. i love how my make up still stays after the event. my make up doesn't feel cake-y and i don't feel uncomfortable. Besides that you don't make me awkward. you make me feel comfortable with the small talks. i will for sure recommend my girlfriends who are getting engage or married. 
Thank you juls. 
Sincerely, Arina 
Suriati & Syed Abdullah wedding Date of Event: 06 November 2021 via Email
Assalamualaikum Kak Juls...
You are one friendly make up artist.
Thank you for the great make up & hijab services you have done for me.It is magical how pretty & beautiful I turned out to be on my wedding day!MasyaAllah!Ramai yang puji how beautiful I look on that day...All due to your magical hands!Never regretted taking up your service!Affordable & good service provided!!Recommended!!!👍👍👍
Your very cute & satisfied client,
Suriati Binte Kardi
Rieana Agustina & AnNuur wedding Date of Event: 15 August 2021 via Email
Assalamualaikum wr wrb.
Alhamdulillah, our nikah ceremony was done well and professionally. Kak Juls managed to calm both our nerves during the preparation, up to the actual day, filled with complete guidance and support. MashaAllah! She dolled me up to look so different, really a princess for the day! And my husband looked as regal as my king for the day. We really enjoyed our time taking photos outdoors after the nikah. 
Unforgettable experience indeed!
Thank you to Kak Juls and the supportive team behind her (Abang Imran, Sis Linda, & photographers - Bro Isk and Bro Azman). Truly thumbs up to Julsdsweet! 5 stars quality.
May Allah SWT bless you with rezq and health! Aamiin Aamiin Ya Robbal 'Alamin.
Rieana Agustina JaisKindergarten Teacher
 
Hidaya & Hafizuddin wedding Date of Event: 21 March 2021 via WhatsApp
Assalamualaikum kakjuls. Thank you so much for your service on my wedding day. Our guests suke make up yg u buat especially the silver songket with the sangul! Cantik sgt sampai i keep on watching my wedding photos over and over again. Power lah kak!! You mmg gerek lah sey! Hahaha.. you are a gerek and humble mak andam! Even my husband punye bestman u can joke around with during the 2nd outfit 😂 Thank you for making me beautiful and take good care of my face and baju throughout the event. From the bottom of my heart THANK YOU SOOO MUCHH!! 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘 
Sayeedah Nafisah khatam quran & henna night Date of Event: 11 March 2021 via WhatsApp Anywayssss! I would like comment on ur makeup. Its the most comfortable makeup ever! I removed the makeup only at 2am because i had to wait for henna to be dry and so on. So i just left the makeup on all the way. Usually, after 2 hrs of makeup, my cheeks and forehead will start to itch due to my ‘baby’ skin. But Alhamdullilah, i didnt experience any unpleasant itch at all! My family were also impressed with ur work. It took u only 2 hrs to get this look. And the thought to ‘remove’ the makeup is sooo berat hahah!  Its masya  allah! In shaa allah, for any other future events, will definitely go back to u heheheheh!
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electricdaisies · 1 year
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17/12/22
Finally off my cast but here comes the uphill battle of getting through physio and rehab. Even though I'm spending Christmas indoors because I just cant get out with my injured foot, still feeling utterly blessed.
Dearest friends - Mochi, Peachy, Tracy, Dan, Shaun, Gillian, Yong Kang, Alexis, Edwin - Thank you all for loving me and supporting me, for understanding me and being patient while I got high on my sorrows, while I get through the first and excruciating heart break, I'm so so grateful.
And of course, to this wonderful person who has been quietly supporting me because he swiped a troublesome person with baggage who then broke her ankle doing her most favourite thing in the world, thank you for being you and for sticking around even when I say the harshest and most direct things without any tact. Thank you for allowing me to be who I am, for understanding that my priorities are myself and my friends, for being so patient while I am still navigating through my trust issues and insecurities. Even though I'm holding back on feeling too much or growing attached to you, I am still grateful for your love and willingness to stick with me even through all that. Thank you, Drewz.
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k-dokja · 2 years
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Ice skating with kayden (but he's bad at it lol)
P.s. i love your kayden fics so much they give me so much serotonin 🥺💖
Thank you 🥺💖
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"What's wrong?"
Insidious, that you were. This time around, you might have outranked him in terms of being the cheeky one in the relationship. Kayden might have excelled in innumerable physical areas, but there was one you knew he never cared to practice in.
Skating.
To be specific, ice skating.
"Nothing," he scowled.
Yet, despite his word, Kayden continued to cling to the handle. The sight was too hilarious for you to contain yourself, but you played a long game. You had to see him landing on his behind before you laughed at him in the face.
"Then stop hanging at the side and come skate with me," you demonstrated your invitation by skating backwards to the centre of the rink.
"I'm trying."
Your boyfriend had no choice but to glare at you with both contempt and envy. The urge to cackle bubbled up in your throat but you persisted. There'd be more later on if you managed to drag him out.
It was a blessing and a curse for Kayden to never back down from any challenge because you could only hold back your grin for so long. He took one experimental step forwards, then another.
However, neither of those were accomplished with Kayden taking his hands from the rail.
You continued to watch in quiet anticipation as your boyfriend finally took his leap of faith and let himself go.
For a moment, it looked like he actually managed to keep up his balance and glide out towards you. Kayden's eyes met with yours, a triumphant smirk graced his lips. It would've looked on brand had he not been bending at the knees and extending his arms to keep himself steady.
You had half the mind to stride over and knock him down with the sheer force of the wind.
Turned out, Kayden had a better idea in mind. He did your job for you and fell flat on his face.
You couldn't stop yourself from laughing anymore. "Oh my god," you clutched your stomach before kneeling over him, your laughter rang out without restraint, "you okay down there, Kade?"
"Just peachy, thanks for nothing," he grumbled and, once again, glared back up at you with indignation.
Normally, he would've had more creative insults to sling back your way. However, Kayden at the moment was only worried about preserving his dignity and getting back up on his feet.
Even when you offered him a helping hand, he only swatted it away, making you giggle further.
"Aw, are you sure you don't need any help?" You teased while circling around him, absolutely helped nothing with his mood.
"I'm—" Kayden's footing slipped out from under him, making him almost fall backwards but he steadied on time. "I'm fine! See! Just fine!"
"Uh-huh, sure you are," you pretended to buy his argument as your boyfriend continued to skate away from you.
He got about three meters away before his legs wobbled underneath him again. It was then that you decided maybe you'd go a bit easy on him. Maybe.
You slide over to Kayden before he got the chance to kiss the floor again. In his frantic and helpless flapping, Kayden somehow caught on to your arms. The thought of getting your help conflicted him a little, but before he let you go again, you took his hand into yours, allowing Kayden to get a hold of you.
"Come on, I'll teach you how to skate," you grinned again while circling around him to take his other hand.
Kayden was on the verge of protesting until he saw the sincerity in your eyes. All of a sudden, the fight in him evaporated and left behind a grumpy man for you to deal with. "...Fine, but don't make fun of me."
Even with his warning, you couldn't help your widening smile. "No promises~"
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Can I request for Raymond Smith these please? :)
👩‍🍳🏖🔮
Thanks for your request for my Emoji Fic Fest! 💗
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Beach Balls
Pairing: Raymond Smith x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, sex on the beach, public-ish (brief reference assuming there’s an audience) Word Count: ~1.3k Emoji Prompt: 👩‍🍳🏖🔮 (key words are in bold)
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He’s giving you his bitch, please face.
You’re giving him your beach, please face, because Ray’s aversion to beaches is honestly such a disgrace. His OCD ass really needs to get over his hatred of salt in his slicked hair and fine grains of sand stuck all over the place.
You’ve stepped out of the kitchen with something hot clutched in your hands as you come to join him on the couch. He’s a grump and a grouch. Yet be that as it may, by the end of the day, your goal is to take him to the shore and you’re certain it’s not out of reach.
He repeats himself loud and clear, same shit you always hear. “I am not going to the beach.”
“I knew you would say no. I baked your favorite tart to tempt you though. It’s ginger peach.”
He can tell, by the comforting smell, blend of butter and sugar and spice absolutely divine. “You’re too kind. But do you really think baked goods will change my mind?”
“Baked goods and something else perhaps…” you purr as you settle in place straddling his lap. You know exactly how to get your man to fall into your trap. “Remember when we went to see that fortuneteller just for kicks, her crystal ball declared that I’m the only weakness in your fortress? That I’d always find the holes in your resolve and get your brick walls to collapse?”
He does remember as it had been pretty recent. Just the other weekend. And indeed once Raymond feels the heat of you that always hits him in his crotch and in his heart, hotter than this freshly baked tart… he worries his resistance is already weakened.
And you can sense it too, the way he melts for you, as you proceed to feed your man a big forkful of flaky crust and sweet syrupy peach. You whisper words into his ear sure to paint pictures in his head that fucking stick. You’ve always known what makes him tick. “I want to fuck you on the beach. Wet sand beneath and blazing sun above, as we make hot passionate love, waves crashing all around us while you pound this cunt with that big fucking dick.”
Of course it works—he groans around the peachy mouthful that you fed him and you flash a wicked smirk, as you pull out the sticky fork. Crumbs of the crust and traces of the fruity filling are still clinging to the tines and your tongue cleans them off with a sensuous lick.
You knew that shit would do the trick. Especially now as you level up your game by dealing his alpha male pride a playful little kick. “But I’m not sure you’ve got the balls to do the dirty out in public.”
Ray gulps down his bite of tart and then glares up at you appalled. He will not stand for such an insult, not at all. “You of all people should know better than to doubt my fucking balls.”
You shrug and roll your eyes, grinding down on the bulge between his thighs. “The closest that you’ve ever come to fucking me in public was a private bathroom stall. Or in my office with the door locked but that doesn’t count as public just because we could hear voices in the halls.”
“Bitch are you really testing me?”
At that you get up off his lap and casually head toward the door with tart in hand and grab your beach bag, which you had already packed. Wink back at him suggestively. “I guess we’ll see.”
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“Is this public enough for you?”
He says it in a huff—grating and gruff, the brush of his beard ever coarser now that salt and sand have stuck into the scruff. You’re both sharply aware that others may be watching and no doubt loving the view. It’s not as if you’re putting on a show on purpose for the world to watch you two, but there’s just such a thrill in knowing passing strangers could stroll by and see your man’s bare backside thrusting viciously while he’s on top of you.
It’s obvious that Ray still hates this place. Clear from the gritting of his teeth and from the grimace creasing up his sweat-streaked face. He hates the scrape of sand beneath you and the brutal beating of the sun above you. But you love when there’s a little bit of hatred in the way that he makes love to you.
Never towards you, of course—rather towards what you make him feel and make him do, which is a whole lot fucking worse. Your presence in his life is such a blessing yet your power over him is such a curse.
For someone so extremely self-possessed, so serious about control that he is honestly obsessed, it’s quite unsettling how readily he lets you take the reins and make him yours.
He steals back some of that control by owning all your holes with feral fucking force.
You haven’t yet answered his question as to whether this beach is public enough for you. Too breathless from just how epic the sex is but when Raymond cups your jaw your eyes flit open and you read answer me slut in his ferocious gaze of blue. You love the way he has no need for words to tell you what to do.
“Mmm, just enough,” you tell him blissfully as his thick cock plows into you savage and rough. He’s always much more than enough but you still want to act as if you won this game you came to play. “Just fuck me on this beach all day. I always knew you had the balls, Ray.”
He shoves deeper into your soaking wet core with a low grunt. Down to the hilt, making you gasp from being so perfectly filled. “You like the feeling of these big huge fucking balls slapping against your slutty cunt? Just like you want?”
“Fuck yes, sir…” you shout out loud enough for all the world to hear it as you hit the heights of pleasure. Fall to pieces as his shaft rails you to bits, and as his skillful fingers tease against your clit, applying just the perfect pressure.
“Take it all,” he growls as his sack tightens and stiff cock begins to powerfully convulse, racing the rhythm of your pulse, all set to paint your inner walls. His lip curls up against your ear in a demanding fucking snarl. “Take all the cum from these big fucking balls, you dirty little girl.”
Oh yes you fucking will, take everything he has to fill, and you will proudly let this man drill you in front of all the world.
He’s more than just a little proud too. Your shameless and openness and riskiness, when it comes to delicious frisky business, is just one of countless things he loves about you.
Raymond Smith is now a much kinkier bastard than he ever was without you.
By the time he’s thoroughly flooded your tight pussy, you’re both sprawled out on the sand loosely, savoring the sensation of his meat inside your heat all slick and juicy. When he at last slides out of you his cum drips out and paints a pearly path across the sand beneath the space between your legs. You’re both reduced to fucking wrecks.
Then as you cuddle through the sun-kissed afterglow, he glances over at the partly eaten peach dessert you’d brought and asks you something he just has to know. “What was even the point of the tart if your plan was to tempt me with sex?”
You smile and give him the innocent answer he probably expects. “Just to butter you up a bit. Knew you would love it.”
Don’t tell him just yet that this tart filled with peach also serves some less innocent subtext: now that your man has finally fucked your pussy on the beach… you’ll soon ask him if he wants to fuck your peach next.
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genshingarbage · 3 years
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hoii, is it okay if I request something with Diluc and Kaeya ? like, gn!reader feels very alone and unloved, because they can't make/keep friends and their family doesn't pay much attention to them ?
and if it's not too much, can the men be like big brother or father figures to the reader ?
it's okie if you don't want to write it!
have a good day/night ♡
This is too cute. Bless. Both I and Mod Kaeya worked together on this one, take a guess who wrote for who lmao hope this is okay sweetie! - Mod Diluc
I'll Always Care.
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Kaeya / Diluc
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Diluc
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The sun was beating down like normal, the heat was unbearable and it was making you itch and sweat like nobodies business. You felt stuffy and so uncomfortable, but maybe you could give the sun a break from your insults; because deep down it wasn't the sun making you feel like utter nothingness right now. It was the fact you yet again were reminded of the harsh fact that no one cares for you, not even your own mother can pretend to wear a smile around you.
First your mother sighed and brushed you off this morning like a pestering bug, and to rub insult to injury your small group of friends (if you could even call them that.) Had conveniently forgotten to secure a place for you to go with them all on their expedition today. So here you were alone, curled up with your knees pressed against your chest and your eyes closed as to try prevent the threat of tears: despite you trying to convince yourself it's just to block the sunlight, even though you're under a tree that's already blocking the sun indefinitely.
You felt the pain sinking further inside you now and it just stung worse and worse. Why? Why do you always get forgotten about... why do they never care how you're feeling? No one seems to understand you ever. Was this world even meant for someone like you? You debated it sometimes, but all it ever did was work you up more into a crying mess because even if you'd conclude you're better off dead- you'd never have the guts to kill yourself; and you'd be way too terrified to let someone or something else do it for you.
Your head sunk further into your arms that coiled round your frail frame as you began to sniffle and sob softly. Your ears were ringing and your head was hurting so much from how much you'd been on and off crying the past two hours by yourself, nothing but the breeze and butterflies to keep you company in your own misery. Life was cruel, and you were starting to resent it in a whole. But all you could so was curl up and cry like you always do, why can you never fix yourself? Stupid.
You practically leaped out your skin however, shooting your head up fast, almost giving yourself whiplash from the force you done it at. The squeeze on your shoulder was most unexpected and most definitely an understatement to how shaken up you were. You felt the scream aching in your throat about to fly out your lips when you saw who it was, Diluc. His crimson eyes staring down at you, the matching hair tied neatly into a ponytail behind him. His claymore resting on his shoulder effortlessly.
"Why are you crying Y/N?" He spoke sternly, but under that tone you could hear the concern in his voice; as poorly as he was at showing his emotions on a day to day basis. You sniffed hard, an involuntarily rub of your eyes and nose following behind as you blinked away the tears quickly. "I- I'm not. Just resting is all." You wanted to cringe at your poor excuse there yourself, your voice was wavering in tone and cracking so badly, why did you even bother to lie?
He let out a deep sigh before slipping his claymore off his shoulder and swinging it in a circle before letting it peirce into the dirt, securing its position he let it go and stepped next to you, bending down and taking a seat beside you now. Inviting himself into your private affairs had become common ground for you now, then it hit you. He is always around when you feel at your lowest. You looked at him with a bewildered expression, eyebrow raised. The look of utter confusion evident on your face.
Finally he turned his head to you and then looked forward again, one of his knees lifting up for him to rest his arm on, the other sliding round the back of your neck and gently pulling you into his chest. You were confused at first, but then it hit you, he was hugging you and comforting you, in his best efforts at least. You laid there against him, cuddled up to him, your head pounding, your throat sore from crying, your eyes stinging. Face flushed red from your inner rage. You really looked like a mess right now.
"Rest. You need it. When someone's cried at lot it helps to get rest after." He spoke matter of fact like to you. You lifted your head ever so slightly about to attempt another pitiful protest, but his hand came up to your head and softly stroked through your hair. "Rest." He added. That silenced you and simply closed your eyes, feeling not so alone anymore and at actually at ease. He always helps you feel better, no matter how small of an action it was.
He always makes you feel loved and cared for, if you could describe Diluc in one word, it would be big brother. He really was like a big brother to you, always there to cheer you up and make you feel better, always there to remind you that you're not as alone as you always think you are. He's always kept you safe and always put you first before himself even sometimes. A smile crept onto your face ever so slightly when all of this was resurfaced in your mind.
You truly were grateful to have a friend like Diluc, even if you have no one else that's by your side, he is, and he always will be. "Thank you." You muttered the words ever so softly and breath like, as you'd mutter them out in your sleep, while your head rested against his chest. His eyes slowly trailed to the side, looking down at your peaceful sleeping state. His hand still stroking through your hair as it kept you huddled up to him. Not that you'd ever see it or know of it, a small smile made its way onto his lips too.
"Sweet dreams, Y/N".
Kaeya
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The lanky man found you in his guest bedroom, knees tucked under you chin with a cloak of thick duvets framing your clearly exhausted face. He sighed softly before beginning to  pat over to you, chocolate milk in hand and heart on his sleeve.
Once you’d noticed him making his way over you shifted under the blankets to let him crawl into the little cave you’d constructed yourself. He placed the glass onto the night stand, interrupting the somber silence of the room with a gentle clink of glass against hardwood, then turned to you in order to pull you into his broad chest. He gently rubbed your back as his icy eyes observed the room with it’s askew drawers and new adornments of thrown pillows and tossed weapons or tools. The gentle moonlight pouring in from the still open curtain, tarnishing the peachy walls a soft periwinkle blue only telling him of the sadness you were feeling.
“You can stay here as long as you need.”
“I know Sir Kaeya.”
Your sniffles broke his heart a little, the way you buried your head into his nightshirt even more so. You were some sort of enigma to him. Like a puzzle he couldn’t solve yet was made of pieces of a mirror he had shattered.
You reminded him so much of how he was after Diluc had…well…
The blue haired man pulled you closer to him to bury his nose in your hair, beginning to frown, “Will you tell me what happened?”
“It is not really what has happened and more what keeps happening honestly.” Your voice was muffled slightly but he could still hear it clearly through your tight words forcing their way out of your throat. You didn’t really have the heart to tell him that since you became an adventurer your parents had all but kicked you out because they didn’t want to deal with the likely chance you wouldn’t be making any sort of money with your dream job. Your friends had began to leave one by one with teasing remarks about joining your adventure team or horrific monsters, leaving to study in far off corners of the world.
You were completely and utterly alone, with only Kaeya at your side. It didn’t take the feeling of his arms tightening around you to tell you he could already sense what you were thinking about.
“They weren’t your family or friends if they simply tossed you aside y’know? You should not spare them another thought.” He muttered this softly into your hair, hoping you could somehow find comfort in his backwards way of thinking. As much as he wanted to toughen you up…he didn’t want you to become him.
He’s well aware of your plights, has been since you were a kid and he was a fresh young face in the knights even if he doesn’t necessarily know what happened today to cause you to spiral into such a state. Maybe that’s why he took you in. He’d ponder over it as he tucked you in, brushing your hair out of your face afore lightly stepping out of the room to leave you to sleep finally.
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CREEP 4: I wish I was special
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Pairing: Drake Walker x MC  (Lexie O’Brien) Book TRR
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Synopsis: Drake is a hurt, angry teenager. After being rejected by Lexie, he spends two years bullying her until he discovers the horrible truth behind her rejection.
In this chapter: Lexie and Drake spend a lot of time together. I’ve have to be honest this is a filler chapter with a bit a lot of smut 🤷🏽‍♀️
A/N: Drake’s and Lexie’s POV. 
Words: 4,470
WARNINGS: SMUT! Parental abuse, domestic violence, toxic love, abuse, bullying.
THIS IS NOT YOUR USUAL MARSHMALLOW DRAKE. He was abandoned as a boy, he’s tortured and he doesn’t know how to express love.
This is a dark love story. If you think this might trigger you, PLEASE do not read it.  
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Drake 
I can’t believe I’m here. I can’t believe I’m holding Lexie in my arms, and this is happening. 
Damn. She tastes even better than I imagined. Soft lips, the flavor of cherries and mint and something singularly Lexie. So, fucking sweet. Her innocent tongue is hesitant at first to play with mine, making her surrender even more satisfying. She’s been the center of my world for years. She’s everything I crave, and I didn’t know how to handle the rejection of the only person who matters to me. I know that’s not an excuse; I know that I don’t fucking deserve her. Hell, if I were a better man, a man that wasn’t starving for her, I’d live her alone.  
She makes me stumble into the bed- when her thighs tighten around me, and she allows me inside her perfect little mouth with hot strokes of my tongue, my hands aching over the softness of her hair, her cheeks, absorbing her unique textures with my palms. 
Get yourself out of my system. My heart has just awakened again, and it breaks painfully; when I think about her words, I make a pitiful sound into the kiss. Ah God. The best night of my life could be the night Lexie cuts me off for good, and I don’t know how to stop it from happening. She’s attracted to me, but I’ve hurt her too badly to contemplate a future. A man with more self-control, maybe an older one, might stop this now. Demand to talk, to explain to her I’ve loved her for so long and so fucking deep that I can’t see straight. That I let my insecurity act on my name. But right now, I can do nothing but soak up every inch, take as much as I can before she wants me gone. I let her mouth go momentarily, kissing down her jawline to her neck, trying to memorize exactly how she smells, how she tastes in every single part of her. How she sounds when she moans brokenly when she shifts her pussy against my lap. Then does it again. 
“Feels good,” she whispers, her voice barely loud enough to hear above the storm. “Drake.” 
I want to give her a first time she’ll think about every hour for the rest of her life, but I’m… I’m quickly recognizing my inexperience. I’m not as practiced at sex as she thinks. Only one girl before I met her. After seeing those deep brown eyes, no one else would do it for me. But I have been fucking starving for it for years. With this girl. So when she rubs against my cock and whispers, “feels good,” I almost come against in my jeans. 
I have to force myself not to grip her butt cheeks and grind her down while I thrust up, giving myself enough friction to finish. Christ, don’t finish. Please. I’ve been blessed with an opportunity I don’t deserve. A night with Lexie. A chance to make her first time perfect—and that’s what I’m going to do, even if it kills me. 
A thunder rumbles in the sky outside as she makes urgent, breathy noises, her fingers grabbing my T-shirt. She strips it off over my head, her palms slowly brushing the shape of my chest up to my arms, leaning in to kiss the hollow of my throat, the underside of my chin. Heat burns me from the inside, growing hotter with every touch of those lips on my body—and no, no, no, I can never live without her. I’ll fade and die without her touch. Get into her system, not out of it. Get deeper. So deep she can’t take me out. As deep as she is inside me. I know she’ll never love me as I do her, but I need her anyway. With those directions clear and loud in the back of my head, I move toward the bed and drop down to my knees, gently laying Lexie on her back, kissing her incredible mouth while my fingers fumble with the button and zipper of her jeans. I’m touching Lexie’s pussy through denim, and again, I want her so fucking badly, I’m worried I’m going to ruin everything, but I grit my teeth and start to slide the jeans down her legs. As soon as the soft, soft flesh of her thighs is revealed, I tilt my face up and shut my eyes closed. God, oh God. 
“What’s wrong?” she whispers, lifting her hips so I can remove the pants. “You’re so beautiful; I’m trying not to come just looking at you,” I groan, tossing her jeans aside, taking several deep breaths to get myself under control, before giving in to the overwhelming temptation to see Lexie in panties. No amount of imagination could have done her justice. The shy inward turn of her left knee, the light blue panties that rapidly become see-through, thanks to how wet she is. The slit of her sex. My senses are overloaded, my breathing uneven.
Then she blushes and bites her lip, and I understand that she’s as nervous as I am. Probably more. Fuck, this is not about me. This is about the beautiful, sweet girl underneath me. I take a moment to look at her face; her eyes are shining, her cheeks pink, her mouth is swollen from being kissed. I’m an eighteen-year-old man who –for three years, has only climaxed from jerking off, and because of that, my instinct now is to take my cock out and come all over the goddess in front of me. I’ll come so hard. All over her. But this is more than sex. I’m being allowed sex with the girl of my dreams. My dick is in disbelief, painfully hard and dripping with pre-come in my boxers, begging to come inside of her, instead of out. And Lexie…her eyes are locked on it in wonder, lips in an O shape. I’m going to be looking at that beautiful face when she takes my cock inside of her, feeling me move, stealing her innocence. Jesus. How am I going to last? 
“Lexie,” I groan through my teeth, trying to explain with that single word how fucking horny she makes me. She’s still staring at the bulge in my jeans. 
“Am I…should I…” I’ve never heard her with that husky tone of voice before. “Does it go in my mouth first?” 
I shudder so hard, my jaw almost breaks. “Christ, don’t say that, baby. Fuck.” I’m a beast right now, ripping down my zipper and shoving my hand inside, beating off the raw length of my dick, my eyes traveling from her face, to her tits, to her pussy. Then circling back and starting at the beginning,  telling her how fucking gorgeous she is. A fucking goddess. And Lexie seems to sense my desperation and overcome her shyness because she takes down her panties and kicks them away, baring herself to me. Ironically, when I should ultimately explode because the vision she creates is such perfection, I’m determined with purpose instead. With responsibility. As soon as her pussy is out, all I can think about is tasting it, giving her an orgasm and my own sexual pain takes an immediate back seat, my jerking hand slowing in the lap of my jeans. The sight of Lexie’s body hypnotizes me. 
“Can I touch you?” She nods shyly but eagerly, holding her breath. I hold mine, too, my palms gently grazing up her inner thighs and pushing them apart, spreading the pink slit between her legs, revealing the secrets I need to learn or I’ll die unsatisfied. “Tell me when I do something that feels good.” 
Slowly, I trace a thumb down the split of her pussy and her back arches, her gasp is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. “There,” I say in a rush, finally exhaling, tracing the edges of the nub that made her eyes roll back in her head. “Can I lick you here, baby?” Her hands fly to the mattress, fingers digging into the blanket. 
“Yes.” 
Fuck. I get to give her head. I’m down on my stomach in a heartbeat, rubbing my nose through her slick folds, inhaling Lexie, something peachy, gently dragging my tongue side to side over that little button. The sight of it makes my cock pound, my tongue licking toward it automatically, on reflex…and Lexie loses her fucking mind. A sexy sound fills my ears, her fingers sinking into my hair, pulling me closer. It’s like winning a gold medal at the Olympics. Knowing I found the exact spot that could get that reaction out of my girl has almost made me come right then. My tongue is worshipping her until I’m devouring her, doubting between French kissing her wet little pussy and teasing that perfect spot, her cries making the sweetest music in my ears. 
“Drake. Drake. Don’t stop. Don’t. Please, please, please.”
 When she comes, I swear to God, the taste of her is so sweet, so incredible, I go a little insane.
“I-I’m ready, Drake. Please.”
Despite how fucking bad I want her, I must make sure she wants this. I take a deep breath to calm my fucking dick, then I bend down to kiss her cute little nose and ask her, “Are you sure about this?”
She nods “Yes. God, yes.” 
“I don’t have a condom. I don’t—” 
“I’m on the pill. I went to the doctor myself to regulate my periods. Are you --uhm clean?” 
I’ve only been with one girl three years ago, and we were safe. “I am.” 
“Then I’m sure, Drake. Please, I want you so badly.” 
With a choked sound, I take hold of my cock and press it to her center, my life flashing in front of my eyes when I slide in a single inch and her wet pussy clenches around me like a fist. “Oh. Fuck.” I drop my face into her neck, raking my teeth against it, my hips burning with the need to thrust. Claim. Pound her into the ground.
“Are you okay, baby?” Fuck, her eyes are shut, a painful expression in her innocent face.
“I just need a moment, Drake.”
“I’ll give you anything you need, baby.” I don’t need to think about anything to distract myself. The mere fact of knowing she’s hurting is more than enough to sober me up. I cage her head in my arms and kiss her softly. I look her in the eyes, and there’s something in her eyes I’ve never seen before. Trust. 
 “I lied to you, Lexie. I’ve only been with one person like this. But that was before you. Since then, I’ve never wanted to touch anyone but you. Never been hard for anything but this…” I feel her adjusting to me, so I force in another inch. It feels better than I could’ve ever imagined. “This sweet little pussy.” I search Lexie’s flushed face and find her looking at me in wonder, surprise. 
“You…waited for me.” she whispers. 
My nod is jerky, teeth clenched. “You really haven’t figured it out yet? You can’t tell I’m obsessed with you?” I drop hard kisses all over her face, her hair, her neck. “You can’t tell I would murder, lie and steal just to have you look at me?” Her breath comes in tight pants, brown eyes glazed. 
 “I need more. You’ve been hiding from me for two years, acting like someone else. But this…this is honest. I-I want to feel it.” 
“Soon. Soon. Just let me get myself under control.” 
“Please, Drake.” Her expression is enthralled, imploring. “Fall apart.” 
I “Lexie, please. I don’t want to hurt you, baby. I want to make it perfect for you.” 
She gives me one of those smiles I craved so much, and catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she reaches down and sinks her fingernails into my ass, yanking me close and impaling herself on my rigid cock. Fuck, I want to be gentle with her, I need to but damn if she’s not making it difficult. I bury myself to the hilt, and she gasps 
 “Hurts,” she says. “You’re too big. It’s too big.” 
“What?” I struggle for awareness, my eyes unfocused as I search her face. 
“Too big…” “It hurts.” Horror hits me. I’m hurting Lexie. My Lexie. Fuck no. “No, I’ll stop.” 
“No.” She tightens her legs around my hips. “Just go slow.” 
I kiss her front. “I’ll go as slow as you need me to.” My eyes focus on her pretty face. She’s so perfectly delicate. “You’re sure, baby?”
“Yes.” She kisses my mouth to reassure me, and I groan, melting at her touch, gently rolling in and out of her. It’s a painful effort to keep the slow pace, but I want her to enjoy this. I stop for a few seconds, and I search her face. If she’s still in pain, I’ll pull out of her no matter what she says. But her lips are parted, and she seems to be getting there with me, so I continue to thrust, rhythmic and measured, our eyes hot on one another.  Her tight little pussy is making me insane. 
 “You’ve been driving me crazy,” I growl, kissing her neck. “The smell of you in class. The shape of your neck and hips and that perfect hair moving in front of me. Perfect, so perfect, so mine. And you wouldn’t even give me your eyes. It broke me. But you’ve always been mine, no matter what, huh? Nothing can change that.” I lick her neck, her throat, her mouth. I move a little faster and she cries of pleasure. “Be mine, Lexie.” 
I put my hand between us and touched her at the same spot I did when I kissed her sex. Her reaction is immediate. 
“Oh god, Drake. Just there. This is—God.”
She cries one last time, and I can feel her pleasure squeezing my cock as she comes.
An invisible string is cut when I’m finally down the other side of my peak, my heaving body collapsing on top of Lexie’s. “Lexie?” I kiss her forehead, her cheeks. “I’m… God. Are you okay?” 
Her nod gets my blood running again. 
“It finally happened,” I say, almost hoping she didn’t hear me.
“What did?”
“My fantasy came true.”
The smile she gives me is almost shy. And somehow, that’s the best part of our perfect night. 
 Lexie 
Over the years, my mother’s voice has started to fade from my head, but I can remember her saying, “Santo Dios,” when something interested her. Or made her sit up and take notice. And watching the muscles of Drake’s back move in the darkness, I mouth those words to myself. Santo Dios. After we… After what happened … I don’t know what to call what we did. I’m scared to call it “making love.” “Sex” sounds too shallow for something so intense. “Fucking” sounds too crude, too impersonal, when what passed between us couldn’t have been more personal. 
All this time, I pictured Drake meeting girls on the weekends, forgetting all about me in a quest for momentary bliss. But that wasn’t the case at all. He’s been…he waited. He waited for me. When making that confession, the raw honesty in his eyes left absolutely no doubt that he…feels something for me. Quite a lot, if I can believe what a man says in the heat of the moment. None of what Drake said felt like bullshit, though. Or a man telling a woman what she wants to hear. It was as if he’d been holding it in and pleasure broke the dam of secrets, making his walls collapsed all around me.  Leaving me with the ruins of all this new knowledge. 
I sit on the back porch of the cabin, arms wrapped around my knees, watching Drake connect the generator so we can have light. Thanks to the storm, the electricity isn’t working. Now, shirtless, he works on his knees in front of the machine, a frown of focus between his dark brows. Every minute or so, he stops working to glance over at me, his throat bobbing, his eyes watchful and hungry, the outline of his erection back to pressing against the front of his jeans. My newfound feminine vibrates, demands attention. I was too tired to put my pants back on, so I’m dressed in panties and a T-shirt. My lack of clothing feels forbidden, as does being alone at a cabin with a boy. For the whole night. And I don’t know what to do about the desire he’s fueled inside of me. I don’t know what to do with the excitement of knowing we’re both new –or almost, at exploring the bodies of the opposite sex…and all the ways we could do it now. Inside the cabin. Alone. No one to hear us, judge us, see us. No getting in trouble. Nothing holding us back. Except for what he did to me for two bitterly long years. Except for the fact that I need to get far away from here, from my father, and it won’t do me any  good to get attached to this magnetic boy.
There can only be one night. I need to make a fresh start. I need to cut myself clean off from everything that has made me feel sad and broken in the past—and whether my heart likes it or not, Drake Walker is one of those things. 
He’s looking at me right now like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. And it’s that kind of intuition he seems to have about me that is going to get me into trouble. Going to make me second-guess my determination to leave him here along with everyone and everything else I’ve grown up with. 
Drake sets down the tool in his hand and flips a switch, lighting up the porch. “Looks like it’s working.” 
“Yeah.” 
He sends me a tight smile. “They don’t call me a handyman for nothing.” It occurs to me in that moment that I don’t know a lot about Drake’s private life. I know he lives in a trailer on the other side of town. And the horrible story he told me about his family, but not much more. 
 I want to escape this place. Does he? “Are you…planning on hanging around Portavira after graduation?” 
His movements pause ever so slightly, but I catch it. “Hadn’t thought too much about it.” 
“Really?” 
“No,” he sighs. “That’s a lie.” Kneeling in front of the toolbox, his jaw tightens, his gaze eventually making its way back to me. “And I don’t want to lie to you anymore, Lexie.” 
“Then don’t,” I say quickly, holding my breath. 
“I know you want to go to college and make something of yourself, but that -that’s not an option for me. I’m just going to stay here trying to fix this old house and honor my dad’s memory.”
He evades my gaze, and the reason why is painfully obvious. “You have nothing, nothing to be ashamed about, Drake. What you’re doing with this cabin is amazing; if this is what you want to do, you should”.
Even in the muted moonlight, I can see the reddening of his cheekbones. “Believe me, for the rest of my life, I’m going to hate myself for how I treated you. I thought…” 
“What?” 
He shakes his head, but answers anyway. “That night at your house, I thought when you found out I what I did for a living, that I was there to repair your roof…you remembered I wasn’t good enough for you. That you looked down on me. I thought you were ignoring me all this time because you regretted everything that happened, everything you said. You had a momentary lapse of judgement and went back onto your pedestal, out of reach of my filthy hands. It hurt to think I disgusted you. It hurt and I took it out on you.” At the end of his explanation, my mouth is hanging open. No wonder he was so mad, lashing out all the time. He thought I was ignoring him because I thought myself better. Above him. For a prideful person like Drake, being ignored because of his status would have stung worse than anything else. 
“Why are you only telling me this now?” 
“Because it sounds like an excuse—and I’m not making one. Ever.” 
“I didn’t think I was better than you. I missed you.” That strong chest of his starts to rise and fall quickly, his gaze penetrating me through the darkness. “I know that sounds silly. It was just one night.” 
“No. I missed you, too.” He takes a step in my direction. “Still do.” His eyes close and he releases a bumpy breath. “Brutally, baby. I’ve never stopped wanting—fuck-craving you like a madman. It just killed me to see how you were so gentle and kind to everyone but me. Even before I started -bullying you.” 
Nerve tingle everywhere on my body, the need to touch and be touched by Drake increasing the temperature of my skin rapidly, making my breasts feel full, my legs weak. I’ve never tried drugs, but I understand now what addiction must be like. Fighting a pull, battling a self-destructive urge, promises an incredible high before the inevitable downward spiral. If I give him the slightest encouragement, he’s going to bring me inside and…be with me again. 
Is that what I want? Yes. 
Will giving in to my physical urges make it much harder when I have to leave town for good? Yes. Yes. 
There isn’t anything casual about Drake and me. And how can I begin to rebuild my pride, my life, if my first act of independence is giving my body to the person who made me cry so many times since sophomore year, I’ve lost count? I search for a way to change the subject. To take the focus off the connection dragging us back together. 
“Well.” I dampen my lips. “I don’t think I’ll go to college anymore. My father hid all my acceptance letters. He was never really going to let me go.” I intertwine my fingers together and tighten them until they leach of color. “Tonight, was the first time I ever spoke back to him. I was just so angry.” Several beats pass. 
“Of course, you were.” He drops down onto the back porch, a couple of feet to my right, staring out into the trees. “Hell, Lexie. I’m sorry he did that.” 
I nod. “I did a lot of thinking on the back of your bike. It’s good for that. Thinking. Isn’t it?” 
“Yeah. When you don’t want to think… it’s good for that, too.” 
“Hmm.” 
He looks over at me; hands clasped loosely between his bent knees. “What did you think about?” 
“College. How to salvage the original plan.” I feel kind of jumpy, sharing my ideas with Drake, with anyone, I’ve kept things to myself for so long, not confiding in my classmates, not getting close to others, lest my father find a way to blacken the connection. To make people sorry for interacting with me. “I was thinking…maybe I could go and see the school guidance counselor. I need all my transcripts to apply to college here in Cordonia. Once I do that, things might get easier. There has to be a way to make it work. Even if it is a little late to apply.” 
Drake nods, frowning like he’s giving my plan some serious thought. “It’s not safe for you to go back to the school, Lexie. I’ll go. I’ll do whatever you need. Pick up your transcripts or anything else. We can find a library around here to fill out the applications online…” My heart thumps heavily. All that time spent with him, getting deeper and deeper. It wouldn’t be wise. “You don’t have to do all of that.” 
“I want to.” 
His eyes are hopeful. I shouldn’t allow that hope. Nor should I rely on him for things I need to do myself. Things that will be required to take control of my life. “It’s not safe for you at the school, either. What if my father presses assault charges?” As soon as I ask the question, I shake my head. “Never mind. He’d never do that. People would know you bested him. They’d know what he did to me, too—and he’d never, never allow that. There’s nothing more important to him than his reputation.” 
“So I’ll go to the school for you?” he asks, quietly, almost too casually, but I can see the tension in his shoulders, the set of his jaw. It’s not a simple question. If I say yes to this favor, it means our…relationship will extend beyond one night. To include tomorrow—Sunday—plus Monday morning, before the school opens. It adds time to the us I know he still wants. Do I have a choice, though? My father could be there waiting for me, and that terrifies me more than my feelings for Drake do. What he’s willing to do could help me tremendously. Could start me on the path to a new beginning. “Yes,” I whisper. “You’ll go.” 
Drake swallows loudly, his eyelids closing. When he opens his eyes again, his gaze traces my bare thighs hungrily. We have until Monday now. What are we going to do with all that time? That question hangs in the air, unspoken, but louder than a shout. I can almost feel the binds tightening us together, strengthening until they become impossible to snap. And it scares me, but I need him too, even if it’s for a few days. Always loved being scared, electrified, by beautiful things, and bare-chested in the moonlight, Drake is by far the most beautiful of all. 
“Lexie…” he breathes, swallowing loudly. “I want to taste you again?” Heat envelops me, invades me. I’ve always worried I need to touch myself too often. That I have a more pronounced sexual appetite than I’m supposed to have at my age. But as Drake kneels on the lower stair in front of me and separates my thighs, kissing a path toward my apex, I know he’s the reason. Drake is the reason I’ve been riding the heel of my hand, crying frustration into my pillow, night after night after night. He’s the one that inspires the excruciating arousal—and I don’t have a shot in hell of saying no to him. Not when it comes to being physical. I just have to remember to say no to anything more. Anything beyond this. “Yes…” I lean back on my elbows. “Do it.” 
He does, and we spend the next hours lost on each other. 
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kissme-hs · 3 years
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𝒩𝑒𝓌-𝐵𝑒𝑒 {𝒸.𝑒}
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Hey guys! It’s been a while since I wrote, I’ve been fucking busy with exams and final semester but ya girl is done now so expect fics often. You can always request or if you just want to talk don’t hesitate to shoot me an ask! Here’s a little something based off the following request :)
Anonymous asked:  Chris Evans one shot chris family visits in quarantine after you guys just had your baby girl and it’s just cute watching chris mom cry thanking them for an beautiful grand baby! so the reader hugs her and it’s just cute
Warnings: None. Dad! Chris and bunch of fluff.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem! Reader
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Being blessed by a baby girl was everything for you both. Chris always wanted to be a father and ever since you gave birth to your little princess about two weeks ago Chris hasn’t stopped being grateful to you. Every morning he’ll wake up before you, make you tea just the way you like, cut you fruits and bring you in bed. Man didn’t even let you move a single thing. He wanted you to rest as much as you could. Even though the baby was delivered normally and by the grace of god it all went rather smoothly, Chris just wanted you to not worry about anything.
“Good morning baby” He chirped entering your shared bedroom. The smell of the spice tea filling up your nostrils as you stretch your arms, opening your eyes the first thing that came in view was your loving husband, standing there holding the tray. He wore a pink t-shit and a pair of sweats, the reflection of the t-shirt tinting the apple of his now shaved cheeks, after the birth of the newborn Chris immediately shaved his perfect fluffy beard because he read in one of the books that facial hair could irritate the sensitive skin of the baby. And no being able to give his sweetheart a kiss was the last thing he’d want. Seemed like 2010’s Chris era was back.
“Morning husband” you smiled sitting up to which Chris responded by setting the tray on side table and supporting your back with the palm of his hand. A soft chuckle left your mouth as you shook your head. Dad Chris was definitely extra caring and loving. Kissing your forehead Chris walked over to his side of the bed and put the tray on his lap.
“You know I’m feeling normal now baby, besides just a little soreness in my boobs” you smiled running your fingers through his soft hair and cupping his cheek, feeling the radiating warmth of you palm against his skin Chris nuzzled his nose further in the plushy skin of your hand.
“Hmm let me spoil you honey; you’ve given me the greatest gift of all. Please let me take care of you”
“But sweetness you already take care of both of us, though I might have given birth to our new one, I can never forget my first big baby” You said making his laugh out loud as he brings you closer by your chin and places a sweet long kiss on your lips.
“I love you”
“I love you too” you whispered against his lips before pulling away. His eyes sparked with the new responsibility that just came over him few days ago. Not wanting it to go away ever you remembered the day you told him you were pregnant.
“So, do you want to take break now or after the baby is born?” you asked him closing your book s he froze in track while getting under the covers of the comfortable soft bed.
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“I mean the parenting leave baby, munchkin is all set in mama’s belly” you smiled wide as you placed his hand over your belly biting your lower lip waiting for his reply. And not to your shock, his eyes instantly teared up as he attacked you with a big hug, sobbing softly in your neck making you tear up yourself. Chris always desired a family and now it was all happening, he was going to be a dad.
Pulling away he wiped his tears and lifted your t-shirt up to reveal where your love rested safely, not showing yet. He pressed his lips to the soft skin and closed his eyes letting his lips linger for a few seconds.
“Hi bubba, daddy is never leaving your side. He’ll be here now and after you’re born. I love you already my sweet love”
The memories still remained fresh after 10 months.
After a while you finished and even though you told him you were, he insisted to go clean the place and then start preparing lunch before Lisa, his mother arrives to visit the newborn. Giving in knowing the man would do what he wants regardless, you let him do so. Once you took a shower and got ready you went to your daughter’s room who was wide awake sucking on her fist probably because she was hungry.
Cooing you picked the little bundle of happiness and brought her downstairs where her father was busy stirring the sauce for now almost ready meatballs. With apron tied around his waist, his backing facing you as you stood there admiring him with your daughter in your arms. Post pregnancy emotions were no good than the previous once you had while the baby was still in the womb. Seeing his arms flexing with every move and his perfect round ass through the grey sweatpants made your mouth water. Only if you were granted the permission to have sex by your doctor, the head you would’ve given the man.
“Smells good sexy” You said walking over to him and slapping his peachy ass.
“Hey outta kitchen. You know you girls aren’t allowed inside for a few days baby” He said washing his hands and wiping with the hand towel he had placed on his shoulder before softly pushing you out of the kitchen until you were in the living room.
“babe come on, we just wanted some daddy time!! Right peaches?” you kissed your daughter’s nose which she instantly scrunched with the cold contact of your lips with his warms nose making Chris laugh. Bending down he kissed his baby’s forehead and then pecked your lips before the doorbell caught your attention.
“Mum’s here” He announced marching towards the door and engulfing his mother in a big warm hug. Walking over to her you did the same followed by Lisa rushing to wash her hands and taking the little one from your arms. Her heart filling up with adoration and love looking down upon her grandchild. You smiled softly at your mother-in-law before leading her to the living room where she could get comfortable and warm by the fireplace.
Out of all the months new bee decided to join the family in midst November in heavy snow. But you were glad, you would celebrate the Christmas as a family of three.
“She’s beautiful sweetheart” Lisa smiled as the little one wrapped her fingers around her granny’s index while she was being fed. Once you all finished your lunch it was time for the baby so here you were all four settled, comfy in front of the fireplace and crackling wood with soft music in the back.
“Thank you Ma” you said before placing the baby on your shoulder to burp her after she you’re your nipple getting sleepy. Her eyes dropping close.
“Here, I’ll burp her and put her to bed” Chris said standing up from his comfort and taking the baby from your arms before placing her on his shoulder and rubbing her back and making his way over to her room. The soft sound of Chris humming could be heard down the hallway. You were too busy in appreciating the man when the muffled sniffles caught your attention. Lisa wiped her tears with her thumb as you rubbed her back.
“Mum you okay?”
“Yes honey, just overwhelmed. I cannot thank you enough darling. You’ve made my son the happiest he’s ever been” she smiled cupping your cheek and placing a kiss on your forehead. Your eyes picked up tears with the motherly love she radiated. And now becoming a mother yourself, you understood how much your child’s happiness matters.
“No ma, I love your son to death to not give him what he deserves” You smiled pulling the old lady in a hug kissing her cheek.
“He’s all I ever wanted”
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lfg1986-2 · 2 years
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Today is a very special day. It is the incomparable @peachykeentastic’s birthday!!!
🎉🎉🎉
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My dearest Peachy,
I already know that there aren’t enough words in this universe to describe what you mean to me, but I will do what I can because you deserve to hear even just a fraction of how special you are to me.
You came into my life at the exact second I needed you. I’ve had many friends in this fandom and several of them have been and still are very dear to me, but you snuck up on me like a ninja and caught me right as I felt I was becoming untethered to everything and everyone that had been so important to me in this fandom. And you held on tight and refused to let me drift away into the dark. You somehow managed to know exactly what I needed at the exact right time I needed it, and you pushed and pulled and carried me until I was able to stand on my own two feet again. YOU are the reason I’m still here, along with the beautiful little family you helped me create. And I will never be able to thank you enough for that.
My darling girl, you have one of the absolute biggest and purest and most generous hearts of everyone I’ve ever known. Even in your most angry moments, you still find it in yourself to choose kindness again and again. You refuse to let anyone darken your rainbow with grey clouds, you eternally live in the bright, beautiful happily ever after part of life. You inspire me every day to see the good in people and in myself, and you remind me what it means to dream of impossible things that aren’t so impossible after all. You are joy personified, and my life is so much better and brighter and richer for having you in it.
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My wish for you on your birthday is to be surrounded with all your favorite things in the world. Your favorite people, your favorite food(s…it’s your birthday, INDULGE!), your favorite places, your favorite activities, your favorite music, and of course, all the love from every person who knows and adores you, of which I know there are many. You deserve to have everything you could ever wish for, and if I had a choice to pick one thing for you…I think you know what I would choose. 😉
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Sadly, I don’t have control over that, but anything else in my power to give you, I would do it in a heartbeat. Because what you have given me these past months is beyond anything I could have even imagined to wish for. You just…appeared, like a miracle I didn’t know to ask for, and you changed my life in so many wonderful ways. I don’t even want to think of what would have happened if you hadn’t found me when you did. But thank goodness I never have to find out. And now that you’re here, I’m never, ever letting you go. You’re my person. The Sam to my Frodo, the Meredith to my Christina, my rock, my heart.
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Happy birthday, my sweet friend. You deserve to be celebrated every day, but today you get an extra bit of love and adoration sprinkled on top.
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I leave you with this last thing to keep you floating through your day: the quintessential Charmie moment. May we all be blessed to see this again soon.
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💞💞💞
I love you so much. 💗💗💗
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amnxsia · 3 years
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The Honored One 
“Throughout heaven and earth, I alone am the honored one. Only my pleasure and displeasure exists.”
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A/n: This fic is apart of @zeeroweenies​ fright night collab!
Thank you to @namrekcaivel and @peachy-momos for beta reading!
Both Eren and reader are aged up they are around 4000 years old! 
Mikasa is ooc
Taglist: @kirsteiiins @callmepromise, @namischild, @namrekcaivel, @aotwrites, @erens-piss-cleaner, @sofi-yeager, @peachysimp, @fiaficsxo, @eremiie, @odmlevis, @instantnuma, @levibasketcase, @weepinglevi, @bruhstories, @yuedama
Summary: What do mortals with powers of a demigod on their side desire the most? More power. But that’s were you come in.
Content: A lot of violence, descriptions of violence, death (the reader nor eren dies), angst, smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, mentions of sacrilege, fingering (fem is receiving) virginity loss but with a twist, squirting, unprotected sex. 
Trigger Warnings: Violence, descriptions of violence, death, descriptions of death, blood, murder, god complex, impact play, edging,  praise kink, corruption.
Word Count: 6436
all references to chainsaw man, jujustu kaisen, and attack on titan belongs to the authors only. 
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Demigods which are offsprings of a god and a human. This particular demigod was the offspring of Grisha and Carla Jeager. Grisha was the god of health and medicine; Asclepius. While Carla was just a ordinary beautiful and strong human who somehow, someway caught the eye of Grisha. They would wed and birth the demigod of war and violence;
Eren Jaeger.
2000 years ago
Carla’s village said his name like a prayer almost everyday at the altar, and it was for sure a prayer. Every since the council of her village had came into contact with him they had gain new and powerful powers, but women of all ages went missing under strange circumstances rumors had started spreading like wildfire, the one rumor that stood out from them all to her was “he would first take their pureness and then devour their souls, as a punishment of falling for temptation.”
Carla’s heart sank, and her anger boiled inside of her now knowing the reason why her mother and dear sisters went missing all those years ago. The endless crying, the endless begging to Gods, now knowing that Grisha Jaeger was her god, he had saved her and her village from living-hell so it only made sense that he take anything and everything that she held dear to he heart. Except for one thing.
You can’t gain anything if you don’t lose anything, right?
Carla dashes out of her old home, nothing but pure hatred, rage, flowing through her veins.
It was a windy, rainy night but that didn’t stop her. She used her “Infinity” to shield her body and view from the falling rain. She keeps running until she finds herself in the main street of the village, she see a moving figure above a lifeless corpse feasting on it’s arm, their face entirely covered in stained blood, from freshly feasting on a arm the once stained blood covered with fresh dripping blood, dripping on the person’s abdomen.
Carla’s grip on her katana tightens.
“GRISHA.” Carla says her breathing becoming labored from all the pent of emotions.
The figure stops and takes off their coat revealing a toned body, paired with sliver rings, accompanied with army boots.
Grisha smirks at Carla. “Well hello Carla I’m so sorry you had to find me like this feasting upon these mortals but I can’t help it, a god has to eat too right?”
“You bastard, how dare you show up to this village, make everyone trust you, and then go behind their backs like this.”
“Oh? You care about these pathetic mortals all of sudden? Don’t you remember what you did? When you finally decided not to give a shit, and finally gave into your bloodlust.”
Your grip on your katana tightens “Don’t try to spin this around on me, what happened to helping, treating everyone, protecting everyone.” 
“PROTECTING EREN?!?”
“What happened to him, huh? What happened to us?”
Grisha starts laughing.
“Eren will end up just like us, but he would be better than me, he would not fall in love with a pathetic mortal. Carla don’t you realize I used you, just for the sake of continuing my bloodline, so the Jaeger family can continue on without me.”
Ignoring the hateful words that came out of Grisha’s mouth. Carla unhooks her katana’s from the case, without having to look up she notices energy started to from from the dead corpses' Grisha had feasted upon.
5?
No.
10?
No.
15.
Alright.
Carla starts to sprint towards the corpses slicing open the first 5.
I can’t spend too much energy on these corpses' I need to save it for Grisha.
In the distance she see’s a chain wrapped around a pole. 
I could insert some of my energy into the chain, and then somehow make the rest of the corpses come into contact with it, then automatically killing them all. 
But there’s a car in front of the pole.
No problem.
Carla starts to run faster, and then pushes her body up in the air, gracefully lacing her hand with the chain.
Just a little energy.
Exerting a small amount of energy with the chain Carla swings the chain in the direction of all the corpses, killing them all.
“GIRSHA” She says running and grabbing her katana and covering it with the chain. She was focused, determined to strike down her husband. She jumps on the roofs of multiple houses.
She knows he’s out of luck by sensing his cursed energy weakening by the minute.
She looks at her surroundings she sees nothing out of the ordinary. So she pulls out a seal, folds in it half, then takes the fold and positions it at the end of her blade slicing it in half, and then positioning it once more so it could stay in place.
And she aims at Grisha.
“Sealing Technique-.”
And then she hears it.
Crying.
A baby.
A baby crying.
She looks around frantically, and then she spots the baby in the middle of the road.
“EREN!”
She jumps off the roof of the house she had once been running on. She instantly lands near Eren’s side dropping her weapon. She swoops down and collects Eren in her arms she starts to rock him with a simile on her face. She looks around her and see’s Grisha grabbing at the Earth she knows she doesn’t have much time left with her son, but she makes it count.
“Eren listen to me and listen to me well. In another 2000 years I will be reincarnated so just wait for me okay? Whoever I reincarnate into please be kind and be loving, don’t let your father’s energy and powers manipulate you into something that you aren’t. Be true and stay true to who you are. I wished I had more time with you as mother and son, but it’s just the way it is loving certain people, loving your father to be specific but I wouldn’t have it any other I love him & you so much. Goodbye Eren.”
And with that Carla feels something sharp go into her back and somehow she gently places you down onto the grass. She falls onto her back, looking upward to meet her husbands lusted filled eyes.
Somehow Carla managed to do the unthinkable.
“Eren will overcome the curse of the Jaeger family, and he will seal your presence away for good I promise you Grisha but first let’s rest for another 2000 years until we meet again.”
Grisha doesn’t say anything.
Carla makes a gesture with her hands and Grisha feels a gust of a wind and looks over and see’s a katana with a sealing heading straight towards his head.
Grisha feels blood trickle down his forehead as he begins to wobble on his feet. He collapses next to Carla who’s takes his hand into his. 
Carla and Grisha both looks over at Eren who’s already out of his blanket, already at the of age 7 he walks towards the rising sun and after taking seven steps Eren looks back at his dying parents he points to the sun and says with a smirk on his face “Throughout Heaven and Earth I alone am The Honored One.”
2000 years later
You awake to your mother patting on your shoulder. “Y/n it’s time to get up today is  a special day for our village and the people in it.”
“What day is it today Mother?” You ask sleep still heavy on your mind.
“Today is the day where we welcome the person who will save us.”
For some reason your head begins to hurt, but you dismiss the feeling.
“Okay. Let me get dress, and I’ll be out there.”
And with that your mother leaves you by yourself to get dressed. While discarding your sleeping clothes you can’t help but to let your mind wander on the mystery person who would “save” your village.
Now making your way to the altar where everyone is supposed to be at, you see your mother and your best friend so you decide to stand by them, and welcome the stranger. While talking to your friend about the mysterious savior you feel a sense of deja vu washes over you. But before you can say anything a group of people begin to come into your line of sight.
 They’re all walking in front of the person of the hour. But your eyes ignore them and they swiftly land on the boy who’s hair is swept back into a manbun, a single ring adorning his thumb. The group of people finally make it to where you and all the other citizens are standing.
The priest says his hello’s, welcome’s, and thank you’s for gathering here. And then he finally turns to boy and introduces him as Eren Jaeger; a demigod who has come to aid the village.
Eren eyes dart to the crowd.
Without even doing, saying anything, everyone got on their knees and hands for him, exchanging thank you’s, welcome’s, and how they believed that he was the almighty one and how blessed they are to be graced with his presence.
But you weren’t on your knees thanking him, no you were there standing with a straight face staring at him. Everyone goes quiet at your clear disrespect, you could hear the faint rustling of the grass you were standing on. The deja vu you were feeling earlier became stronger, and you were determined to figure it out why even if it meant dying at the hands of a god.
Eren’s eyes dart to yours causing the wind current to change. The tension between you both began to thicken. And that’s when Eren begins to walk towards you, but you don’t back down, your body doesn’t shake with fear, not one of your thoughts in your mind tell you to run away. No you were unfazed by him.
Eren’s face is now centimeters apart from yours, you both look directly into each other’s eyes, no you both were looking directly into each other’s souls, trying to find something, anything that you both could grab on and never let go. And that’s when you see his hand come into contact with your jaw, his fingers were pretty you thought.
He drags his index finger across your jaw, and then cups your entire face with his hand. 
“What’s your name, pet?”
“M’ not your pet, get your hands off me.” You slap his hand away from his face.
The contact between you and Eren went straight to his cock, making his entire body shiver in ecstasy.    
Ah. There it is.
“Y/N-” your mother said quickly getting up reaching for your body.
Eren quickly looks to where your mother is “Shut up, and sit down mortal this isn’t your concern.”
Your mother quickly mutters a apology and returns to where she once sat. 
That created arousal which began to drip down into your panties.
Eren turns away from you and your mother his eyes now focused on the higher ups “remember our deal.”
“Yes of course.”
And with that the higher ups begin to make their leave but they notice that Eren is not following them.
“Sir is something wrong?”
Eren ignores them and begins to walk back towards you, this time he grabs your neck roughly, and slams you into the grass, and presses his half-hardened cock against your lower thigh.
“I asked you a question, and I expect you to answer it yeah?”
“Y/n.”
“Y/n what? Use your words pet.”
“Y/n L/n”
And with that he lets you go and retreats with the other higher ups with a smirk on his face.
But he stops again and turns back to you.
He turns to the other people who are still on their knees, and the higher ups. 
“Leave us.” he says and everyone is dismissed, now leaving you and him.
Eren sits down on the grass next you.
“I thought it was common courtesy when a human of low standards like yourself interacts with a high being like myself they’re supposed to kiss me, as a token of their gratitude.”
“And who said I’m grateful to you? All I did was give you my name. And speaking of names you never told me yours.”
“My name? No one has ever been interested in my name, just my title.”
“Title?”
Eren smiles “Each God has it’s own title which everyone refers them to, my birth name is unimportant to the world.”
The sun is beginning to set, and you both fall into a comfortable silence. You gain the courage to break it.
“What if it’s important to me?”
“Oh? We’ve only knew each other for a whole hour and you already asking for my name.” Eren says getting up from sitting on the grass.
“Yeah so?”
That’s when Eren bends over and and his lips are close to the shell of your ear, “You’re going to have to work, beg, show me that you’re worthy of knowing my name and title, and maybe who knows maybe I’ll give you so much more, I genuinely find you intriguing” Eren said licking and gently biting the shell of your ear. 
“So do I” you said your core throbbing with anticipation. “I’m glad, well I’ll see you around pet.” And with that Eren disappears leaving you with a ache between your legs, and so many unanswered questions.
After catching your breath, you began to make your way home realizing that so much time had passed during your conversation with Eren. While making it closer to your home you mind begins to wander about the many things Eren had said. The feeling of remembering him, but from where exactly all clouded your mind, and the ache he left in between your legs. 
You finally arrive at your front door, inhaling a deep breath and exhaling. You open your door to find a empty house, and a note on the dining room table. You walk over to pluck it from the table reading;
Out to get something for dinner! - Mom
Weird. You thought to yourself. Mother always used to preach about being in the house at an appropriate and decent time. You dismiss the thought, turning over the note to see if there was anything else written on it.
The second your skin comes in contact with the note, a surge of electricity shoots through your body going straight to your core. it made you collapse slightly to the floor, making you rut against it causing tiny moans to spill out from your virgin mouth. Your mind instantly shoots back to your interaction with Eren, his words causing more moans to fall out
You dig your hands into your thighs, ceasing, the moans coming from you. But the throbbing in your legs doesn’t cease no they intensify. During this moment and time, nothing else mattered except Eren.
You began to stand up and make your way towards your bedroom. Not after 5 minutes, you find yourself inside your room. You close the door and quickly place yourself in your bed, you prop your legs up and slightly spread your legs so you could have access to your cunt.
But this is as far as you can go, begin a virgin you weren’t sure what to do. all you ever did was dry hump your pillow and sheets when Mother wasn’t looking or wasn’t near.
So you pondered about the best way to successfully chase and fully experience your release. You finally decide to start teasing yourself at the hem of your panties. 
You pause. Deciding to give yourself a moment to rest.
You finally pull down your panties and spread your legs even wider to access even more of your cunt.
You finally enter a finger into your cunt; the new intrusion hurts a bit but the pain quickly transforms into pleasure, overcome by the new found pleasure you quickly thrust your single finger in out of your swollen cunt.
But you suddenly stop. Eren’s words about working for something you want comes rushing back to you. You decide to slow down to relax your breathing.
You close your eyes for what seems about entirety until you open them. Titling your head from the ceiling you see Eren sitting on a chair in front of you with his head in the palm of his ring, adorned hand
“My my, what do we have here?” Eren says in a teasing tone.
“I-” You say with your finger still knuckles deep in your cunt.
“Shush pet, it’s fine. Don’t be ashamed you look so beautiful like that.” Eren says getting up from his chair as he begins to take off his shirt. 
Your mind begins to wander, in thought about how good Eren looks right now before you. shirt thrown to the floor, a  chest sculpted by God. your eyes quickly shift to his cock which is painfully strained against his pants; his hair pulled back into a manbun but it soon begins to unravel. Eren fully discards the hair tie, his brown locks falling to his shoulders.”
Before you know it, Eren is now straddling you. he grabs your hand, swiftly taking your single finger out of your cunt and bringing it to his mouth, licking your finger clean.
Virgin.
Eren’s lust filled eyes dart to your glassy ones. He can feel your trembles beneath him.
Poor baby.
“Pet, what are you so afraid of? I’m not gonna hurt you.” Eren leans down to you biting your earlobe and whispers; “Not unless you want me to of course.”
 You begin to panic. “No, no of course not. I’ve just never done this before.” Eren smirks, giving you a peck on the forehead before scooting off the bed to drop down and come face to face with your throbbing cunt.
The sight of your needy little virgin hole waiting to be filled goes straight to Eren’s cock.
Eren quickly runs his index finger across your folds, gathering your juices. A guttural moan escapes your mouth causing you to shove your face into the pillows, hiding from embarrassment. Eren reaches his hand over your body. he cups your face, guiding it to look at him. 
But before you start, what and who are you?” You ask with pure curiosity lacing your voice. Eren spreads your legs and traces your outer thighs with his pointer finger, smirking to himself.
And at that moment, Eren plunges three of his fingers into your cunt. You release a pornographic like moan.
“I’m whatever you want me to be.”
And at that moment, Eren plunges three of his fingers into your cunt. You release a pornographic like moan.
Naughty girl.
Eren stops momentarily letting you adjust to his size. And after a few seconds he begins to speed up.
“W-what do you mean whatever I want you to be?” You say whimpers catching into your throat.
Eren’s voice was shrouded with lust and darkness.
“That means I can be Your Friend.”
Eren’s body begins to shift to different parts of the room with each word.
“A Lover.”
“A God.”
“The Devil himself.”
“Eren.”
“A son.”
“A Demigod.”
“A human.”
Every word seems to draw you closer to your release.
“Eren I’m-”
“I know pet, cum for me.”
“I’m- cumming!!!”
“Yes, yes just like that pet you got this.” Eren coos into your ear.
And on cue you cum around Eren’s fingers.
What’s happening?
Why does everything feel so good?
Where am I?
So many questions. But the only thing you could think and care about was how good it finally feels to be corrupted. To finally be conquered by the mysterious boy you feel so connected to for some odd reason.
 And suddenly, you’re brought back to reality by the sounds of slurping. You prop yourself up from the bed to see Eren licking his fingers clean from what it seems to be as your juices.
“That was a pretty intense orgasm pet, didn’t know you were a squirter.”
“I didn’t know that either, glad we know now huh?”
“We? So you’re saying there’s a next time?”
“There’s always a next time.”
Eren’s shit-eating grin forms on his face, he gets up and pushes you down onto the bed.
Both of you were panting like bitches in heat. it sure was turning you both on again. But Eren doesn’t do anything. no, he does the opposite. he leans close to your ear and whispers;
“That’s my girl.”
“What-?”
Before you can say anything else, Eren snaps his fingers and disappears. But then the room transports you elsewhere. 
 You’re blinded by a light which takes you a moment to readjust to the lightning. after a few seconds, you open your eyes and awake in a sandy area. The grainy but soft sand slides across your bare body. And for some reason, your hand comes up to your hair; its long and shoulder length. Then you look up to see trails of light in the sky resembling an aurora.
“Hello?! is anyone here?!” You question, trying to get up from the sand but you can’t move. You begin to panic, heartbeat accelerating. “Hello?!! Someone help me! I can’t move, I’m stuck here!!”  
“Hello, is anyone here?” You say trying to get up from the sand but you can’t move. 
You begin to panic, your heartbeat begins to accelerate. “Hello?!! Someone help me I can’t move I’m stuck here!!”
You see a figure in the distance.
Its a girl holding a pail. She has blonde hair thats reaches to her shoulder with a headband accompanying it. though her emotions and face looks unreadable.
“HELLO CAN YOU HELP ME PLEASE I DONT KNOW HOW I GOT HERE OR WHY BUT PLEASE HELP ME!!”
The girl crouches down next to you and begins molding your body with the sand.
“Thank you so much. I can’t move, the sand is burying my body.” 
But she doesn’t responds. You’re confused. why isn’t she saying or doing anything to help you get out of here?
As you begin to lose yourself in thought, you catch a glimpse of a few more figures. but as they come closer, you realize that there are more people in the crowd.
Hundreds?
Thousands?
Millions? 
As they get more and more closer to you, you see they’re all walking in a single file line, each of them chained up by their necks and hands.
You look back to the girl to see if her expression changed even a bit.
Nothing. 
She doesn’t even look their way, her eyes paying attention to you and the sand in her hands only.
The people circle around you and the girl, but one of them stands in front of you; their leader. Your eyes dart to the person before you.
“Who are you? What is this place?”
“My name is Carla Jaeger. I’m the past Control Devil, and you’re in the Paths.”
“Paths? Control Devil?”
“Yes, the Paths are where the pervious and most recent Control Devils come to meet but time is irrelevant and conflicting here. The Control Devil is the embodiment of control and order.”
Carla raises her hand out and snaps them, transporting you and everyone to where all the trails converge into one. There, you notice a big glowing-like tree.
“This is the Coordinate. this where all and every human beings come to cross.”
The girl finally stops molding the sand and stands back up with her pail and leaves.
Suddenly, the sand on your body feels lighter so you proceed to get up.
Your appearance has changed. Your hair has become longer and reaches down to your shoulders; the clothes you were once wearing has changed to a white shirt with dark pants and black boots.
As soon you as you rise from the sand, all the previous Control Devil holder’s quickly got down on their hands and knees.
You ignore their presence and you make your way towards Carla.
“I need answers.”
“About?”
“Everything. What the Control Devil is, it’s abilities. and why I am here?”  
Carla sighs, her body tenses. “If I do, your life will be forever changed.”
You stand in front of the glowing tree admiring it.
“My life changed when Eren Jaeger appeared in it.”
“How did you? I didn’t say-” Carla says while approaching you. But then she quickly decides against it, sitting down on the sand instead.
“It’s funny how much information you can get from someone’s body language.”
“Alright, I’ll tell you then. But first off, you need to learn the Jaeger curse and why your here.”
“Go on.”
Jaeger curse? You thought.
“You’re a reincarnation of me. Of the Control Devil specifically. When devils die, they’re automatically reincarnated in the Paths.” 
“So that’s why I’m here.” Your voice laced with a tone of sadness.
“Yes.”
“And the Jaeger curse?”
“The Jaeger curse is a curse within my family. Or the family I married into to be specific. The curse is tempting someone to willingly give something away to gain something else. 2000 years ago, my husband Grisha fell to the curse. we fought, we both died. and Eren-”
“What happened to Eren?” 
“Grisha implanted some of his memories into him. And when you awaken your powers, the memories of Grisha would awaken.” For some reason your blood began to boil and your fists began to ball. You walked to Carla, grabbing her by her chain, forcing her to look directly at you.
“If your implying that my only purpose on this Earth was to kill your only son, then go to hell! What’s the purpose of this reincarnation if all we’re going to do is kill our own flesh and blood?”
“You can’t gain anything in this world without sacrificing something. That’s just how the world is, it’s how that village is.”
“What do you mean that’s how the village is?”
“They’re plotting to kill you both during the Rumbling.”
The Rumbling was a festival where the village would gather together and watch the moon crumble to the sea. it would once again purify the sins of the Earth.
“I’m not letting that happen, not a snowballs chance in hell. How do we break the curse and stop the Rumbling?”
“That’s up to you and Eren I’m afraid.”
Carla’s will over her own body was fading, slowly dissipating. you ran up to her body, grabbing her chain once again, and you closed the distance between you both. 
 “MY NAME IS Y/N L/N, THE NEXT HOLDER OF THE CONTROL DEVIL! CARLA JAEGER, AND THE PREVIOUS HOLDERS OF THE CONTROL DEVIL, WITH MY ALL AND EVERY SINGLE OUNCE OF MY POWER, I WILL PUT A END TO THIS CURSE AND TO THIS WORLD!” 
 And with that, every single detail of the Control Devil appeared. All 13 previous holders point their finger at you as their memories come rushing to you simultaneously.
Control Devil Abilities:
Other names; Y/n L/n
Divergence: Crush anyone with an invisible force
Convergence: Can kill anyone if they look, or point at the target
Enhanced smell
Can absorb the life spans of humans through physical contact
Can bestow contracts upon humans 
Restores its health by consuming blood
Should revive in Hell after being killed effectively making it an immortal
Hades Abilities:
Other names; Eren Jaeger 
Inhuman Speed: Can travel and attack at high speeds.
Can sever the arms of several humans.
Death Stare: If staring directly at another being, they will begin to hemorrhage immense amounts of blood until death.
Like the Control Devil Hades can bestow contracts upon humans
Enhanced smell
Unlike the Control Devil Hades will not be reincarnated if the Jaeger curse is broken
Has the power to call on the Founder
You awake, you’re still in your bed. you look down to see your hand out of your folds with cum oozing out of you.
Oh, so that’s what he did. Smart.
You rise from your bed. The Control Devil’s powers, the markings, and the memories; they’re all freshly settling in your brain.
You make your way towards your bedroom mirror taking in your new appearance. 
You smile to yourself tracing your hand on the mirror.
2000 years.
I’m going to kill them all.
I’m going kill them all and I won’t care.
Why?
Because I can and I will.
Starting with that fucking woman.
You put on your shoes, you make your way downstairs noticing that your Mother still wasn’t home but that was alright you thought to yourself knowing you had enough time to carry out your plan.
You enter the kitchen to find the listed items; vinegar, acid, a hammer, and nails.
And you head to the living room to find a stack of playing cards.
You knew that Mother loved white wine, and card games it was her favorites. She talked to fucking much and it’s now going be the reason she dies tonight.
Ironic.
You get two wine cups from the cupboard first filling the cup with actually white wine, secondly adding vinegar, thirdly adding two large doses of acid. And then setting the cards in the middle of the table.
You sit in one of the chairs while propping one of your legs over the other. You decide to drift off to sleep until your Mother arrives home.
You awake from sleep to the sound of a door opening and then quickly closing.
“Ah Y/n sweetie did I wake you?”
“No you didn’t Mother I was actually waiting for you.”
“Oh? What’s the matter?”
“I planned a game for us since we never hangout like Mother and Daughters are supposed to.”
“Oh Y/n you didn’t have to, plus it’s late we should be sleep by now.”
“Oh but I wanted to Mother, and sleep can wait.”
“If you insist then. What’s the game?”
“Drinking and Gambling.”
“What are we gambling?”
Your pathetic life.
“You’ll see.”
“What are the rules?”
“There are no rules we just drink, and talk about our day.”
“Do you want to go first Mother?”
“Sure why not.”
You lean back into your chair patiently waiting for her take a sip of her wine which would cause her to unravel soon, then the real game would begin.
“Nothing really happened today I just worked, helped children and elders at the community center. I met the “Savior” there he told me how good of a person you were. He finds you intriguing. I also meet some of the higher ups who are there to protect Eren their names are Floch, and Armin. He also hangs around a girl named Mikasa.”
“Oh that’s interesting to know thank you so much for sharing.”
“No problem darling, I also went to get food for dinner but it’s cold now so sorry about that.” She starts to giggle a red flush decorating her face showing that the wine is getting to her.
It’s time.
“Let’s play another game shall we? This is going to be the gambling part.” You said taking the cards from the middle of the table, and then opening the box depositing them all on the table in front of you. 
“Oooooo cards!!!” 
You quietly mutter under your breath; “Contract bestowing.”
“Mother before the game starts I’m going to need you to repeat a few words after me.”
“Mmm sure honey!!!”
Bingo.
“Y/n is going to reveal everything about herself and in exchange if I lie I will die.”
You set the hammer and nails down on the table.
“Uh oh honey what’s with the hammer??”
“Oh nothing it’s just for if you decide to step out of line.”
Your mother’s façade changes within seconds and the real person shows.
“Well well, it seems that my daughter is no longer the girl I thought she used to be.”
“Ah there we are! I wasn’t sure if I would need the extra add-ons.” You said pointing to the nails and then throwing them across the room.
“All I need is the hammer and we’re good to go. So mother, do you notice anything different at all? Have any questions or answers for me?”
“You’re not a virgin anymore.”
“Hehe no I am not, your almighty savior took it for me, which I gladly obliged.”
“You’re a slut.” Your mother said her knuckles turning white from how tightly she held the glass.
“No no I’m not a slut mother I’m the Control Devil, and that “Savior” you were talking about isn't a savior at all, he’s Hades or the god of War and Violence.”
“You’re wrong.” Your mother said tears flowing down her face.
“Am I though? All they want in the end is me and Eren’s head on a stake, and our powers for themselves,  they don't care who they hurt unless we’re both 6ft under.”
You get up from your seat making your way towards your mother you crouch down to her ear “In other words, your mere existence means nothing to me and to them, you’re a slave; nothing more than cattle.”
Out of the corner of your eye you see your mother holding a knife in her hand and before you know it she swiftly shoves you with your shoulder causing you to fall down on the floor.
“I’m going to make sure that you die here tonight daughter.” 
She stabs you in the stomach multiple times, the squelching of the knife going in and out of your torso almost unbearable for her to hear but at the same time she feels no remorse.
After about 10 minutes of her stabbing you endlessly just to make sure you were completely dead. She drops the knife on blood-covered floor near your body.
She takes in the scene of the bloody living room, the bookshelf she slammed you into disheveled, the wine glass she was drinking out of on the floor, the hammer you had in your hand flew across the living room and it was a few centimeters away from your body.
“Stupid girl.” She sighed turning around but she suddenly stops in her tracks.
“sTUpiD gIRL¿“ You say rising from the blood covered floor.
“How are you-”
“I made sure you were-”
“dEAD¿ aLiVE?”
You begin to laugh hysterically.
“Your supposed to be dead, I stabbed you over at least 100 times.” Her blood running cold at the mere thought.
You begin to walk to your mother with your organs hanging out your stomach, you place your hand into your stomach ripping out one of your large intestine.
By eating one of intestine you instantly get all of your powers, the stab wounds in your stomach heals and disappears.
“tHATS cORRECT yoU dID sTab mE oVer 100 tIMES, bUT yOU fAil tO rEaliSE...”
“What are you?” She said in a hushed tone cutting you off.
The Honored One. 
“Divergence.” You said raising your hands snapping them with a sinister simile plastered on your face.
Instantly your mother’s limbs, organs, flesh, blood covers everything in the house, painting your face with a dark crimson red flesh mixed in with it. You turn your head darting to the beating heart in the middle of room picking it up you crush her heart.
“...only my displeasure and pleasure exist. No matter how many times you think you’ve stabbed me, no matter how much you want me dead, only my feelings thoughts, and actions exist.”
The Control Devil has awaken! 
The Control Devil has murdered their whole village in a span of 24 hours!
The Control Devil has murdered 1300 people!
Eren’s POV: 2 hours after The Control Devil Awakening, 5 Hours until the Rumbling.
Ah so it’s finally happening.
2000 years.
Oh how I have yearned to meet you Control Devil.
“Master!” I hear Mikasa voice dragging me out of my thoughts. 
“What is it Minnie?”
“You need to stay inside HQ, the Control Devil has awakened!” Mikasa says panic lacing her voice but cracks with nervousness.
“Yes I know Minnie. I’m glad you’re here with me.” I say but the eagerness to meet the Control Devil is getting the better of me.
Mikasa face starts to dust with red pure innocence laced with it. But the throbbing in her panties is covered in pure lust.
Ah. There it is. 
“Minnie why don’t we dance to your favorite song?”
Mikasa’s face brightens up “Stay with Me by Miki please!”
“Of course” I say getting up to the phonograph.
Stay with Me by Miki Mastubara is now playing.
I cry at your door midnight, but you never came back. 
“Master?”
“Yes Minnie?”
“Where were you that night you arrived in the village?” Mikasa said voice laced with pure sadness.
“I met someone new.”
“O-oh”
I reach to cup Mikasa’s cheek.
She hugs me.
“But don’t worry Minnie you’re the only one I have eyes for.”
You always say the same, but I embrace these moments. 
“Master I enjoy our time together no matter how short they are.”
“As so do I.”
“But I have a idea.”
“Oh?”
“I want you deflower me. No no I want us to deflower each other, us both being virgins and you saying you only have eyes for me so I think, no I know that I want us to do this as promise to each other. That we would be committed to each other for all of eternity.”
The phonograph comes to a screeching stop.
“Minnie I don’t think you know what you’re asking for.”
Mikasa suddenly drops to her knees and begins to cry.
“Master please! We’ve know each other since childhood, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! THERE IS NO ONE ELSE FOR ME ITS YOU IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I COULD DIE.”
Eren crouches down to Mikasa and picks up her gently forcing her to look at him.
“Then die.” Eren looks into Mikasa eyes and her head begins to severely ache.
 She beings to scream, her eyes starts to pour out blood, her mouth begins to cough out blood, her ears begin to pool out blood, her nose starts to bleed, but unfortunately for her no one can hear her.
Death Stare.
Her head instantly erupts into nothing but blood and brain matter causing Eren to be covered in blood.
Eren smirks at the mess he’s made.
The phonograph begins to play Stay with Me again.
And those moments are the moments I’ll never forget. 
The door opens to you standing there with a delicate simile with blood on your clothes. 
Eren sits down in his chair.
“Well well, if it isn’t the Control Devil. Pleasure to meet you.”
To be continued?
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The Loves of my Entire Life
tw ; descriptions +/ talk of body horror, gore, blood, breaks ins / home intrusion and murder
The shift in Nevada's society and over-all structure had changed drastically over time. This wasn't anything new to say or anything remotely unfathomable. It was a simple fact of the matter that people seemed to grow used to, slowly numbing and adjusting to it all. Sure, it was a grim thought in retrospect but..it happens. Well, rarely it happens, nobody really knew if there was another case like this somewhere out there. Nobody really cared about that thought anymore either.
Hofnarr had changed with Nevada in several ways. For the most part, he'd been able to keep some slivers of his old life. He was still in a home like his old one (he wasn't sure how it'd been left in such fine condition, he didn't bother asking questions about luck like this), he was still intact, and he still had you. Granted, you'd had much more noticeable changes in yourself as well.
He'd become far more of a morning person, much to his and your surprise. His previous habit of staying up all night working turning into him waking up far too early for your taste. He was always careful to not wake you when he got up, even just laying there until you got up yourself sometimes. Despite everything, despite all the new fears and things to worry about, despite the risks of dying at any given moment-
he doesn't think he's ever slept this well.
At first he'd just joked that it was because you were warm or because the weight of your arms around him or your head on his chest was comforting. It wasn't entirely a lie, either which way, you really did help him feel at peace. Then he'd started to think on it more and more, zoning out for a period as he went over the thought. While he was still stressed, scared and overwhelmed at times, he felt freed.
He didn't have to worry about performing perfectly under deadlines and watchful eyes. He didn't have to worry about being completely professional nor about jokes and attempts at small talk that fell flat under unamused sighs and stares. He didn't have to worry about Phobos, his job, anything of that manner. It felt nice.
Though, of course, there were still times he had to remember it wasn't always peachy.
It was another one of those nights where he'd woken up in the middle of it. They weren't annoyingly common but they weren't rare either, most times he was able to toss and turn a little and then fall back asleep. This time though, it proved to be more stubborn. Despite him only having really slept for an hour or two, he felt perfectly awake.
He felt a sigh pass by his lips as he begrudgingly sat up, idling for a moment as he fought against his lack of motivation to get up. Briefly, he'd glanced over his shoulder to look at you, shifting his focus temporarily in hopes it'd help. It did. You were still passed out, the majority of your figure hidden under a blanket, save for your hand that stuck out from under it.
He couldn't help the little chuckle that'd bubbled up in his throat at the sight. Carefully, he'd reached and held onto it for a moment, either as some sort of wordless signal he would be back (he was sure you wouldn't have known, he just didn't know how else to explain it and he was still flustered to admit he just liked feeling your touch sometimes). He could feel your hand twitch a bit, distantly registering the weight of his. He'd smiled at that, brushing a thumb over your skin gently, grinning to himself when he'd heard the familiar rumble of you purring. He'd stayed there for a moment or two, simply enjoying the little moment of affection before he'd hesitantly pulled his hand away.
He'd shook his head slightly, some sort of attempt to clear it as he stood up, cringing internally at the cold of the floorboards. Nevada could get bitingly frigid at night, it'd been hard to adjust to given how blistering it was when the red sky rose, but you'd both done your best. It was dark ; furniture and walls as guides only being vague shapes and outlines in his vision. It'd been hard to find his way around at night when everything had first spiraled, with no sun that meant no moon, much to his grimace. Luckily though, you start to gain muscle memory of your house after the nth day there, it was a small blessing he could enjoy.
Gingerly, he'd pulled a cup from one of the cabinets, hoping he could just get a glass of water then lay back down. His previous restlessness had melted into a sleepless exhaustion, something he hoped to change soon. He'd felt any lingering wisps of sleep snap away when he'd heard that one sound he'd grown so accustomed to.
A click.
"Put your hands where I can see them," the voice was rough, scratched and bruised in its heaviness.
Just from that voice he knew he didn't have any chance of fighting without any sort of proper weapon. He could only hope and pray for another stroke of luck, though he knew the chances of such a thing were low. He only vaguely registered how his grip had tightened on the glass, nails pressing hard against it as his mouth ran dry.
"Are you deaf? Did you not just fucking hear what I said?" They'd barked, irritation obvious, "I said, put your fucking hands where I can see them and maybe you won't paint the walls red."
He'd swallowed at that, struggling for some sort of thought on what to really do here. Slowly and hesitantly he'd set the glass aside, raising his hands with growing anxiety. The air was thick in its gore, danger laying heavily in it. Though, after a moment of reconsideration and distantly hearing the steps of his visitor grow closer, he realized that in full.
It wasn't the gun that was the danger. It wasn't the intruder that was the danger. There weren't any others outside that were a danger. There was something far more controlled, far more quiet, far too still despite the adrenaline, and far too familiar for him to be afraid of it.
He'd hesitated once more as he spoke up, "Please take this outside."
He could hear the start of a sentence, the beginning of a breath before it died on the intruder's tongue. There was a shout of surprise as metal clattered to the floor, weight being dragged around like a rag doll as you lumbered away. He could hear how the struggle grew more distant, carried out through a door and into the unforgiving winds of Nevada.
He was thankful you had as much control over yourself as you did, it wasn't fun cleaning up the first few times this sort of thing had happened. There was still stains from it in the wood, the grooves between boards being recolored a dark crimson for the price of a disposed body. It was a reminder of how brutal you could be. It sounded odd, maybe even a little insulting, but you seemed like a personification of Nevada.
You could be gentle and a home when you wanted to, even with all the claws and teeth. You were strong and skilled in endurance, scrambling back up whenever you were knocked down. You could be brutal, rendering flesh and turning figures inside out in crude distortions of themselves. You were vast in a way that he found comforting while others never found it at all, never getting the chance to over the gurgling of their own lives bubbling up their throats.
He wasn't sure how long he'd been standing there, only really snapping back to it after you he heard the door open and close once more. He'd turned to look back at you, the dark hiding you along with everything else even as you drew closer, him feeling it more than he heard it. He'd let go of his breath for a moment as he took his own steps closer to you, careful as he wrapped his arms around your torso.
Your hands hovered for a brief moment over him, the smell of copper gave a silent explanation as to why. You'd taken another moment before carefully putting your own around him as best as you could, having to lean down to close the difference in height and uncomfortably hold your hands away from his shirt. It wasn't the most pleasant of positions, bones uncomfortably arched and muscles awkwardly pulled to form it. Despite the way your body groaned under itself, it was paid off by the little murmur you could just barely make out under the ringing silence of the night.
'Thank you.'
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haemilkis · 3 years
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Picnic Date
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Pairing: boyfriend!lee haechan/donghyuckxreader
Genre: fluff
Word Count: 1194 words
Warnings: none
Summary: You and your boyfriend Haechan decided to go on a sweet and sunny picnic date, but the rain decided to change your plans for the day.
a/n: I’m still experimenting with my writing, so your kind comments would be more than welcome! thank you and happy reading ^.^
“Pink and green or blue and white?”, you said as you twirled around “gracefully” in front of your boyfriend, Haechan whilst holding up two of your outfit choice to wear for the beautiful Sunday picnic date. You both have been waiting for this weekend picnic date since forever — well, mostly YOU. 
You’ve been counting the days to be able to be with your loving boyfriend again after being away from each other for 2 weeks due to work commitments. “You look pretty in both of them”, your boyfriend said with a cheeky smile as he took a few steps in front of you and held you by the waist to peck you on your right cheek. You were caught off-guard by his actions and now your cheeks were flushed in peachy tints mixed with your cherry red hued blusher you’ve just applied.
“hey, nooo..”, you cupped your cheeks abruptly as you laid the outfits you were holding one second ago on the edge of the bed. “I just did my makeup, now you’ve just smudged it”, you showed a pouty face at Haechan. To which he replied with “ awww its okay c’mere let me touch up the blusher for you, okay?” he smiled reassuringly to you—but his face was a few inches away from you. He picked up the blush brush and expertly re-applied your blusher with short but precise strokes along your cheeks. He has been watching you apply your makeup for quite some time now so sometimes you do have a bonding session with him through it—oftentimes, it ends up in a pillow fight because he would make you look like a clown...well that’s Lee Haechan, your beloved boyfriend for you.
Shortly, after the both of you finally got dressed and as usual you are always infatuated by your boyfriend’s cologne scent that is mixed with his natural body scent. Hints of pine, velvet and the woody earthiness of sage wafts through the air as he spritz his branded cologne on. You always wonder how his scent always lingers on him throughout the day when he only uses it very deliberately. You are convinced that your boyfriend just has a natural scent to him that would always smitten you from across the room. 
“Let’s go, shall we?”, Haechan said as he donned black jeans, white top and his dark washed denim jacket on, finishing the look with his favourite snapback back. You nodded and went straight to the car whilst holding the picnic basket filled with yummy food, sparkling water, red and white checkered picnic blanket and cute wooden cutleries.
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You arrived at Han River whilst the sun (the literal sun and your favourite sun in human form, Haechan) was shining brightly. It felt so good to let the sun brush against your skin delicately after weeks being coped up with work commitments. The air was fresh and crisp as the light breeze lightly swayed your white skirt. With Haechan’s hand finding its way to find your delicate fingers and intertwines with your soft hands, you were feeling giddy and excited for your date! 
As you and Haechan found a cozy corner under a big shady tree across the park, you both started to lay out the picnic items and took photos of each other candidly. You took your time and laid on the blanket with Haechan after you both had settled down being cheeky with each other. You faced each other and unexpectedly locked eyes. You felt your heart thumping from being flustered. Haechan, on the other hand, was very confident in his gaze to you as he intently looked at you with admiration and love—honestly, he questioned himself everyday how did he end up with such an angel like you. 
Suddenly, Haechan leans forward to your face and lands his soft plush lips on your nose for a quick peck. “ I love you!”, he said on a whim. You hide your flushed red face with your hands. “I love you too!”, you mumbled to him as he stayed in a 5cm position away from your face. “...but let’s eat now okay?” you said with a chuckle. he nodded in response with a sheepish smile. 
You started to nibble on snacks and drink sparkling water in a fancy iridescent frosted glass flute that Haechan recently bought for you since you loved collecting fancy and cute glassware items recently. Your likes and dislikes are always observed by him and you are honestly so blessed to have him in your life. It’s always the little things.
You were talking about mundane things and chuckling like teenagers when you felt a droplet of rain on your arms. It started to drizzle moments after, you and Haechan scurried around to pack the things and run to the nearest gazebo that was not far from your picnic spot. As you both were running quickly to get to the shade as they were partially drenched already. 
Being a natural romanticist for you, Haechan held up his denim jacket above your head as you held the picnic basket in your hand. It was as if he knew this was going to happen—he doesn’t usually wear his denim jacket to a picnic date. Once you’ve safely arrived under the big white gazebo, he gives his denim jacket to you in one hand to make sure you keep yourself warm and another grabs the handle of the picnic basket to place it on the ledge. 
You passed the basket to him and wore his denim jacket over your shoulder. “Are you okay?” “Still feeling cold?” do you want something warm to drink `” or do you want to go home?” Haechan was rapping all these to you. You chuckled, “ no, no, don’t worry okay? I'm fine”. You smiled at him as he had a worried look written all over his face. You knew how much Haechan wanted this date to go well but sometimes the weather just alters your itinerary for the day.
You gave Haechan a sudden back hug because you wanted him to stay warm as well whilst waiting for the rain to stop. “Let's keep you warm too, okay”, you said briefly as you lay your chin on his back.  But, your boyfriend’s hands gently held your arms that were on his waist to shift the position to warm his arms on your waist instead — yes, now he was giving you a big warm back hug. 
His lightly calloused fingers encircle your waist and bring you close to his chest to let his natural warmth radiate through close proximity. 
“You know, I’m the only one who can give you a back hug and keep you warm, okay?”
He gave you a sweet peck on the side of your cheek from behind and swept your silky brown hair behind your ear only to mutter;
“Sorry the date didn’t work out as planned but let’s go for some ice cream after this okay and we can watch our favourite kissing booth movie together okay?”
You nodded and a smile crept up your lips as if it was a voluntary response from your body for Haechan.
“deal!”
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imagine-a-dream · 3 years
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Simple and true.
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Judee Levinson x reader
summary: You work for Judee Levinson and with time developed a crush on her. One day you can't take it anymore and confess your feelings. Warnings: a bit of swearing, tooth-rotting fluff requested by: @sandwichthatcomesinahotdogbox word count: 1228 A/N: I'm so sorry for such a long delay, but I hope you like it! She looked marvelous today, truly. Not that any other day she looked different, to your eyes she always looked like a goddess. You were positive that Aphrodite herself would be jealous of this woman’s beauty if only they met. But this hell of a town could withstand one celestial being at a time, so you were blessed with one and only Judee Levinson’s presence.
It was silly how much attention she could draw to herself even without trying to. You were captivated, absolutely enamored by her, and it felt so foolish yet so right that your heart skipped a bit every time she so much as looked your way, you haven’t had it in you to fight these feelings. And if you’re being completely honest with yourself, you didn’t want to.
In Royston Vasey there weren't many opportunities, so to have a somewhat decent and paid job was a huge luck. So when the new (and to be honest the only one in the whole town) massage salon opened its doors a few months ago, naturally, you were first in line. Being unemployed for a few months (and going crazy from the local restart officer and her antics) you were willing to do any work. What you didn’t plan when applying for this job is to develop a massive crush on its owner and your boss Judee Levinson.
And now you were sitting at the register table, gazing lovingly at the woman of your dreams when you were supposed to file the documents of your clients. Her face seemed like it was glowing from the inside, making her look angelic in the bright light of the sun and lamps. Your gaze trailed slowly over it, taking in the sight.
From her blond locks that were shining in the rays of the sun, to her long eyelashes that were trembling with every flick of her attentive eyes. They could be so cold and calculating, many people have thought that Judee Levinson was a stone-cold bitch, a businesswoman that only ever cared about money. But you knew her better than that. When you were sitting in the comfort of your house, watching an old sap movie, drinking, and laughing, her eyes were glimmering with joy and mischief, with a touch of longing and something else that you couldn’t quite place.
Her icy blue turned into a bright and warm shade of ocean waves under the summer sun when she laughed at one of your jokes. You were one of the only ones, save for her late husband, who had the privilege to see her like this: soft and happy, smiling brightly and freely.
She had quite an infectious smile… Your eyes landed on her plump lips that were painted with soft peachy color. You watched as her tongue flicked quickly, wetting her lower lips only for her teeth to bite into it right after. You gulped at the thought of capturing it between your own teeth… interesting, what kind of sound would she make?
Your train of thoughts were interrupted by their now rightful owner. All of a sudden Judee turned to you and your eyes locked. Your heart started to beat faster and you felt your face grow hot from the embarrassment that she caught you in the act. She looked at you quizzically and tilted her head a bit.
“Is there something on my face?” You only shook your head ‘no’, not being able to talk. “Why are you staring at me then, is my lipstick molded again?” She asked and turned back to her desk looking for a mirror.
“Bugger, I knew I should’ve not bought it, never tried this company before...”
“No, Judee, you look perfect, as always.” That seemingly caught her off guard as she stopped all movements and quickly turned her head to you, “Oh… Why, thanks, luv! At least someone apreccia...”
“I love you.”
Fuck… You froze when realization of the meaning of your words hit you. Your heart fell into your stomach at the horror of the situation. FUCK! Why the hell have you just blurted it out loud in the light of the day? With no reason or preparation before it at all.
You watched as if in slow motion how Judee’s face stretched out in complete shock and her mouth fell agape, forming a perfect ‘O’. She sucked in a breath and you felt the world crumbles around you, expecting and dreading the next words of pity from your boss, that was sure to come after this stupid totally unwanted confession. In a panic you tried to form at least somewhat believable excuse, but to your rescue (or more like a delayed execution) the main door opened and an old man entered your salon.
You breathed out feeling dizzy and nauseous from quickly approaching anxiety. You couldn’t register your surroundings for about 10 minutes until your boss quietly came out of the room where Charlie was doing her job. The moment she stands before you, clearly to break your heart with rejection, you find an excuse to run away from her, and your feelings as well.
You did it for the rest of the day, busying yourself with doing things that weren’t even your responsibility to do, if only not to face the painful truth, or so you thought. At the end of the shift you barely registered Charlie’s goodbye, and were ready to sprint to the safe darkness of your home to cry yourself to sleep after the tremendous humiliation that your bloody mouth caused you, but were stopped by a tenacious hand clutching your forearm.
“And where’d you think you’re going?”
You stopped dead in your tracks and felt your soul leaving your body. Fucking hell… No. You couldn’t face this, not her, not rejection. You dreaded the pity in her eyes. You took a deep breath and turned around, ready to blubber some apologies, but were stopped by Judee’s point finger on your mouth.
“Before you say anything let me ask you and please be honest, did you mean what you said? About your feelings for me.” She removed her finger and stood still, waiting.
Your first instinct was to lie, you felt like a child that was busted for breaking mom’s favourite cup. But when you lifted your eyes to look at Judee's face, you saw only uncertainty and anxiety that were matching your own.
“Yes.” You breathed out. Simple and true. There’s no point in hiding now.
“Oh, thank goodness!” She exclaimed and clapped her hands, jumping a little. The sour look on her face turned into one of joy and you would even dare to say happiness. She smiled widely and took your hands gently into hers.
“I was sure it was all my imagination again. I’m so relieved to hear that! I, too, have… feelings for you. Please, don’t be too harsh. I can’t say it out loud just yet!”
You only smiled through tears and gave her hands a little reassuring squeeze.
“I understand.” You don’t know how long you were standing there in the dim light of buzzing lamps, just admiring each other and smiling softly.
“Shall we go, dear? I know a very good restaurant nearby, we should celebrate!” Judee asked finally. You only giggled and gave her a nod. It was so much like Judee Levinson to celebrate love.
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brendaaaa · 3 years
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Lab Partners (Steve Harrington x fem!Reader)
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“And the last pair will be…Steve Harrington and Y/n L/n.”
You bit your lip and turned to look at the king of Hawkins high. He wasn’t looking back at you, or even paying attention to anything the teacher was saying, but was whispering with his friend Tommy H instead. You watched him chuckle at what was probably some stupid remark his friend said, and your eyes intently focused in on him running his hand through his expertly teased hair, messing it up.
You closed your mouth, realizing that it had fallen slightly open whilst watching him. You coughed, and made eye contact with your friend Kelly. She was looking at you with wide eyes, and a bit of a smirk on her face.
Of course. Of course with your worst luck you would end up with Harrington. The boy was an asshole. And that was that. But you thought, rather bitterly, that didn’t change the fact that you were totally in love with him. Yep. Go ahead and shoot y/n. You were smitten with the hottest possible douchebag of the whole damn town of Hawkins.
You had never even really talked to him. Maybe he had brushed past your shoulder once in the hallways back in middle school, or perhaps you’d maybe randomly made eye contact with him once across the cafeteria on a rainy day where you weren’t sitting outside on the baseball fields like usual.
Anyways, logically speaking, there was no real reason for you to like him. Other than for his looks of course, which was somewhat shallow reasoning. And this was a fact that you absolutely hated. You cringed knowing that this boy could make your eyes drop to the floor in an instant, face blushing red, trying to look at anyone, anywhere but him, and there wasn’t a single thing about his actual personality, or what you knew about him, that you even remotely liked.
So that is precisely why your stomach was a flip flop of fluttery and unwelcome emotions when your chem teacher assigned you and Steve Harrington as lab partners for the final project of sophomore year.
The devil on your shoulder was delighted, thrilled even to be paired with the basketball team hottie, but your true consciousness fought back, protesting and feeling guilty that you were only drooling over him because of how cute he was. And besides, you didn’t want to have to deal with his jerkish attitude. Oh dear lord you were going to have to invite him over to your house. You didn’t want him to be in your bedroom! Your personal space! But that nagging subconscious was telling you, ‘yes y/n yes, this is the break you’ve finally been waiting for. All this time and Steve will finally be all yours, all yours. You can seduce him, charm him, he’ll be yours, all yours!’
You grappled under your desk for your water bottle. You seriously needed some ice cold water to keep you regulated, keep those unwanted thoughts out.
There weren’t many good sides to getting the hair as your partner.
If the rumors were true, Harrington had never gotten an A in any class, like ever. So surely he would be a drag to have around this project, full of dumb comments and contributing nothing, no real substantial work towards getting a grade.
You swished down some more water. Life would be so much easier if your teacher would just let you be partners with Kelly. She was a real one, your best friend since forever really. She could sort of empathize with how you were feeling, since apparently she had a thing for a guy ‘just like Steve, only worse’ when she was in California last summer. That made you feel better. You two could vent together about how hard it was liking such hot assholes.
You decided to be bold. You raised your hand. Kelly shot you a look. She was watching you like you were about to tell your mom that you had snuck out the night before. Social suicide. Looking at you like you were crazy, and whatever you were about to do was unpredictable as hell.
Which was probably true.
“Yes, Miss L/n?” The teacher pointed his ruler at you, giving you permission to speak.
“May I choose another partner?”
Kelly’s jaw dropped open, and she looked from you to Steve, back to you, up to the teacher. Although everyone else in the class was bored out of their gourds, Kelly knew you like she knew her own self, maybe even better, and she was living for this shit show of emotions you were displaying.
“Umm…” the teacher fiddled with the pen hanging out of his breast pocket with one hand, while his other finger slid down a clipboard, looking for where your name was listed.
“Ah, yes with Mr. Harrington,” he mumbled to himself, before looking back up at you quizzically.
“Is there any issue with your current pairing? Something wrong with Mr. Harrington?”
At this Steve finally took notice, frowning slightly as his eyes flicked over to you.
You sat still for a moment, trying to format the best way to word what you were about to say.
“Uh, kind of.” Everyone gawked. Did you really just testify to the fact that there was something wrong with Steve, king of the school??
“I mean no,” you quickly added, covering up your mistake, although by now Steve was amused while watching, enjoying watching you, some random girl he didn’t even know, get so flustered over the topic of him.
“What I mean to say is…” you watched Steve out of the corner of your eye. “My mom won’t allow me to have any boys over. Ever,” you fibbed. Ay, what was the harm in a little white lie, anyways?
“So obviously Steve is a male,” you said with a smirk, the class nervously laughed as you said that. Immature hormonal kids. Kelly mentally face palmed at some of the implications that statement alone made.
“And my mom would never allow him in the house. So uh, how would we ever get the project done? I need a female partner,” you explained to your teacher.
He nodded, a firm line pressed across his lips, slightly frustrated at the inconvenience of hafting to switch up partners this late into the planning of this project.
“Wait, hold on a sec.”
Your heart skipped a beat. Oh no, no. You were so close! So close to convincing the teacher to put you with someone else!
Steve was sitting up straighter in his seat now, a hand up, “hold on a sec,” he repeated.
“I don’t see why…” hey looked at you. “Um..name?” He asked, brow furrowed slightly.
You flushed bright red, wanting to roll your eyes at how embarrassed you were getting. You weren’t a shy person by any means, but having this whole exchange in front of the entire class wouldn’t have been fun for even the widest open book.
“Y/n,” Kelly spoke up for you, seeing as you were not going to supply your name on your own.
Steve snapped his fingers, “Y/n! Thank you…” he trailed off, seeming still mostly unfazed as he realized he didn’t know Kelly’s name either.
“I don’t see why nobody else can see that there is an obvious and simple solution to this. If y/n’s mom won’t let me come over, then that's fine. Y/n can just come over to my place instead!”
Now why, why in gods name would he say that? You thought to yourself. It was almost like he knew that he drove you mad, and he was just enjoying teasing you, stringing you along, while the whole time knowing that you were no match for him. Or was it actually the other way around? I mean, why were you so worried over him anyways? If anything you were the desirable one. Sure, you weren’t popular, but Steve was a jerk.
It didn’t matter. Either way you were a sucker for him, and he seemed to be abusing that knowledge. Knowledge? Now where the hell did that come from? Seriously, how had Steve even figured out you liked him? Did he even know? Or was he really just so lame that...ugh fuck. You felt like your brain was about to short circuit, finally blow out after running on high, when
“Ms. L/n? Would that work for you? Doing the project both here at school and also at Mr. Harrington’s house?”
You looked at Steve. He smirked. He knew you liked him, he knew, that bastard-
You looked at Kelly. She raised an eyebrow, basically giving her approval and saying, why not amigo?
You sighed, “Alright.”
Your teacher smiled, “Peachy.”
You turned to look at Steve one more time, and to your dismay and stomach butterfly syndrome, he was watching your carefully. He was fiddling with his pencil absentmindedly, but he was smiling. No, not smiling. Smirking.
You turned back around in your seat, slightly shivering. Oh god were you excited to go to his house. You corrected yourself, no actually, how much you were dreading going to his house. You finally just gulped down some more ice water, rolling your eyes at yourself, and decided that it was okay to be feeling two things at once. It was okay to view your crush on Harrington as both a joy and a crime. Your chances of getting him as your lab partner both a blessing and a curse. Who knows? Maybe Harrington was a bit of a multi-sided di himself. Prickly on the outside, sweet on the inside. You took another sip of water, laughing at yourself inside, Harrington? Sweet? What wishful thinking. If only, you thought.
If only there was some world where Steve was a nice guy, maybe worked at an ice cream shop, or was a pizza delivery guy, and maybe he’d babysit kids or whatever. If only. In the meantime, you had the douche bag to deal with. Word Count: 1668
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