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starzblvd · 9 months
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Sleepover w/ college!Ellie before + after dating hc’s<3
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「˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚。」 fluff with slight smut at the end
Before
꒰ა☆໒꒱ would beg for Joel to let you stay a night or two over the summer and wouldn’t drop it until he says yes, then when he does she’d excitedly be texting you “yeah he’s chill with it”
꒰ა☆໒꒱ spends an hour searching up “things to do at sleepovers” so she can map out everything in her head, making up little scenarios of how’d you act with each activity saying she’d definitely love this out loud every once in a while
baking heart shaped cookies? She’ll like this
having a meal based off a movie we watch? She’s going to be so happy
Making face masks and applying it on each other? I’ll get to be close to her face
꒰ა☆໒꒱ So nervous when she actually hears your car pull up the drive way and takes a breathe before opening the door for you but she’s so nervous having you to herself at her house she just awkwardly smiles for a couple of seconds staring at you until Joel introduces himself and breaks the moment
꒰ა☆໒꒱ She didn’t tell Joel she had a thing for you but it was so obvious to everyone besides you, Ellie’s eyes lingered on your face and body with how painfully your shorts and low the cut of your top was. Joel would leave the two you be but would get second hand embarrassment if he stayed any longer to watch how Ellie would be so plainly into you, smiling and nodding along with everything that came out the lips she wished she’d one day be able to know the feeling of, or when she’d get a little red when you even slightly touch her arm
꒰ა☆໒꒱ Not even watching the movie and just looks at you majority of the movie, even if she insisted on playing her favorite movie when you said you haven’t seen it yet, but immediately looks away towards the screen if you shift a little in case you’d look over so she doesn’t get caught
꒰ა☆໒꒱ When it’s time to sleep she didn’t want you to sleep on her floor so she offered her bed but was so flustered when you just suggested sharing a bed and how it wouldn’t be much of a deal, for you anyways
Ellie’a staring straight at the ceiling while you made yourself comfortable on her mattress, having the feeling of your weight besides eased her a bit after a bit with the smell of your shampoo reaching her nose with how close you were
still she wouldn’t be able to sleep until you fell asleep first, then she’d roll on her side to admire you in the dim lighting of her room with only the light coming in through the gap of her curtains landing perfectly on you, after a few minutes she’d lull herself to sleep
꒰ა☆໒꒱ when you woke up you noticed Ellie’s leg was laying onto of your hip and her face was even closer than when you initially were awake, so close you feel the slow steady breathes from nose. You knew she tends to wake up later than you and it was nearly 8am at best, but before you could completely fall into another deep sleep Ellie’s breathing hitches while slowly removing her leg off from you. Opening your eyes a small quarter Ellie’s eyes were wide with a soft pink blush contrasting her freckles, she didn’t notice because she was too focused on repositioning herself like she wasn’t clinging to you all night
After
꒰ა☆໒꒱ doesn’t even ask to have you over and just gives Joel a heads up since she frequently takes you to her house when she can, you even have your own toothbrush next to hers
꒰ა☆໒꒱ You were over so often but Ellie would prefer to actually live with you, she’d even send you a link to join a collab pintrest board to make an imaginary apartment subtly but not really subtly trying to get you on board with the idea of moving in with her
꒰ა☆໒꒱ Washes the blankets you like most of hers for you to use, maybe if she makes you comfortable enough you’ll stay even longer is her mentality when prepping for your arrival
꒰ა☆໒꒱ Cradling you from the back not letting you escape her arms, laying her head on your shoulder smelling the perfume you use that’s Ellie’s favorite, having to pry her off when you need to go to the bathroom
“Ellieee, i got to go cmon”
She groans “just a minute more” before squeezing you but it only makes your need to go worse
꒰ა☆໒꒱ Let’s you borrow any of her clothes and insists that you do, she loves seeing how her clothes look on you, in a way to her it reminds her how you’re hers and hers only and leaves your smell on the fabric when she gets it back
꒰ა☆໒꒱ when Joel leaves you alone Ellie’s quick to get touchy, first she’s sweet picking you up and giving you a small twirl around kissing your nape all over then she smudges whatever lipgloss you put on when she kisses you in the needy hasty way she does, she loved the way the softness of your lips feel on hers, you let her tongue slide in when you felt her soft lick on your lower lip. It was all getting pretty hot until Joel casually slams the door open
“Got another space magazine for, you” he scanned Ellie’s face pretending he’d walked in you two playing uno or something instead
She’d quickly push you off of her that makes you stumble a bit while fixing the two strands adorning her face, flushed but trying to act nonchalantly to deescalate the situation but she wishes she could burry herself into the walls
꒰ა☆໒꒱ Any shyness she harbored prior to dating was long gone with wanting to shower with you, get dressed with you, and sleep within your embrace, being able to have any touch of you sent her into a calm happy bliss so she never misses the opportunity to slip her hands under every article of clothing you wore, sometimes she’d pinch you lightly to tease you because it was so funny to her how you pouted and swat away her hand all frantically
꒰ა☆໒꒱ Nights where you couldn’t sleep Ellie would suggest an idea that worked every time to knock you out, that idea was her slipping her hand under your shorts into the warm wet space of your underwear letting her fingers do all the work smiling all cocky when you had to shove your face into the pillow to keep quiet
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lnfours · 7 months
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summary: ‘i’m not even joking when i say i’ve fallen in love w the way you write lando you have me giggling every single time and i love it - i’m not sure if your requests are open rn, but cld i request a lando x reader enemies to lovers kinda vibe? honestly whatever you wanna go with is fine but i need need tooth rotting fluff rn so maybe he has a nickname for her that only he uses and there’s a lot of oblivious-ness from both of them over the fact that they like each other :’‘)’ - @mars-dreamworld
warnings: fluff, language, enemies to lovers, female!racer, just overall a whirlwind of emotions. strap in.
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lando norris was absolutely, most definitely, 100% the most insufferable person you had ever met.
in the beginning of the year, mclaren had announced that you’d be joining the team as a third driver, and of course people men took it to social media to express how they felt women didn’t belong in the sport. that racing was a ‘real man’s’ sport.
and now you needed to prove them all wrong, prove you were worth your spot on the team. you know you didn’t have to, that it wouldn’t necessarily change people’s minds, but you worked hard to be here. countless sleepless nights, crashes, tunings, everything, was worth this moment.
and now it was your chance. oscar had ended up with an injury after a crash in one of the practice races over the weekend, ultimately giving you his spot until he was recovered.
you and lando hadn’t really gotten along. you had found yourself battling with him on the track, the two of you going head to head in the garage after practices. you had thought his ego and his sarcasm was unattractive, whereas he simply just saw you as a threat.
but, deep down, he had a soft spot for you that he kept buried under the fake hatred. he didn’t actually hate you, who could? he admired your hard work and dedication, but be couldn’t help but feel like you were trying to take his spot.
“what the fuck, norris?!” you yelled, throwing your helmet to the ground as you stormed over to him. he wore a smug look on his face that you would’ve found attractive if it weren’t for the fact that he felt the need to cut you off in turn 5.
“what?”
“are you thinking with your brain or your dick?!” you shoved his chest, but he didn’t move a muscle. he didn’t even budge, just looked down at you with those stupidly gorgeous green eyes.
“you’d know if i was thinking with my dick, doll.”
“don’t call me that.” you gave him a hard look and he put his hands up in fake surrender, shaking them like he was scared.
and that’s where it all started, that stupid fucking nickname. every time he said it, it made your blood boil, made you want to connect your knee with his crotch. now that he knew how to press your buttons, he wasn’t ever going to let you live.
right now, your face was red as your blood boiled, sitting in the drivers room as your leg bounced. the two of you had it out again today, the crew immediately separating the two of you and telling you both to knock it off.
the embarrassment from your crew telling you to quit acting like a child replayed in your head the rest of the day and as you sat in drivers room, and slowly your anger turned into sadness. you sucked in a shaky breath, trying to keep your composure, but you failed. the tear rolled down your cheek and you sniffled to yourself.
but of course, the door opened at the wrong time, causing you to wipe your cheeks quickly before looking at who decided to barge in. your eyes met lando’s green ones, which immediately softened upon looking at you.
“can i help you with something?”
he licked his lips, his brain going a mile a minute. why were you crying? was it because of him? fuck.
“i uhm,” he stammered over his words, letting out a breath before speaking, “are you crying?”
you shook your head, wiping your cheek on the shoulder of your race suit, “no.”
he knew better, though. the door closed behind him as he sat across from you, “you don’t have to lie, y/n.”
the way your name sounded rolling off his tongue with that stupid accent made your stomach do flips, but you refused to give in. this is what he wanted, right? pull you close enough to destroy you and prove to everyone that you’re actually not good enough to be here.
“why do you care?” you asked, an eyebrow raising, “it’s not like you actually give a fuck, so can you go somewhere else with your fake sympathy?”
he immediately got defensive, “what makes you think i don’t care about you? would i have run over to you the other day at practice when you crashed if i didn’t care about you?”
you thought back to last week, your car going into the barrier on the track. lando had seen the crash, immediately following the crew onto the track and ignoring the drop in his stomach. you had climbed out, shaken up but okay when he reached you. he grabbed onto your shoulders after you tugged your mask and helmet off, your eyes distant as he searched them.
“y/n?” his voice was laced with concern, “y/n, are you okay?”
you snapped out of it, meeting his eyes before you looked down at your body, “i think so…?”
he grabbed your face into his hands gently, turning your face side to side as he tried to examine you. the medics pulled up, rushing over to you.
“it’s okay, we’ve got it from here.” the female said to lando. he hesitated before he let go, letting them lead you over to the back of the ambulance to check you over. you looked back at him, the feeling of his hands on your cheeks lingering as they ushered you in.
you looked back at the brit, shrugging, “i dunno.”
he chuckled, but it wasn’t laced with humor, more like disappointment, “okay,”
“why would i think that when you’re always trying to prove that you’re better than me?”
he didn’t say anything, looking down at the tile floor, “because i’m threatened by you.”
you scoffed, “tell me something i don’t know.”
“no, you don’t get it,” he said, sitting up again, “i’m threatened by you because you’re good. you’re insanely good. you race well, you train hard, everyone here loves you, the fans. you’re an inspiration. something i’ve always wanted to be for someone.”
your attitude shifted, looking over at the boy across from you. he wore a sad, regretful face as he played with the zipper on his suit.
“you’re an inspiration, lando,” you said, “the little boy who dressed up like you the other day? the one who said he wanted to be just like you?”
he shrugged, “one boy compared to thousands of little girls who see themselves in you. i know i shouldn’t be upset, you’re literally changing history, but seeing it makes me wish i was someone like you.”
“you’re right, you’re not like me,” you said, moving to sit next to him, “you’re lando norris, the one who got P2 in your home grand prix a few weeks ago, the one who goes out of their way to say hi to literally all the fans and take pictures with them. you’re literally someone’s ray of sunshine.”
he smiled softly, letting you continue, “be like you. don’t be like me, lan.”
his head snapped up at the nickname, “did you just call me ‘lan’?”
a smile spread across his face and you let out a soft laugh, “i guess i did.”
he smiled back, “thank you, though. i needed that. and, i’m sorry for how i’ve been towards you.”
you waved him off, the smile still playing at your lips. you tried to bite it back with your lower lip tucked between your teeth. he swore his heart skipped a beat at the sight. you nodded your head softly, “we’re cool. just pipe down the ego a bit, yeah?”
he let out a chuckle. being this close to him made you realize there was a hint of blue in his green eyes, the short stubble growing back from where he had shaved his facial hair. he was undeniably pretty and you were getting wrapped up in him and distracted. he was doing the same, his eyes scanning over every single one of your facial features as he tried his hardest to memorize them.
you smiled softly, “why’re you looking at me like that?”
he smirked, “you mean the same way you’re looking at me?”
you blushed, turning away from him but his eyes were still locked onto you. you went to stand up, smiling softly at him as it was nearing the beginning of the next race.
“i’ll see you out there.”
he smiled, “see you out there, doll.”
you shook your head, letting out a soft laugh as you let the door close behind you, the nickname no longer making your blood boil but suddenly making your stomach do flips.
lando norris was going to be the death of you.
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noirleo · 9 months
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confessions pt. 2
(bayverse & reader are all adults <3)
leonardo
leonardo has saved the city of new york—and the world, by association, because what kind of world would be left without his precious city—twice before even entering adulthood. since the age of fifteen he’s saved countless lives and can tell stories that would leave even the most seasoned police officers lying awake at night.
nothing in his repertoire of harrowing life experiences has prepared him for the gut-wrenching experience of catching feelings for his best friend.
leo had been the last of the brothers to trust you after mikey had cheerily, thoughtlessly, brought you unannounced to the lair one night. his decision had led to several hours in the hashi after you’d left, but leo couldn’t stop you from coming back. eventually, reluctant trust transformed into a friendship, easygoing and natural in a way that he didn’t know friendships could be.
when you first met leo, he could count everything he cared about in the world on one hand—his family, his training, and his city, in that order. the world he lived in was small, but it was his. his to understand, to care for and protect. he would never have dreamed of describing himself as lonely until meeting you. how infuriating, then, was your insistence on worming your way into that shadow-hidden world, cracking it wide open and exposing that loneliness to the sunlight of your smile.
so here he was, laying on the floor of his own bedroom, hugging a pillow while you painted gentle brush strokes across his shell.
you’d been begging him to let you paint his shell for ages, promising not to listening to any of mikey’s explicit suggestions of what to paint. after years of experience telling his brother’s ‘no’, he’d thought he was immune to pouting.
evidently not.
“you still awake?” you paused for a moment, looking up from your work to check on him, and received a muffled hum in response from where leo’s face was buried into the crook of his elbow. you were kneeling at his side, one hand on his shell to support your weight as you focused on the task at hand.
for the first several minutes, his entire body had been tensed up. leo was never more aware of his hulking size and strength than when he was next to you. however, he had quickly melted into your touch, hypnotized by the swirling brush strokes and comfortable silence in the room.
how long had he been laying here? seconds, hours, years—leo had no idea, and he didn’t care. nirvana was definitely a real thing, he decided, and he’d found it under your gentle touch against his shell.
“alright, i’m finished,” your voice broke through his thoughts and he lifted his head to look at you. paint bottles and cups of water surrounded where you were kneeling at his side, and were all being whisked away to the side.
“wait, wait, wait, don’t move yet—it still has to dry,” you urged him as he began to lift himself up on his elbows. he huffed in response, letting his face hit the pillow he had been laying on unceremoniously, and side-eyed you.
“i didn’t realize this would be an all-day event, or i would have brought some entertainment,” he mumbled dryly. you laid on the ground next to him, arms folded under the back of your head, and looked over to grin at him. he tried to ignore the crackle of electricity under his skin as your arm grazed his, your faces just inches away from each other.
“i’m pretty sure i’m all the entertainment you need, actually,” you replied cheekily, making him smile and roll his eyes.
his gaze lingered on you just a moment too long. it had taken him ages to slow down his racing heartbeat when you had first begun, and now it threatened to beat out of his chest again as he listened to you begin to delve into your creative thought process, careful not to give away all of the details of your work before he could see it for himself. he watched the corners of your eyes crinkle, the furrow of your brow and the way your fingers traced the air as you always did when you started talking about the things you love. where leo was collected and calculated, you were animated and colorful. all of the best parts of being alive begin and end behind your eyes, he thought to himself.
“i think it should be good now,” you decided, leaning up on one elbow to gingerly touch the paint on his shell before nodding, a look of excitement and nervousness crossing your face as you crouched down and extended your hands. “wanna take a look?”
he accepted, taking your small hands in his, rose to his feet and walked over to the mirror propped up against the wall.
leo stood in awe of the swirl of colors painted across the back of his shell. a city skyline in shades of blues and purples was splashed against a dark sky, and he could make out four small figures standing side by side on a rooftop in familiar colors.
“it’s new york,” he breathed, eyebrow ridges raised as he craned his neck, trying to see it more clearly in the mirror.
“you like it?” you asked in a hopeful voice, swaying in place as one hand tapped your cheek in anticipation.
“it’s fine,” he said finally, earning a smack on his bicep from you. he turned to you, grinning ear to ear. “it’s amazing. you’re amazing. the guys are gonna be so jealous.”
he turned down to look at you, towering over you as you beamed that sunshine smile at the praise. amused, he noticed a splatter of bright blue on your cheek and gently wiped it away with his thumb. had he imagined the scarlet blush of your cheeks as you turned your eyes away from him?
did it matter?
“c’mon, i wanna go show the others,” you decided, turning past him towards his bedroom door. without thinking, his hand shot out of its own volition to grab yours. you froze at the large hand gently holding your wrist, rooting you to the spot.
“wait, just…wait,” leo rasped, immediately ashamed at the edge of desperation creeping into his voice. you turned to face him, brow furrowed slightly in curiosity. that familiar stinging that he felt every time you left the lair bubbled up in his chest. he didn’t want to go back to the others and have to see them crowd around you, begging you to do the same for them. for once, just once, he wanted a moment that he didn’t have to share with his brothers. he wanted something to just be his.
he wanted that something to be you.
he wasn’t thinking properly, he knew it, but he never really was thinking clearly around you.
you began to ask if he was okay, your lips forming around the words, but never made it to the end of the sentence as his hands reached up to your face, cradling you in his hands. your eyes widened a little at the touch, but you made no effort to pull away.
“leo?”
the sound of his name rolled off of your tongue so easily, so effortlessly breaking down his usual barriers of self discipline that dictated his every waking moment, and finally he released himself to his impulses as he leaned down to kiss you.
you tensed up in surprise the moment his lips touched yours, and he pulled away as quickly as it began. his fearful thoughts began to race, screaming at him for being so selfish. the one friend he’d ever made for himself, and he’d ruined it.
“i—shit, i’m sorry. i don’t know why i…”
his regretful rambling was stopped midsentence by your hand on his plastron, his chest heaving as your gaze followed a trail from his eyes to his lips.
“leo. shut up.”
it was his turn to be surprised as you stood on your toes, pressing your lips against his.
he poured all of his feelings, the long months of pining and languishing over his certainly-unrequited feelings into the kiss, grabbing you by the waist with one arm and moving the other to quietly shut the door again.
the others could wait a little longer.
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whiskey-tango-matcha · 3 months
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Three (m/m, cold)
And now, for something completely different.
Well, not completely - it's still a cold fic lol. This one is specifically for @ghostlychill who has asked for more Matt and Mark. This is basically the saga of how they ended up together, and it is certainly out of my wheelhouse because it actually has romance lmao. A pre-warning, this is plot heavy (for me) and a little sneeze light. There are a few Greyson cold sneezes, and Matt is sick for the latter half, but it's more of a romance sickfic than a true snz fic. But I hope you like it if you read it; let me know if you all want more Matt and Mark. They were honestly really fun to write, and I banged this monster of a fic out in just a few hours so the muse was musing.
Ok, done rambling. Enjoy :)
CW: Male, M/M (not sexually explicit, just kissing), colds, contagion, coughing, fevers, light mess. 4.3k words under the cut.
Three
Their first kiss was an accident.
Post-brunch. Pre-holidays. “Grab a beer?” Mark had asked as Matt stuffed his dirty chef coat into his backpack. It had become a bit of a ritual for the two of them to grab a drink after a long shift in the past few weeks; usually it was under cover of darkness, but this brunch had been particularly brutal and Matt was craving not just a beverage, but some commiseration. He shrugged, hoisted his backpack onto a shoulder.
“Sure. You’ve got first round.”
One round had quickly turned to two, then three, and before five pm hit they were drunkenly crashing their pint glasses into each other and talking much louder than the half-full pub required to be heard. Matt drained his fifth beer and looked to Mark, smiling sloppily. “One more?” he asked.
Mark pushed his hair out of his face and leaned his head into one hand, taking the other man in. “If it’ll keep you in my line of sight,” he said, emboldened by booze, “I’ll stay here all night long.”
When the bartender finally kicked them out around eight, the two men were so drunk they had to use one another as walking sticks to get down the block.
“We’re way too drunk to be on the street,” Mark laughed, putting a hand over one eye. “I’m seeing, like… quadruple.”
“That’s wild, ‘cause I can’t see at all,” Matt said, looping his arm through Mark’s. The two of them laughed and stumbled until they hit a bench near well-lit central park and flopped down.
“I can’t remember where I live,” Matt admitted, placing his head on Mark’s shoulder. Their arms had stayed looped. Mark gently placed his head atop Matt’s.
“Me either,” he said. “But… can I tell you a secret?”
Matt looked up. Nodded.
“I don’t want to go home,” Mark said, letting a slow smile spread across his face. Matt felt his cheeks flame; he let a beat pass before he smiled back.
“Me either,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Later, they wouldn’t remember who initiated it. All they would remember was when their lips pressed together, everything else melted away.
***
“Oh! Oh, shit, fuck, sorry guys I didn’t -”
“Chef, shit! Oh, fuckin’ hell -”
Greyson slammed the door to the bathroom shut, leaving Matt and Mark to stare at one another, eyes wide as saucers – the silence between them thick as the cigarette smoke that hung in the air outside that little room.
Finally, Mark broke the silence. “Um… do you think he saw anything?”
Matt couldn’t help it; he barked out a laugh. Mark slapped a hand across the other man’s mouth, making him laugh even harder. He really didn’t know what he’d been thinking following Mark in here in the first place.
Much like the stupid party they were hiding from in the bathroom, their second kiss was clearly a mistake.
The New Year’s Eve party had been Elijah’s idea, much to the surprise of literally everyone at the restaurant.
“What?” Elijah had asked when his announcement during pre-shift had been met with a stunned silence. “I thought you all loved parties!”
The servers and cooks eyed one another in a way they all hoped wasn’t completely obvious, until finally Greyson said what everyone was thinking. “Boss, yeah, everyone loves parties… except you.”
Elijah had scoffed at this. “You guys obviously don’t really know me; I love parties.”
Of course, Elijah didn’t love parties and it ended up moving from his roomy condo to Greyson’s tiny Brooklyn apartment at the last minute. Post-service on New Year’s Eve, Matt helped his boss load extra bottles of champagne, vodka, and tequila into the back of the restaurant’s van all while Greyson grumbled about Elijah.
“Fuckin’ Elijah,” Greyson said for about the fiftieth time that evening. “Why the fuck would he even mention a party if he wasn’t a thousand percent sure he wanted to ho – hh-”
Matt glanced up at his boss, who held an arm midair in anticipation. This was the real reason Greyson, who threw parties at his place at least three times a year, was pissed about having to host the work shindig: he was sick.
“Hh-! HhhITSZZH-ue!” Greyson folded over into his elbow, sniffled, and cleared his throat.
“Bless,” Matt offered, placing the rest of the alcohol into the back of the car. “Chef, I’m sure that everyone will understand if you don’t feel up to having twenty people in your apartment. There’re tons of parties right around here, why don’t you just… call it off?”
Greyson, stubborn as ever, just shook his head. “I said I’d do it. They’re already on their way.”
So Matt loaded into the van with Greyson, and Mark got in Elijah’s car with the GM while the rest of the staff hopped on the subway for the party that no one really wanted to be at. Greyson, who’d been able to keep his illness at bay for most of the shift thanks mostly to the Sudafed he kept slamming, started coming down hard the moment they began their drive to Brooklyn.
“Hh...hhITSZZH-ue! Huh-! ETSZH-ue! Fuck mbe,” Greyson muttered, using his sleeve to wipe under his nose with one hand while he drove through the busy Manhattan streets with the other.
“Um… do you want to pull over so I can drive?” Matt asked, a little more pointed than his boss was used to him being. Greyson shot his sous chef a look.
“Ndo,” he said. “I’ve got it.”
Matt was hardly a germaphobe – working in a kitchen bred that out of you pretty quickly – but he couldn’t help but cringe away with every sneeze and cough that came from his boss’s side of the car. He found himself thinking about Mark; they had plans to hang out in just a few days, plans that both of them had been forced to cancel multiple times already, and Matt could just feel Greyson’s germs making themselves at home inside his body. He really didn’t want to cancel on Mark again; he wasn’t exactly sure what they were, what he wanted them to be, or what Mark thought they were, but whatever it was, he didn’t want to fuck it up. Matt was entirely too good at fucking up a good thing.
“HRRSHH-ue!” Clearly, that one snuck up on him, because that time Greyson barely covered his mouth. Matt shrank into the door and considered pulling his shirt over his nose and mouth in a desperate attempt to keep his boss from infecting him. Greyson glanced over at Matt and coughed out a laugh.
“Sorry, kid,” he said, patting Matt’s leg, “but you’re probably already fucked.”
Eventually, they made it to Greyson’s walk-up and after what felt like an eon, they got everything inside. Elijah immediately recruited Mark to help pour champagne for everyone, and Greyson left his sous to go outside and smoke on the patio – Matt had no choice but to just start drinking.
By the time the cooks and servers made it to Greyson’s apartment, Matt was half in the bag. He floated sloppily from group to group, telling jokes and prompting everyone to take shots with him, all while keeping one eye on Mark at all times. Elijah had been keeping his liege busy; Mark was bartending, putting appetizers in the oven, picking up trash… everything except hanging out with Matt. So when he finally got to take a bathroom break, Matt threw back his tequila soda and, emboldened by liquor, followed behind him.
“Hey, it’s occ-” Mark started to say when the bathroom door opened right on his heels – but he was cut off when Matt swung him around, grabbed his face in both hands, stood on his tiptoes, and pressed his lips firmly on the other man’s.
Mark certainly wasn’t pulling away; in fact, the moment their lips touched, Mark grabbed Matt by the hips and lifted him onto Greyson’s tiny vanity to make the kiss easier on both of them. Matt pulled away for just a moment to look at Mark – his black-framed glasses were askew, his hair was wild from Matt’s hands coursing through it, and his face was flushed with lust. Matt was sure he’d never seen anyone so beautiful.
“What was that for?” Mark asked, his voice low. Matt’s face cracked into a smile.
“I haven’t gotten to spend any time with you tonight,” he said, pushing Mark’s hair away from his face. “And I’m probably gonna have to cancel our plans on Monday.”
Mark’s brows knit together, confused. “Why?” he asked. “Is this, like, a fare-thee-well, this is the last time this will happen kiss situation?”
Matt laughed, shook his head. “No,” he said, cocking his head towards the door, where the party rumbled outside. “I’m, like, 99% sure Greyson infected me with his disgusting illness on the long-ass drive over here. I wouldn’t force you to hang out with me when I’m inevitably sick.” He shrugged. “So I figured I’d sneak some time with you where I could.”
Matt didn’t wait for Mark’s response about his impending doom; he just leaned in again. This time, Mark parted his lips and slid his tongue in to meet Matt’s. Matt allowed a quiet moan to escape his lips, let his hand feel its way down to Mark’s shirt, and began unbuttoning when the door flew open once more.
“Oh!”
Greyson.
***
“Chef, I am not in the mood today.”
“Oh c’mon, if I can’t poke fun at your drunken antics then what’s even the point of living? You make fun of my drunken antics all the time.”
Matt put down his knife and gave his boss a pointed look. “Yeah, maybe for like a day after they go down, but New Year’s was three days ago. Are you planning on ever letting it go?”
Greyson shrugged as he pushed onions into a deli container and snapped the lid shut. “Probably not. I mean, it’s just too good – caught red handed in my bathroom. Like, it couldn’t have happened more perfectly if I wrote it myself.”
Matt rolled his eyes; while Greyson living for his embarrassment was annoying, it was kind of the last thing on his mind. He couldn’t stop thinking about Mark – after the bathroom kiss situation went down, he’d slipped out of the party and hadn’t mentioned anything about it to Matt since. Matt assumed he wanted to put it out of his head. Maybe the kiss – both of the kisses – hadn’t felt to Mark like they did to Matt. Maybe Mark was put off by how drunk Matt had been both times. Maybe he just wasn’t into him.
All Matt knew was, he desperately wanted to talk to Mark – but despite working the same hours in the same tiny restaurant, Mark had managed to avoid him like the plague.
Speaking of which.
“HTSHH-uh! Hh! Hh’ITSHH-uh! ETZSH-ue!” Matt turned away from the food to sneeze into his shoulder, then his hand, then finally his elbow. Greyson stepped over and plucked Matt’s knife out of his hand while the younger man was compromised.
“You’ll take someone’s eye out that way,” he chastised, placing the knife on Matt’s cutting board. The sous rolled his eyes, sucked in through his nose, and trudged to the sink to wash his hands.
“I don’t want to hear it from you, Chef. You’re the fucking plague rat of this restaurant,” Matt murmured, pulling a hand down his face. This was the other issue: Matt and Mark were supposed to hang out tomorrow, but just as he predicted, Matt had been gifted the cold Greyson had on New Year’s. If Mark didn’t want to talk to him when he was healthy and just a few steps away, he certainly wouldn’t be traversing the city tomorrow to hang out with Matt when he was fever-addled and snot-ridden.
“Rude,” Greyson said, continuing his prep. “But not entirely untrue. Sorry you’re sick.”
“Whatever,” Matt grumbled, his bad mood amplified by his pounding head. “Can you just drop the bathroom situation?”
Greyson bit his cheek to keep from smiling. “I can certainly try.”
Matt knew that meant ‘no’, but he’d take what he could get. He picked his knife back up to start chopping broccoli, but almost cut himself when Mark slipped into the back kitchen.
“Chef?” he asked, prompting both Greyson and Matt’s heads to shoot up. Matt’s face flamed when Greyson swiveled his head to meet his sous’ eyes with a cheeky grin – he put his head back down, pretending to focus on his work.
“Yes, Mark, how can I assist you?” Greyson asked, wiping his hands on the towel next to his cutting board. Matt felt Mark shoot a quick glance his way; his cheeks burned with the knowledge.
“Elijah is looking for you. Says he has a question about tonight’s ten-top with the prixe fix?”
Greyson rolled his eyes, but abandoned his prep for the moment. “When doesn’t Elijah have a question about a prixe fix?” he asked to no one in particular. “I’ll go talk to him. Thanks.”
The chef exited the back kitchen, leaving a sniffling Matt and a stuck-in-place Mark in his wake. Matt was the first to break the silence – unwillingly.
“Hh-! NTSHH-uh!” The sous attempted to stifle a sneeze into his palm, but only succeeded in making a mess of himself. His face reddened impossibly deeper, and he was forced to put down his knife and head for the sink.
“Bless you,” Mark said as Matt pulled a paper towel from the dispenser and blew his nose. Matt swallowed painfully, washed his hands again, and nodded.
“Thanks,” he said, clearing his throat.
They lapsed into silence once again, neither one looking at the other. “Um,” Mark said, finally, “are you -”
“I have to get this work done,” Matt interrupted, though he couldn’t explain to even himself why he wouldn’t let Mark ask if he was okay. “Have a good shift, okay?”
Mark blinked, taken aback, but nodded. He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand and turned to leave the back kitchen without a word. Matt didn’t let himself watch the other man go.
***
It was like watching a train wreck.
“Matt,” Greyson called from his spot at the expo board. “Where are we at on the halibut for 63?”
Mark’s eyes darted behind the line where Matt was doubled over, coughing into the collar of his chef’s coat. The sous chef had started the evening looking very much under the weather and quite a bit worse for the wear, but now, at nine PM he looked like he was ready to keel over right there on the line. Mark bit the inside of his cheek to keep from saying anything.
“Matt!” Greyson called again, and Matt stood, shakily, to place the likely-overcooked halibut onto its plate. He pushed it through the window and gave his boss a pointed look.
“The food has to cook, Chef, you gotta give mbe a minu – uh! ETSZCH-uhh!” Matt collapsed once again into his collar, righted himself quickly, and sucked in through his nose. “A mbinute,” he finished, his voice cracking.
“Halibut doesn’t take twenty minutes to cook, Chef,” Greyson snapped, snatching the plate from the line. “I expect my number-two to be able to keep ticket times under fifty minutes so the fucking restaurant doesn’t shut the fuck down.” Greyson handed three plates to Mark, who took them wordlessly and slunk out of the kitchen.
Mark dropped the food at its respective table, the guilt of not saying anything to Matt slowly eating away at him. He counted the tables left in the restaurant who still needed to eat – definitely more than he was hoping for. He really, really didn’t want to go back to the kitchen.
“Hey, Lij?” Mark said, approaching his boss at the host stand. Elijah was moving reservations from table to table on the iPad, configuring the remainder of the night.
“Hmm?” Elijah murmured, only half paying attention. Mark pursed his lips, weighing whether he should say anything.
Finally, he said, “Do you think you could ask Greyson to kind of… cool it with Matt? I mean, he seems like he’s really sick and Chef is like… totally berating him.”
Elijah raised an eyebrow and looked away from the iPad to meet Mark’s eyes. “You want me to ask Greyson to stop yelling at Matt… now? In the middle of service, when there are tables who have thirty-plus-minute ticket times?” The GM huffed out a laugh. “Man, Greyson told me about the whole bathroom situation, but I figured you guys were just drunk. I didn’t realize you were down so badly for him.”
Mark’s face flushed crimson; Elijah smirked at him, and turned back to the iPad. “Matt’s a big boy, Mark,” he said, not looking the floor manager in the eye. “He can handle Greyson yelling at him.”
“Yeah,” Mark muttered. “Okay.”
Mark trudged back to the kitchen to grab more food, the sound of Greyson’s frustrated voice hitting him before he could even step foot through the swinging doors.
“Order in! Two filets, two tofu, one halibut! Matt, I swear to God I had better see table twenty-six up in the next three seconds, Chef, it’s already at twenty-two minutes.”
“Yes, Chef,” Matt mumbled, barely loud enough for anyone to hear.
“I can’t hear you, Chef,” Greyson yelled back, tweezering herbs onto a dish.
“Yes, Che – ITZSHH-ue! HRETSZH-ue!” Matt ducked down below the line to sneeze, the sound painful and desperate. Mark could hear the crackling cough he was trying to hide all the way from where he was standing; his heart sunk. He wished like hell that he’d had the balls to say something – anything – to the other man this week. He wished he wasn’t such a fucking baby when it came to his feelings, or relationships, or standing up for himself or anyone else. He wished he was anyone but himself.
“Bless – Chef, do you need to switch spots with me?” Greyson asked, his voice finally softening at the sound of Matt’s coughing.
“Ndo, Chef,” Matt managed, standing. “I’mb fine. Twenty-six, up,” he said, slamming the plates onto the pass.
“Great,” Greyson mumbled. He garnished the plates and shoved them into Mark’s hands. “Twenty-six, go,” he said, not looking at the floor manager.
Mark nodded; he took the plates out into the dining room and dropped them; as he did, he made a promise to himself and, silently, to Matt: maybe there was nothing he could do or say during the shift to make Matt feel any better, but he would figure out a way, post-shift, to do something to help him. He would grow some balls, if it killed him.
While Elijah was still busy looking at reservations, Mark slipped into the bathroom and pulled out his phone. He put in a grocery order, to be picked up at ten the next morning. He typed out a text to Matt, scheduled it to send at the same time he would be picking up the groceries so he wouldn’t be able to wimp out and unschedule it. Then he put his phone back in his pocket, opened the door, and went to finish the shift.
***
His phone was ringing.
Matt groaned as he came to; he was covered in sweat, he could barely breathe, and he was stiff as a fucking board from passing out on his couch. Who the fuck was calling him? It was his one day off, could Greyson not leave him alone for one fucking day?
He grabbed the phone off the coffee table, ready to throw it across the room, when he realized the name on the screen wasn’t his boss’s.
Call from: Mark, Work.
Matt’s stomach jumped into his throat. The phone continued to ring while he squinted at the clock in the corner: ten twenty-three AM. Had he and Mark spoken last night? He could barely remember a fucking thing about the previous night, other than being utterly and completely miserable. The two of them definitely hadn’t spoken; he remembered giving Mark the cold should before service started, remembered the pitying look Mark had given him as Greyson screamed the restaurant down, remembered flying out the door the moment Greyson told him to go. They hadn’t spoken, their plans were obviously off, so why the hell was Mark calling him?
The call went to voicemail. Matt coughed into his elbow, a chesty sound that he really didn’t like, especially since he didn’t have health insurance. After a minute or so, another notification popped up: one new voicemail.
Curiosity got the better of him. Matt opened his phone and hit ‘play’.
“Hey, Matt, it’s um… it’s me. I know this is super weird, like I don’t know why I did it at this point weird, but, uh… I’m outside your building. I texted you, but now I’m realizing you’re probably asleep. Uh… I mean, if you get this I’m gonna, like, hang out out here for a bit. I brought soup! I can’t cook, so it’s from a deli, but I figured you might need something to eat, and you probably don’t want to cook since you’re sick. Your place is nice, by the way. Um. Okay. If you get this, cool, if not, I’ll uh… I’ll leave in a little bit. Okay. Bye.”
Matt felt his heart near-explode in his chest. Mark was sitting outside his building, with soup? What was this, a Hallmark movie?
He did it without thinking; he pulled up his text conversation with Mark and typed, hey, im awake. sorry I missed ur call. ill buzz you up :)
Mark was up the stairs in record time. He knocked, and Matt stood from the couch, forgetting until he was vertical that he was still in his work clothes from last night. Gross, he thought, but it was too late to change now – he took a few shaky steps towards the door and opened up.
Matt barely recognized Mark at first; he was only used to his floor-manager getup, button-downs and ties and slacks, his hair gelled back. Today, Mark wore jeans and a jean jacket over a Brighton University hoodie – did he go to college in England? - with black high-top converse. His curly hair was in his face, and he was carrying two full grocery bags. Mark smiled.
“Hey,” he said. “Can I come in?”
“Yea -” Matt attempted, not realizing his voice was completely shot until he tried to use it for the first time that day. His hand flew to his throat and he attempted to clear it, to no avail. “Shit, sorry, apparently I can’t talk,” he whispered.
Mark pursed his lips, obviously concerned. “That’s okay,” he said, stepping through the front door. He placed the bags on Matt’s tiny kitchen table and began pulling out supplies. “I come bearing gifts.”
There was the soup, like he said, but Mark also pulled out dayquil, and sudafed, and cough drops. He pulled out a box of tissues, bags of tea, and cough syrup – quite literally the whole nine yards. “I didn’t know what you had, so I figured I’d grab one of everything,” Mark said, embarrassed.
Matt didn’t know what to say. “Mark, I – hh! hhIGTSZH-uhh! Hh’TSHH-ue!” Matt crumpled into his elbow to sneeze, hard, and lapsed into a fit of coughing. Mark pushed the cold supplies towards him, smiling a bit.
“Bless you,” he said. “I’m sorry you’re so sick.”
Matt took a moment to blow his nose and uncapped the cough syrup. He chugged a bit, righted himself, and shrugged, embarrassed. “Not your fault,” he croaked. “Thank you for bringing all this.”
“It’s the least I could do,” Mark said, not looking into Matt’s eyes. “I’m really sorry for ignoring you the past few days, Matt. I… I mean, I don’t want to scare you off or anything but I haven’t really had, like, a real relationship in a long time. Like, a really long time.” He looked up, caught Matt’s red, watery eyes in his, and gave up the whole truth. “Like… ever.”
Matt nodded slowly, processing. “So… you don’t hate me?” he asked, the fever tossing to the wayside any filter he might have once had. Mark’s face colored; he laughed.
“I don’t hate you,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Like… I really don’t hate you. I – I mean, I really, really like you, Matt.”
It was Matt’s turn to flush bright red. “Even like this?” he asked, coughing into his fist. Mark smiled.
“Even like that.”
The two of them stood there, smiling twin goofy smiles, for a moment before Matt ducked once again into his elbow.
“Hh – ITSZHH-ue! Guhh.” He wiped his nose on the back of his hand, not caring how disgusting he looked. “I, umb, I really like you too, Mbark,” he said, coughing again. “Like… probably mbore than is normal or rational.”
This time, it was Matt who was caught off-guard. Before he knew what was happening, Mark had his hands on either side of Matt’s hot face and was tipping Matt’s head up to meet his. This one was different; while the first two kisses felt hungry, dangerous, this one was soft; an invitation. A promise of a future yet to come.
Matt pulled away to catch his breath. “You’ll get sick,” he muttered, eyes closed and hands around Mark’s thin frame. Mark tipped Matt’s head up, pushed his sweaty, dishwater blond hair out of his eyes, and pressed their foreheads together.
“I know,” he said, and pressed his lips against Matt’s once again.
Their third kiss – well. That was the one they would tell everyone at the wedding about.
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ynsvnte · 1 month
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Strange — Kim Seonwoo
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Genre: break up, lost of interests, angst wc: 659 warnings: Crying, hugging pairing: ex!sunoo x fem!reader
Synopsis: You and sunoo relationship falls off. You never thought this would happen since your guys long history with each other.
Sing along at Lispenard St. (Series Masterlist)
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“W-what..?” You were speechless, or more like acting. You weren’t surprised at all actually, you were expecting this sooner or later. You and sunoo have been dating for around maybe 2 years and within 2 years your relationship has quickly fallen apart. Yeah at first you had that honeymoon phase. Which quickly died down within the next year. You don't know how you managed to still be in this relationship with him. He never did anything wrong. He was a nice guy, treating you right, but he lost feelings?
“Can you repeat that?” You asked him. Sunoo nodded.
“I want to break up…” You didn’t cry, not like you wanted to anyway. You don’t know about Sunoo. Does he want you to cry? Beg him to not leave you?
“Oh…” that’s all you said. Sunoo just stared at you. His face was expressionless. Not showing a sign of any kind of emotion. You wanted to ask why..but you already knew the answer to that. “I don’t feel a connection between us anymore…” your 2 year relationship down the drain. You aren’t sad.
“Okay…” you said while nodded. Luckily you didn’t live together so there wasn’t much of a problem. “It’s okay, don't worry…” you told him. Which made Sunoo nod. “You aren’t sad?” Sunoo asked, there it is, the question you’ve been longing for. You shook your head, “Why would I be, I think we’ve both noticed how we didn’t act the way we used to..” Which is true, that’s why you are here today. At Sunoo’s house, probably the last time you’ll step foot inside of here too. “Yn..it’s not that you were a bad person…I loved you. A lot ever since I met you had me attached to you. I liked everything about you. I still do. Just platonically this time.” You weren’t sad but wanted to cry. Why? You didn’t have feelings for him anymore. It had to be his words. He was always good with words. You held your tears making sure they weren’t going to fall. Don’t wanna embarrass yourself in front of your ex. “Yeah..same goes for you. I still like you but of course plantically. I still remember when I first saw you. Love at first sight.” You were facing the ground now. You look up to see sunoo crying. Why was he crying? He initiated the break up.
“Thank you…” Sunoo mumbled. And…now you're crying..seeing sunoo sad makes you sad even if you're not together anymore. He still had the same effects on you, but not about how you feel about him. “Thank you so much yn…for being my first ever girlfriend..I’ll always love..” you sniff your nose before speaking. “You too sunoo..thank you for being there for me. Thank you for the memories. The memories we made together. I’m glad I met you.” Now it’s just two exes in a living room crying to each other while saying words about how they appreciate each other.
“Hug..?” Sunoo asked you. “Yeah..” you said softly, your throat felt dry. As you go up to sunoo for a hug. He pulls you into a hug not letting you go. Sadly this is the last time something like this will happen. Sunoo will move on and find someone new to grow old with, and not you. You’ll just watch afar. And hope it was you. Yeah you still like him…there’s no denial. But you will never tell anyone. You are crying into his arms. While he pats your back. You let go, wiping your tears until sunoo replaces your hands with his. He wipes your tears.
“Don’t cry please..” he pleaded. You just nodded. You pull away from his hands.
“Thank you..” you say one last time before walking away from him and opening the door. You look back to see sunoo staring at you. You look down, smiling sadly, and walk out, closing the door behind you.
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Author’s notes: wrote this whole at a party 😁 not the best angst but not the worse. Promise Niki’s is going to be just fluff to make up for the last 2 being just angst anyways if you have feedback it’ll be very much appreciated!!
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mossy-opal · 11 months
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Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice~
Sugar Baby Dabi x Reader
Warnings: Corny Title, Angst With A Happy Ending, Toe Curling Smut, Mentions of Pregnancy (nothing happens, literally one sentence joke)... I think that's it?
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He didn’t like the term “sugar baby”, it sounded… Well, gross. He preferred the term “escort”. Oftentimes he looked like security for old bats who paid for his services, most of the time they tried to get a little touchy feely, but the old hags didn’t follow through with much because he reminded them of their sons. It was funny, they never asked for much more from him, and he got paid for looking pretty.
A new client, a new rich old bitty to attend to. They always met up in quiet public areas, this time they asked to meet him at a small cafe in a corner of some quiet neighbourhood. He wondered if he could ever get enough money to stay somewhere like this, but it was highly unlikely…
Dabi waited in the cafe at a corner table, playing on his phone. He looked up when he heard the door open every now and then, but looked down when it wasn’t someone he’d expect. He didn’t even notice you until you cleared your throat.
“Ahem… Are you Dabi..?”
This had to be a joke.
You were young, and pretty. Maybe a few years older than he was, but still. He was used to someone who could be his grandma, not someone who could be his actual partner. He blinked not once, but twice, before he nodded, and you sat down.
You were silent for a few moments, twiddling your thumbs, he expected it to be out of embarrassment or nervousness. It didn’t matter to him, he was still getting paid. He played on his phone while you sipped your drink, before you finally spoke up.
“S-so uh… D-do we get to know each other?”
Dabi shrugged, not looking at you, “Doesn’t matter to me, don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, doll~”
You blushed at the nickname, “W-well I… I’d like to get to know you a bit…”
“Well you know my name, yours is…”
You gave him your name, he assumed your real name, since the one on your account was different. You two talked for a bit, exchanging meaningless details about your lives, before Dabi finally looked at you for more than a few seconds.
“So, anything else you want from me doll~? I can do lotsa stuff for you, for the right price of course~”
He looked you up and down, and was pleased to see you shiver at the innuendo. But you shook your head, surprisingly. Most of his clients jumped at the opportunity to sleep with him, he was young and handsome, majority of the time they hadn’t got any for a while. Older women were desperate in some cases, and younger women were picky. He was shocked you were a picky one.
“I-I’m fine with just talking I… I don’t really feel comfortable paying for… F-for that…”
“Well you coulda spent your money on a therapist if you wanted to just talk to someone…”
“M-my friend made me the account, I already paid to be on the site, I figured I’d get some use out of it…”
“But not for sex, huh?”
You shook your head with a blush, pouting cutely, “Listen I just… I don’t know- You’re right, I just wanted someone to talk to, who’ll listen. Can you do that?”
Dabi scoffed, shrugging. “Sure thing doll, whatever you say~”
You nodded with that, paying for your food and his, before you had to excuse yourself to go to work. From there, it stayed a bit stagnant. You’d ask for him to visit you, you’d talk to him about your problems with work, some guy who harassed you, an annoying ex who wouldn't leave you alone, but you never asked for more than a hug.
Hell, you even listened to Dabi’s struggles in return. He’d tell you about his “friends”, tell you about old family issues, tell you about his own issues finding work because of his looks… You really did listen to him, and you offered him support whenever he needed it. Of course, he never took you up on the offer, it was unsafe to trust a client the way he trusted you.
He didn’t trust you, he couldn’t trust you. He barely knew you, just like you barely knew him.
He had to remind himself of that, quite often.
But it was getting a lot harder as time went on, especially with all the gifts. You paid for his services each time you hung out, and it wasn’t as if he was cheap, he valued his time, especially if he had to embarrass himself for old hags- But you paid him a lot of money to spend time with you. Lately you had started paying just below twice as much, and you never asked for more of his time for your money. You sent him money casually, sending him a quick message of;
[[I’m busy at work today, sorry for the short notice. I’ll still pay you for your time, thank you!]]
Always so curt, always so polite. Never an excuse other than work, and never using it against him. If he had to cancel on you, you never held it against him either always saying-
“Well, take at least half of your earnings, seeing as though something came up. Be sure to let me know how things go, okay? Be safe.”
You never asked questions either, just asked him if he was okay in the end. It was odd, so he figured taking different clients would get him back into the groove of things. He’d take old women to fancy parties, if they weren’t too old he wasn’t afraid to show them a good time afterward. But it didn’t help him in any sense, if anything it confused him further. The old women would pay him just what they owed him, and they expected sex almost every time. But with you, you never expected anything from him, so it made him wonder why.
So, he asked.
You two were having a casual walk through a park, eating crepes you got, before Dabi sat down on a bench, damn near pulling you down with him. You laughed gently, and that made Dabi even more confused- He liked the sound of your laugh.
“Why haven’t we fucked yet?”
You blushed and sputtered out, “Ha-what? P-pardon..?”
Dabi rolled his eyes, “Don’t play dumb, you give me a hell of a lot more than you’re supposed to, and you’re entitled to having sex with me, so why haven’t you?”
You furrowed your eyebrows, sneering a bit, “I said I wasn’t comfortable paying for that-”
“Oh please, don’t lie to me! I’m not stupid. What is it, am I too scarred for you? Too ugly?”
Your eyes widened, you could feel tears brimming at that. “W-what’re you-”
“Pretty girls like you don’t have to waste your time and money on people like me, you could get anyone you want, so why the fuck don’t you?”
You were silent, giving Dabi even more time to release his frustrations and anger. “What, think you’re too good to pay for it? Think you can make friends with me and then fuck me? What, to get it over with? Is that it?”
You were crying now, trying to hide your tears from him. The heat in your chest was twisting as you bit your lip. You hated crying in front of people.
“Come on then, doll, quite crying like a baby and do what our contract says, fuck me and get it over with-”
You got up abruptly, leaving your crepe next to him as you stormed off. Dabi scoffed, rolling his eyes as he leaned back onto the bench, still fuming and confused. He figured this would be the easier way to take care of you, rip the bandaid off before it got to be too much for him to handle…
So why did he feel so bad when he looked at you walking away?
Things went back to normal for Dabi after that, he went back to his usual clients after that, making just enough to keep up on his bills. He hated to admit it, but he missed you-
Your paycheck. He missed your money, he didn’t miss you.
He couldn’t miss you, he barely knew you.
He didn’t get worried when he noticed your account was gone. He was worried you’d want refunds on your money that was it. He was worried he’d get his account blocked, nothing else. He didn’t feel a pit in his stomach when he looked through old text messages you sent him, pictures of your outings together, messages you’d send him just to check on him.
It was hard to focus on his clients when all he could think about was you.
So when he found himself in the cafe where you first met him, he was shocked to see you at the front of the counter, ordering some coffee. When you turned to leave and you saw him, you jumped, before looking down and walking past him.
“Wait…”
He followed you out of the cafe, trying to weave past the people on the sidewalk as well as you did- He had to talk to you. He called out your name, trying to get your attention.
“I need to talk to you-!”
“Why!?”
You stopped, turning back to him with pricks of tears in your eyes, a furious blush on your face. “Why do you need to talk to me!? You said enough!”
“I was-”
“You were, what? Worried about me? You don’t need to be worried about me, Dabi, I didn’t pay you to be worried about me! I paid you for sex, that was it!”
He flinched at that. “I was worried ya… Ya got hurt or somethin’… Your account-”
“I deleted my account, got my money back from making the account. It was useless after-”
You cut yourself off, shaking your head. “What do you care… I haven’t paid you to listen this time…”
He grimaced at that, walking up to you, “Doll, listen I’m-”
“Don’t call me that.”
“I’m sorry, okay!?”
He was silent for a few seconds after that, looking down. “I’m sorry I said that shit to you… I… I was stupid.”
“.... No shit.”
He chuckled, shaking his head, “I was stupid to take your kindness and… Generosity for granted… I was stupid to yell at you like I did…”
You stayed silent, and he went on. “I was stupid to assume how you felt about me, and I’m sorry I assumed you were… Like everyone else…”
“... I don’t know if I can forgive you…”
“I don’t expect you to…”
You looked down, pouting. “I never blocked your number… You could’ve texted me…”
Dabi looked at you, you wouldn’t look at him. “I have to go to work, but you can text me… We have some catching up to do.”
Dabi smiled softly and nodded, “Yeah… Yeah I’ll do that, doll…”
You looked up at him shortly, before looking back down, “See ya…”
With that, you turned away to cross the street. Dabi felt better after that, knowing at least some progress had been made. He knew he fucked up, but he was more than happy to make it up to you.
It wasn’t easy, feeling normal with you again. It was difficult getting back into the swing of things, feeling comfortable talking to you, getting you to feel comfortable talking to him. You kept it formal, only ever talking about work again. He tried to do the same, but he noticed how you would grimace at every mention of his clients.
He’d never admit to you, but ever since he started talking with you again, he slowly stopped visiting his clients. Sure, it made things a bit tighter on the finances, but it was worth it to spend more time with you. You made him feel good inside, made him feel like he was worth it. With all the time he spent with you, he could feel safe with you. Secure.
With enough time, it was slowly feeling normal again. You slowly started telling him about guys, you wouldn’t grimace at his work stories anymore, in fact you offered him help and advice when dealing with his old-ass-clients. You even asked how work was going for him currently, and he told you without hesitation at how work has slowed down. You agreed, telling him your own job was becoming easier, but it would pick back up in no time. You would laugh over his horror stories of trying to get it up for any old-bitty, and he would laugh over your horror stories about terrible dates you’ve been on.
He loved hearing your laugh, and he liked seeing you smile, it made him feel warm… Which wasn’t something he wanted to think about, much less admit to you. This happened last time, granted you weren’t paying him this time but-
*Ding*
He looked down at his phone, you had sent him money. A lot of money. He felt his heart drop into his stomach at the sight of that on his home screen. What did it mean? Did you want him to do something for you? Did you expect him to take the money and keep it? Did you want him to have sex with you? What about your friendship? What about all the work you two had done to get back to normal?
His head was spinning, he felt sick to his stomach, he didn’t like how this felt. He left his place and immediately showed up at yours, banging on your door. You opened it with a smile, before your smile dropped at the sight of him-
Why did you frown? Did you not want to see him?
“Dabi? What’s the matter?”
“Why did you send me that!?”
You jumped, stepping back as he stepped into your home, slamming the door shut.
“Why did you send me that money!? What do you want from me!? Did you want to-”
“I sent it to you to help you!”
Your shout shocked him into silence, and you immediately noticed his confusion return.
“... Why?”
You sighed, “Because you said work was slow for you… I wanted to help you out.”
“But what about your own finances?”
“Dabi I make enough money to support a small army if I wanted to… My job is generous, especially if I work hard. Not only that I… I felt like I needed to give you that money to make up for all your lost time with clients-”
“I don’t care about the clients, I don't care about losing that money… I just wanted to… To…”
Say it.
“Wanted to what…?”
Say it.
“I wanted to…”
He had to tell you. He had to tell you how you made him feel.
“I wanted to spend time with you…. You make me happy and… I don’t care about any of the clients like I care about you and- Fuck we haven’t even…”
“Dabi… I care about you too, that’s why I wanted to help you out…”
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I appreciate it, doll… I’m sorry for getting so-”
“It’s alright I probably should’ve asked… Are you okay?”
Dabi paled at the question, chuckling slowly. “Hahaaa… Yeah I’m fine, doll, ‘s just… I’m not used to people giving me money without any strings attached, y’know?”
You laughed, “I get it…”
You two watched a movie that night, and Dabi spent the night on the couch. You woke him up when you had to leave for work, and let him know he could stick around, but if he left you asked him to lock the door.
That happened far more often. You’d invite him over for a movie, or dinner, and he’d stay the night on your couch. You often asked him before you sent him any more money, and even if he asked you and begged you not to send him a lot, you still did… Until you asked him something crazy.
You wanted him to move in with you.
He originally thought you were crazy, after all he still had clients and work, but you brought up how often he stayed with you, and instead of him wasting his money on an apartment he never slept in, he could move in with you. You altered your spare room to be his new bedroom, rather than your home office. You promised to never bring any men home with you, you were too busy to date anymore nowadays. All you asked for in return was that Dabi did the same, hell, he never took his clients back to his place before, especially now he never would…
Well, it’s even easier now, since he stopped seeing any of his clients. You knew he wanted to stop, but you always questioned why. It wasn’t that he didn’t like his clients, some of them were fine. It wasn’t because he felt guilty for seeing other people aside from you-
It was exactly that, he just hated to admit it.
He used to be fine, getting it up wasn’t an issue, he’d just imagine something hotter than whatever old bitch was beneath him, but… Ever since he moved in with you, it became an issue. In order to not disappoint his clients he’d imagine it was you beneath him, that the skin he was feeling up was smoother, softer. He’d imagine their banshee-like moans to be like yours he’d hear while you were alone at night.
He’d imagine it was you…
But when he couldn’t imagine it anymore, when he craved the real thing more than anyone else, everyone else became… Subpar. Nothing could replace you, and there was nothing he could do to fix the problem at hand.
So he left.
He actually picked up work at a piercing shop instead, having experience in it from his past. You still insisted on giving him money though, and that itself paid for any licensing that he needed to become a professional. He was thankful for everything you did for him…
He only wished he could repay you somehow…
So, he took you to dinner one evening.
“Dabi you really didn’t have to do this…”
“Yes I did, now shut up and let me do the spoiling for once.”
You giggled at that, taking the arm he offered you as he led you into the restaurant. This was his first official date in a very long time, where he actually wanted to pay for the meals and the service. He was slightly nervous, but he’d be damned if he let that ruin his evening. The table you two got to was nice, allowing the two of you plenty of privacy from the other patrons. He even pulled out your chair for you.
“Dabi, are you certain this isn’t a little… Much~?” You asked, smirking over your menu.
“For you doll, certainly not~”
He winked back at you, peering over his menu before ordering.
With that, the evening went swimmingly, the two of you chatted over a nice dinner, drank some wine together, it was relaxing and more than fulfilling.
Once home, Dabi opened the door for you, before taking your coat off for you. You laughed, shrugging out of your coat as he hung it up.
“Dabiiii, what in the world are you up to now~?”
He chuckled softly as he kneeled in front of you, “Don’t worry, I’m not proposing,” He grabbed one of your feet, gently taking off your heels one by one, “I’m just helping you get comfortable~”
He kissed your calf at that, making you flush as he slowly got back up, taking one of your hands and leading you into the bathroom. He let go of you before he turned on the water and lighting some candles, and you laughed again.
“Now this is overboard…”
“Nonsense doll, I’m just spoiling you, can’t a guy spoil his friends every once in a while~?”
“When the guy is a roommate that belches as loud as you do, it’s a little out of character~”
Dabi chuckled as he shut off the bath, shaking his head.
“I know it’s odd, but just… Let me spoil ya, okay?”
You sighed with a smile, shrugging, “Alright fine, you’ve twisted my arm… Could you help me out then?”
He looked back at you and flushed when he saw you turn your back to him, and he got up to help where you had asked, unzipping as much as he had to, gently brushing his hand against your skin, pleased with how soft he knew you would be…
“Sure thing doll~”
He loved seeing the goosebumps run down your skin at that, before he turned to leave you to take a bath. His work wasn’t done yet, lighting candles all the way to your room, all around your bed, he then made himself comfortable. He got undressed slowly, taking his time.
When you got to your room, he was still in his boxers. You were in your robe and your face immediately got red.
“D-Dabi..!?”
He turned to you and smirked, “Yeah?”
“W-what’s all this…?”
“I think it’s kind of obvious, don’t you?”
Your eyes were looking everywhere but at him- Please look at him…
“.... Do you not feel the same?”
You stuttered, your eyes blinking before you finally looked at him.
“I-I do I just…”
He understood when you looked away again.
“Hey… Look at me doll…”
You blinked up again, looking at him quickly before looking away, your face going red. He held your face, moving your head gently to make you look at him.
“Who paid for our meals tonight…?”
You muttered out, “You did.”
“Right, I paid for us. You didn’t pay for me. I don’t owe you shit.”
You couldn’t help but laugh gently at that, the small tears in your eyes being blinked away as he smiled at you, gently kissing your tears away.
“I want you doll… Do you want me~?”
You answered him with a kiss. He kissed you back with the same passion you kissed him, pulling away only to move you to lay on the bed beneath him. He continued to kiss you deeply, your robe gently falling open beneath you, allowing him to slowly and gently grope at your newly exposed flesh as he kissed your neck, carefully biting into you to mark you. Your sighs and moans made him so hard he felt like he could explode without anything else…
Kissing down your chest slowly, he kissed your thighs, gently biting the inside of your thigh, making you yip. He chuckled softly, before you whined. He looked up at your flushed face, and you shook your head.
“What’s the matter baby~?”
“D-don’t want your tongue…”
“Hmmm, then what do you want~?”
You huffed, wiggling your hips in his face- Why would you do that if you didn’t want his tongue? He gave you a quick lick, making you moan and shudder.
“What do you want, baby~? You have to use your words~”
You whined again, “Y-you… I-I want your cock…”
He groaned with a smirk, pulling himself away from you and taking himself out of his boxers, lining himself up with you.
“Haa, ready baby~?”
“P-please..”
He chuckled again, slowly pressing himself into you. He actually moaned at the feeling, his head rolling back with his eyes as he pressed himself against you, getting as deep inside of you as he possibly could. He wanted to feel every inch of your wet heat for him, wanted ingrained in his fucking memory. Ugh, and your cute little moans had him bucking his hips into you, already fucking you with a fast pace. You gripped his shoulders, pulling him against you. He leaned into you, kissing you quickly.
“F-fuuck baby you- Ah you feel so fucking good baby… You got me hooked doll- Aah~”
“D-Dabiiii-Aaah~”
“What is it baby doll, come on- Tell me-ah- fuckin tell me what you want~”
“P-please let me- P-please let meeaah~”
“Do what you-you want baby- Cum on me, cum as much-fuckin cum as much as you want baby~”
You moaned again when he bit your neck, he could feel you clench around him, making his hips stutter. There was no way he’d finish so soon, despite your heavenly body making it incredibly hard to hold himself together. He gripped your hips as he fucked himself into you, looking down at where the two of you connected, watching his dick slide in and out of you, he could feel himself drooling at the sight of your juices coating his dick. He looked at your face and smirked, he saw you looking too.
“You like that baby~? Like the sight of my dick in you haa~?”
You nodded, moaning out a cute, “Haaaa-yeaaah~”
“Yeah baby, that’s what I thought- Fuck you’re so fucking perfect~”
You clenched around him again at the praise, making him smirk again, “You like that baby doll~? Like it when I praise you? Hah- Knew you’d be good- Fuckin’ prayed you’d be good f’me~”
You moaned again, “Dabi~! D-dabi- Dabi~”
“What baby- What is it~ What do you want~?”
You groaned, throwing your head back with an actual scream, “Y-ya-your cuuuum~!! W-waaah-nt your cum inside meeee~!!”
With how desperate you sounded, and how slick you were with your own cum, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. You did so much for him, did so much just because you wanted to help him and care about him. You loved him, and you didn’t even have to say it.
He loved you too, and he’d do anything for you.
He thrusted a few more times before pressing his hips against yours, cumming inside of you as deep as he could, swearing through gritted teeth- He never thought he’d ever be here, balls deep inside of you, emptying himself in you.
As the two of you caught your breath, Dabi carefully pulled himself out of you, kissing you hard. You knew he loved you as much as you loved him, and you kissed him back. You two laid like that for a moment, just holding each other.
“Dabi…”
“Yeah?”
“I’m not gonna get pregnant am I?”
He laughed loud at that, shaking his head, “Haha! No doll… I got snipped a few years back, but I can get’cha the pill if you’re worried.”
You flushed, “I think I’ll be fine then, haha~”
“You outta be, or else I’ll be asking a lot of questions.”
You rolled your eyes, before smiling cheekily.
“Dabi~”
“Hm?”
You were silent for a moment, “I love you.”
He jumped slightly at that before smiling into you, nodding his head.
“Love you too, doll face~”
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1. Hi! Can you help me look for this fic (cause its been months since the last time I read it) wherein WWX is LWJ’s husband and he is teaching in gusu wearing gusulan robes? I remember students likes wwx that one sect leader went to Cloud Recesses to insult wwx for seducing his son.
Btw, the fic includes photos of WWX wearing gusulan (white robes) (I think they got the image where Xiao Zhan was Shi Ying)
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2. Hi! Can you help me find these 2 fics. Thank you very much
A) Twitter thread fic wherein nyancheng went to book signing of his fav author zewujun.  I remember after the book signing, lxc reach out his hand for handshake and when they shakehands, bolts were felt and they went into heat/rut. Apparently they are soulmates. Nyancheng was embarrassed because his ears and tails pop out due to heat. (I actually forgot lxc animal trait)
B) Modern Au where in wwx is in the airport with police and ambulance because apparently wwx plane went missing for 13 years (???). The people in the plane (including wwx) thought that they have been in the plane for few hours but outside the plane, its been years. Wwx didn’t even aged up while his family (including lwj) aged up
2B)
看客散去唯你我不忘 | the world forgets but i still remember you by prettyxianxian (T, 11k, wangxian, modern, manifest au, flashbacks, multiple POV, angst w happy ending, hurt/comfort, everyone lives au, insecurities, JC & WWX reconciliation, good parent YZY & JFM)
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3. Hey! I hope you guys are doing great and resting in the midst of everything in life and updating this blog as well. Unfortunately, I fear I'm here to add to your burdens 😅
So I was looking for this fic. I remember it being set in the Canon era where Wei Wuxian is just extremely intelligent, and he goes on this  whole tirade about how he came to the conclusion concerning the waterborne abyss witht the use of talismanic theory in the library while Lan Wangji makes the charcoal for him to write and at the end Wangji is just so fascinated by Wuxian while the latter is like, "sorry for unloading that whole thing on you" kind of vibe. 
I can't seem to remember what the name is. I was looking for it in my history, and it's just so difficult when it's just that kne scene you remember. Do you suppose you could help my misery. Thank you in advance. @poetic-writes
FOUND? 🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 663k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement)
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4. Hi! I'm looking for a fic where wwx is a musician in university living in this huge dorm. He sometimes hears beautiful piano music (lwj) coming from somewhere in the building but he doesn't know where. They start to play music together and don't know each other's identities. They don't find out each other's identities until graduation or something. @its0nnetflix
FOUND? sounds like through a window softly by impossibletruths (T, 14k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, music au, neigbors, graduate school, music as a love language) on AO3 except that LWJ is a violin player
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5. okay, i once started reding a wangxian fic that was based on another fic called "the simplest way forward" and it was like this, wangxian were roommates and someone dropped Yuan off at their door and that's all i remember because i didn't finish it and now i can't find it, help me please and thank you <3 @akutamichan
FOUND? so take my hand (take my whole life too) by cicer (E, 92k, WangXian, Modern AU, Accidental Baby Acquisition, oh my god they were roommates, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, this fic is not about trauma, it’s about the yearning, slowburn)
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6. hi! i was looking for an E rated sbwy gym fic where wwx thinks of him and lwj as really good gymbros. one point theyre at a smoothie(?) place where wwx says hes glad they started seeing each other (as friends) but lwj interprets it as romantic. jc had said wwx was feminine when theyre were 14 or smth and so wwx has a mild complex abt it. i rmbr wwx has an old flip phone and nhs makes a joke how wwx is rich enough to buy a new smartphone instead, also when lwj sends photos it takes forever to load in. i think lwj did soundtracks for movies too? and wwx mentions watching those movies for him. sry thats all i rmbr! i believe its possibly deleted, and if so does anyone have it downloaded?
#6 has been privated I think 😓
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7. For the next fic finder I was wondering if you could help me find two specific Hogwarts AUs?
- Moved to a YiZhan FF/ITMF post
The second one is really vague and I’m sorry for that but I remember a WangXian fic where Wei Wuxian is part Veela and maybe he’s a Slytherin or Hufflepuff? I can’t seem to remember anything else besides there being a focus on Wei Wuxian’s volatile nature and battle prowess due to his Veela blood. He may have also killed a guy, or at least severely harmed some guy in self defense. I loved their world building and I’m so upset that I’ve lost both of them. Thank you for the help in advance.
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8. Hey! Been following for a while and enjoying all the finders and recs from this page!
I have a request though, I'm trying to look for this fiction where wei ying is a general (i think) and lan zhan is a dragon, and there's a war between all sect, with the lans, the nie, and wen on one side, against the jin and jiang on the other. There's also animal shifters among the gentry where I think the jiang might be water birds?? I can't quite remember. The jiang and Jin end up defeated and the others win. Wei ying.is also a genius tactician and is respected by the other side of the war. I can't remember the name of the fiction and I'm desperate to find it. I think it's a completed fic too
Many thanks if you find it! (And could you tag me so I definitely see the post this request shows up if its found?? I forget things easily) @elderredraccoon​
FOUND! Crossing Paths by Ilona22 (M, 21k, wangxian, shapeshifter au, graphic depictions of violence, war between sects, war crimes, not JC friendly, happy ending)
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9. Hi! I'm looking for a WangXian fic where WWX and LWJ go back in time but WWX goes back a very long time before his birth. He holes up in the Burial Mounds and becomes notorious as the YLLZ. He's also pretty depressed I think? When WWX realizes that LWJ is born he storms into the Cloud Recesses and demands LWJ's hand in marriage -- LWJ is only 12 (I think) at this point and LQR and LXC are horrified but LWJ agrees without their input (he still has his original memories). WWX starts out just treating LWJ like a child he's very fond of but when LWJ gets older and becomes an adult, they resume a sexual relationship and I think WWX comments on how they're slowly shifting their dynamics from Kind Mentor WWX/Young Mentee LWJ to Bratty Bubbly WWX/Calm Dominant LWJ. I remember really liking this fic but I don't remember what any of its tags were or whether it was a single fic or a series of one shots etc etc. I would appreciate the help! @sssrha​
FOUND? An Unusual Betrothal by ahealthydoseof (G, 74k, wangxian, time travel, age difference, immortality, BAMF WWX, younger LWJ, older WWX, misunderstandings, fluff & crack, worried parents, rabbits, food, non-sexual intimacy, murder, fix-it of sorts, developing relationship, humor, arranged marriage, jealousy, friendship, family feels, dysfunctional family, fatherhood, angst, hurt/comfort, mentor WWX, natural disasters, sworn brotherhood, serious injuries, kissing)
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10. Looking for a fic, please help! the wens had won the war years ago. I only remember a scene where lan wangji and the juniors were in a shop or restaurant of some sort and wen xu comes in and intimidates lan wangji to where the juniors defend him. He thanks them later saying it’s hard for him to deal with wen xu. (he had lan wangji in captivity during the war, lan wangji still has Nightmares about it). I don’t remember where wei ying is or if he “died”. Thanks!!!!
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11. Hello! I'm looking for 2 fics that I have wanted to rec on ITMFs so many times but just can't find! Both are canon divergent, not modern au.
A) it is a sort of eldritch wwx. He was eaten by a demon that like. Consumed his memories and wanted to be wwx? And then he gets back to sunshot, vomits up wen chaos teeth, has sex with lan zhan and also eats cows whole? Its a good one!
B) this one I remember just one scene. It is post sun shot, a confrontation at the jin banquet with yllz wwx. Yu Ziyuan is alive and checks his core in public and realizes he is coreless (i really think its her! But maybe someone else...). This might have been schemed by wen qing? Fix it after this point i think. @absurdlyadmiredarmchair​
11A)
FOUND! You are what you eat by deliciousblizzardshark (E, 17k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Eldritch WWX, Horny LWJ, Body Horror, Possession, of a sort, Cannibalism, kind of, Mild Gore, Teeth, Fluff and Humor, Smut, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Monster sex, Switching, Light BDSM, Rimming, Self-Lubrication, Seriousness treated Crackily, Implied/Referenced Torture, Dead WWX)
11B)
FOUND! seldom all they seem by Fahye (E, 24k, wangxian, canon divergence, arranged marriage, or rather arranged betrothal, weapongrade thirst)
not found Yearning for Miles by Murahi (M, 378k, WangXian, LQR/SiSi, Canon Divergence, Angst, Fluff, Slow burn, Mutual Pining, seeing the future) There is a scene like this quite far into the fic. It's chapter 64 to be precise 😊
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12. anyone know of a fic where wwx falls into the wen treasure room after sunshot, it's the only thing i remember about it
I don't know what the fic for #12, but I think I've read it before and Wen Qing & Wen Ning show a group of people onto the Wen throne room through a back door, and WN had to open it as it could only be opened by a male Wen. There was a big Wen family tree on the wall of this secret entrance.
FOUND! Better Things to Do with a Flute in Wartime by Anonymous (E, 365k, MingXian, WangXianJue, Sunshot Campaign, Fix-It, Magical Healing Cock, Dual Cultivation, mild Dom/Sub, Undernegotiated Kink, Golden Core Reveal, Breathplay, Choking, Painplay, Subdrop, Topdrop, Major Character Injury, Canon Divergence, What-If, Temperature Play, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Fisting, Spanking, PTSD, Trauma, Self-Harm, (in the pursuit of cultivational badassery) Something similar happens in chapters 43-45
Not FOUND! ❤️ Gentians in bloom by teawater (M, 251k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, AU after cold spring, Political Marriage, Dysfunctional Family, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort, LQR bashing (not really), POV Multiple, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Eventual Happy Ending, BAMF WWX, JC is actually a lot better than canon, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, YZY bashing (again not completely)) the one mentioned with the wen family tree is, in chapter 33
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13. Hi 
Firstly, I want to say thank you, this blog is awesome, and I have found so many good Fics to read as well as find ones that I have lost or forgot to bookmark. 
Secondly, I would like help to find a fic, from what I remember Wei Ying was drunk on the rooftop when someone approached. In his drunken state, he thinks it was Lan Wangji that showed up so he goes on saying things like are you here to punish me again. He also asks why Lan Wangji hates him so much, but the whole entire time it was actually Lan Xichen he was talking to. I think it takes place after he got punished for drinking in Cloud Recess, and then something happens and he almost falls off the roof but Lan Xichen catches him. Lan Wangji had apparently witnessed the whole thing and tried to apologize but Lan Xichen coldly tells him the apology should be given to Wei Ying instead when he wakes up. 
Again, thank you so much in advance. 
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14. Hi 👋,  for the next fic finder - im trying to find a fic i saw awhile back. I cant remember too clearly but i think lwj got separated from the lan clan when he was young and found himself in a brothel. I remember when he was young - he only had to clean etc but as he was growing,  his good looks started getting noticed. I think he also asked someone to curse him so he looks hideous or something. 
Please help me find this 🙏.  Thank you so much 🌸
FOUND? Turn Left by kianspo (M, 204k, WangXian, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Friends to Lovers, eventually, references to child sexual abuse, not main characters,  Neurodivergent LWJ, Slow Build, Lán Family Feels, specifically, Twin Jades of Lán Feels, lwj-centric, Twin Jades of Lán Dynamics, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies)
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15. hi! i’m looking for a fic that’s gone missing! it’s a modern au, where lan zhan and wei ying are strangers that are matched by a hotel and are going to spend wei ying’s heat together. it’s supposed to be a hotel where u can safely share a heat without the threat of pregnancy but they throw that out the window and just spend it together. oh! it’s a smut fix lol. but yeah that’s about it. hopefully u can find it, i randomly thought ab and could not find it anywhere :’) 
random detail: lan zhan’s cello fingers were pointed out @alt-stay
FOUND! Lucid by lazulink (E, 9k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Assigned Heat Partners, Strangers to Lovers Speedrun, Scenting, Nesting, Knotting, Mating Bites, Cunnilingus, Rimming, Humiliation, Blow Jobs, Breeding Kink, Spanking, Consensual Non-Consent, Consensual Somnophilia, Breathplay, Loss of Virginity, Light Dom/sub, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, PWP, Intersex Omegas, Under-negotiated Kink, Implied Future Mpreg)
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16. Strange one again, I'm looking for a fic that mentions the situation at Lotus Pier is made harder by the fact that JFM has his servants, YZY has hers, but because they're so separate, nobody knows whether his servants outrank hers or whose orders take precdence, and how WWX gets tangled in it. Pretty sure it's a Lan commenting on the disharmony, but not 100%.
FOUND? Alliance AU by Ilona22 (E, 17k, wangxian, ABO, arranged marriage, intersex omegas, canon Jiang family dynamics, not JC friendly, matchmaking, night hunts) is 'Lotus Pier' Ilona22 is the third fic in their Alliance AU. It's an ABO series, and the bit about the separate household is from the perspective of a servant there witnesses happy Wangxian at the Lotus Pier markets
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17. Hi! For your next fic finder can I please request this wangxian time travel fic where LWJ goes back to where WWX just reappeared after the burial mounds and LWJ asks him to marry him and WWX takes it as a joke??? thank you! @iyo-luv
FOUND? Lan Wangji's Prank by shiroakuma (E, 23k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, everyone lives au, pining, golden core reveal, YLLZ WWX, first kiss, first time, love confessions, wangxian get happy ending) hi!! so, for the last fic finder, #17 might be "Lan Wangji's Prank" by shiroakuma? i say might bc lwj asks to court wwx, not marry, but this is the only fic that came to mind when i read the request <33
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18. So I’m looking for a specific fic that I know is on ao3, can’t remember the name of the story nor the author though.
And that’s after looking through my history on ao3 for over an hour.
All I really remember from it was that it was short, like one to ten chapters long.
(And yes I do consider 10 chapters short)
It took place in cloud recess study arc, jiang Cheng punched or got into a physical fight with Jin Zixuan, in the classroom if I remember correctly.
Wei wuxian was injured. Somehow, story could be after the waterborne abyss.
Oh and the Jiangs asking WWX why he didn’t defend Yanli. Despite the fact he’s injured on the floor. @ravenwithwings​
FOUND! If only you knew (what goes on in my mind) by makexianxianhappytoday (G, 7k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, angst w/ happy ending, not Jiang friendly, protective LWJ)
Not FOUND! No Refunds, Satisfaction Guaranteed by la_muerta (E, 20k, WangXian, Robots & Androids, Childhood Friends, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Rimming, Come as Lube, Semi-Public Sex, Light Bondage, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Dom/sub Undertones)
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19. Hello! I’m trying to find a fic where lan zhan orders a sex robot/android and wei ying goes to deliver it but there’s a problem with getting it up to the apartment so he goes to the apartment to talk to lan zhan and lan zhan mistakes him as the robot and wei ying for some reason decides to go along with it? Please help I can’t seem to find it anywhere! 🙏💜 @rainingkittens​
Not FOUND! Heartspots & Human Things by flowerofgusu (E, 17k, wangxian, major character death, modern, romance, falling in love, angst w happy ending, with a twist, grief/mourning, versatile wangxian, eventual smut, demisexual LWJ, tragedy with a twist, tenderness, second chances, learning to love again, sex robot WWX, morally grey NHS)
FOUND! No Refunds, Satisfaction Guaranteed by la_muerta (E, 20k, WangXian, Robots & Androids, Childhood Friends, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Rimming, Come as Lube, Semi-Public Sex, Light Bondage, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Dom/sub Undertones)
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20. hello! thank you for your help. I'm looking for a modern au fic where wwx was in an abusive relationship with wen chao (or wen zhuliu? one of the bad wens). all I remember is that a-yuan was wen chao's biological child and wwx wanted to protect him so he suffered the abuse for years and when wen chao went to prison wwx adopted a-yuan. hopefully someone recognizes
FOUND! how to make your dad fall in love with your high school teacher in five steps; the complete and bulletproof guide by ravenditefairylights (T, 90k, wangxian, modern, coffee shop au, nonbinary LSZ, hurt/comfort, trauma, past abuse, past domestic violence, healing, hurt WWX, found family, hospitalization, therapy, single parent WWX, pining, teacher LWJ, unreliable narrator, chronic pain, queer platonic relationship, genderfluid WWX, autistic LWJ, fluff & angst)
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like the apple on the tree | 🔞
; optional male lead smut |  ☁️
w: carthief!au
Your father doesn’t give you enough credit for how intelligent you are. Not like it’s hard to put two and two together when noticing the shady business and sneaky deals going down in his auto shop. Growing up in such an environment has you keen on paying attention to the smallest of details, and now that you’re older, having witnessed stolen car after stolen car coming into the garage before he’s suddenly making excuses and disappearing to handle business, you’ve come awfully good at pretending you’re unaware of what’s actually going on.
Though it’s no secret he lives a risky life to give you everything you’ve ever had. Through so many years of running a chop shop, having his crew steal specific, lavish cars and either selling the parts or shipping them off to foreign countries, he’s given a spoiled life for his ‘princess’. And with you being the only family in his life he cares about, he’s kept a protective, watchful eye on you, closer than most. Which is why his underlings know not to even look your way when you enter the shop, to either drop off your father’s lunch because you know he’s been too busy to eat, or to borrow his credit card for gas money and anything else you may need. 
Not that you could ever mind. The less you know, the better. It’s not like you’ve ever paid much attention to the men working under your father’s command. The greased up, sweaty guys tearing the cars apart under the front that they’re only making repairs usually didn’t interest you in the least bit, other than hearing small talk when they think you’re not listening to get the juicy information.
It’s not until someone new enters the shop one day when you’re in your father’s office after stopping by to get the brakes on your car checked. Your attention is immediately drawn to him as your father speaks with one of his boys, informing them what needs to be done on your car, but you’re hardly paying attention to the conversation the second your eyes land on the brightest, widest smile. The moment the man steps out of the shiny, steel gray Porsche he drove into the garage, he cards fingers through the strands of hair, licking his lips before grinning to one of your father’s other workers known as Archer, and then patting him on the shoulder as if to say, “she’s all yours.”
Of course, he means the car and of course it’s stolen, which has your heart racing the moment the man’s eyes come in contact with yours. You try to ignore the way your insides begin to shake beneath his gaze, and somehow he looks much too pure to be around all the other car thieves and criminals. Even if you can notice the outline of well-defined muscles beneath a thin, gray t-shirt, he doesn’t look the part of a typical crew member of your father’s shady business.
His eyes narrow, obviously taking in the sight of you standing next to your father, sun dress hugging your waist and breasts and the hem barely covering your thighs, which he stares at for far too long. Even a smirk grows on his lips, causing your cheeks to burn hot thanks to his confidence, and obvious stupidity because everyone else in the shop already knows not to dare even think about crossing the line with you.
But him, well, he is either dumb, or incredibly brave, but either explanation still has butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you bite your lip and wish your father wasn’t around so you could at least say hello. It’s not until someone comes to his side to nudge him does he finally tear his gaze away, and you quickly regain your composure to turn back to your father, hoping you weren’t caught.
From then on out, each time you notice him in the garage, your body has the same reaction. Quivering knees. Flushed cheeks. Shaking insides. Biting your lip and fluttering your eyes, and he smirks your way to tell you he notices all of it. Funny how he can have such an affect on you when you don’t even know his name. However, there are three things you do know about him: he can hotwire a car faster than anyone else that’s worked for your father, he’s one hell of a driver, and he’s not shy in the least bit about letting it be known what he thinks of you. But the most important fact of all, he’s off limits, and even if the desires make it so tempting to find out who he really is, you know the consequences will be much more severe if anyone were to find out.
So you try to keep to yourself, attempting to ignore the way he looks at you whenever he enters the shop. Trying to ignore feeling the heat from his gaze focused on your body as you walk and trying to ignore the imagines that pop up in your mind of the two of you together when he catches you staring for far too long. Which comes as a surprise to you, considering you’re not experienced in the least bit in that field, either. Yet the intrusive, sinfully naughty thoughts continue to appear more often than not, and it doesn’t take long for you to realize you’re completely infatuated with him. 
Still, with infatuation comes desires to get to know him better, and with that, you find yourself looking out for not only yourself, but for him. You never take the leap, knowing you would be risking him as well, and maybe he’s not as dumb as you first thought since he keeps his distance. Maybe his new found friends at the shop have warned him enough, or maybe he begins to lose interest when you don’t show up to see your father as often. Either way, it doesn’t stop the desires from flooding you and it definitely doesn’t stop the thoughts of the two of you together. You’re curious, and you’re hooked, and there’s a feeling deep down inside that screams you will get your chance soon enough.
And soon enough comes a month and a half after you first noticed him in the garage. A night out on the town with your friends for a birthday celebration turns into getting shots at a bar, and through your drunken, blurry haze you spot that familiar smile and muscles beneath a thin, flimsy t-shirt walk past you with Archer and a few other boys from the shop. At first, you’re curious if the group of men are there to celebrate after a big grab (you’ve heard that it’s actually a thing around the shop every once in a while), or if it’s just a casual night out. 
Then the thought crosses your mind that they will spot you there, and worries of your father finding out you’re in a strange bar with your friends after downing one too many shots flood your mind. Of course, you’re an adult and can do what you wish, but it doesn’t mean you enjoy hearing his nagging when he only wants to protect his ‘princess’. As you sway drunkenly back and forth against your chair, you know he would suffer cardiac arrest if he knew how intoxicated you were.
But Tiffany orders another round as you groan, wanting to decline, go home, curl up with your cat and sleep, but none of the girls will allow it. It’s a time for celebration, a time to let loose, and to hell with what your father thinks, they tell you. Giggling, you agree, ignoring the worries and Archer with his new friend, and downing the shot like a pro. It certainly draws attention to your table in the smoky bar, the other customers hearing you laugh and talk a little louder than you should, and it doesn’t help the birthday girl is wearing a sparkling princess crown the rest of you bought her as a joke. Unknowingly to you, certain eyes shift your way, and before you realize it, your little party is interrupted by a rough voice.
“Excuse me ladies,” you hear, blinking once, twice, three times but your eyelids are suddenly too heavy to focus, “we’ve noticed you having a good time over here, and we would like to buy you a round.”
Turning, you spot two men with their hands in their pockets and their faces hopeful, gazes switching between your friends and you and a slur to the words one of them speaks. You roll your eyes the moment you turn away, not wanting to be bothered by any random men and their unneeded drinks. 
“No thanks,” Tiffany speaks for all of you, feeling the tension in the air and she’s always been the most bold. “Have a good night,” she dismisses them with a smile, but from the two continuing to linger, you can tell they’re not going to take it well.
“Oh come on,” the other butts in, stepping forward until he’s nearly towering over the friend seated next to you. “Don’t be like that. We’re just trying to be nice.”
“And we said no thanks.” her eyes narrow, not backing down from these persistent, obnoxious men. “Bye bye.” 
“It’s just one round,” the first man chimes in, frustration growing in his voice and the tone makes your heart race. “Don’t be ru-”
“Hey, they said they’re not interested.” Another voice echoes from behind, much softer, but it’s stern, confident. “Plus, we got them covered, so you can leave now.” Your head jerks to of course see the new guy from the shop standing behind you, arms folded over his chest, nostrils flared, and brow hitched. Archer stays close behind, cocking his head to one side as if to question if there will be a problem, letting it be known he has no issue handling it.
With that, the two men receive the hint loud and clear, raising their hands and backing away to surrender in the corner of the bar. Meanwhile, the new guy and Archer stay put, making sure neither of them will be a problem if they leave, and Tiffany looks fed up with all of it.
“Well, thanks for that, but like we said, we don’t nee-”
“It’s okay, Tiffany,” you interrupt her defensive rant, but you don’t blame her. “This is Archer and…” Then your voice fades, realizing you don’t even know how to explain how you know them.
The new guy steps forward to offer his name, lips curling into a smile before his teeth are flashed, blaming the alcohol on the way it makes your heart beat at a rapid pace. “We work for her father.” He motions his head toward you, and the girls relax in their seats, understanding. 
“Oh,” she mutters, glancing between the two of you, all before a lightbulb goes off in her head once she fully takes in his appearance. “Oh!” Her eyes pop, knowing he fits the exact description of the one you told her about so many times before. The wide, bright smile. The hair. And when he smirks, it confirms it that this is the guy you’ve been thinking about non-stop for a month.
“Well, if you will be okay, we’ll leave you to your celebration,” he politely informs, glancing down directly at you as his gaze lingers for far too long. When he licks his lips, a rush of heat floods your body, but you put the blame on the alcohol for that as well. “Goodnight.” 
When the two turn to leave, Tiffany nearly jumps out of her chair. “Wait!” The urgency in her voice has the two men stopping, and you glare at her as a wicked smile forms on her lips. He steps forward first, brows raised, curiosity written on his face and you know whatever she says next is reason to murder your best friend. “Why… don’t you take her home?”
“Tiffany,” you say through your teeth, hoping he didn’t hear, but you need her to stop trying to set you up immediately. 
“She’s been… not feeling well. And I know she’s tired,” she rambles on, not caring for the way you’re staring a hole into her head. If looks could kill. “I mean, if that’s okay? We’ve all been drinking and we’re not ready to call a cab.” 
“Tiffany, please,” you groan, shaking your head and not daring to look up at him to gauge his reaction to the request. “He doesn’t want to-”
“I don’t mind,” he interrupts, catching you by surprise as Tiffany grins in victory while the other girls giggle. “I mean, if you want me to give you a ride. I don’t mind.” The rest of the girls and Tiffany smirk and nod, pushing you to go with him. They’re all eager for you to get laid, but maybe they wouldn’t be so encouraging if they knew who he actually was and what he actually did for your father.
“You don’t have to…” Your voice falls quiet, suddenly insecure and intimidated even after all those nights spent fantasizing about him. Here he is, right before you offering to take you home, and you can’t find the strength to even look at him as you stare into your lap. Your fingers tug on a loose string of your dress, biting your lip as the warmth floods your cheeks, too embarrassed to say much else.
“I don’t mind, really,” he assures you, and his soft tone finally causes your eyes to rise, looking through your lashes to see him smiling while already pulling his keys from the pocket of his denim jeans. “It would be my pleasure.” 
You have a hard time arguing with that, standing from your chair to follow him out, but not before glaring at Tiffany one last time. She winks, telling you she’s confident you will be thanking her later, but in your drunken, head-spinning, wobbly-legged state, you somehow don’t believe it. 
He guides you to the parking lot, hand managing to find its way to your back the moment you begin to lose your balance from the alcohol. This can’t end well, you tell yourself, groaning from the way your heels are now killing your feet and your dress feels so damn tight and uncomfortable. As you approach his car, it doesn’t take long to figure out it’s most likely stolen, which begs the question of who he stole it from to have the keys available. From the steel gray, curvy exterior sitting too low to the ground and shiny, matching rims, to the comfy, leather seats and sleek dashboard with lights that nearly blind you when he starts the engine, you know only a select few people drive such cars in the city, raising the risk of driving around so casually. 
“Seatbelt,” he reminds you, but doesn’t give your delayed response time a chance to kick in before he reaches over you to grip the buckle, securing it around your body and clicking it into place. From him leaning closer, you catch a hint of his cologne, breathing him in deeper without realizing to wonder how he could smell so much better than you have been imagining in the last month and a half. 
“Thanks,” you mutter shyly, nervously biting your lip while he asks for directions to your place. In an instant, you’re blurting out slurred street names, places, and a few drunken whimpers as your head falls onto the seat and your eyes close. You knew you should have stopped before the last shot, and you have a feeling future you is going to be more than pissed off at present you. 
From his chuckle, you’re unsure if he knows where he’s going as he pulls out of the bar, but he says nothing as he presses the gas and takes off down the road. The engine roars, wondering how fast he’s actually going, but drunken you decides you don’t care. The only thing your mind can fall back to is your father finding out he’s driving you home in a stolen vehicle. Sober you will be worried sick at the thought, but that will come tomorrow.
“Is this car stolen?” You raise your head to peer at him, blinking to try to gather the strength to hold your eyes open.
“What?” He chuckles again, except this time there is hesitation in the laugh and the way he glances toward you. 
“I’m not stupid,” you begin to ramble. “I know what my father is and what he does. I know what you do, even if I don’t know much else about you. I hear the gossip in the shop. So, answer me. Is this car stolen?” From deep down somewhere, you gain a bold new confidence, challenging him to tell the truth, but he only laughs with a shake of his head. 
“Are you sure you haven’t had too much to drink?” He dodges the question, which earns an eye roll and an exaggerated sigh. 
“You exhaust me.” Then you’re peering out of the window, watching the city lights pass, listening to the engine purr, and you don’t look over at him until he whispers his next words.
“I could say the same thing.”
“What?” Your eyes grow wide, brow creasing. “What does that mean? What have I done?”
“What haven’t you done?” He smirks, never pulling his eyes from the road, but his grip on the wheel tightens. “You always show up at the garage, in those sexy little dresses while all eyes are on you. And I think you like it. Asking daddy for money and swaying your hips from side to side, smiling, giggling. God, it drives me fucking wild and it only makes me want you more knowing that I can’t have you. That you’re off limits, and you like it, don’t you? You like driving me crazy, biting your lip, batting your lashes, and staring at me knowing I am thinking of all the nastiest fucking things I want to do to you.”
Your breath becomes trapped in your throat the longer he speaks, pulling the air right from your lungs and suddenly the car feels so small. His desires come to the surface to have you squeezing your thighs together and you know, just from him speaking, that arousal has already started to soak through your panties. You don’t even need to check to see how badly your body craves him, heat filling every inch of your skin and you’re suddenly so speechless. 
He says nothing, but his jaw is clenched and his eyes are narrowed, putting all of his focus on the road ahead to not think about you finally sitting next to him, finally getting you alone, and finally getting a chance to speak his thoughts. 
Your mind begins to enter panic mode after receiving the confirmation that he feels exactly the same way that you have felt for so long. It’s risky, and it’s dumb, and even though you know the consequences would be severe, all your drunken thoughts can do is remind you of all the nights spent thinking about him and what you wanted him to do to your body. 
“I-I don’t know what you mean,” you stutter, looking down at your lap. “I never noticed. I never notice any of the men my father has working for him.” 
Suddenly, he stomps on the break, stalling the car in the middle of the street just beneath a green light. Your eyes pop, leaning forward to take in your surroundings, afraid someone else might see a random, stolen car in the middle of the intersection. Or God forbid, a police officer hidden out of sight. However, nothing but a few parked cars and dim street lights accompany the two of you on the road, and as you settle in your seat, you notice his eyes trained on you. 
“You don’t notice?” he asks, then reaches to snap his seatbelt free before leaning closer. “So you are trying to tell me from the very first time I saw you, you never noticed me looking, staring, dying to have you?”
“N-no,” you whimper a reply, losing all confidence from the little space between the two of you, his cologne filling your nose once again and his eyes seem so dark, so intense as he questions you.
He chuckles, licking his bottom lip as his eyes trail down your body, then back to meet your gaze. “Alright then,” he simply says, a smirk on his lips all before he leans closer, and for a moment you think he’s going to kiss you. Your eyes fall shut, lips parting and waiting to feel him against your skin because God, did you ever want to kiss him in that moment. However, the only thing you feel is his breath ghosting over your ear. “But just know from now on that whenever you see me, all I’m going to be picturing is my face between your thighs, tasting you, pleasing you, and making you come until you’re crying my name.” 
His words don’t even register in your mind entirely when he pulls away to stare into your eyes. Your body begins to ache regardless, so wet and worked up thanks to his boldness, speaking honestly and if you were truthful, you would tell him how you have been dying to have just that. 
“And no,” he suddenly speaks, raising a brow as his hand rises to skim the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip before your mouth reacts, opening up for him, but he goes no farther, “I’m not going to kiss you. Not yet.”
He leans back in his seat as if it’s nothing, pressing his foot to the gas and continuing the drive to your place. You don’t even think you would have a voice if you did want to reply, but you know there is no use when he has said it all. It’s clear he’s aware you’re lying and it’s clear he knows just how to get you worked up. It’s as if he’s testing you, and you’re not sure, if he’s going to play so dirty, that you will be able to hold out.
***
An entire week passes before you see him again. You know you should keep your distance, wondering if popping in at the shop would be a bad idea thanks to his warning. Yet, you can’t get his words out of your mind.  His confession spilled in the car seven days before only makes the visuals all the more prominent. Night after night you fell asleep to thoughts of him, even touching yourself once or twice while picturing just what he wishes to do to you. 
When you finally make your way back to the shop thanks to a check engine light on your car, you’re a bit more hesitant than before. Luckily for you, he seems to be nowhere in sight as your father calls on Archer to take a look at your vehicle. And when Archer approaches, he doesn’t even make eye contact with you. It’s either thanks to him spotting you at the bar that night, or already knowing what happened between his colleague and you. Well, assuming, since nothing happened other than him speaking what you both already knew, but you know a man’s mind likes to wander. 
“It will only be a few minutes,” Archer informs your father. “It’s probably only the spark plugs.” 
Your father nods and Archer goes on about his business, leaving the two of you alone only a second before he’s making an excuse, lying that he needs to be somewhere at some time and Archer will take care of your car. You can only nod, having been through the routine so many times before.
When he leaves, you linger for a bit, watching Archer check this and that on your car between glancing at your phone over and over out of boredom. At least he isn’t around, you think, allowing you to rest easy without the fear of tension or someone catching on to the way neither of you can take your eyes off the other. 
After a while, you realize the work on your car is taking a bit longer than imagined. Since you have a lunch date with Tiffany in the next hour, you decide to take the opportunity to freshen up in the washroom to save time and apply touch-ups to your makeup. 
Once in the bathroom, you don’t bother locking or even shutting the door entirely before pulling your lipstick from your bag to reapply to your lips. You make a few faces in the mirror, grinning to yourself over being silly thanks to the boredom, all before beginning to fix a few stray hairs, putting them back in place.
Lost in your own world, you don’t hear the bathroom door open, but you do hear boots against the tiles a second before his reflection appears in the mirror behind you. However, he does anything but startle you, approaching slowly, gently, and with a grin on his lips once he sees you were checking your appearance.
“You shouldn’t be in here,” you whisper, watching him shut the door behind himself in the mirror. “If someone sees…”
“Your father isn’t here,” he informs you, stepping closer, and closer, and taking the final step until you can feel his chest brush against your back. 
“I don’t mean just my father,” you warn him, a certain tremble rising in your voice from his closeness.. “None of those guys out there are loyal to either of us. If they decide to rat us out.”
“You think I’m worried about them?” With the question, he leans forward, pulling his eyes from the mirror to tear away from your gaze, mouth coming dangerously close to your exposed neck and you can feel his breath against your skin. 
“You… you should be.” You gulp, eyes closing to ready yourself, hoping any second you will feel his skin against yours.
But it never comes. “If you don’t want to do this, then tell me.” Your eyes flutter open at his words, meeting his stare in the mirror once again. “If you want me to, just say the words and I’ll back off. I’ll never bother you again, but I need to know. I need you to tell me what you want.” 
Another gulp fills in your throat, becoming much louder than the first before your head falls and you focus on the sink beneath your palms. You weren’t even aware how hard your fingers have been clutching the sides, fearful of your legs giving out if you let go. 
And it’s all the little things that have you so bothered lately. The sound of his voice, his appearance, his need for reassurance, and his patience all have your knees shaking and your body aching for him. There’s no way you could get away with being with him, yet there’s no way you can deny how badly you want him.
“I-I do,” you whisper, taking a few breaths deeper than before. “I… I want it.” 
“It?” He chuckles, leaning in once again for his lips to brush against your ear. “You need to tell me exactly what you want.” And his voice lowers, becoming so deep as he speaks you can nearly feel the tremble in your body. 
“I…” you begin, hesitating, taking another deep breath before the next words release in a quivering exhale, “I want you.” 
“Good, baby,” he praises you, bringing a hand up to brush against your hip. Instantly, a shiver shoots down your spine, not being able to stop the quiet moan that spills from your lips. He notices right away, a deep chuckle building in his chest as his lips skim down the exposed skin of your neck. “If you have that kind of reaction to me barely touching you, I can’t wait to see what happens when I make you come.”
God, you hated yourself in the moment for how inexperienced, how innocent, you were. He knows the perfect things to say to set your body on fire because no one has ever spoken such tempting words to you before. Him speaking his mind, letting you know how badly he wants you comes as something new, and in just a few words he has your arousal dripping once again. 
“Will you tell me something, baby?” he asks, but doesn’t wait on you to say yes. “Has anyone pleasured you before? Has anyone made you come by eating your pussy?”
Once again, his words have you trembling, mind racing on how to answer him, but embarrassment floods you when you realize you don’t want to speak the truth. Suddenly you’re clutching the sink tighter, not daring to pull your eyes away from the white porcelain and gold faucets. 
But he is quick to catch on, and from the tone of his words, you know there is a smirk on his lips. “That’s what I thought.” Before you can respond, he pulls away, allowing your tense body to relax even just a bit. “I’ll see you later. I gotta get back to work, and Archer is probably done with your car by now.”
Then your eyes grow wide, turning to face him as the realization sets in that he’s not going to follow through with his words in the moment. “You’re… leaving?” You blink, staring at him swipe his tongue over his bottom lip before smiling wide. 
“Don’t worry, baby,” he says, stepping closer. “I’ll give you what you want soon enough.” He’s so close that his hands find their hand to cup your face and his lips come crashing down onto your own. It’s urgent, the way his lips caress yours, yet he isn’t rough and he isn’t taking as much control as you assumed he would. The way his lips part before his tongue caresses your bottom lip has your mouth opening to allow him entrance. His heavy breaths on your cheek informs you he’s holding back, and the gentle way his thumbs brush over your jaw causes you to realize, even if those lips can speak such dirty things, he can be careful as well.
He pulls away to leave you dying for more. Without a word, he exits the bathroom while wiping your lipstick from his mouth, erasing all remnants of you from his body until he gets another chance to get you alone.
***
He knew what he was doing leaving you in such a state. Two days pass and you can barely stand the thoughts swarming your mind. His words replay in your head like a broken record to remind you how badly your body needs his touch. The feel of his lips against your skin leave a permanent mark of desire, knowing you need to see him before you drive yourself wild from the fantasies. 
Lucky for you, you’re aware there are certain nights when the boys’ shift extends into the early hours of the morning. Small talk and future plans overheard as you linger around the garage lead you to being informed of the schedule, working until the sun rises to get the jobs done. 
As you prepare to make a sudden appearance at the garage, you pray he is the one working. You can sweet talk your way out of it if it happens to be Archer with him, knowing he won’t ask too many questions in fear of knowing too much he’s not willing to be a part of. You throw on a casual, loose-fitting t-shirt and jean shorts, not wanting to appear as if you’re there for any other reason than to look for your father. You can play innocent, dumb little daughter if you need to.
Of course, you know your father won’t be there, always heading out by five o’clock every day, trusting his boys to get the job done and tear the cars apart. Your hands begin to shake as you grip the steering wheel of your car, nerves running high and heart racing as the thump, thump, thump reaches your throat. When you pull into the lot, a dim, yellow light shines through each of the small windows on all of the garage doors, letting you know that at least someone is inside.
Your knees quiver once you step out of your car, each step slower, more hesitant than the last as you make your way to the small door leading into your father’s office. You know it’s unlocked. It’s the only way anyone can get in and out if the garage doors are closed, so you gather the courage to head inside after a shaking hand reaches for the handle.
When the door gently swings open, soft sound of R&B fills your ears, realizing the radio in the far corner of the shop is turned on. Yet, you see no one, stepping inside to peer out of the windows of the office only to lay eyes on a silver Mercedes Coup with the hood popped, parked in the middle of the garage. Tools and a jack lie scattered around the front of the car, as well as a dirty oil pan you only notice once you approach the vehicle.
Still, the garage feels empty, other than the stolen car and the melodies from the radio softly echoing off the walls. And you have to say, you feel pretty stupid for even coming. You just knew he would be here, working on the cars or getting them ready to make the delivery to have the vehicle exported overseas. Whatever it may be, you didn’t realize how wrong you could have been.
It’s not until you begin to walk away do you hear a door in the back of the shop shut, followed by the familiar sound of boots making their way toward you. Before you even turn around, you’re aware it’s him from the chuckle that spills from his lips. As you face him, there’s a smirk on his lips and a brow is raised in a cocky expression, noticing him drying his hands with a white towel to signal he’s attempted to wash the grease from himself.
“Isn’t it a little late for you to be stopping by?” he asks, words teasing you because he already knows exactly why you’re there. “Your father is long gone by now.”
“I… didn’t come to see him.” Gulping, you make the first move toward him, but it’s only one step before you lose the courage. “I think you know that, though.” Your sight falls to the ground, but not before noticing the way he licks his lips, then the sound of the hood being slammed causes you to jump.
“Hm, do I?” he asks, leaning against the now closed hood of the car, crossing his arms, and all you can do is nod as you take a few more steps toward him. “And what if it was someone else working? What if someone catches us?”
“I don’t care about that, anymore,” you tell him, chin rising to feign a certain confidence you know you don’t possess. And a flicker of desire sparks in his eyes, as if he finds your willingness to risk it all as sexy as you found his. 
But he says nothing as you stare at him, only his hand rising to motion with two fingers for you to go toward him. Like a magnet you obey his command, finding your feet moving before you can even realize it and you’re facing him with just an inch between the two of you before you know it. 
“And what did you expect to happen?” His eyes narrow as he speaks, letting you know he’s not going to make it easy on you. As if you were expecting any man that you took a chance on just to bow down and worship you. Though, you have a feeling he wouldn’t mind doing that as well, he only needs to hear the words come from your mouth. 
When you fail to reply, his hands find your hips, suddenly spinning your body around until your ass is pressed to the hood of the car. His body traps you between him and the vehicle, for the first time coming so much closer to catch you off guard. 
“Are you here because you’ve been thinking about what I said?” He licks his lips again, a corner of his mouth twisting into a smirk. “Are you here because you want to know what it’s like for me to taste that pretty pussy of yours and make you come?” 
Once again, the bold words have you cowering. Your gaze falls to the dip in his black tank top, taking in the sight of his collarbones and the peak of his muscles. He grips your hips tighter, flexing beneath the hold and it sends a shiver down your spine at the sight. His voice, mixed with the words he speaks, the grease up to his elbows, the sweat from working, and the smirk on his lips all have you trembling in his grasp and he’s barely touched you. It becomes clear he isn’t good for your sanity, but staying away has proved terrible for your body. 
“Is that what you want?” he continues when he realizes you’re not going to answer. “You know you have to tell me. Let me know what you want me to do so I know you’re aware of what you’re getting into.”
Much too eager, you quickly reply to him, the words spilling out before you can stop yourself. “Y-yes,” you exhale, eyes closing thanks to his gaze being much too intense to handle. “I-I want it.”
“Want what?” He chuckles, low, raspy, rumbling in his throat to drive you wild. “Tell me, baby.”
Gulping, you take a few seconds to find the courage to speak. He stands so close, allowing you to take in the smell of his cologne, the grease, the sweat that all becomes too intoxicating in the moment. You take him in, the scent, the sight, the sound of his voice, the words spoken, mind racing and already so overwhelmed before he’s even started.
“I want… want you to taste me.” Never have you spoken such words, heat flooding your cheeks in an instant, part of you wishing you could back out due to feeling so unlike yourself, yet most of you dying for it to become a reality. 
“Taste you how?” His hand rises once again to brush his thumb over your bottom lip, finding it quivering in the moment. “You’re not being very specific. Use those pretty lips of yours and tell me what it is you need me to do and I’ll do it.”
As if he’s snapped the final string holding onto your composure, the words begin pouring before you can stop yourself. “I… I want you to taste my pussy,” you admit, voice trembling with every syllable, “and m… make me come.” 
As if those are the magic words, his composure breaks right along with your own. His lips crash into yours, breaths deepening while groaning against your skin. You can’t help but to reach for him, pulling him closer with skin against skin, tasting him as his tongue finds its way to your own and his hand falls from your face to cup your breast. A whimper vibrates the kiss, wanting him so desperately after waiting for so long, not caring about anyone else in the world, if you get caught, or someone finds out about your secret.
His mouth trails from your lips down your neck, licking, sucking, tasting every inch he can reach. His fingers  tug on the hem of your shirt seconds before its being pulled over your head, leaving you in your lacy bra as goosebumps flood your skin. For a moment, he pulls away to admire the sight of your chest heaving, nipples poking through the thin, sheer material, and the view causes him to nearly growl as his lips meet your skin once again. His teeth skim over your breast through the material, finding your nipple to tug gently and earn a gasp before moving on.
His tongue traces a trail down your stomach, circling your belly button once before he kisses your flesh. He begins fumbling with the button to your shorts, motions becoming desperate, so eager to have you and it shows with every urgent action. In seconds he peels your shorts from your body, followed by your sneakers to leave you in nothing but your lingerie against the hood of the car. With his hands beneath your thighs, he lifts your body, causing your back to fall against the cold steel to send a chill down your spine.
“You’re shaking, baby,” he tells you with a deep chuckle, hands falling from your breasts to your hips, leaving a few streaks of grease in his wake. Yet the sight of him lowering to his knees, eyes darkened, lips parted, greased up and dirtying your body as he begins to press open-mouthed kisses on your inner thigh lights a fire inside of you. An ache settles between your legs, so desperate for him to touch where you need it the most, dying to have his mouth pleasuring you. “Are you nervous? Don’t be, I’m going to make you feel so good. And fuck, you’re already so wet.”
You don’t bother replying the moment his mouth makes its way to your mound, pressing light kisses over your panties to work your body up further. You can already feel how wet he has made you, aching and needing release more than ever. And as his fingers hook into the thin string of your panties, you can’t stop your legs from quivering no matter how much you convince yourself he’s going to fulfill his promise. 
His hands fall from your hips to press two thumbs to your lips, spreading your slit apart to see your flesh glistening beneath the light. The motion has you whimpering, feeling even the smallest of touches resonating through your body, heat flooding to every limb as your walls begin to tighten in anticipation. He notices in an instant, groaning at the sight of your dripping pussy clenching while dying to be pleasured. You assume he’s going to tease you for longer, work your body up with the nasty words spoken and drive you crazy, but a flick of his tongue over your slit tells you differently.
In an instant, your back arches from the hood, a gasp slipping from your lips as your eyes screw shut. He repeats the motion, flicking his tongue up and down over your slit before his lips find your clit, wrapping around tight and sucking. Within moments, your mind is spinning. Whimpers of his name fill the garage, already so overwhelmed from his mouth on your pussy and he’s just getting started. 
“I-I, fuck…,” you begin panting, rocking your hips against him the moment he throws both of your legs over his shoulders. You can’t help but to reach for him, needing something to hold on to as your fingers sink between the strands of his hair to grip with a tight fist. He doesn’t seem to mind, only groaning at the sensation as the response vibrates against your skin. “Oh… my God…,” you mutter, head rolling back against the car as your back arches once more, feeling his tongue massage your clit back and forth while his hands resume their position on your hips, holding you in place. 
You can feel yourself dripping further, making a complete mess against the hood of the car, soaking his tongue with your arousal, and it only encourages him to continue. He’s relentless, circling your clit with his tongue and then sucking, only to resume messaging and quickening his pace each time. He continues to groan, loving the way you taste, the way you drip, the way you buck your hips, pulling his hair, and calling his name. He knows how much he drives you wild, and he knows how good he is making you feel, not wanting to stop until you’re shivering in pleasure and crying out for him and only him.
You’re almost ashamed at the noises you begin to make. You’re not even as vocal when you’re alone, but he earns every whimper, every moan, and every cry of his name thanks to his skilled tongue. He holds you tighter, feeling you trembling in his grasp, feeling your hips buck and feeling the sting of his strands being pulled too tight. He’s painfully hard, only imagining how it would feel to ease his cock inside of you, but for now, you come first. He wants to show you how good he can make you feel, wants to show you how he knows what your body needs, and wants you to know there’s no one else that can make you feel as much pleasure as this.
You continue to whimper, feeling the tension building between your thighs as his every motion from his tongue becomes electrifying. “Don’t… don’t stop. Please.” You know you’re getting close as your senses become overwhelmed and your thighs tighten around his head. He is aware as well, never pulling his tongue from your clit to make sure you reach your peak.
As if the final thread holding you on the edge twists and snaps, warmth erupts from between your legs to flood your entire body. The tension unravels, causing your back to arch and your cries to grow quiet as the first wave surges through you. Then you fall against the hood of the car, whimpering, muttering curses, gasping for air and riding out the bliss with your hips rolling against his face. 
When he pulls away after you begin to come down, his lips are glistening with your arousal, which you notice behind fluttering lids, attempting to catch your breath in the aftermath of pleasure. Normally, embarrassment would overtake you when you realize he stares down at your overwhelmed state, trembling thighs spread for him to see what a mess he’s made, a pool of your arousal beneath you, but you find yourself too spent to care. A few kisses are pressed against your thigh, soothing the tremble in your body until you can find yourself breathing properly again. 
“C’mon,” he says as he reaches for your panties he tossed aside. “I’ll walk you out before I get this car dropped off.” Suddenly, you frown, brow creasing as he pulls you from the car with a gentle grip on your wrists. His hand slides behind your back, making sure you can steady yourself enough to slip on your panties.
“So you’re really getting what you want and getting rid of me? Just like that?” You have to be honest, you thought more of him than that. 
“Getting what I want?” He cocks a brow, staring down at you with a grin. “If I recall correctly, you’re the one that asked me to make you come.”
He has a point, so you don’t question him further, allowing him to help you ease your shorts over your quivering legs before assisting you with your t-shirt. Once you’re dressed, you find yourself in control of your body enough to handle slipping your shoes on by yourself, but there’s still doubts lingering inside of you.
But of course, as if he knows just what to say, he puts those worries to rest. “It might seem fun to sneak around, but I am dead if someone catches us. We both know that.” Then he laughs a moment before leaning down to press his lips to yours, allowing the taste of you to linger. “And I gotta get this car dropped off before someone makes a call to your father. I don’t want to explain why I am nearly an hour late.” 
You understand, nodding and looking away before you see him reach for the rag he previously used to begin cleaning the hood of the mess you made. Warmth rushes to your cheeks, allowing the reality to set in of what happened and knowing tomorrow morning you will wake up and each second will feel like a dream.
You remain quiet as he cleans up his tools and dirty oil pan, waiting on him to be ready to walk you out. When he signals he’s ready, you begin making your way to your father’s office to leave, but his fingers wrapping around your wrists force you to pause.
“Hey, look at me,” he says, turning you around so your eyes meet his. “Don’t think this is over between us.” A smirk forms on his lips, eyes flickering with that same desire as before.
“I… wasn’t,” is all you manage to say, but with the way he leans in, kissing your lips and lingering for a moment to cherish the taste, he lets you know he doesn’t believe you.
“I’m far from done with you, baby.” The sudden deepness of his tone has a shiver racing down your spine, noticing his gaze shift to take one look down your body, then he continues to stare in your eyes. “There’s so many more ways I want to make you feel good.” 
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🪐i'll try everything once- matilda by harry styles and neil perry🫶💌
Matilda ✧˖*°࿐ neil perry x gn! reader
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Warning/content: hurt to comfort, talking about having kids, mention of having a bad childhood, au where neil lives ha, my English
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There were a lot of things you loved about Neil Perry. The way he smiled, how generous he was, when he scribbled little notes on your hands when you were working. And mostly, how brave he was. He was the most courageous person you ever knew. And the craziest thing was he didn’t even realise.
But he was also scared. Scared he was going to great the same pattern as his father, that he was going to fail as a dad. He grew up not knowing what showing love was, so how could he possibly be a loving father? That seems impossible.
So when you expressed your wish to have kids with him, you didn’t expect it to start an argument. He told you he could never be enough and he would never want to have children because of what he went through. And you were hurt, you knew that wasn’t his intention but there was a little part of you that felt like he didn’t want kids with you.
Frustrated and not understanding each other, you went to bed, your back facing his. But as the hours passed, your mood cooled down and guilt started to eat you. Neil was finally opening up about the repercussions of his childhood and all you found to do is taking it personally.
You turned around, biting your lips, not wanting to disturb him but the urge to apologize was stronger. He was tensed, and it was all your fault. “Neil?” you whispered, hoping he was open to communication.
After a minute of silence that felt like an hour, he moved and faced you. You could tell he was hurt, and it seemed like he cried. He didn’t speak a word, and slowly, you drew your hand to his face, letting him time to let you know if he didn’t want physical touch.
“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, letting your forehead fall against him “I didn’t try to understand you. I was selfish.”
That was all it take for him to let go of the tears he was holding “I’m not mad at you,” it surprised you, he had all the reasons to be “I’m mad at him.”
It was crazy how the man that was supposed to have Neil as the first person in his heart still had an impact on his son years after moving out of the childhood household. Neil actually was even in denial of the treatment he received until you made him understand, you didn’t want to accuse anyone, but the way his smile would always fade after talking to his family just stayed in your mind. But he always told you his problems weren’t so important as if he refused to be in pain in front of anyone. 
As his lover, you made sure he understood what was happening to him, that he could let it go, he could stop talking to them, it wasn’t his fault.
“Why couldn’t you be a good father? You’re the kindest person I ever met. Your past does not define you. You can start a family who will always show you love.”
Neil hoped you knew how much he needed to hear this. But something was still wrong, his mother truly loved him and he knew it, she just wasn’t brave enough to stand up for him. And he felt a little guilty “Mom always told me the best gift I could give her was a child. But I don’t talk to her anymore, she won’t be there to see the little baby me.” He knew he cared more than he should, but he couldn’t help it.
“Neil,” you chose your words carefully “you don’t have to be sorry for doing it on your own.”
All of a sudden he broke into tears. Years of suffering he could finally externalize. He got closer to you, curling into your chest, like a child. You wrapped your arms around him, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, trying to calm him down as much as you could. “You can let it go”
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bitches keep talking about stinky dragon modern au or band au so guess what I’m gonna drop
Months old au for modern and band
Everything is still fantasy such as their races and world however they have moved onto our modern technology and other stuff
The interns are roommates that share an apartment together, Bart being a caretaker for Gum Gum, and the rest not really knowing one another but just decided to room together for the sake of rent costs
Everyone gets their own room but Bart and Gum gum, and gum gum has a little balcony or window garden
Gum Gum is a highschooler (15-16), and wants/has a little flower stall with really, REALLY pretty flowers
Bart went/is going to college, and is pursuing music
Mudd works at a cafe/coffeeshop, trying to make enough to hopefully start his own. He ran away from his family because he didn’t want to take over their business. (Huge company)
Kyborg is/is trying to get in a school where he can learn to make prosthetics (like at the end of the Infinights)
Brink goes to college as well to learn magic, and he also lives in the same apartment complex as the interns. Fun!
Of course, he and Kyborg hate each other as always
Now, in the regular modern au I was genuinely unsure of what to have for the Infinights, such as why they were well known, BUUUUT I remember talking about it w some people
They were known as/called the Infinights because they were investigating disappearances around the town (Boulderay, everyone is in Boulderay, it’s basically a somewhat big city atp), Fred being one of the disappeared people. A conflict happens, I forgot, but they disband. I can’t remember if Fred is found or not but if he is, he is alive and engaged to Marcy.
Marcy, Elleve, is going to school to get a medical degree and wants to be a pharmacist.
Slique is also pursing music, but hes done with school and he does his own thing. Being a solo artist.
Now, for Spectril and Grissly I actually wasn’t sure about. For Grissly, it’d either be something to do with athletics or physical-ish disorders (I’m not sure how to word)
And. God. I have no fucking idea about Spectril.
Dr. Ahem was the old man at the corner down from the apartment complex who owned a workshop. He’s there everyday, and that’s where the Infinights first banded up. And that’s how the interns knew about them, and why they decided to take over for them.
We move on from regular modern au to BAND AU now!
Same, HOWEVER, the Infinights were once a band. They were popular for a while around Faeza, until one day, they disbanded for reasons unknown to the public.
Spectril was either bass or electric guitar, Slique taking one or the other
Grissly had the drums,
Alleve I believe was on keyboard,
And Paralyte was the lead singer, with either Slique and/or Spectril as backup. (I headcanon Spectril is a GREAT singer/singing voice)
Fred was also part of the team, I think we made him the stage guy? Stage? Lights? I forgot.
However, one day, on a tour, Fred got hit by a car and did not survive. This caused the falling out of the band, and their disbandment. Which led Paralyte creating another band, the Everguards. The new Infinights rival band when they would take over the old Infinights band.
Dr. Ahem’s workshop is still there, but instead of an investigation group, it was the band that he had kept at the workshop. The old meeting room was still there, but never touched again.
After taking over the band’s name, the interns hear about how and why the OG infinights disbanded.
Fred had gotten hit by a car trying to go back for Spectril as he was distracted by a turtle while they were crossing the street, Ahem’s legs suddenly stopped working as he called out for Fred, Alleve and Grissly were on the bus, and Paralyte was with Dr. Ahem. Shortly after hearing he had passed, they went back home to Boulderay, to discuss what they should do.
They could replace his job with someone else, and could continue on, but it was way too soon to just continue on. But Paralyte didn’t want to stop, she wanted to keep performing and making music, whether Fred was there or not. Marcy thought she was crazy for already wanting to move on as if Fred hadn’t died.
Paralyte didn’t mean anything bad, she thought Fred would want them all to continue making music, whether with or without him. But the others didn’t know and just thought she was crazy. So, this led to the falling out.
Most of them still kept in touch, but Paralyte didn’t. Spectril and Slique ended up moving into an apartment together while they did their own things. Spectril had a job organizing stuff on documents for a company, while also helping his mother’s flower shop. Slique became a solo artist, but didn’t do many shows. Also doesn’t like to mention he was once part of the Infinights.
Alleve and Grissly kept in touch, so did Elleve and Spectril. Elleve and Spectril became a little closer after Fred’s passing, as Spectril blamed himself for Fred’s accident. So, he wanted to be there for Marcy. For Fred and her.
In Paralyte’s band had Brink, and he soon became rivals with the new Infinights. But a buncha stuff happens and……. God There is so much. That I cannot type here rn. If people like this post enough I’ll add the rest
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Adopt a Wanderer: Assimilation [Part 2]
Summary: After meeting Kuni, who's isekaied into your world, you both try to settle into a new normal.
Note: This is meant to be a found-family series with Scaramouche, who you address as Kuni in this AU! Mostly meant to be interpreted as platonic.
Part 1
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Your first few days with Kuni were nothing short of lively. The first morning, well – no one can blame you for having to process the situation a second time, after accepting that it wasn’t a dream after all – but you also went over a conversation about him being non-human.
See, you weren’t sure if puppets had to eat to function, or if they had any special dietary requirements (as ridiculous as it sounds, you truly didn't know) - so when you bring up the question to Kuni, he freezes for a moment before sheepishly asking you how you figured it out. In light of not wanting to seem even more suspicious in his eyes (what kind of lunatic adopts a random person from the streets anyways?) you say something about how you noticed the connective markings on his elbows when you leant him your clothes - which was true enough, seeing as you gave him a t-shirt instead of something long sleeved.
You didn’t want to dishearten him any more than he already looked from the reminder, so you give him a smile and ask if he’d like to go shopping for clothes that suit his tastes better.
“Shopping?” Kuni repeats, putting on the jacket you retrieved and his sandals. “Is there a marketplace nearby?”
“Something similar to it, yes.” You lock the door and guide him downstairs, onto the street, and towards the bus station. “We need to get you clothes that fit you properly, and it’ll be easier for you to blend in and visit places that way.”
You’ve thought about this last night, when you were getting extra blankets and pillows for him to use the living room couch as a bed. Even if he was just staying here until he could find a way home, it’d be no different from being a caged bird if you just confined him to your apartment.
You wanted to give Kuni the chance to enjoy your world a little. It’s not all sunshine and rainbows here, but if his current reaction was anything to go by you’d say that the city you lived in wasn’t too bad. It’s peaceful and free of conflict, albeit busy with workers and students and business. There are some nice cafes and affordable restaurants, the public transport is fast, and Kuni is taking in his surroundings like he’s drinking in the colors on a painting. It’s overwhelming and foreign, but his eyes are full of wonder.
When the bus doors open and he hesitates to step on, you offer him your hand as you lead the way. Everyone’s at work or school so the streets are fairly sparse compared to peak hours, and Kuni treats everything you pass by with a quiet curiosity. You mention what each thing is to answer the questions written on his face, and after you exit the clothing shop with his haul, Kuni tugs on your sleeve to ask if you should head to eat next.
You don’t oppose, making a beeline to the cafe that has a promotion on weekdays like these. “Let’s see… I’m not sure what your food preferences are, but their menu has quite a lot of things. If you’re hungry, this place should do the trick!”
Kuni stays close to your side as you navigate the mall, glancing at the other half of the bags that you insisted you could help him carry. “Actually, I asked because you seemed hungry earlier. Um, your stomach sounded, I mean - but anything’s fine! I can eat anything I think, but probably not too much.” He could go without eating too, but when you reach the cafe and sit down with the menu, the images look new and interesting enough that he’s curious about trying them all.
Embarrassment burns when you realize he heard your stomach growling earlier, but you put it off by bulldozing to the next relevant question. “Oh! In that case, why don’t we order a few things to share?” A part of you wants to spoil him for some reason - you’re aware it might also have to do with his potential future once he returns to Teyvat - but another more accurate reason was simply because of how his eyes would light up when there was something he liked; most children might enjoy the moment of sweetness and move on to the next, but with Kuni the sensation seemed to linger with fascination. “That way we can try to pinpoint what kind of food you like.”
“I liked the tea from that day,” he tried to help. “It was bitter, but the aftertaste was nice.”
“Hmm… So something more savory, maybe?” You hum to yourself, ordering a set to share and a side. Remembering how Ei’s favorite food was dango from the game, you were surprised by the way Kuni froze after he tried the pudding that came with the set - the grimace he wore was enough to make you laugh, and you try to stifle your giggling for his sake as he looked away in embarrassment. “It’s alright if you don’t like it!”
“I didn’t expect it to taste so… syrupy.”
“Maybe you’ll like herbal jelly instead, if that’s the case.” You say thoughtfully as you finish the cube of custard. “It still has syrup, but that part is optional and the jelly itself is bitter.” You pause, realizing something. “Huh, the same shop should sell tea eggs too. I’ll try getting some the next time I come back from work.”
“Speaking of… how come you were able to bring me here today?” He tilted his head with the question. “The streets seem quiet, but there are so many residential buildings.”
“I have Mondays off,” You give him a wink. “So I guess you could say your timing was impeccable, for someone that didn’t know how they got here.”
Kuni huffs, a small smile gracing his lips. “I guess so.” I must’ve been really lucky to have run into you.
As the day progresses, you bring Kuni along to buy some groceries and return home. By the end of it he’s grown to walk more comfortably through crowds of people, and even asked if you could teach him to do some of the household chores.
“I don’t want to just live here without doing anything,” Kuni explained, remembering how he’s seen families in Inazuma drying the laundry outside the house. “If you teach me, I’ll be able to earn my stay and make things easier for you.”
Was that why he chatted with the clothing store’s clerk for so long? You remember bits of their conversation being about how most clothes could be washed in a machine, but others might need to be done by hand. You were paying the bill at the time though, so you didn’t hear the entire thing.
As you fold the laundry and show him how to use the washing machine, Kuni stays true to his word and continues to learn household chores from you as the days go by. The week passes by in a flash, but you surprise yourself by how normal it feels to return home and see him there, busying himself with work or reading something from your shelf.
You learn that he tends to not watch the TV unless you’re there, thinking of it as something to do with company rather than alone - not that you were complaining, of course. It was touching how he’d wait for you to come home before watching the newest show you’re binging together, but he'd also get excited about the movies you've watched before and mentioned to him were good (he agrees with some of your opinions and is open to debate about others, but at the end of the day isn't too worked up about it).
Kuni’s also started to mess around with the newspapers that you brought at his request, so that he could learn more about the type of world this was - and also do the crossword puzzles and pick out shopping vouchers for you.
You’ve thought about teaching him to use a computer, but the chance of him coming across his own information on the web held you back - that was, until you tried googling for the game, and it seems like it disappeared into thin air.
Eh?
You’d tried doing the same search on other devices not in your home, and it seems that the erasure only occurs when Kuni is nearby. It was a convenient sort of phenomenon, but it also made you start to question your entire reality; was his presence the thing that caused this? And if so, why were you the exception that’s able to remember the truth despite being by his side?
A knock on your bedroom door pulls you back to reality, and Kuni lets you know that he’d finished prepping ingredients for dinner while you were drying your hair. Despite how he doesn’t have to eat, he indulges in trying a little of everything so that he could get better at cooking - you’ve tried to tell him that the other chores he’s done were more than enough, but he insists that it’s just another skill that would be good to learn regardless.
Unable to refute that, you agree to let him make breakfast and dinner on days where you were busy, but would usually cook with him whenever you can. The speed at which he learns is a little inhuman, but then again it makes you a little proud to know that he’s a quick learner. Everyone that’s met him so far has been enamoured or at least begrudgingly accepting of Kuni, including the neighbours (who now believe he was your cousin).
Despite how you were used to being independent, you had to admit that it was nice to have someone’s company like this - even if it was a person you’d previously thought was fictional. And as for the mystery that surrounds your situation… worrying about it won’t give answers for now, so you push away the thought in favour of enjoying the new normal of your household.
“Oh, and if you don’t hurry, I might add those spices you don’t like without you seeing.”
“What?! Don’t you dare!”
>> Part 3
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I told you i was gonna be here
Names Alexi, He/Him, INFP-T, love languages are physical affection and words of affirmation, my hobbies include: writing (actually trying to now), drawing, and playing the saxophone, some of my goals are to get into college to become a teacher, some my interests are history, animals and dinosaurs, what i look for in a partner is someone who is funny, can keep up with my chaos and just an all around fun time, but they understand my issues that i deal with (specifically my anger and my self-esteem), and smth that can be taken accounted for, i'm 5'5, and you can use any of the guys idk rlly care, hope this makes sense
Aaaaaaa thank you so much for the ship request Alexi!!!!! You’re amazing 🥺❤️💖 (Also thank you so much for your patience lol)
So this one came to me surprisingly quick but honestly it just fits!!
I ship you with….
Don Malarkey!!
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A song from my Liked Songs that reminds me of y’all - Best Day of My Life by American Authors
How y’all met
So picture this - it’s Don and Alton in the motorcycle, living their best lives
You’re walking home from the store just vibing and daydreaming
Until ZOOOM they almost hit you and you get knocked on your ass
Of course they immediately pull over and Don just SPRINTS over to you
Don kneels next to you and makes sure you’re okay but when he makes eye contact with you for the first time he’s just
🥺🥺🥺
Completely and utterly smitten
“Can I walk with you the rest of the way? Let me carry your bag to make up for what just happened!”
Of course how can you say no to Baby Boy so of course you hand your backpack over to him and y’all start walking together and talking
There’s just an instant connection y’all can’t stop laughing and talking about everything under the sun, eventually, he subtly takes your hand in his for the rest of the way
Both of y’all are super sad when you get to your place
Don just looks at you with the sweetest eyes and goes “I’d love to see you again”
Y’all start just taking walks together almost every day and Muck and Penkala are so tired of just HOW MUCH Don talks about you, like sweet boy can’t get you out of his mind
How he knew he loves you
Ok so y’all are out to dinner and you notice fucking soBEL LIKE WTF H O W
But you and Don just look at each other and you both know you’re about to cause some CHAOS
So y’all hatch this perfect prank on Sobel
Long story short Sobel is covered in chocolate sundae and the two of you are running away from the restaurant laughing your asses off
Don just looks at you and… your laugh, your smile, how you two just work so well together
He tells you right then and there how much he loves you
Both of you just feel so overwhelmed with the feeling of like I Found My Person
You share a kiss and it's simultaneously so gentle but so passionate
Everything in that moment is just perfect
A conflict in your relationship and how y’all resolved it
Ok so I see it happening with you and Don are out with Muck and Penkala
The three of them are being themselves and laughing together
You were for a while but then your Social Battery dies
So of course you lean over to Don
“Hey babe, can we please go home?”
“Yeah in a minute love” he quickly replied before getting back to Muck and Penkala
…That's the third time he's said that
So you get frustrated and just walk out on your own and start walking home
Your intrusive thoughts start getting the better of you… did he really wanna spend time with you? Is he tired of you??
You're so swept up in your thoughts you don't hear Don running after you
“Love? What happened? Where’re you going??” poor boy is Genuinely Confused
Which you’re not sure if that makes things better or worse
Either way, you didn’t want him to see that you were hurt, so you turned it into anger
“What do you fucking want?” You turn around and shoot at him
He just has this hurt puppy look as he goes “What happened??”
“Just leave me alone” you try to keep walking but you feel him grab your arm and turn you around
“Please tell me what I did and I’ll do everything I can to make it better” Don just puts a hand on your cheek and his eyes are searching yours, begging for an answer
You see the concern and love in his eyes and you just break
Sobs wrack your body as Don hugs you tight, just being there for you while you let it all out
After a little bit you’re able to get out that you just felt ignored and that he preferred Muck and Penkala to you and he just
He realizes what he did and just places his forehead on yours
“My love, I’m so, so sorry… I should never have done that, we should’ve just gone home the first time you asked… how can I make it up to you??”
You just smile and ask, “...can we go home?”
Don just smiles and sweeps you up, carrying you the rest of the way to your place
… Muck and Penkala stayed waiting for you and Don to come back assuming that y’all just went to the bathroom
Your Happily Ever After
Most wholesome relationship known to man
Like this man will do ANYTHING to see you smile
You mention physical touch is your love language?
He’s making sure to have an arm around you, his hand on your back, giving you kisses ALL THE FREAKING TIME LIKE STOP IT'S GROSS BUT CUTE
He also just feels so comfortable and safe with you
Like the fact that y’all’s chaotic energies just blend so perfectly, he knows he won’t scare you away and it’s the best feeling in the world
Also he will listen to you talk about animals and dinosaurs for HOURS
Not only does he just love the sound of your voice but just how much you know it’s amazing to him
You wind up teaching him so much it’s basically like your first time being a teacher and Don’s the student and it’s the Best
A silly headcanon about your relationship
Y’all prank each other all day every day and it’s too cuTE
(obviously done with tact like if one of you is going through a rough patch of course a truce is declared)
But like
Powder in the hair dryer? Check; plastic wrap in the hallway? Check!
One of the best ones was when you gave Don a homemade candy apple
He took a GIANT bite
‘Twas an onion
He’s still plotting the perfect way to get you back…
Thank you again Alexi!! Hope you like it 🥺💖💕
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hey-kae · 2 years
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request pls?
maybe a reader w old scars afraid of being intimate w a driver?
so since you didn’t specify what driver you want this to be about, i made a small drabble for each. Hope that’s okay💕
Please beware since this might be a sensitive subject to some🫶🏻
Charles:
It was your third date and it was after not seeing each other for two weeks so he was missing you.
The two of you return to his apartment instead of each to their own place.
You had yet to sleep with each other, or even in the same bedroom so you were a bit nervous.
At first, you sit in the living room talking, his arm draped over your shoulders and your head rested on him.
“You know, i missed you a lot when you were away.” You say and he instantly kisses you after having widely smiled.
The kiss escalates quickly and soon enough, he guides you to his room.
The two of you would be heavily making out in the bed when the nerves start to build, especially when he starts to take off your clothes.
“Um… Can you turn off the lights?”
He frowns and stops, wanting you to feel completely comfortable with him before the two of you got intimate.
He makes sure you knew that and you end up telling him about the scars and how they affected your confidence.
“You’re perfect to me, baby. You are so hot too and you turn me on beyond words.” He lets you feel his boner just to prove to you how much he wants you.
“The scars are a part of you so i’ll love them too.”
He would do absolutely everything to make you confident while naked with him.
He wouldn’t actually sleep with you until he made sure he wasn’t pressuring you to and until you were comfortable enough with him to show him your body and be completely sure he loved every part of it.
Lando:
It would be your first time having sex after many attempts to that were always dismissed by you.
He would be kissing you heavily, his hands reach under your shirt when you stop him.
“Shit, the food’s still in the oven.” You say.
“No, i took it out.”
You allow him to carry on for a few seconds before interrupting again.
“I think my phone’s ringing.”
“I don’t hear it.”
You reply that you wanna go check and that would lights warnings flashes in Lando’s head.
“Hey, am i making you uncomfortable in any way, love?” He asks with concern.
“No, i just wanna-“
“Don’t lie to me. Please.”
That’s how you end up telling him everything.
He would slip his shirt back on and pull you to his chest and cuddle you before he asks if you wanna tell him the story behind the scars.
So you do. You even tell him how your ex made you feel like they were a major flaw.
“You don’t have to worry about that with me, love.”
He would spend the night reassuring you and telling you that he never sees any part of you as a flaw and no scars could ever change that.
Pierre:
The two of you would be too carried away, the way he was making out with you far too distracting for you to think about anything else.
But then, clothes start getting thrown onto the floor and you start panicking.
Pierre immediately notices and ask if anything’s wrong.
It shakes you out of your trance and startles you.
But you are so comfortable around Pierre that the words just slip out of your mouth.
He listens very carefully while holding your hand and rubbing his thumb on the back of your palm.
After that, he comforts you and asks you what he should do for you to feel comfortable around him.
“I just want to act like they’re not there for once.” You say while tightly holding him.
“Consider it done, chérie.”
He goes back to kissing you, his hands already working on getting your clothes off.
But he suddenly stops.
“Before we do that, i need you to know that nothing in this world will ever change how perfect you are to me and how much you mean to me.” He says and gives you a smile.
Max:
He would have you pinned under him on the bed, your clothes already off, allowing him to kiss down your body.
Your hands would be in his hair as his teasing frustrated you.
But his trajectory would take a turn and he would end up littering kisses all over every exposed part of your skin.
That would immediately cause you to panic and try to push him off.
“Stop, please.”
And he immediately does.
“Did i do something wrong?” He asks with concern.
You shake your head and sit up, your hands instinctively hiding the scars
Max notices that quickly and takes your hands in his, his eyes scanning your face at all times to make sure he doesn’t cross any lines.
“You never have to be insecure about that with me, love.”
He would kiss your lips just to make sure you got the memo.
“Did i ever make you feel uncomfortable with your body before?”
You shake your head no.
“Okay but you have to tell me if i ever do.”
He starts kissing your skin again, his eyes locking with yours as his lips meet the scars, kissing them without making a big deal out of it.
He didn’t see them as a big deal so he doesn’t treat them as such but he still makes sure to give that area of your body as much attention and love as any other.
“I love all of you.” He would keep reminding you.
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our flag means death starters
❝ you ever feel trapped, that you’re just treading water, waiting to drown? ❞   ❝ all the revenge, and rage, and anger...it ages you. ❞   ❝ there’s always an escape. ❞   ❝ weeks we’ve been out here with nothing to show for it. ❞   ❝ if you wanted...i could be your family. ❞   ❝ that was a close call, wasn’t it? ❞   ❝ yeah, i’ve heard of you. i’ve heard all about you. ❞   ❝ to think of the ridiculous rumor going around about you. ❞   ❝ what’s on your mind? everything good? ❞   ❝ you almost got us killed. ❞   ❝ i actually thought you were kind of mad at me, if i’m honest. ❞   ❝ no, that’s the worst thing you could do. ❞   ❝ what makes me happy...is you. ❞   ❝ do you know how hard it is to drive a sword through someone’s skull? ❞   ❝ did you hear that? we’re under attack. ❞   ❝ one day, all this will be yours. ❞   ❝ now sheath our swords and sharpen our knives. ❞   ❝ that’s not...is that true? ❞   ❝ this, whatever it is that you’ve become...is a fate worse than death. ❞   ❝ that’s funny. i haven’t heard much about you. ❞   ❝ i, um...i missed you. ❞   ❝ unhand me or bleed. ❞   ❝ chose your next words wisely. ❞   ❝ the point is to rest our bodies...as well as our minds. ❞   ❝ you’re a child with a toy. ❞   ❝ how does one...move past such a thing? ❞   ❝ until you resolve this guilt, you’ll continue to be haunted. ❞   ❝ i wouldn’t take it personal. it’s just that they don’t like you. ❞   ❝ surrender. you have no chance of escape. ❞   ❝ i’ve seen death. i’ve seen the cause of death. it changes you forever. ❞   ❝ this is who i am. can you see me now? you were always gonna realize what i am. ❞   ❝ some men are not built for adventure. some men should concern themselves with gentler things. ❞   ❝ sometime’s a quick death's the best way to end a bad conversation. ❞   ❝ the only good leaders are the ones that hate being leaders. ❞   ❝ stand down now. you’re in over your head. ❞   ❝ here it is. the spoils of battle. ❞   ❝ whatever you're going through right now, it's none of my business. ❞   ❝ the best secret keepers are corpses. ❞   ❝ have you killed anyone recently? ❞   ❝ i understand what it’s like to live in disguise. ❞   ❝ you’re not a ghost, are you? ❞   ❝ you know, i actually thought you’d be dead by now. ❞   ❝ maybe, in your next life, you’ll be a little less nosey, huh? ❞   ❝ ahhh. you’re in love. ❞ ❝ i don’t fit here anymore, do i? ❞   ❝ what are you doing? someone’s going to see you. ❞   ❝ they put a price on your head, remember? ❞       ❝ when you kill, you die as well. ❞ ❝ why’re you hiding your face? ❞   ❝ looks like we’re gonna live after all. for a little while longer, at least. ❞       ❝ i didn’t know this place was haunted. ❞   ❝ it’s always the quiet ones. ❞   ❝ we just can’t seem to stop hurting each other, can we? ❞   ❝ we’re friends. friends tell each other these kind of things. ❞   ❝ i can’t believe you made me do this. ❞   ❝ turn your enemy’s worst fear against them, you’ll own them. ❞   ❝ i will not be trifled with, so don't even think about trifling me. ❞   ❝ still a coward. pathetic. ❞   ❝ listen. i-i thought i was going to lose you. ❞   ❝ you seem to know everything about everything in the whole fucking world. ❞   ❝ here it is. high society in all its grotesque glory. ❞   ❝ i couldn’t help but notice that they got under your skin. ❞   ❝ all their blood’s going to be on your hands. ❞   ❝ what’s happening? am i dead? ❞   ❝ all i’ve been doing is thinking. and drinking. thinking and drinking. ❞   ❝ i just wasn’t built for sitting idle. ❞   ❝ i'm not a good person. ❞   ❝ you’re not a human. you’re a monster. a plague. ❞   ❝ you know what your problem is? you have no idea how to relax. ❞   ❝ sometimes, i think i...i’ve heard you crying. ❞   ❝ we don’t do it because we like it. we do it because we don’t have any other choice. ❞ ❝ it’s not that you deserve it or that you’ve earned it...lord knows you haven’t done that. ❞   ❝ some of us won’t be coming back. others may be wounded. ❞   ❝ look at that. you wear fine things well. ❞   ❝ maybe we can just...get away? start over. reset. ❞   ❝ at some point in a man’s life, he has to face the music. ❞   ❝ do you mind if i sleep in here tonight? ❞   ❝ well, this has been quite a blast, but i’m sure you’re busy with all your things. ❞   ❝ these are my people. i’ll deal with it. ❞   ❝ what’s the scariest thing you’ve ever seen? ❞   ❝ you have any idea who i am? ❞   ❝ you were not raised to kneel, or to turn the other cheek. ❞   ❝ we’re in the middle of nowhere. no one’s gonna recognize you. ❞   ❝ i thought i’d have a cooler death than this. ❞   ❝ we’re gonna have fun today, and that’s an order. ❞   ❝ you can be a real bummer sometimes, you know that? ❞   ❝ i’m gonna try and undo some of the damage from that interaction. ❞   ❝ we are to be lighthouses for each other, remember? ❞   ❝ when you cut lose, you really cut lose. ❞   ❝ this is how you die. ❞   ❝ how does it feel to be in love? ❞   ❝ uh, no. i didn’t hear anything. ❞  
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04ira · 6 months
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invisible string h.rj
how life is with bff Renjun :’)
warnings: none. fluff w/ a little bit of angst
note: not proof read bare w me 😔☝🏻
Renjun have been your friend for 15 years. Both of you grew up together, basically spent half of your life with him. You were used to people assuming that you guys are dating, and both of you usually doesn’t care.
Even your and his friends ships the both of you, sometimes even questions if you guys are really just friends. Because who the hell cancels a blind date just to go grocery shopping with his bestfriend?? who the hell leaves on a clubbing night with his friends because you were craving mcdonalds????
Renjun Huang. Renjun Huang would do that. He was always one call away. He’s always ready to drop everything when it comes to you, and sometimes you wonder “why is he like this?” but you know…. maybe it was an act of kindness..? since you’re his bestfriend for 15 years. You can’t be falling for this can you??
9:35 AM
Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard someone open your bedroom door.
It was Renjun.
“You’re awake. Let’s eat, i cooked breakfast”
He always do this too. It’s like you get a bestfriend premium package. Renjun goes to your dorm every weekends to apparently spend time with his 15 years bestfriend. This only happened recently though. Since his university was far from yours, he came up with this idea to hang out every weekend to stay connected and relevant to each other.
“Will you stop typing on your phone and actually eat and talk to me?” Renjun said while looking at you annoyed because he was blabbering already about his week only to realize you weren’t listening.
“Sorry, i was talking to my friends.” You reasoned, but you were actually tweeting in your private account freaking out because you were still not used to this set up.
“You’re talking to your friends while your bestfriend HERE for 15 YEARS is staring at you because you were supposed to spend time with him and not let him watch you talk to others.”
Rj said completely annoyed. You laughed at his half annoyed half sulking face. You said you’re sorry and actually talked to him happily.
10:28 AM
Both of you finished breakfast and went to watch a movie in your living room. At first, you guys argued about what genre of the movie will be. You wanted to watch a horror movie but he said it was too early for that and suggested watching romance movie instead.
You ended up agreeing with him and both decided to watch Titanic. You guys were halfway through the movie and this isn’t the first time both of you watched this movie. But you hated him and yourself for choosing this movie
because now you’re actually fucking crying at 11:30 AM. Seriously? WHY would you be crying at 11 freaking am??
You’re sitting in the couch laying your head in Renjun’s chest sobbing and crying your heart out while munching your popcorn while Renjun was laughing at your crying face. This isn’t the first time he sees you crying, he just finds it amusing that you really do cry because of a movie.
01:18 PM
You were sound asleep in Renjun’s chest. Tired from all the crying and you were comfortable leaning on his chest. He only stared at you, wiping the dried tears on your face and sometimes giggles everytime he remembers your crying face. He lets you sleep on his chest and slept on his own.
03:10 PM
You woke up without Renjun beside you. You checked your phone notifications and saw his message that said he was buying ingredients for dinner and that he couldn’t wake you up because you were sleeping peacefully. You smiled at his thoughtfulness. You’d be lying if you say that you don’t think about if you guys were something else. But you already accepted that you guys were only bestfriends long time ago.
You liked him back in 7th grade until 9th grade. You only acted as his friend though. You didn’t try sending signals and making a move, you knew he didn’t look at you and think of you that way. He would tell you about girls he like and his type, you would do the same but the difference is you actually talk about him. He just doesn’t know.
7th grade.
It’s monday. You were seating next to the window in your classroom, watching sport players training in the field while listening to music playing in your airpods. You felt someone seat next to you, but didn’t bother looking because you already knew it was Renjun. He would always do this during class break and annoy you, but this time, he didn’t do anything but actually just sat next to you while reading a book you recommended him a week ago.
You looked at him, he suddenly looked different…? Him actually focused in reading a book and his hair styled differently than usual…made you think he looked different..
of course, he looked different. He changed his hairstyle to the hairstyle you also recommended to him a week ago saying that it would look good in him. You weren’t aware that him changing his hairstyle would also make your feelings for him change.
8th grade.
Today was nothing different from your other school days. You went to class, studied future lessons in the library after and now you’re going home. Went to the convenience store first to buy ice cream and eat it while walking home.
You were walking home when you walk past your village’s park. You saw a figure that looked familiar with another figure that also looked familiar.
It was Renjun. With your class muse…?
They were talking. Renjun was saying something while she was only smiling at him and listening. Renjun pulled her into a hug.
And she hugs him back. She was the girl Renjun was talking about days ago. She’s pretty, smart, sporty, and kind. Totally his type.
Did he confess? Did she say yes?
The ice cream you were eating melts as your heart also breaks. Salty tears were about to fall so you walked fast while trying to stop yourself from crying. So many thoughts was running into your mind. “Why am i crying? why does it hurt? I’m only his bestfriend.”
“What am i gonna say when he tells me about this?”
You finally got up to your room, went straight to your bed to cry your heart out. You already put your phone on dnd to avoid receiving calls and messages from him. And to also distance yourself from everyone. You would just make up an excuse tomorrow why you weren’t able to answer his calls and messages.
9th grade.
It was thursday. You were eating with your other friends at your school watching the sport players train in the field. They were blabbering about their crushes when they asked you “What about you? Are you interested in someone?” Your friend asked smiling.
You smiled back, bittersweet smile. “No, i’m not interested on someone right now.” Your other friend suddenly giggled. “Are you sure? because the first time i saw you, you were with a guy! A little too close with him to only just be friends.” She was a transferee. She didn’t know much about my friendship with Renjun.
You and your friend also laughed.
“That was her childhood bestfriend, dummy!” Your friend butted in. You watched her mouth form an 0 shape and smiled apologetically.
You smiled back. You were used to people mistaking your relationship with Renjun.
But it’s true. You guys were a little too close to each other especially now that he has a girlfriend. And so you’ve decided to avoid him. It’s been 2 weeks actually, going 3 weeks. You haven’t talked to him, not even a single word.
You weren’t replying to his messages, he was restricted from all of your social media accounts and you also avoid bumping into him at school. Though, he tries to talk to you at school but during lunch break he would always be with his girlfriend or his bball team after class.
But today you saw him walking from the other side of the field. Your friends were talking to each other and you were staring at him, it was lunch break. He’s with his girlfriend. Of course.
He saw you. He waved. You also waved back.
Maybe it was time to stop avoiding him and let him go. You thought that it was immature to just throw your friendship with him just like that. Though, you really needed that space.
That day was the day when you accepted that he was only your bestfriend. Only ever will be your bestfriend. Maybe he’s your soulmate. Platonic soulmate. A soulmate doesn’t have to be a romantic partner.
03:49 PM
You smiled at the bittersweet memories as you heard the door open revealing Renjun carrying what he bought at the market. You sat up and walked towards him to help him. He says thank you as you helped him organize the foods he bought.
You went to your room and took a shower while Renjun was in the living room playing PUBG with Haechan and Chenle. You heard their arguments and playful remarks while playing.
04:45 PM
You finished showering and doing your skincare. You cleaned your room and when you went out of your room, you saw Renjun preparing the ingredients in the kitchen to start cooking. You went up to him and asks how can you help.
Both of you did your parts in preparing dinner.
06:35 PM
Both of you just finished preparing for dinner and were just waiting for the rice to cook. While waiting, he opens up the photo album from your bookshelf. It was the photo album of the both of you ever since you guys were kids.
Reminiscing memories with him. “I still remember this. This was the day when you cried because i didn’t want to play princess tea party with you.” Renjun said staring at the picture of you crying while he was standing cluelessly. You were 9 years old and he was 10 years old in this picture.
07:20 PM
You were eating dinner with him. Both of you talked about how university life was treating the both of you. How you both wants to go back to your province and spend time with family.
He smiles listening to you talk about how you miss going to you guys’ spot in the province, you stopped talking as he wiped the side of your lip. “There was a stain.”
Both of you finished eating, as you offered to wash the dishes since he has been doing all the chores since earlier. He agreed.
You thought he went to the living room while you were washing the dishes but he’s actually watching you from behind. When he suddenly comes up behind you and hugs you from behind.
“I really missed you. Wish i could stay here all the time.” You laughed.
“You’re so dramatic.”
“I’m trying to be sweet what.” He said sounding offended as you literally made him feel like you’re rejecting his affection for you.
You’re used to this. His love language was physical touch. You don’t think differently of his actions anymore.
10:45 PM
You’re seating in the couch with Renjun beside you as you watch him play PUBG on his Ipad.
You yawned as you were already sleepy. Renjun heard and also noticed that your eyes were almost closing.
“You’re such a sleepy head.”
“You’re still not used to it? You have to.” You defended as he only laughed at your defense.
You told him that you’re gonna go to your room and sleep already since you can’t wait for him to finish his game. He said okay and kissed your forehead and went back to play his game.
You went to your room and slept. You smiled as you wish nothing of this would change. You don’t wish for anything else and you’re contented with what you have with him. He is indeed your soulmate. :)
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Picture Imperfect pt 2
Prompts: hey this is a stupid ask but could u maybe make a fic about roman and virgil bonding and growing closer post pof and fwsa and all? could be platonic, pining and then romantic, whatever ud like. ik its not the best prompt but ive got them on the brain, ive re-listened to the reputation album and ur writing is just so good and if not, take care of urself! - anon
I absolutely love your Sanders Sides stories, I can always 'hear' the character's voices - if you get what I mean. If you ever feel motivated or are looking for suggestions, I'd love to see something more from "Picture Imperfect" - I know Roman implies that Imagination versions of the other Sides have escaped before, and I'd really love to see him/the other Sides dealing with something like that! Either way, thank you for all your hard work! <3 - anon
hey could u write a fic about like, ro and vee out on an outing (maybe a first or second date if it’s romantic) and it starts raining so ro expects virgil to get scared and go back inside, but he just starts laughing and dancing and having fun or whatever? and then suddenly they’re both having a blast in the rain (bonus points for the cheesiest fucking rain kiss ever-). no pressure btw, and i love ur work <3 especially how u portray prinxiety! - anon
Uhhh-hi-there-i-am-nervous babe I don’t know how to put this req here but it’s here I promise
Read on Ao3 Part 1
Warnings: none
Pairings: prinxiety
Word Count: 3521
  Virgil approaches him after everything is over and just pokes his arm. 
“Uh, hey, Princey?”
“Yes?”
“Can you—can you tell me how many times you’ve done that?”
Roman frowns. “Done what?”
“Well, the whole…’other versions of us,’ thing.”
Shame curdles anew in his chest and he takes a deep breath, swallowing it as best he can. “W-well, I can’t specify exactly how many times I ran that specific scenario, but…er, it’s a tad more complicated than that, actually.”
“I got time.”
“U-um, can we—can we do this somewhere more private?”
“You wanna go to your room?”
“Yeah—yes, actually, that would be a good idea. There’s something in there that will help.”
Virgil frowns but doesn’t press until they’ve moved up and out of the living room. Roman glances at the door and lets out a sigh when he sees it’s closed. Good. Little chance of anyone interrupting them from either side now. 
“Roman?”
He shakes himself. “Right. Sorry. So, um…can I ask why you’re asking, first of all? I-it’s not that I particularly mind answering, per se, it’s just that I…um…”
“You’ll be able to tailor your answer to my question if you understand the specifics of it?” He shrugs when Roman looks at him, surprised. “What? You and L really aren’t that different from each other, you know.”
“I know…”
Logan had said as much, taking him aside much like this and having the softest conversation about the importance of understanding why they’re each doing their own role when it comes to Roman’s ideas and the videos and everything, including saying something about how if he’s managed to stop Roman from wanting to create, he’s failed as a critiquer because he’s extinguished Roman’s creative drive. 
Roman may or may not have cried into his shoulder after that. 
“But really—running things over and over in your head just to show how much they could suck? Kinda my thing, Princey.”
“That’s what—oh, Virgil, I’m so sorry.”
“Eh.” He waves his hand. “Don’t worry about it. That’s my gig, I know how to do it in a way that’s healthy—okay maybe not entirely healthy,” he concedes when Roman gives him a look, “but it’s my thing. Maybe I’m wondering why you thought it had to be yours too.”
“I didn’t mean to steal your thunder, Virgil, I really didn’t—“
“Roman,” Virgil says, reaching out and taking his shoulders to make him look, “I’m not mad at you. I’m not gonna get mad at you. I’m worried, okay?”
Roman takes a deep breath. “Right. Sorry.”
“’S okay. Just take your time.”
In and out. We can do this.
“The Imagination is…temperamental,” he begins, “especially when it comes to all of us. Mostly because we’re a more…concrete part of Thomas’s Imagination seeing as we…sort of become real but not exactly?”
“Okay, I’m with you so far.”
“But because the Imagination likes to go in the direction of what could be, it…sometimes spits out other versions of us.”
Virgil blinks. “What, like clones?”
“Sort of? It’s more—it’s more like it makes alternate versions of us that lean slightly more into different—oh, goodness—character interpretations.” 
Virgil narrows his eyes. “You’re gonna have to be more specific, there, Princey.”
Roman scrubs a hand over his face. “One time there was a Patton who got out of the Imagination that was obsessed with basking specifically chocolate chip cookies.”
“How is that different from our Patton?”
“This one managed to use literally all of the flour and sugar we had before I was able to stop him.”
“Okay, yeah, that’s—that’s different. So they’re all just, like, slightly off?”
“It’s more like if someone took the sliders for their personalities from their video game characters and messed around with them?” Roman pinches the bridge of his nose. “Sorry, I’m not doing a very good job of explaining this.”
“No, no, I got it. That’s a good analogy.” Virgil glances at the door to the Imagination. “So—wait, is that where they come from?”
“They can come from any of the doors, they just mostly come through this one since it’s my side and not Remus’s and…um…”
Virgil raises an eye when Roman’s cheeks start to flush. 
“God, this is embarrassing.”
“I’m not here to make fun of you,” he reminds, “I’m just worried.”
“You have to promise you won’t tease me.”
“Okay, I promise.”
“Wait, really, just like that?”
“I’m only an asshole to you when it’s funny, Roman.”
“Your definition of ‘funny’ needs some work.”
“You need to stop dodging the question.”
“Fine, fine, okay, it’s just…” Roman takes a deep breath. This is mortifying. “…sometimes I would summon them, okay?”
“You’d summon other versions of us? What for?”
“To…to…” He twists his hands together. “To…comfort me.”
Silence. Yep, this was a mistake. This was the worst decision he could have made here and he wishes this were a not-real version of Virgil so he could just yell cut and have this experience not be actually happening. 
“…brace yourself, Princey, you’re getting a hug.”
“Wha—ah!”
Roman barely has time to finish asking the question before Virgil’s arms are wound tightly around him, his face buried in the crook of his neck as he tries to shove Roman into his chest. Roman just wraps his arms around him too, carefully twisting his fingers into the fabric of Virgil’s hoodie. 
“…um…”
“Nope.” Virgil tightens his grip as Roman makes to pull back. “You get hugs now. No buts about it.”
“Do I get to ask why?”
“Aside from the fact that you’ve just told me you didn’t feel like you could ask us for comfort so you had to summon other versions of us?”
Roman wisely keeps his mouth shut and just rests his chin on Virgil’s shoulder. Virgil makes a noise that sounds vaguely like that’s what I thought. 
“…sorry?”
“Ah, shit, Princey, no,” Virgil mumbles, pulling back and looking Roman in the face, “I’m not—I’m not mad at you, okay? I’m—okay, I’m a little mad at myself and everyone else, but mostly I’m just sad, okay?”
“Since when have you been so transparent about what you’re feeling?”
As soon as he says it, he bites his lip so hard he almost draws blood. 
“Shit, Roman, don’t do that.” Virgil taps his chin. “Leggo, come on. I’m just—you’re gonna make yourself bleed, let go—there, that’s better. I’m trying to be better about it, okay, that’s it.”
Roman just nods. Is…is he sure this isn’t some other version of Virgil? There’s the big door to the Imagination in the hallway, after all, maybe…
“It is really me, by the way, I can hear you thinking about it over there.”
��Wait, you can what?”
“Not literally, Princey,” Virgil says, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, “but thanks for telling me I’m right.”
Roman makes a face and goes to pull away when Virgil just chuckles and holds him tighter. 
“Okay, that was mean.”
“Yes, yes, it was.”
“Look, just—you can come to us, okay? You don’t have to make versions of us that you think will comfort you ‘cause we won’t.”
“You—you mean that?”
“You see J around anywhere?”
Roman glances around. Sure enough, there’s no Janus. “Alright. I’ll—I’ll try.”
Virgil smiles at him—not a smirk, not that weird half-smile thing he does when he’s trying not to laugh, but a real smile—and claps him on the shoulder. “That’s all we can ask for, Princey. And uh, let me know if you need help catching any rogue versions of us, okay?”
Roman just nods dumbly as Virgil waves and walks out of his room. 
He glances at the door to the Imagination, still firmly shut.
Huh. 
———
“Hey, Virgil?”
Virgil takes out a headphone. “What’s up, Princey?”
“Have you seen Remus anywhere?”
“He said he was spending the day with the Kraken brood.” Virgil frowns. “Why, something wrong?”
“Well, he told me he was doing that too and there’s currently a Remus on top of the fridge doing his best to replace the water in the ice maker with slime.”
“What the—oh. Oh, is this one of the—okay. Yeah, what d’you need?”
“I think he’s only going to respond to your tempest tongue and I can’t do that.”
“Yeah, yeah, I got you.”
Virgil tucks his phone into his pocket and sets his headphones on the bed as he follows Roman down to the kitchen. Sure enough, there’s a Remus perched on top of the fridge, cackling wildly with his hands full of what looks like a blended version of Slimer from Ghostbusters. 
“Remus,” Virgil calls, many-layered voice getting the little gremlin’s attention, “get down from there.”
Remus pouts somehow while still cackling and lobs a handful of goo at them. Roman quickly summons an umbrella and blocks it. 
“Remus,” Virgil warns, “don’t make me come up there.”
Remus just cackles louder.
“Alright, you asked for it.”
He closes his eyes and concentrates for a few seconds, growing two feet taller and reaching up to scoop Remus up like a feral raccoon. He screeches, goo still saying everywhere, as Roman quickly grabs Virgil’s shoulder and sinks them out to his room. Virgil blinks, adjusting to the quick change, and Roman waves at him frantically by the open door. 
“Chuck him in!”
“Don’t have to tell me twice!”
One gooey, cackling Remus later, Roman slams the door shut and lets out a sigh, reaching out to poof away the remaining slime. 
“Oh, that’s sick. Can you clean everything like that?”
“No, just the Imagination messes. Thanks for your help.”
“Eh, no problem. Used to have to do that when we were younger anyway.”
“…ah. I see.”
Virgil looks at him oddly when Roman suddenly appears to deflate, only to realize that Roman didn’t get to grow up with Remus. “Oh, hey, I didn’t mean—“
“No, no, it’s quite alright. We’re…well, I suppose we’re making up for lost time now. I certainly wouldn’t’ve known to just…” He makes a picking-up gesture with his arms. “How long have you been able to grow like that?”
“I think it’s a fight-or-flight thing.”
“Got it.”
There are a few moments of awkward silence. 
“Well, I should let you get back to…what were you doing?”
“Oh, I was watching this show on Netflix. It’s called My Name.”
“Wait, is that the one about the girl whose father gets killed in the first episode and then she goes on this whole journey to try and find who was responsible?”
“Yeah, ‘ve you heard of it?”
“I was going to try and watch it! What episode are you on?”
“Uh…episode two. I’m not that far into it yet. But there’s only, like, six episodes or something.”
“Would you—would you want to watch it with me? Not like together, together, but—like a book club sort of thing?”
Virgil is not going to helplessly smile at how cute Roman is when he’s all eager, he’s not. “Sure. That’d be fun.”
He is going to smile when Roman grins so wide it looks like his face must hurt. 
———
“Therapy isn’t enough,” Virgil announces as he strides into Roman’s room, “I need to be weird about that old man.”
Roman chuckles and looks up from where he is at his desk, typing away at his computer. “So you watched the next episode, huh?”
“Look, I don’t know why he insists on making everything as dramatic as possible, but he does and it works for him.”
“So this is about that scene where he just rips his shirt halfway open for no reason, huh?”
“For no reason? Excuse me?” Virgil flops on Roman’s bed. “It is his gay-given right to be that dramatic and it’s working for him.”
“Seems like it’s working for you too.”
“Don’t act like you’re above it, you spent twenty minutes waxing poetic about how the framing around him sitting in his office chair was poetic cinema.”
“Yes, because I’m a storyteller and I can appreciate the use of framing in film and television to contribute to said story.”
“Uh-huh. How’s the writing going over there?”
“Don’t talk to me or my Untitled Document (1) ever again.”
Virgil laughs, head lolling back against the pillows as Roman shakes his head in mock sternness. “He’s so gone for him.”
“Who is? The assistant for him or him for the dead guy?”
“Yes.”
“You’re correct and you should say it.” He squints at the screen. “Wait, what’s a gender-neutral term for parent?”
A pause, then the rustle of fabric. “I want you to repeat what you just said to yourself.”
Roman does. “I might be stupid.”
“‘Might be,’ he says.”
“Shut up.”
“What’s the word I’m looking for that is like the exact word I’m looking for?”
“Leave me alone.”
Another laugh from behind him as he continues trying to type. But the thought of actually having Virgil here to talk about something they’re both watching is a lot more tempting than working on this idea that isn’t even due for a few more weeks anyway. He chews on his lip for a second before saving his work and closing it down. He did have more than half of it completed, thank you very much. 
He turns around, seeing Virgil sprawled over his bed like it’s his own, scrolling on his phone, and just takes a moment to look. 
Virgil looks…happy. It’s a good look on him. 
“When you’re done staring at me, I got a post to show you.”
“What is it?”
“Slow-motion GIFs of that moment.”
“Move over, then.”
———
By this point, when Roman asks him for help with wrangling an escaped version of one of them, they can do it while having a conversation. 
“I followed one of the main blogs in the fandom yesterday,” Virgil says as he grabs two of a Janus’s arms. “They followed me back.”
“Oh, really?” Roman grabs two more and starts hauling him toward the Imagination, deftly knocking aside a swinging cane. “You got to mutual status that quickly?”
“They said they liked my meta posts. Gave you credit, of course—“
“As you should.”
“—but yeah, they seem cool. It’s weird, I know it’s not like actually having a celebrity you can interact with, but it’s like—“
“It’s like being relatively famous just by having them know you. Do you think they’re laughing at your silly little jokes every morning,” Roman teases as they get the squirming noodle to the door, “while they’re having breakfast?”
“Thank goodness, maybe they’ll spare me when the cops come to kill all of us.”
“Or a rival gang.”
They shove the weird version of Janus back into the Imagination and shake themselves off. Roman picks up a piece of paper and jots it down. 
“Is it just me,” Virgil mutters, “or are they getting…weirder?”
“This is the first real weird one you’ve seen.”
“That has some implications that I do not like.”
“Uh-huh.” Roman shudders. “Just you wait. They’ll get weirder.”
“Is it too late to back out of this?”
“No. I can stop asking you if you want.”
Virgil reaches out and knuckles Roman’s shoulder. “I’m kidding. I couldn’t leave you to deal with all of that on your own.”
Roman doesn’t look at him for a moment, fiddling with the fingers on one hand. “I dunno, it’s just…this is pretty much a direct result of me not being able to deal with my own problems by myself, so…I would understand if you wanted to stop having to deal with them.”
Virgil looks at him for a moment. Then, out of nowhere, he says: “you know, sometimes I struggle with feeling useful.”
Roman whips his head around. “What?”
“Well, you guys come up with ideas, I’m only here to…point out the problems. Not that I’m not saying that’s not useful, but like…I gotta wait until you do all your work before I can even think about doing mine, do you get what I mean?”
“I believe so…Virgil, you—“
“So when you ask me for help with this,” Virgil says, speaking smoothly over him, “it makes me feel useful. This…this helps me too.”
Roman stops, staring at him in something that’s almost wonder. “It does?”
“Yeah, Princey. We—we’re all damaged in some way. We just gotta find someone else whose damage is compatible with ours.”
Roman blinks a few times as a slow smile spreads across his face. “Why, Virgil. That was almost poetic.”
“Shut up.”
“No, really, I’d love to see what you could write—“
“Shut up!”
———
“Hey, Roman?”
Roman looks up from his desk. “What’s up?”
Virgil shifts his weight from side to side. “Can we—this is a stupid question.”
“I’ve adjusted my expectations accordingly.” He shuts his laptop and turns to face him. “What can I do for you?”
“Can…can we go into the Imagination?” When Roman pauses for a moment, he quickly keeps going. “It’s just—I know I see it a bit when we throw the others back in and there’s not really a big difference and it’s all what you make of it but I just—you know what? Never mind. This was stupid.”
“No, no—“ Roman quickly stands up to catch Virgil’s elbow as he turns to leave— “no, Virgil, it’s not stupid. I’d love to take you to the Imagination.”
“You…you would?”
“Yeah. Do you wanna go now?”
“Aren’t you busy?”
“Mindlessly scrolling, that’s it. Come on,” he coaxes, leading Virgil back toward the door, “it’ll be fun.”
Virgil keeps watching him warily until Roman manages to get them through the door. He closes it firmly behind them as Virgil stares around at the field they find themselves in, littered with wildflowers and grassy hills as it stretches out almost endlessly in front of them. 
“…whoa.”
“Do you like it?”
“Princey, this is…this is fucking pretty.”
Unbelievably, Roman feels himself start to blush. “You like it?”
“Fuck—yeah, Roman. This is—how do you not spend all of your time here?”
“Well, it gets a little boring just staring at fields of flowers forever, and sometimes—“
As if on cue, a massive bank of thunderclouds rolls in overhead and it begins to rain. 
“Sometimes it does that,” Roman sighs, already turning back to the Imagination door, “I’m sorry, I really can’t predict those, they just happen sometimes. Come on, you can borrow something dry, I don’t…”
He trails off when he notices Virgil’s not next to him. He looks back. 
Virgil stands in the middle of the flowers, his head tilted back toward the sky. The purple-black of his hoodie almost perfectly matches the purple-black of the clouds. His eyes close, feeling the rain on his face, hands slightly outstretched as if to welcome it. He looks—he looks—he—
Oh. 
Oh. 
“Virgil?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I—can I kiss you?”
Virgil looks at him and chuckles. “Getting real cliché, huh, Princey? Was this your plan?”
“N-no, not necessarily, I—wait, what? You’re not surprised?”
“I’m kinda surprised you asked first, but you are Romance.”
“You—you—“ Roman blinks. “Wait, you want to kiss me too?”
Virgil just grins and walks up to him. 
“Hi,” he murmurs as he kisses Roman, both of their eyes fluttering shut as the rain pours over them. 
Roman doesn’t need to worry about this not being the real Virgil. He’d never be capable of Imagining something as incredible as this. 
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