#*gripping you by the shoulders* do you see my vision
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who i see, looking back at me (ch3)
pairing: sebastian solace x reader
mentions: post-urbanshade fic, no use of y/n or pronouns, u are his partner <3, hallucinations, non-sexual intimacy, yearning the yearning!!, touch aversion, hurt/comfort, tentative reconnecting, mild dissociating :)
a/n: i lied btw, there are now 5 chapters instead of 4. if u guys see the number increase again, know it was against my will. the characters do whatever tf they want, apparently. anyways, this chapter simultaneously feels like so much happens and also nothing at all. have fun!
word count: 12.3k+
masterlist | part two
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You dreamt of a face, looming over your own as you laid supine on something soft.
Everything felt muddled—like you were sunk deeply underwater and still continued onward in your neverending descent. Details eluded you. Any sharp edges or angles were softened into nebulous clouds of seafoam green and teal, with light that gently painted the planes of your face in a tender touch. A quiet pressed along the sides of your head, stifling in its presence. You could not move. You were weighed down by something you could not define, your vision hazy and unfocused.
When you closed your eyes, the backs of your eyelids felt like they were awash in blue. Blue, blue, blue. Infinite, it seemed. Just like the ocean, a distant part of you thought.
You breathed in and out. Calm. Quiet. Then, you opened your eyes. Properly, this time.
The ceiling of your room was coated in shadows broken apart only by a fragile light coming from your slightly parted curtains. You stared, gaze half-lidded, up at it. Not really seeing it. Not really processing. Distantly, you could feel the pull of sleep once more. But you could not bring yourself to return to it. Could not manage to fall back into a slumber even if you tried.
So you dragged yourself up until you were sitting in bed, blanket sprawled across your legs. Your upper body slumped like you were a puppet cut from its strings. And you just stared forwards.
Sebastian—fake Sebastian, not real Sebastian—stared back.
You didn’t move a muscle. You only watched him—unblinking, eyelids heavy like they were weighed. There was something rooting you to your bed, a heavy pit in your gut that made it difficult to do anything other than stare.
It was quiet. So, very, quiet.
“Why are you still here?” you murmured after what felt like hours and hours of sitting there. Dawn had long passed, the bright light of the sun poking its way into your room to splay across the floor. You blinked slowly at him—nonchalant as he was where he stood across from the foot of your bed all this time.
His gaze lowered as his smile widened to show off each and every one of his teeth. It was not a kind look. A chill ran its fingers down your spine.
“You know why,” was all he said. He continued to stare at you, his hands tucked inside his pockets. Waiting, almost. Maybe even expectantly.
Your jaw tensed and when you swallowed, you could feel the dryness of your throat. Your gaze flicked over to your closed bedroom door, then back at him again. You did not like this.
“I’m working on it,” you whispered, momentarily closing your eyes so you could grip at the unsteady pieces of yourself and pull them together. Even now, you could still see all that blue, etched into your eyelids. Blue and gray and gray and blue. Soft and unfamiliar.
You sighed—long and deep and vaguely unsteady. Then you turned away.
Scrubbing a hand down your face, you rolled your shoulders and leaned over to grab your phone from the nearby nightstand. Clicking it on, you squinted down at the time. Shit. If you didn’t get a move on, you’d be late for work. You slipped out of bed, bare feet coming into contact with the cool floor. There was a certain grogginess that still lingered in your body and mind. You yawned and rubbed at your eye as you shuffled over to your door. But before you could open it, you hesitated and took a moment to listen beyond it.
There was nothing. Not a peep or a shift. Looking down at the crack between the door and the floor, you saw only darkness. No faint light seeping through it—like there wasn’t anyone there. Doubt was beginning to sink its unrelenting tendrils into your body. It was so easy to imagine that the room just past your bedroom door was vacant. That there was only your couch and your television and your coffee table. Still and lifeless. A breath being held before the inevitable chaos of morning.
But no, you told yourself again and again and again. This was real. If you closed your eyes, you could still feel the cool, hard texture of Sebastian’s hand in yours. The smooth metal of his ring as you ran your thumb over it. This was real, and you would keep repeating it to yourself for as long as it took to properly settle in.
You sighed, long and silent. Well, the day wasn’t going to wait for you to start.
Gripping at the doorknob, you quietly cracked the door open and squinted into the dim light of your living room. It was darker than usual—an explanation made imminent when you glanced at your windows to see their curtains had all been tightly closed. You could still see sunlight fighting to make its way through the thin material, so it wasn’t like it was completely dark. You just had not expected it, really.
Turning your gaze back towards the contents of the room, you noticed Sebastian had moved some things around. Not by much. The couch was pushed back a little and the coffee table was off to the side of the television instead of in front of it. All to make space for Sebastian’s large body—tightly coiled as it was in the spot between the couch and television.
You lingered curiously for a moment over the way his tail looped around like a snake to form a makeshift bed for him. And when you finally glanced over to his face, you saw that he was already watching you. Something in your gut jumped slightly when you made eye contact with him. Over his head like some sort of shawl was the blanket you’d gotten him last night—a defense against the yawning sunlight, most likely.
“Good morning,” you greeted to break the silence, though soft enough to not disturb the sleepy morning atmosphere.
“G’mornin’,” he murmured back at you, lifting himself up from his tail to squint blearily at you through the dim. His voice was raspy and deep with the edge of sleep. Fatigue. It made something in your stomach twinge.
He raised himself up, dropping the pillow he’d been hugging to stretch out his arms—strange to look at, honestly, with three of them attached to his torso—and tugged at the lure on his head to turn it on. You shuffled over to the bathroom to brush your teeth in the meantime and found yourself wondering if you should offer him a toothbrush. Not that it would do much, you thought to yourself as you ran the small bristles along your teeth. His teeth were large and sharp—jutting in his mouth like the jagged edge of a mountain. The teeth of a predator.
And wasn’t that strange to think about? You suppressed a shiver.
You supposed it wouldn’t hurt to give him one, even though you were sure he’d probably have a difficult time holding the tiny thing in his hand. Might even accidentally break it, honestly.
After you finished refreshing up in the bathroom, you exited it and caught his eye almost immediately. He watched you in a nearly lazy manner, head propped atop a hand from where he was using his tail as a rest of sorts.
You jutted your thumb behind you at the bathroom. “There should be spare toothbrushes in the cabinet if you want to use one.”
Sebastian blinked at you slowly, then opened his mouth to purposely run a light blue tongue over the front of his teeth. He smacked his lips together and gave you a look.
“Don’t think you got anything that can deal with these nasty things,” he said dryly. You rolled your eyes at his response.
“It’s better than nothing,” you replied with a shrug and turned to shuffle back over to your bedroom to grab your work clothes. “You can at least use some mouthwash.” He only hummed after you, not moving an inch even as you could feel him continuing to follow you with his gaze.
Your clothes were thrown on in record time and you grabbed your work bag from the back of your bedroom door to head over to the kitchen. Rubbing at your chin, you opened the refrigerator and took a moment to peer at its contents. You had enough leftovers for another day, but that wasn’t accounting for Sebastian and his… larger form. You glanced over at your sink and saw that there were no dirty dishes in there from last night. It didn’t seem like he had eaten anything. You frowned. Maybe you should go grocery shopping.
“I think I’m gonna go to the store after work,” you called out at him as you grabbed ingredients for a quick sandwich to make for your lunch. “Anything you want in particular?”
There was a thoughtful hum—so low and close that you jumped slightly and looked over your shoulder to find that he had followed you into the kitchen. He loomed almost directly behind you, his hair slightly mussed from the blanket he’d had over his head. How you hadn’t heard him slip into the tiny space, you would never know.
He seemed to hesitate as you watched him, your arms full of bread and condiments. Then, “Actually, can you grab me a burger and a pack of Marlboros?”
You paused, processing his request in your mind. “Sure,” you eventually said, nudging the refrigerator’s door closed with your hip. Grocery shopping could wait for another day. “We can do takeout for dinner, I suppose. But…” It was your turn to hesitate, and as you took in the way he clasped two of his hands together—not quite able to meet your gaze—you felt your eyebrows crease. “You… still smoke?” You didn’t think he’d have access to cigarettes in a, well, underwater facility. It’d certainly force him to quit cold turkey.
He shrugged idly as you headed over to the tiny kitchen table to dump all your ingredients on it and start slapping together a simple sandwich. “Yeah, sometimes I was able to get a pack when they upgraded my living arrangements,” he said vaguely, his eyes focused on your hands. He turned to look out at the living room. “Helps take the edge off, y’know?”
Your head bobbed in some semblance of understanding, even as your lips pulled down in a frown. “Well, okay,” you told him warily, briefly glancing up at him. “Just… try not to make it a habit, alright?” Again, you mentally added.
He snorted and suddenly seemed very interested in toying with his lure. “Right.”
Your sandwich was made and packed neatly away into your bag. The ingredients were put back in their proper locations. You did a final pat down to make sure you had everything, then slipped out of the kitchen with a banana clutched in your hand as a meager breakfast. You had to scoot around the thick curls of Sebastian’s tail, the muscles just under his scales shifting as he moved to accommodate for your path. You didn’t want to step over him. Everything seemed so cramped, all of a sudden, and you weren’t sure how that made you feel exactly.
No use deliberating it now. You were running late.
“Again, help yourself to anything,” you told him as you tugged on a light jacket by the front door and bent down to make quick work of your shoes. “I’ve got some books laying around if you’re bored and the T.V. remote should be somewhere if you wanna watch something.”
“I think I’ll manage,” you heard him reply, his voice low and amused.
You exhaled through your nose. Straightening up, you fixed your clothing—doing a final check of your reflection in a mirror you had hanging on the wall near the door—then finally looked towards him.
Him, Sebastian. As he curled in front of you a short distance away after following behind you like an ever present shadow. Hands clasped together with his half-lidded gaze and golden lure gently illuminating the space around you.
(“I’m out for work!” Sebastian called, his voice echoing through your apartment to reach where you were in the bedroom.
“Okay!” you called back, preoccupied with picking out what you were going to wear for the day. Hmm, beige or burgundy? “Be safe!”
There was a beat of silence. Then:
“Um, excuse me,” Sebastian’s disembodied voice said dryly. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
You snorted and rolled your eyes as you set your clothes down on the bed. Exiting the room, you met his expectant look with your own amused one while you walked over to him waiting by the door.
He bent down closer towards you once you stopped in front of him, raven hair framing the sides of his face. Your hands found the collar of his jacket, where you fixed it properly so that one of the flaps wasn’t raised. Honestly, how did he not notice it before? There was a mirror on the wall right next to the door.
“Bye,” you told him purposely, tilting your head back so you could press a kiss to his waiting lips. He tasted faintly of nicotine and frozen waffles—a rather… interesting combo, you supposed. You could feel the way he smiled smugly against your mouth. He hummed into the kiss, and you broke away to give him a small grin. “That better?”
“Much, thank you,” he replied, a certain twinkle to his gaze as he stared adoringly down at you. His cheek dimpled on his right. “And don’t you ever forget again. There’ll be a price to pay and I’m afraid you won’t like it.” He paused, then shrugged. “Or maybe you will.”
“Oh shut up.” You slapped lightly at his chest and shoved him towards the door with a laugh.)
You took a deep breath. In, then out. Silent. It felt like an infinity resided in the few seconds you both stood there. Waiting.
Your lips pressed together, and you eventually gave him a small, unsure smile.
“…Bye,” you said, opening the door to let in a small stream of sunlight. His eyes squinted slightly at it, but you found you couldn’t quite look at him. How the tables have turned. “Be back later.”
The light of his lure dimmed slightly. “Have a good day,” he murmured with a gentle wave of his third arm, something indescribable to his gaze that you couldn’t quite make out before the door had already been shut in his face.
Your stomach churned, upset and tight.
As you drove to work, you just couldn’t get that image out of your head. Sebastian, in the middle of your tiny living room. Too large. Too much. His body held in a way where he seemed to be pulled towards you, yet also…. not. Subtle enough that any less observant person would not have noticed.
You sighed, a deep and long thing that did nothing to ease the tension lining your shoulders.
Work was busy, not allowing you to sink too deeply into your thoughts as you darted around the clinic. A reprieve, almost, from the events of the last couple of days. You were grateful, but by the end of your shift, you were back at square one. Always, your mind drifted back to him. Him, him, him. You knew nothing else.
Standing on line at the nearest fast food joint, you stared unfocused at the menu displayed on a small flat screen television behind the counter. How much did he even need to eat now anyways? You weren’t entirely sure, but even the size of his torso was so much more that you were certain it was nowhere near the amount you ate on a daily basis. Were there things he couldn’t eat anymore? Were there things he was partial to? There was a conversation to be had, especially if you were to go grocery shopping sometime in the not-so-distant future. You didn’t want to poison him by accident or something.
When it was your turn to order, you got a sandwich and fries for yourself. For Sebastian, you bought a triple decker burger, then—after pondering it with furrowed brows—you ordered another. And two extra large fries. And a couple bottled drinks. Hopefully it would be enough for now. If not then, well, he could raid your kitchen.
After a quick run into a convenience store for the rest of his requested items, you started on your way home. The drive was quick, the golden glow of the sun dipping to kiss the horizon casting itself gently through the windshield of your car. You pulled into the gravelly driveway of your cottage and grabbed your bags from the passenger seat. Then, you locked up your car and bustled over to your front door. The curtains you could see just behind the front-facing windows were still tightly drawn.
As you unlocked the door, you called out an “I’m home!” and shuffled properly inside. Silence greeted you. Closing the door was like pinching the flame of a candle to douse it, a fragile darkness taking over. You looked around, blinking in an attempt to get your eyes to adjust faster.
You could just make out Sebastian’s form coiled in front of the couch. He was staring down at something in his hands, but you couldn’t quite make out what, exactly. Toeing off your shoes, you gently placed your work bag on the ground next to them and picked your way over to him.
“Sebastian?” you murmured, your hands gripping at the fast food bag as you came to a stop somewhere to his right. Faintly, there was the smell of fish. It felt like you were standing in a bubble that resided outside of time—if you even exhaled too loudly it would pop and the moment would be lost forever.
His ear fin twitched slightly, and his head jerked like he was glancing at you from the corner of his eye before looking back down at his hands. You waited for him to speak, your gaze trained on the side of his face—unreadable as it was.
“What’d you keep this old thing for?” he eventually rasped out. You peered down at his hands to see he was holding onto the flannel you usually kept hanging on the back of your bedroom door. You hadn’t touched it in… a while. But it still hung there, unwilling as you were to pack it away out of sight. His thumbs smoothed over the checkered fabric. “Hardly seems worth saving.”
“It was your favorite,” you replied simply as you continued to observe him. He only grunted. The faint glow from his eyes looked airbrushed along his hands and arms. It made you feel as though you were underwater. You found yourself adding, “I kept some other things, too.”
“Did you, now?” He hummed and shot you a sharp grin. “Couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried, huh?” It was a weak attempt at a joke, you knew.
“No,” you told him, gaze softening. “Never could.”
Sebastian exhaled, long and faint and vaguely unsteady. You held your hand out, and after one long, contemplative moment, he gently dropped the flannel onto your palm—his grip nearly mechanical as he released it. Your fingers curled into the soft clothing.
“Here,” you said as you offered him your other hand holding onto the fast food bag. “Go set the table. I’ll be there in a minute.”
He cleared his throat and carefully took the bag from your grip. With an unoccupied hand, he gave you a salute. “Yoooouuu got it, boss!” There was a cheer to his voice that you knew was forced, but you didn’t point it out.
Instead, you rolled your eyes and slowly made your way to your room, a soothing light flickering on behind you from Sebastian tugging on his lure. Well, at least you wouldn’t have to worry about your light bill now, you thought wryly to yourself. Shaking your head slightly, you hung the flannel back in its designated spot. Then, you beelined straight for your closet and spent a bit digging around until you located that box of Sebastian’s things. Unsealed and unassuming. You shifted it around in your hold, drumming your fingers along the cardboard thoughtfully.
When you arrived at the kitchen, you saw that Sebastian had neatly laid out everything from the bag onto the wooden table. Wrapped sandwiches, cartons of fries, bottles of drinks. In one of his hands resided the pack of cigarettes that you had tucked into the bag after purchasing them from the store. The accompanying lighter you got for them was in his other hand, and he rotated it around idly for a moment before pocketing it and the Marlboros in his jacket.
You noticed he had moved one of the chairs away from the table to take its spot, his tail coiled underneath him. You guessed it was just easier for him to avoid any furniture at all, given his size. Especially a small table chair like that. You walked over and set the box down on an unoccupied surface of the table.
“It’s not much,” you said as you pushed it slightly towards him. His gaze flicked down to eye the partially open flaps. “But well… I just couldn’t give them away.”
“What’d you end up doing with all my stuff anyways?” he asked curiously as you wandered over to the sink to wash your hands—stepping carefully around his tail occupying the space of your kitchen. There was a light shifting sound as he poked around in the box that stopped almost as soon as it had started. The light illuminating the kitchen dimmed ever so slightly. His tail twitched behind him.
“Sold them,” you replied as casually as you could, drying off your hands and making your way back to the table. “Or donated. Gave your mom some things too.”
As you sat down, Sebastian lowered himself so that he wouldn’t tower over you from where he was positioned across the table. It didn’t do much. You still felt like you were sitting before a minor giant, forced to lean back in your seat lest you strained your neck looking up at him. You had to suppress a frown. He tapped his fingers atop the table’s surface. You noticed the box was no longer sitting where you’d originally placed it. In fact, he had set it on the ground—out of sight, out of mind. You did not acknowledge it.
“Did you give her my guitar?” he asked, maybe a little hopefully, but you shook your head. He frowned. “My Xbox?” Another shake of your head. “Damn. Lucas didn’t want them?”
“Nope.”
“My most prized possessions,” he complained, crossing his arms over his chest. “Gone, just like that.”
“My bad,” you said dryly, reaching out to grab your sandwich and unwrap it. “I should’ve known to keep them for when you would obviously return.”
He clicked his tongue. “Shame on you for not having the foresight to do so, honestly.”
You rolled your eyes. “Oh shut up and eat your food.”
He smirked and grabbed one of his sandwiches. Even a triple decker seemed so small in his hold. How was that supposed to satisfy him? You frowned into your sandwich as you took a bite, trying not to make it obvious you were watching him as he carefully tore off the wrapping with the tips of his fingers.
He held the burger close to his face, peering at it with half-lidded eyes. “I don’t even remember the last time I had a burger,” he murmured and turned it this way and that. Inspecting it thoughtfully. Some of the mayonnaise slapped into it seeped out of the sides as his grip tightened.
The glow of his lure was like a spotlight as it illuminated everything beneath it. You and him, crowded around your little table in your little kitchen. Nothing else existed outside of it. How strange, you mulled to yourself. You could feel something stir in the pit of your stomach—following the haze of a distant memory that felt just a tad too out of reach.
You hummed, eyeing his upper body as he finally took a bite that was large enough to demolish half of his burger at once. A lithe torso with lithe limbs attached to it. A looseness to his clothing. Even a gauntness to his face if you paid close enough attention to it past his scarf. The implications of it all settled around your neck like a noose.
“What did they even feed you?” you wondered, gesturing at him slightly with your partially eaten sandwich. He did not tell you much, in hindsight, about his time trapped underwater. What he did on a day-by-day basis. It was purposeful, but still, you were morbidly curious.
“Oh sweetheart, you’re assuming they fed me at all,” he said as he grinned that shark-toothed grin of his.
You paused to take in his words, then felt yourself give him a concerned look. Worry creased your eyebrows together. His grin faltered minutely—so minute, in fact, that you almost thought it hadn’t at all.
“Kidding!” he exclaimed suddenly, his eyes crinkling and smile stretching in a way that did not reassure you one bit. “I’m kidding! It was mostly fish.” You waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t. It only made your frown deepen. You were doing that a lot tonight, it seemed.
“…Right,” you said, unconvinced. You nibbled on a fry, the salt deliciously coating your tongue. “I’m guessing you’re pretty sick of it, then.” Mentally, you crossed fish off your list of foods to buy at the grocery store.
“You have no idea,” he muttered sullenly, polishing off the rest of his burger and reaching for the second. There was a glob of mayonnaise on his cheek. Your gaze softened.
(“Baby,” you said amusedly, watching him shovel the last bits of dinner into his mouth. There was marinara sauce all over his mouth. “You’re a mess.”
“Well that’s just rude,” he huffed, eyeing you haughtily, “you don’t see me attacking you outta nowhere like that.”
You rolled your eyes. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” You picked up a napkin from the holder in the middle of the table and gestured at him. “Come here.”
He tilted his head at you but complied, leaning in closer across the table. You carefully wiped at his mouth, running the napkin tenderly over his lips and chin. You made sure not to tug too harshly on his lip ring; he’d told you before that it still bled pretty easily. He watched you with all the focus in the world, his gaze trained on your face. And when you deemed him clean enough, you gave him a little smile and tapped at the tip of his nose with your finger. His eyes crossed to look at the motion.
“There,” you said, satisfied, as you leaned back in your seat. “All clean.”
He mirrored your movement, then set his chin on top of his fist as his eyes crinkled warmly at you. “Can’t get enough of me, can you?” He grinned sharply.
You only grinned back. “Not really, no.”)
“You’ve got a little—” You gestured to your face. When all he did was blink at you rather obliviously, you huffed out a little laugh and grabbed a napkin. For a moment—a short, inconsequential moment—you hesitated. Then, you offered it to him. “Here.”
He looked down at your hand. And after another short, inconsequential moment, he reached out so he could take it, extra cautious to ensure his claws didn’t catch on your fingers. “Thanks,” he mumbled and wiped at his face. You only offered him a smile.
“So!” You snagged another couple of fries, ready to push all of… that behind you. “Anything you can or cannot eat? I’m thinking of doing groceries tomorrow.”
He hummed thoughtfully, his third hand’s fingers tapping at the table while his other two focused on unwrapping his other burger. “Not really, no. Surprisingly I kept most of my ah, digestive abilities, you could say,” he told you dryly. “Although, I seem to crave more of a, mmmm, meat heavy diet.” He smiled strangely and took a bite of his sandwich.
“Meat heavy, got it.” You took a mental note of that. “Got any food requests, then?”
“Completos,” he said immediately, looking at you rather intently. “God, fuck, I’ve never craved anything so badly. Barros Lucos, too.”
You nodded, adding all the ingredients you would need to your list. Hot dogs, avocados, tomatoes… “Anything else?”
The two of you spent a while coming up with meals to make over the next few weeks—which essentially amounted to Sebastian listing things he had missed or wanted with the faintest of rasps to his voice. Spaghetti, butter chicken, quesadillas. You had to grab your phone so you could make a proper list or you’d forget it all. With each one, you could feel your heart sinking deeper and deeper into your chest. An ache you were all too familiar with reared its ugly head. And you didn’t know how to deal with it.
At one point, though—while telling you the ingredients so he could make Charquicán—something seemed to shift within him. You weren’t sure what happened. Only that he quieted down and took on a more… ruminative air. You didn’t press him when it occurred. You just offered a few other options for meals, then let a silence settle between you both as you finished up your meals.
Eventually, though, you decided to gently prod him. “Penny for your thoughts?”
Sebastian slowly blinked down at the table. Then, his eyes seemed to flick up towards you and off to the side. He snorted out a laugh, but you could tell it was half-hearted. “Gonna take a lot more than a penny for them,” he tried humorlessly. When you only patiently waited for him to continue, he sighed and his third arm wrapped itself around his abdomen.
He avoided your gaze, raven hair partially covering his face. “Do you… still talk to my mom?”
Ah. That explained it. Your tongue suddenly felt dry in your mouth. “I do. Your siblings, too.”
His head snapped towards you, and for one split second—he looked hopeful. His mouth opened, then closed. And he hesitated, expression scrunching slightly as his hands fidgeted with each other.
You took the chance to gently ask, “Do you… want to see them?”
“I— of course I do. Is that even a question?” he blurted, then seemed to reel himself back in. He looked apprehensive, his lips pressing together. “It’s just… I…” he trailed off. Unwilling to voice the thoughts that swirled around in his head. It didn’t take a genius to guess what they revolved around.
“It doesn’t have to be right away,” you told him in a soothing manner. “Lucas won’t be free until next month anyways. I can invite them over around then. We have time.”
“Right,” he forced out. He twisted the ring around his finger. “Right. Yeah.”
“Yeah,” you echoed back at him. And after taking in his closed off demeanor—his reluctance to fully face you—you decided a distraction was in order. “Alright, how about we watch a movie?”
He agreed—lost in thought as he was—and you shooed him off to the living room while you cleaned up in the kitchen. You set the chairs back in place at the table and noticed the box was gone from where Sebastian had placed it on the ground. And when you walked over to join him by the couch, you saw that he was holding that panda plushie in one of his hands. The box sat innocently on your coffee table, flaps wide open. His thumb ran repeatedly over the plushie’s short fuzz, a distant look on his face.
You grabbed the remote and plopped yourself down on the side of the couch he wasn’t sitting in front of. His tail curved out to the side so that it wouldn’t be in the way—a hulking mass that reached towards the front door with how he positioned it. You took a moment to compare his upper body’s presumed weight with the sturdiness of the couch.
You cleared your throat, and he tore himself away from the plushie to look at you. “Y’know, you could probably sit on the couch if you wanted. I think it can hold your weight.” Or some of it, anyways. Definitely not with the rest of his lengthy tail.
He made a face, disbelieving. “Are you sure about that?”
Your head swayed side to side as you considered. “Mmh, yeah. Like ninety-seven percent sure.”
“And the other three percent?” he asked flatly.
You shrugged and had to suppress a smile. “Well, in the event that you did break the couch… it would be pretty fucking funny.” You grinned at him when he gave you an unimpressed look. “Come on, have trust in my couch. She hasn’t failed me yet.” You gave the cushion next to you a little pat.
He eyed you and the cushion dubiously, then seemed to cave when you only patted it a little harder. “Alright, fine. But I sure as shit am not paying for it if it does.”
You watched as he lifted himself up—the muscles of his tail tensing underneath his scales—and carefully eased his weight onto the couch. Not too close, not too far. Just enough for there to be a foot’s worth of space between you and him.
The moment he stopped holding himself up completely, his form sinking into the couch cushion, you felt your body inadvertently tilt towards him—off balance with the additional weight. You made a surprised sound as you caught yourself before you could fall onto him, your hands grasping at the armrest of the couch you were closest to. You scooted yourself closer to it, heart beating wildly in your ears. A low warmth crawled up into your cheeks that you willed away.
The couch creaked as Sebastian finally settled in. And after a second of you both holding your breath and waiting, you exhaled and shot him a smug look. “Told you so.”
“I don’t remember you being this annoying,” he said, though the lightness to his voice told you he was messing with you. “Were you always this annoying?”
You scoffed and had to resist the urge to reach over to shove him. Not that it would do anything. “Shut up. What do you wanna watch?”
He shrugged. “I’ve got years of movies to catch up on, I don’t really care.” After saying that, though, he seemed to mull it over in his head. And then quietly—so, so quietly you had to hold your breath to hear it—he mumbled, “D’you… got any new favorite movies?”
You turned his question over in your head. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Let’s watch those, then.”
“Hmm.” Your gaze softened while you watched him, a warmth settling deeply in your stomach. He didn’t turn to look at you, instead electing to stare down at the plushie still in his hold. “Okay.”
You managed to stay focused on the movie you pulled up for about a quarter of its length. And then you got distracted with stealing glances at Sebastian. He paid attention to the film for the most part—the glow of his eyes stark with him having turned his lure off—but every so often you caught him staring distractedly either at the box sitting on your coffee table or the plushie in his hand. Quiet. Contemplative in a way that was haunting.
You debated saying something. Part of you wanted to just pretend you hadn’t picked up on anything—for his sake or your own, you weren’t sure. But eventually you gave in when he seemed too deeply lost in thought, vacant look to his eyes.
You cleared your throat and made a show of warily eyeing the plushie in his hand. Memories from a time long passed flowed through your mind. “I hope you’re not planning to do anything with that.”
Sebastian blinked back to the present. “Huh?”
You nodded at the panda plushie. He looked back and forth between you and the plushie for a bit until he realized what you were implying.
“Well I can’t do it right now,” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “It’s gotta be when you least expect it.”
You gave him an unimpressed look. “When I least expe—”
Bap!
Stunned, you blinked at Sebastian as the plushie fell to your lap. There was the leftover feeling of fuzz in your mouth. He immediately started to wheeze, one of his hands slapping over his eyes while he shook with laughter strong enough to mildly shake the couch. In hindsight, you should have expected that.
“Fuck, fuck, that’s the second time so far. I need to keep a tally,” he cackled, breathless and delighted. Well, at least he wasn’t in his prior funk anymore. That was all you could ask for, really.
“Some things never change, huh?” you said dryly. You picked up the plushie and tossed it at him. He chortled some more when it harmlessly bounced off his shoulder.
Letting out a gentle sigh, you glanced over to the television to see the movie was almost at its end. Fatigue from the day’s events was starting to press against your eyes. Ahh, you should brush your teeth and shower. Standing up, you stretched out your arms over your head. The muscles in your shoulders and back moved with the motion, your shirt riding up ever so slightly. You tugged it down and turned to look at Sebastian, his teal eyes already trained on your form—faint smile still lingering on his face from his previous laughter.
“I’m gonna get ready for bed,” you told him and grabbed the remote to toss in his direction. “You can put something else on if you want.”
“Aw, already?” He pouted, not bothering to pick up the remote just yet. “It’s not that late.”
You snorted. “It’s not, but I have to get up early tomorrow. Again. Y’know, like people with jobs tend to do.”
“Right, right, my bad. How could I forget?” Sarcasm oozed from his words. “Well, don’t let me hold you up.” He made a shoo-ing motion with one of his hands.
You snorted again and turned on your heel to head over to your bedroom. And once you were inside, you paused once you grabbed your towel from its place behind your door. Usually, you would change your clothes in your room after showering, but… Did you really want to walk around in only your towel right now? You glanced out the door at Sebastian—who looked like he was painstakingly trying to browse other movie options using the tiny remote. You looked back down at your towel, squeezing the soft material.
…This was stupid. You were overthinking the smallest things, it seemed. You pinched at the bridge of your nose. And after standing there feeling like your innards were knotting themselves together over and over, you forced yourself to gather up your necessary nightwear. Then, you made your way to your bathroom for the quickest shower and redress of your life.
As you went to brush your teeth, you noticed another toothbrush sitting in the cup you used to hold your own. The bristles were, well, not destroyed exactly, but they stuck out all over the place instead of in their neat lines. A peek into the tiny trash can you kept in the bathroom revealed the remains of a toothbrush snapped in half—the bristles on that one utterly destroyed. Your bottle of mouthwash was also significantly emptier than it had been this morning. You had to suppress a smile. Mentally, you added more to your list of groceries, as well as a better toothbrush for Sebastian to use.
Upon exiting the bathroom, your towel slung over your shoulder and dirty clothes in hand, your eyes landed on Sebastian. With his lure still off, the light from the television painted the living room in shades of navy and purple. He wasn’t paying attention to the movie he’d put on, still running his thumbs repeatedly over that plushie. You cleared your throat, and his head snapped towards you.
“Well,” you said lightly as you walked over to your room, “I’m heading to bed. Ni—”
“Wait—!” he cut across you, his eyes widening as he lurched slightly in your direction. One of his arms raised halfheartedly. One beat. Two beats. And then he hesitated, lowering his arm as he slouched down into the couch. He sighed—quiet, weary—and turned back around so he could stare absently at his box of things once more. “...Never mind.”
Your mouth opened, then closed. You lingered outside your bedroom for a moment, waiting to see if he would say anything else. But when he didn’t, you gave him one more look, your lips pressing together.
“Good night,” you whispered, one of your hands resting on the edge of the door frame.
“G’night,” he murmured back. He didn’t look at you. This felt infinitely worse than last night.
When you finally slipped into your room for the night—heart weighed by something you could not define—you made sure to leave the door slightly ajar.
The following morning passed similarly to the previous one, with you shuffling out of your bedroom to find Sebastian already awake. He gave you a sleepy “Morning,” and took to watching you sleepily as you scurried around getting ready for work.
“I’ll probably be back a little later than usual,” you told him hastily as you tugged on your shoes and slung your bag over your shoulder. “Don’t wait up if you get hungry.”
“Mmmkay.” He gave you a lazy wave from his coiled lounging in front of the couch. The pillow you’d given him was pressed to his chest, his arms tightly wrapped around it. “Have a good day.” You offered him a quick smile, lingering for only the most minuscule of moments before you slipped out the door.
You were hoping for an easy shift at work, especially with all the shopping you’d need to do afterwards, but it was not kind to you. Fatigue weighed heavily upon your shoulders as you left the clinic. There was an itch behind your eyes that you knew would only worsen over time. You huffed and buckled yourself into your car. The quicker you could get this done, the better.
You’d intended to visit your regular grocery store, but upon deliberating it while driving down one of the main roads, you decided to go to your town’s warehouse store. Buying items in bulk would probably be better for you and Sebastian. And your wallet.
With one hand holding onto your phone and the other pushing around a cart, you went hunting for all the things you’d need. Plus some more items that your eyes caught onto and you figured wouldn’t hurt to bring home. A giant box of granola bars, for one. A couple rotisserie chickens. A container of honey crisp apples. Honestly, you could probably buy anything and he would be happy with it. He never was much of a picky eater.
You spent some time in the cleaning supplies aisle, looking at various brushes used to scrub sinks or pans. You picked one up, weighing it in your hand and peering at the thick bristles attached to the rectangular head. A traditional toothbrush was clearly out of the question. This would have to do for him. You’d probably need way more tubes of toothpaste as well.
At one point, you passed by a clothing aisle and took a moment to stare at various shirts and sweaters. You picked out a particularly large, black shirt and tried to imagine if it could fit over Sebastian’s long torso. Probably not, especially with his extra arm. You frowned as you hung it back up. You might have to look online for larger sizes. It was something to discuss with him later.
After making your way through the store, ensuring you got everything on your list, you headed towards self-checkout. And as you scanned each item and placed it on the large scale attached to the monitor, you were hit with just how much you bought. It was… a lot. Almost triple the amount of groceries you typically got biweekly. You nervously eyed the receipt once it was printed, then decided you shouldn’t worry too much about it. You had your savings, and if anything, you could always pick up extra shifts at the clinic.
Once everything was packed away neatly into the trunk and backseat of your car, you drove back to your cottage. By now it was dark outside, the roads lit up by street lamps that glowed with sleepy cream-colored light. There was the smallest scattering of stars overhead, most of the sky overtaken by cool gray clouds passing lazily by.
Eventually, you pulled into your driveway and killed the engine. Grabbing some of the items you could carry from the backseat with one hand, you rummaged around in your bag for your keys and made your way over to the door.
“I’m home!” you called out once you opened it, letting the dim moonlight seep into the darkness of your living room. As you dropped your work bag onto the floor and gently set down the items in your hand next to it, a golden light flickered on.
“Welcome back,” Sebastian greeted smoothly. A quick glance upwards showed him steadily making his way over from the kitchen. “Was wondering when you’d return.”
“Admittedly, that took me longer than I’d expected,” you said with a sigh. You gestured down to the groceries on the floor. “Do me a favor and pack these into the kitchen? I’ll bring everything else in. Just shout if you don’t know where something goes.”
“Alrighty,” he agreed easily, and you turned on your heel to make your way back over to your car to bring in everything else. The quicker this was done, the quicker you’d be able to finally relax.
It didn’t take too long with the both of you working together, but it was a lot of groceries. Sebastian was able to carry quite a few items to the kitchen on his own—something that would have taken ages on your lonesome. It meant he had to move back and forth between the front door and kitchen, though, and you could see his tail curved all over your cottage. Over the couch, around the coffee table, looping about the kitchen. It really put into perspective just how long he was. And well, it was certainly something to ruminate on.
He didn’t seem to have any issues with putting things in their proper places, thankfully. It wasn’t like it was all too different from how you both organized things way back when. Bread in the fridge, fruits in the little basket on the counter, cereal on top of the refrigerator, potatoes in the cabinet under the sink. It was a major help to not have to pack everything up by yourself, you had to admit.
Finally, you grabbed the last few items from your car’s trunk. The large box of granola bars and a few other frozen boxed items that you stacked on top of it to make the trip easier. Holding it all precariously in one hand, you locked up your car and carefully made your way over to the front door.
“This is the last of it,” you said as you stepped into your cottage and used your foot to close the door behind you. It was difficult to see where you were going with all the boxes in the way. You toed off your shoes and headed towards the kitchen. “Did you finish packing ev—”
Your foot caught on something.
You let out a yelp, lurching forward as you lost balance. The topmost boxes slipped down to the floor, landing with nearly consecutive thuds. Your heart leapt in your chest, but before you could really brace yourself for impact, something snatched you by the back of your jacket and tugged you slightly into the air.
“Shit! Watch where you’re going!” Sebastian chastised you as you dangled above the floor for a bit before being set gently down. You blinked rapidly, still not quite processing what had happened. “Coulda busted your head right open.”
“Sorry,” you said automatically, then glanced down to see you’d tripped right over a part of his tail—that was already shifting out of your way to make your path to the kitchen clear. You swallowed. “I— Sorry.”
“Jeez,” he grumbled, bending down to swipe up the boxes you’d dropped. “And to answer your question: Yes, I did finish. Though I dunno where you want this to go.”
With his third arm he brandished the sink brush at you, already having removed it from its plastic container. You blinked at it once, then gave yourself a mental kick to the behind to snap yourself out of it. Focus. Here and now.
“Ah. That’s your new toothbrush,” you told him as you forced yourself to continue on to the kitchen.
There was a tiny pause. “You’re joking,” he said incredulously as he followed behind you—the low shifting sound of his body your only indication.
“Nope. You’re welcome.”
“You expect me to brush my teeth with this?”
“Ordinary toothbrushes weren’t gonna cut it for you,” you told him amusedly as you slipped the box of granola bars atop the refrigerator and opened the freezer. You gestured at him to hand you the boxes he was holding and he complied, though he was still frowning at you like you’d just suggested the most absurd thing in the world. You rolled your eyes. “It’s better than nothing.”
“That’s what you said about the regular toothbrushes,” he said in exasperation, then sighed. “I should have expected this,” he muttered to himself, eyeing the brush some more as he rotated it about in his hands.
You closed the freezer door and turned to look up at him. “Did you put away the toothpaste and mouthwash, too?”
He jabbed a finger over to the bathroom, still scrutinizing the brush. “I put them on the counter.”
“Okay, I’ll put them away. Give me your toothbrush, I’ll put it in the cabinet.” You extended your hand, waiting for him to stop being so dramatic. He ran a hand down his face and huffed, but eventually dropped the brush onto your palm. You had to suppress a smile. Looked like you won.
You made your way to the bathroom and exactly what you’d said you’d do. Sebastian’s brush went into the cabinet behind the mirror. The extra toothbrush sitting in your cup—with its destroyed bristles—went into the garbage can. The mouthwash and extra toothpaste were both tucked neatly away into the cabinet under the sink. You washed your hands and rolled your shoulders with a silent sigh.
After exiting the bathroom, you tossed your jacket into your room and wandered back to the kitchen. That same fatigue from earlier was starting to make a reappearance. It laid heavy hands along your shoulders and the back of your neck. You chewed at the inside of your lip as you glanced at Sebastian—who was sweeping his own gaze across the kitchen—then at the clock on your stove.
“I am way too tired and it is way too late to make something,” you admitted as you rubbed your hand over your abdomen when your stomach gave a little rumble. “Did you eat the rest of the leftovers?”
“For lunch, yeah,” he replied as he flicked his head to the dish rack. The associated containers and utensils sat there drying.
You hummed and slipped carefully around his tail to reopen the refrigerator. Might as well use some of the things you bought today. “How do you feel about cereal for dinner?”
“Don’t care, either way.” He shrugged and glanced up at the top of the refrigerator, where the boxes of cereal stood. “I saw those Reese’s Puffs you bought today. Feels almost targeted, honestly.” He sniffed.
You grinned as you walked over to the cabinets. “That’s because it was.”
After you grabbed a bowl and spoon for yourself, you turned around to compare it to Sebastian’s hand size while he moved one of the kitchen table’s chairs to the side again. There was no way he’d be able to comfortably use such tiny things. The bowl alone was more like a cup for him. You rubbed your chin and bent down to grab a basin and a pot spoon, the metal of each reflecting the light coming from Sebastian’s lure. This would have to do.
You set everything down on the table, then grabbed the Reese’s Puffs, your own preferred cereal, and a gallon of milk—juggling them all in your hold carefully until you could drop them on the table. Sebastian snorted when he saw the basin and pot spoon, but didn’t say anything else. You sat down with a sigh, suddenly acutely aware of your own aching feet and pressing itch to your eyes.
And so there you both were again. Sitting across from each other in your little kitchen.
Still strange. Still unfamiliar.
You wondered when you would grow accustomed to it all.
Sebastian cleared his throat as he reached for the Reese’s Puffs to begin pouring it into his bowl. “So! How was your day?”
You shrugged at him, copying his actions with your own cereal. “Tiring, I suppose. How was yours?”
“Boring when you’re not here,” he said immediately. He poured milk into his bowl, then gestured at your own so he could fill yours as well. You pushed it closer to him and watched the stream of milk as it splashed against your cereal. “But this isn’t about me. This is about you.”
You raised an eyebrow. “It is?”
He nodded and recapped the milk jug. “I told you all about me,” he said simply, “now I want you to tell me all about you. What have you been up to all this time?”
There was a warmth settling itself in your stomach—like you’d just swallowed a spoonful of hot soup. You tried not to let it affect you so much. “I’m… not sure if there’s really much to say,” you said, a small frown splayed on your lips as you picked up your spoon.
Sebastian flapped a hand at you. “Pssht, bullshit! There’s always a tale to tell. Come on, don’t hold out on me.” He grinned at you suddenly, sharp. “Unless you’ve got something to hide?”
You gave him a look. “Right,” you said flatly, “like my secret job I do after working all day at the clinic.”
He snapped his fingers. “Now we’re talking!”
You snorted, then hummed thoughtfully as you swirled your spoon through your bowl. “Honestly, there really isn’t much to say,” you told him quietly, thinking back to the years and years of grief and solitude. “I work. I come home. I read or watch T.V. or play shitty songs on my ukulele.” You chuckled. “Occasionally I text some friends still living in the city. Or call your siblings or mom. Maybe I hang out with coworkers very seldomly. But mostly I just…” you trailed off, thinking about the evenings spent lost in thought at the dock or within the cove. Thinking about him, mostly. Mourning him. You shrugged. “I dunno. Daydream, I guess.”
The gaze he pierced you with made you feel like you were being picked apart and analyzed, piece by piece. “Hmm, I see.” You were certain he knew you were not telling him everything.
Well, you thought to yourself wryly, that makes two of us.
It was okay, though. There were some things that were just better off left unsaid.
“How about any work stories?” he asked after shoveling his spoon into his mouth to crunch noisily down on his cereal. “You said you work at a clinic, right? You gotta have something from your time there.”
You mulled it over in your head. “Well, there was this one time…”
For the rest of dinner, you recounted what tales you could remember from your job. Dramatic coworkers, strict bosses, strange patient interactions. You didn’t think some of them were all too interesting—maybe just a way for you to rant or express your incredulity at dealing with people—but Sebastian listened raptly either way, his ear fins flicking every so often. He offered his own little sardonic quips from time to time (“No way,” he drawled when you told him a patient stopped taking all their medications then was surprised when they felt awful afterwards), and it made you realize later on just how… normal things were between you both. Right then and there.
Sitting at a too little table, in a too little kitchen. You and him, like it had always been before everything happened.
It made you crave more. Sunk its talons into your body and filled you up with a want want want.
Addicting.
You watched Sebastian scrape up the last of his second helping of cereal onto his spoon, sleepily blinking at him in the quiet, comfortable aftermath of your last story. Your gaze caught onto the long sleeves of his jacket, then traced upwards to the scarf still wrapped loosely around his neck. Faintly, you recalled wandering past the clothes section at the warehouse store you went to earlier. Right.
“What size are you?” you found yourself asking, eyeing up his jacket and trying to estimate how long it was.
Sebastian let out an offended gasp, dropping his spoon into his bowl while his third hand raised up to his chest in shock. “Why I never! Babe, you can’t just ask someone that!”
You snorted. “I was talking about your clothes and you know it. So?”
“Why are you asking?” he asked warily, shooting you a narrow-eyed look.
“I was thinking we should order you some new things to wear,” you told him and leaned back into your chair. “You’ve gotta be tired of wearing the same fit every day, right?”
He shrugged, his head flicking to the side slightly like he was staring out at something other than you. “I got used to it.”
Your gaze softened. “Well, I think you deserve at least a new shirt. Maybe a sweater.” Then, to lighten the atmosphere and give him an easy out, you said, “Besides, what if I’m tired of seeing you in the same clothes, huh? What if I wanted to see you in something nicer? Ever think about that?”
Sebastian looked back at you, his eyes widening ever so slightly as he processed your words. His lips tensed together when you only smiled knowingly at him, and his cheeks darkened minutely. He opened his mouth, paused, then after appearing to consider what to do next, his lips twisted into a feigned grimace. The edges of his lips twitched. You had to hold back a laugh.
“Eugh, are you flirting with me?” he asked, one of his hands reaching up to tuck his hair vainly over his ear fin. His face scrunched up like he was wrinkling his nonexistent nose, though his lure got a smidge brighter. “You should know, I’m a married man.” He wiggled his third arm’s fingers at you, his ring glinting in the light from his lure.
You rolled your eyes. You did that a lot with him, you noticed. You opened your mouth to respond, then found yourself darting your gaze past his torso when something blurry moved in your periphery.
Fake Sebastian leaned against the door of your refrigerator, hands tucked neatly into his pockets as he smiled widely at you. Uncanny, almost. His eyes crinkled into crescents that still seemed to pierce right through your body like an arrow. A reminder. And for one short, inconsequential moment, you froze.
(Teal eyes. Fingers like knives. Body covered in scales. Pungent smell of fish.)
Deep breath in, deep breath out.
You forced yourself to look back at actual Sebastian, who watched you with slightly furrowed brows. Appraising you, almost. Evaluating. You smiled at him, willing your stomach to stop twisting itself into heavy knots. You were working on it. “So? Size?”
If he found your lack of a retort suspicious, he did not make it known. Instead, he sighed and leaned back away from you. When had he gotten closer?
He picked at the material of his jacket sleeve. “I dunno. This shit was all custom made probably.” He moved his third arm around, bringing your attention to the sleeves it had both from his jacket and undershirt.
You frowned, tapping your finger against your chin. “Guess we’ll have to take some measurements. Gimme a sec.” You stood up, your chair making a little scraping sound as you pushed it back and beelined for your bedroom.
Rummaging around in your closet, you let out a little “aha!” when your fingers found purchase on the cool metal of a small measuring tape. You pulled it out and scurried back over to Sebastian, your fingers already pulling at the little metal tab at the end to stretch out the flimsy tape.
“Okay,” you said as you stood next to your chair and pulled the tape out until it was a few feet long. “This shouldn’t take too long. Let’s—”
But you found yourself hesitating as you looked up at him.
You’d… fully intended on helping him measure his waist, chest, and torso length but… As you peered at his face with his glowing eyes trained on your hands, you were suddenly struck with the startling memory of his snarl—snapping at you as he lurched backwards from your touch. The sinking pit in your stomach it caused, and the way he turned away from you like he just could not bring himself to look at you.
“Not yet,” he’d said, strangling out the words like they were suffocating him. “Not yet.”
Your grip tightened on the measuring tape. He continued to watch you, his mouth deepening into a frown when you didn’t say anything else. It shook you from your thoughts. You cleared your throat and abruptly loosened your hold on the tool.
Not yet, you told yourself. Time, you just needed time.
For him and for you.
“Actually,” you said in as thoughtful a manner as you could, hoping against all that your expression was schooled into something similar. You let the tape retract into the metal body of its container and set it on the table to slide it over to him. “Take your measurements. I’m gonna clear the table and grab my laptop in the meantime.”
When you grabbed at your bowl and his own larger basin, it looked—for one, terse moment—like he wanted to say something. It was in the way his gaze seemed to dart down to the tape, then back up at you. The way his jaw tensed, then relaxed just as quick.
He sighed, long and quiet.
“I don’t think you’re gonna find anything that fits… this,” he grumbled as he picked up the tiny measuring tape with thick, careful fingers. One errant flex of his hand and he could crush it rather easily. It was as unnerving as it was captivating.
You made a noncommittal sound as you placed the dishes into the sink and grabbed the sponge to scrub them down with soap. “Eh, who knows. There might be sizes large enough on certain websites. And if anything, we can probably custom order something for you.”
He only grumbled something indecipherable, the sound of the measuring tape being stretched out filling the air. You busied yourself with rinsing the dishes, quietly ruminating on the strange proportions of Sebastian’s body.
His torso was quite long—almost as long as your entire body, honestly. Any shirt you got him might be… a bit short on him, but that was fine. Your one concern was how lithe he was, in addition to his length. It might cause him to get utterly swamped in whatever you would purchase. Not to mention you’d most certainly have to cut a hole in the material to allow his third arm freedom. You’d probably also have to buy shirts made of stretchable material, particularly so he could get his big head through the neck hole in the first place.
Ahh, this was more complicated than you’d originally thought.
It was fine, though. Anything to make him more comfortable.
Drying your hands off on a nearby towel, you glanced over to see Sebastian still measuring his chest’s circumference—his eyes squinted in focus as he carefully pinched the tape around his body. You let him be so you could scavenge around for your laptop. You couldn’t remember where you last left it.
Once you found it—tucked underneath the couch, of all places—you went back to the kitchen to plop yourself back down in your chair at the table. The measuring tape was already set on its surface, and Sebastian watched you silently with his arms crossed over his chest as you powered on your laptop. You placed it in the middle of the table, so that you both could see its screen properly.
“Alright,” you said once it booted up and you opened the notepad application, “what’s the verdict, chief?”
He told you his measurements, and you typed them up for reference. Then, the search began. It wasn’t all that hard to find a website that sold clothes for individuals on the taller side, honestly. What sucked was finding one that had a size chart that matched his own measurements well enough. Either his chest measurement was way too small, or his torso length was too long—it was just as you’d predicted. You’d have to compromise.
Sebastian was… well… quiet, as he watched you scroll through numerous sites. Not melancholy, really, but… resigned, almost. Maybe even tense. You weren’t sure how to define it. His gaze just seemed distant whenever you glanced up at him to get a read on what he was thinking. It was not an expression you wanted to see on him—that you liked seeing on him. You cleared your throat.
“I hear baggy, almost-crop tops are the new look,” you joked as you gestured to the size chart on one website that seemed like the best option out of the others. “What do you think?”
“Hmm?” He blinked as he seemed to come back to himself and glanced briefly down at you. With your expectant gaze on him, his own darted to your laptop and he focused in on it with a squint. “Oh yeah, they’re right up there with skinny jeans and fedoras.”
You huffed out a laugh. “It’s the best we’ve got that’ll kinda fit you. We can buy a couple to test them out. I can return them if anything.”
“Whatever you say,” he said vaguely. It made your lips twitch slightly into a frown.
“Are you… okay?” you hesitantly asked him, turning your body in your seat so you could face him properly. You hadn’t noticed until now but his lure had dimmed. Not too much to be stark, but enough that you glanced briefly up to it in concern. “It’s just… you seem out of it.”
He didn’t reply. He only stared down at you. A quiet permeated the air, broken only by your soft breaths. The hum of your laptop’s fans. His mouth opened slightly, just enough for you to hear the small inhale he took. Then— he seemed to snap back to himself, his body going from stock still to sudden motion.
“Just peachy~” he crooned, his eyes crinkling into upturned crescents as he shifted closer to your side of the table. “What options do they have? I’d kill for a turtle neck.” He peered at your laptop with a curious hum, lowering himself down so he’d have a better view. One of his hands braced gently along the edge of the table.
This close—mere inches of space between you and him as he hovered just over your shoulder—you could smell that poignant, fishy odor. Stronger than it had ever been before. That sank itself into your senses and reminded you of just what you were dealing with.
Inhuman inhuman inhuman inhuman.
Your breath got caught in your lungs for a second before you forced yourself to breathe normally. You willed yourself to focus on something else, anything else. Anything other than the blatant lack of cinnamon or gentle musk you were accustomed to. Had been accustomed to.
Deep breath in.
Faintly—your brain inadvertently registered—beyond that piscine scent, was the smell of your detergent. The gentle, clear scent was so different that it was almost jarring. You looked at him from the corner of your eye, latching onto the sleeve of his jacket. It looked… clean. Soft.
Not the point, focus!
Deep breath out.
“Here, see for yourself,” you said as casually as you could as you shifted your laptop better towards him. He was deflecting, but so were you. It was as clear as a sunny sky after days of rain. There was nothing you could do about it. Or rather, nothing you wanted to do about it at this time.
Eventually, though, you would have to.
But not yet.
“I can’t—” Sebastian cut himself off with a clear of his throat. You craned your head to the side to look properly at him, the way he purposely stared at your tiny laptop and not at you. “I can’t use a touchpad, I fear. My hands are, ah, too cold. And hard.”
“Oh,” was your response, dropping from your mouth like a rock. You… hadn’t even considered that, actually. You frowned and looked at the tiny arrow keys. His fingers were too big to even properly use those, as well. It didn’t help to eradicate the coolness that was starting to spread throughout your body. You pulled your laptop a smidge closer towards you. “That’s okay. We’ll look together.” It was the only reassurance you could think of to say.
You thought he’d be pickier with what shirts he wanted, but he didn’t seem to mind the ones you pointed out. There was still that… aloofness to his voice, but he seemed to get better when you found some AC/DC and KISS shirts to add to the cart. You didn’t want to buy too much in case they ended up not fitting him at all. In any case, it was a good start.
You also ended up looking around for a website that did custom sizes after ordering from the first one. You did find one—a tailor that said they would use the customer’s measurements to adjust the clothes they had to fit their size—but you were unsure how it would work with someone like Sebastian. In any case, the two of you agreed to test it out with one of the displayed flannels on the tailor’s website, hoping no one would say anything as you punched in Sebastian’s frankly eyebrow-raising measurements and submitted the order. Maybe it would be chalked up as someone wanting a robe, or something.
When that was all said and done, you leaned back in your chair while your laptop powered off and scrubbed at your face. You were tired. You could feel it in the heaviness of your eyelids and shoulders. You were so ready to hit the—
“So!” Sebastian clasped his hands together and slithered away from you to give you some space to stretch your arms. He looked at you expectantly. “Movie?”
Ahhh. How could you say no to him after all that?
You suppressed a tired sigh. At least you didn’t have work tomorrow. “Go pick something. I’m gonna get ready for bed.”
“Yippee!” He gave you a thumbs up and snaked his way into the living room. You took a moment to rub at your eyes, then scooped up your laptop to head to your bedroom for your nightly routine.
Once your teeth were brushed and your nightwear was slipped on, you trudged over to the couch and flopped down next to Sebastian. Not too close, not too far—just like yesterday. Your eyes caught onto the box of his things, still sitting innocuously on your coffee table. Its flaps were sealed shut. You didn’t linger on it.
Sebastian already had a movie queued up on the television, and as soon as you gave him the go ahead, he carefully pressed play on the remote with the tip of his finger.
“What movie is this?” you asked as you let yourself slump into the cushions. Your legs stretched out in front of you, your heels resting on the carpet you had on the floor.
“Pacific Rim,” he replied, reaching up to tug his lure off. “I remember wanting to watch it in theaters, but then… Well.” His voice lowered into a grumble. “Never got the chance.”
You hummed. “Now’s as good a time as any.”
He let out an “mmhm” in agreement.
You didn’t even make it past the introduction.
You could already feel yourself nodding off even as an action scene played out on the screen. The darkness of the living room paired with the comfort of your relaxed body was a deadly combination. You vaguely registered movement somewhere behind your head and shoulders, but you were too far gone to really process what it was.
There was a cool sensation on your cheek that prevented your head from slipping to the side any further.
And when you woke up, hours later in the middle of the night, you found yourself tucked neatly into bed. Blanket wrapped comfortably around your body and gentle moonlight drifting its ghostly hand across your sheets. You blinked hazily up at your ceiling, then looked over at your open bedroom door.
The quiet drone of the television just outside followed you back into your dreams.
part four
#still not over the whole lactose intolerant thing LMAOOO so i made him eat cereal. he deserves it <3#sebastian solace x reader#shay scribbles daydreams#sebastian solace x you#pressure x reader#roblox pressure x reader#who i see au
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Day 14: Cuckold
Jisun x Male Reader x OC
Kinkvember Day 14
The sun was setting as I poured myself a glass of wine, the warm amber liquid swirling in the glass as I stared out the window. My wife, Jisun, was in the kitchen, humming a soft tune as she cooked dinner. She was a vision in her apron, her raven hair cascading down her back, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with life. She was everything I could have asked for in a wife—beautiful, intelligent, and incredibly sexy.
The doorbell rang, and I smiled, knowing who it was. I walked to the door and opened it to find my old friend, Jake, standing there with a grin on his face. "Long time no see, man," he said, clapping me on the back as he stepped inside.
"It's been too long, Jake," I replied, leading him into the living room. "How have you been?"
"Can't complain," he said, sitting down on the couch. "Life's been good. How about you and Jisun? Still living the dream?"
I chuckled, "Absolutely. She's amazing."
Jisun walked into the room, her eyes widening slightly as she saw Jake. "Jake, it's been ages," she said, her voice soft and melodic.
"Too long, Jisun," he replied, standing up to hug her. "You look incredible."
I watched as they embraced, a flicker of something primal stirring within me. I had always found Jake attractive, and the thought of him with Jisun sent a shiver down my spine.
"So, what brings you to our humble abode?" Jisun asked, sitting down next to Jake on the couch.
"I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by," he said, his eyes lingering on Jisun's face. "You know, catch up with old friends."
I smiled, "Well, we're glad you did."
The three of us chatted for a while, the conversation flowing easily between us. As the night wore on, I noticed Jake's gaze shifting to Jisun more and more often, and I saw the way her lips parted slightly as she talked to him. I could almost see the tension building between them, and it was intoxicating.
"You know," I said, leaning back in my chair, "I've always wanted to see you two together."
Jisun's eyes widened, and Jake raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" he asked.
I smiled, "I mean, I've always thought you two would make a great pair. Jisun, you're so beautiful, and Jake, you're so... manly."
Jake chuckled, "Well, I can't argue with that."
Jisun blushed, her eyes flicking between the two of us. "I don't know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Come on, Jisun," I said, standing up and walking over to the couch. "You can't tell me you haven't thought about it."
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and uncertainty. "I... I don't know what to say."
I smiled, reaching down to stroke her cheek. "Say yes," I whispered.
She looked at Jake, her lips parting slightly as she took in his strong jawline and broad shoulders. "Yes," she whispered.
Jake's eyes darkened, and he reached out to tangle his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer. She let out a soft moan as his lips crashed down on hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth. I watched as they kissed, my cock hardening in my pants as I imagined what was to come.
Jake broke the kiss, his breath ragged. "Fuck, Jisun," he murmured, his eyes locked on hers. "You're so fucking sexy."
She smiled, her cheeks flushed. "So are you mmhhhh" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I watched as Jake stood up, pulling Jisun to her feet as well. He pushed her up against the wall, his hands roaming over her body as he kissed her again. She moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shirt as she ground against him.
I watched as Jake's hands slipped under her dress, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties. She let out a soft gasp as he slipped a finger inside her, his thumb rubbing against her clit.
"You're so fucking wet," he murmured, his voice ragged. "I can't wait to taste you."
He dropped to his knees, his hands gripping her thighs as he pulled her panties down. I watched as he buried his face in her pussy, his tongue licking and sucking her folds. She let out a loud moan, her hands gripping his hair as she rode his face.
"Fuck, Jake," she breathed, her eyes locked on mine. "That feels so good."
I watched as Jake's fingers slipped inside her, his tongue fucking her as he brought her to the brink of orgasm. She let out a scream as she came, her body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Jake stood up, his cock hard and ready as he kissed her again. "I want to fuck you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
She smiled, her eyes locked on his. "Yes," she whispered. "I want that too."
I watched as Jake turned her around, bending her over the couch as he positioned himself behind her. He slid his cock into her pussy, both of them letting out a loud moan as he filled her completely.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he murmured, his hands gripping her hips as he started to move.
I watched as they fucked, my cock aching with need as I imagined what it would feel like to be inside her. Jisun let out a loud moan, her body shaking as Jake pounded into her.
"Harder," she breathed, her voice ragged. "Fuck me harder."
Jake obliged, his hips slamming into hers as he brought her to the brink of another orgasm. I watched as her body shook, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came again.
Jake let out a groan, his body tensing as he came inside her. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices as he smiled at her.
"That was amazing," he said, his voice breathless.
Jisun smiled back, her eyes locked on his. "It really was," she murmured.
I walked over to them, my cock rock hard as I joined them on the couch. "I want you to suck my cock," I said, my voice thick with desire.
She smiled, her eyes filled with lust as she knelt in front of me. She took my cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head as she sucked me deep. I let out a loud moan, my hands gripping her hair as I fucked her mouth.
"That's it, baby," I murmured, my hips moving as I brought myself closer to the edge. "Suck my cock."
She let out a moan, her mouth filled with my cock as she sucked me harder. I could feel my orgasm building, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I came.
"I'm gonna come," I breathed, my body tensing as I filled her mouth with my cum.
She swallowed it all, her eyes locked on mine as she licked her lips. "Mmm," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "That was delicious."
The three of us collapsed onto the couch, our bodies slick with sweat as we caught our breath. I looked at Jisun, her eyes filled with lust and desire as she smiled at me.
"That was amazing," she said, her voice soft.
I smiled back, my hand reaching out to tangle in her hair. "It really was," I said, my voice filled with satisfaction.
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History Repeating 1/2 (Rafe x black!reader)
Summary: You get jealous that Rafe is spending more time with his bros than with you, so you decide to take matters into your own hands.
Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, some angst, some fluff
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Your face grew hot as you watch the clock turn 7 p.m. A full two hours after what Rafe had promised.
Letting out a long huff, you stood from your chair and took your wristlet in your hand as you made your way to the front to pay for your appetizer and drink.
“No need, madam.” The waitress stated, holding her hand out when you tried to open your wallet.
“I don’t understand,” your eyebrows knitted together.
Before the waitress could further explain, Rafe walks through the door, guilt weighing on his shoulders. You knew exactly what had happened.
“He paid for your meal over the phone,”
“Yeah, I figured.. Thanks.” You gave her a polite smile before walking directly past Rafe and out of the door.
He tried to talk to you as you walked out but you merely held up a hand and continued out of the door anyway.
“Y/N. Come on,” Rafe starts, watching as you opened your wristlet and took out your car keys. “Y/N,” he repeats and you ignored him once again.
When you tried to open the car door, the keys slipped out of your hand and fell to the floor.
You let out an exasperated sigh and crouched down to get the keys but Rafe beat you to it. Taking the keys into his large hand, he offered the keys to you and you snatched them from him.
“Baby, don’t be like this.” You practically stabbed the key hole and unlocked the car door. “Baby-“
“Once- just for once, I wanted you to show up for me and just be here.”
“I know, okay? I fucked up. I lost track of time-“
“I don’t care, Rafe. I genuinely don’t care anymore.” Tears of anger blurred your vision as you sat in the drivers seat.
Rafe catches the door before you had a chance to close it. “You don’t mean that,” he starts, blocking the door from closing with his toned abdomen.
“I do mean it,” you tried your best to seem as angry as you could, but your body betrayed you.
“If you did, you wouldn’t be crying.” He adds, holding the right side of your face with his hand. He wiped away the waterfall of tears that fell when you closed your eyes.
“Let me make it up to you,” “Please,” he begs when you shook your head no.
“I think I need some space for a little while, Rafe.” He slowly dropped his hand from your face, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
“Is that something you really want?” You took a long pause to compose yourself.
“Yes,”
“For how long?” His heart sank to the pit of his stomach when you shrugged. “Until I’m ready to have this conversation again,” you finally spoke after a long silence.
“I’ll give you a week.” He loosens his grip on the door as he hesitates for a moment.
He dips his head into the car and leans in an inch from your face. His ogate eyes found yours for a few seconds before he examined the rest of your features.
It was like he was trying to memorize as much as he could. “I love you,” he glances down at your lips and steals a kiss from you before you could react.
Once he sees you don’t pull away from him, he holds the sides of your face and kissed you again, this time more passionately. His tongue caressing yours.
A groan turned into a whimper when he bit down harshly on your bottom lip. Your hands took in the collar of his tshirt and balled up the fabric.
When he finally pulled away, he traced your bottom lip with his thumb.
You hated that how quickly you were falling under his spell. A part of you wanted to push him away and shut the door in his face and drive away. Unfortunately, you were not that kind of person.
“I love you too, Rafe. But I mean it- I need a week of space. If you call, I won’t answer.”
“Okay,” he says, hesitantly pulling away from you and closing the door.
You spared him a single look before shifting the car into drive, watching Rafe’s shrink look smaller and smaller in the rear view mirror.
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It’s been five days consecutively that you haven’t been answering Rafe’s texts or calls. You really did mean it when you said you wouldn’t answer his calls.
All his calls went straight to voicemail. His messages were left on delivered.
He had lost digital access to you. You even stopped sharing your location with him.
Most of the day, your phone is on Do Not Disturb unless it’s 9 am. That’s when your Mom typically wakes up and she’ll most likely need you for something.
Did she ghost me? Rafe would ask himself.
Did I go too far this time?
Realistically, he could drive by your house and wait there until you get back home. But that wouldn’t change anything.
If you weren’t anything else, you were true to your word. When you say something, you mean it.
It’s one of the many reasons why Rafe fell in love with you. You were real.
“Hello? Earth to Rafe Cameron.” Topper says, waving his hand in front Rafe’s face.
“What, dude.” He spits at him, annoyed that he was pulled out of his thoughts of you.
“The red head by the bar has been staring at you since we got here. You going to get her number or should I get it for you?” Topper asks, making Rafe roll his eyes.
“I don’t know how many times I need to say this. Me and Y/N aren’t broken up yet.”
“If a chick doesn’t speak to you for five days. It’s a wrap, dude. Come on, you have the be realistic.”
“She’s not just some chick, douche.” Rafe stands from his chair at the sports bar.
“I’m out of here,” he takes a twenty out of his wallet and sets it on the table before leaving the group.
“Their break up is going to hit him hard,” Kelce tells Topper as Rafe walks away.
“Yeah, man. All we can do is wait.”
When Rafe finally leaves the bar, he piles on his dirt bike and slid his helmet on. A thought rattles around in his head.
Sure the tequila shots were partially to blame, but what’s wrong with a little liquid courage?
Before he knew it, he was pulling up into your driveway to find only your car there. Your mom must have left for her vacation already. Which made what he was about to do that much easier.
Taking his helmet off, he shuts off his bike and walks up your driveway. Just as he was about to knock, the door flies open and you rushed out with your portfolio pad in hand and your purse and car keys in the other.
You gasped when you nearly run into Rafe’s chest. Neither of you say anything initially, you just stared at one another.
Rafe thought you looked different. You looked.. stoic, which was something he’s never seen before.
And to you, he looked defeated. Something you’ve never seen before. Both are reactions to the same emotion: hurt. So it looks like you’re learning a new side of each other.
“I’m running late, Rafe. I have to go.” You finally spoke, your voice was leveled and strong.
Rafe didn’t say anything. He just looked at you.
You stepped out of the door way and turned to lock the door. Side stepping around him, you advance down the stairs.
His window of opportunity was closing. He had to do something.
Come on, Rafe. Open up your fucking mouth.
“I don’t want to be like my dad,” he blurts out, causing you to stop in your tracks. Rafe’s chest heaves with frantic breaths.
“Look, I-I want to make this work. My idiot friends want me to find someone else because they think this,” he motions between the two of you. “Is replaceable. And I don’t know much. But one thing I do know is that this is something you only find once.”
He walks down the stairs and around you to stand in front of you.
“Why don’t you want to be like your dad?” You pressed, accepting the fact that you’re going to be late for your event as the event planner.
“Because my dad met the love of his life when he was in college. But he didn’t fight for her. He let her slip through his fingers and years later, she married someone else and built her own family. And the thought of ‘what would have happened if we’ve stayed together’ is always running through his head. He never let it go.” He starts.
“He still says her name every time he gets drunk. She’ll always be the one who got away. I don’t want that to be me- I don’t want that to be us.” He adds, taking another step toward you and you released a shaky breath.
“This is the most you’ve talk about anything,”
His gaze softened at your words, his own eyes searching yours as he contemplated his response.
“I’ve had a lot of time to think about it. Five days worth.”
He caressed the apple of your cheek as he held your face in his hands. “I miss you, Y/N. Alright? I miss you so fucking much. I don’t want to start over with anyone else. I want to fix things with you.”
“What was her name? The one your father let get away?” “Y/M/N. Y/M/N Y/L/N.” “What?” You said, a little baffled by the new information.
“My mom was..” you trailed off and Rafe nods. “Did you know about this before we started dating?”
“No, I didn’t. I found out like five months in.”
“It’s like history is repeating itself.” You said. “It’s exactly what’s happening. Except this time, I won’t let you slip away. Because even after my dad met my mom and Rose, nothing compared to your mom.”
“I love you,” you whispered, bringing your hands up to hold his wrists. “I love you too,” he rests his forehead against yours and tears swelled in your eyes.
You silently cursed yourself because you didn’t want to ruin the make up you worked so hard on.
It’s the reason why you were late for the event in the first place- shit.
“What’s wrong?” Rafe questions, watching the gears turning behind your eyes. “I’m so late to my event right now. Um..” you trailed off when you looked into his eyes, slowly getting lost in them.
Snap out of it, Y/N. Damn.
“I have to go to this or else my client will have my ass. But, you’re more than welcome to stay until I come back.” You added.
“I’ll come with. Do you need the help?” “You want to help me coordinate an event?”
“Any time spent with you is time well spent. Where’s it at? I’ll drive you.” He said, taking your car keys in his hands.
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toys with jj!
warnings: smut, rough jj, spitting in mouth, kissing, choking, hair pulling, squirting.
requested by my love @jjmaybankssurfergf , hope you like it baby. 💋
jj had a particularly rough day. kooks, and the hot summer sun blazing down on him all day while he worked. he came home in a sour mood, immediately unbuckling his belt and shoving you down onto the bed as if you were a ragdoll.
when he got in these moods, you were more than happy to oblige with anything he said because you just wanted to make him happy.
"y' gonna sit here and take me, i don't wanna hear no complaining. got it?" he said, with a stern look in his eyes, as he never stopped working to get your panties off.
all you could do is nod, you were resisting the urge to press your thighs together from the way he spat in your face when he yelled at you.
he grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulders, pulling his boxers down just enough to reveal his thick, red cock, leaking with precum.
without warning, he nudges his tip at your entrance and slides himself in, causing you to yelp in a mixture of surprise and pleasure.
he wraps his ringed hand around your throat, squeezing enough to cut off some of your circulation. "shh. be a good girl and jus' take it, hm?" he says as he snaps his hips into yours.
you couldn't contain the whimpers that escaped past your throat, as he squeezes down on it, the pleasure becoming all too much, your vision hazy.
"j- please." you say with a hoarse voice, one of your hands moving to try and push his hand away.
he abruptly pulls out of you, his dick coated in your juices. he flips you over onto your stomach, pushing your face down into the pillow.
the bed dips as jj stands up from it, walking to a corner of the room. your too nervous to speak at the moment, so you just lay there, hoping he comes back. after a few moments you can hear muffled sounds of drawers opening and closing.
after about 30 seconds, he comes back with something in hand, your face still pushed down into the pillow, your eyes met with nothing but darkness.
after a few moments, you stop biting down on your lip nervously, and speak up, curiosity getting the best of you. "jay, what are u holding?" you ask in a soft, muffled voice.
"since you cant listen, im gonna stretch both of your little holes out." he says, leaving no room for an argument.
he grabs a bottle of lubricant, coating one of his fingers in the liquid, then pushing it into your ass, moving it in and out of your tight hole.
"y' see this mama?" he says, pulling you up by your hair roughly, holding the thick dildo in front of your face.
your eyes go wide, seeing the thick silicone toy in his grasp. you open your mouth to protest, but you knew better than to protest when he gets in this mood, knowing it wouldn't end well for you.
when you shut up and nod, a devilish smirk forms on his face. "good girl." he reaches around and presses a quick kiss to your lips, pulling his finger out of your ass.
"see, all you had to do was listen." he says, before pushing his own veiny cock in your pussy from behind, stretching your hole deliciously.
a few moments later, you can feel the silicone toy line up with your asshole, sliding inside with ease, thanks to the lubricant he used beforehand.
he pushes the toy and his dick in both of your holes at the same time, drawing a moan from his lips. he watches the way your pussy and ass clench around both dicks, it was almost enough to make him bust in that moment.
you could feel all your control and self restraint slip away at that moment, letting him take complete control of you, submitting to him as you close your eyes and moan into the pillow.
as both dicks penetrated you, all you could think about was the sounds jj were making behind you, the way his hand was gripping your hair roughly, and it only served to make you wetter than before.
you could feel a overwhelming pressure in your abdomen that was begging to be released.
"jay...'m gonna cum." you say, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, drool falling from the corner of your mouth.
he grunts from behind you "no, you cum when i tell you to."
he lets go of your hair, and grabs you by your throat, pulling you up so your back is against his chest. "who do you belong to, hm?" he says, chasing his orgasm
you try your best to hold back, but the pressure was becoming way too much, "you, jayj. only you." you assure him
"thats good mama." he grabs your cheek roughly, and pries your lips open with his thumb, spitting into your mouth. "swallow." he demands.
you swallow his spit with a whimper, and you clench around him
"you like that shit, huh?" he says, picking up the pace with both of the dicks. "cum f' me mama."
he pushes your head down again, and rubs figure 8's on your clit, coaxing your orgasm.
you immediately let out a loud moan as the pressure band in your stomach snaps, your orgasm ripping through you. your too lost in your pleasure to realize that you soaked jj from behind.
he groans loudly and pulls the silicone toy and his own dick out of you with a popping noise. he bends down to admire the sight of your squirting pussy.
"oh fuck, ma," he groans "your finna do that shit again f' me." he says, flipping you over.
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Little Precious.
Hey lovelies!!! Here's a cute little fic, just getting back into the groove now so for the ones waiting on requests, thank you so so much for waiting, I will get to them very soon😭🫂
The song in the fic:
Characters: Early!70s X innocent!reader
Warnings/triggers: scolding, crying, slight name calling, mostly fluff though :)
Tags: @atleastpleasetelephone @theelvisprincess @i-r-i-n-a-a @thelonelyheart @polksaladava @hooked-on-elvis
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Sniffling quietly, a trembling hand wiping under your nose and gripping at the fabric of your dress. You hiccup out a little sob.
You've upset Elvis, the man you love, the man who cares for you, the man who said to not go out of Graceland’s grounds without him and the man who scolded you for doing just that.
You just wanted to buy him a gift, a pretty ring that was displayed in a shop's window. Just wanted to bring a smile to his face but you being mobbed by fans only brought a furious frown.
Jerry was there, you weren't alone. You thought that would be enough protection but clearly you thought wrong and Elvis had to make sure that sunk into your skull.
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“How many times have I told ya?” He growled.
“Didn't wanna listen to me, huh?”
“Don't need me ta keep you safe anymore. Go out there and be taken away by god knows who.” His anger filled eyes piercing through your poor little heart making it tremble.
“Silly damn girl.”
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You know he was trying to make you realise that he's right, he's always right, you were scared when those fans swarmed you.
You didn't know any better.
And now, you're crying, alone in his bedroom.
Pitifully crying on the edge of the huge bed. Hitching and hiccuping hurting your sore throat, your wilting heart pitter patters in your chest. You try your best to wipe away the tears blurring your vision but it's no use, your terrifying thoughts have taken over your brain.
“Baby…”
What if he's leaving you?
“Darlin'.”
What if he doesn't love you anymore? What if he's kicking you out?
“Honey.”
What if he-
“Sweetheart.” Your gaze rushes up to the sound, kneeling in front of you on the floor. Blue eyes that were once filled with daggers now watch you with softness as little whimpers and cries leave your parted lips, the sight of his small smile growing on his face makes you suddenly burst into a waterfall of tears.
Your heart just can't take all of this all at once.
“Oh honey…” His large hands gently reach up to touch your face, prying your hands away to hold them when you try to hide and his thumbs stroke your knuckles, in a gentle, loving way. A way that he knows you love.
“I-I-I’m so s-sorry, E-Elvis. I-I didnt mean- I-” Your words come out muddled, your cracking little voice, not knowing what to do with itself. You’re overwhelmed.
He scolded you but…
“Aw my little angel…” He coos, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as your body jolts with hiccups and sniffles.
…now comforting you.
“C’mere.” Pulling your frame into his strong embrace, Elvis sits himself up on the bed with you, rubbing his hand on the side of your waist and pushing your legs in to wrap around and be pressed against his body as much as possible as you sit in his lap, his other hand goes to hold your head, guiding it to rest on his shoulder.
You grip onto his shirt, hiding the rest of your head with a raised shoulder wanting to be protected from all the bad things of this world, your poor racing heart hammering in your chest as your eyes close, feeling his warmth surround you.
“I should be the one apologising… That wasn’t right fer me to yell at ya, aye?” He says in a low rumble. Pressing his lips to the top of your head as another small hiccup emits. “Ah jus’ got worried. Didn’t want ta see my baby get hurt. I’m sorry.”
“M-Mhm…” You respond quietly, playing with the collar of his low cut shirt you can feel your cheeks warm from him moving a little to get a better look at you. Delicately holding your chin up with his thumb and fingers.
“You’re still my good little girl?” He smiles hopefully, eyes admiring yours lovingly as his other arm tightens around your figure. Wiping the last of your tears with his thumb whilst you nod and take a deep breath.
Giving you a kiss on the forehead followed with a hum and tiny squeeze, he murmurs into your ear, his deep honey voice sending you up into the clouds. “That’s good.”
“Wouldn't know what to do if I didn't have my little princess…She fills my life with love and so much happiness…” He hums.
“She turned my life into pink.” Making you giggle knowing your favourite colour is pink. “There's my baby.”
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When you press me to your heart
I'm in a world apart
A world where roses bloom
And when you speak angels sing from above
Everyday words seem to turn into love songs
Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be
"La vie en rose"
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"Little Precious..."
#elvis presley#elvis fans#elvis#i love him#elvis fandom#70s elvis#elvis imagine#elvis presley x reader#elvis x innocent reader#Spotify
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Shut up, doofus, and just kiss me already
A/N: For someone so chill, Jason is really fun to write fanfics about. (No I don't have a crush on him what are you talking about)
Pairing: Jason Grace x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Reader being possessed, mentions of knocking the bad boy supreme out.
Requested?: Nope!
Jason watched as you squirmed in your bonds, pure golden eyes darting around as the eidolon inside of you searched for an escape.
He felt his heart leap into his throat as you focused on him, narrowing your eyes to slits.
Then you gasped, the gold clearing from your now wide eyes as you sat up straight and stiff.
“J-jason?” Your voice was barely a rasp from all of the screaming and shouting at your friends to get away from you before the eidolon made you hurt them.
When they didn’t back off, the eidolon stuck true to its word, evident by the scraps on Jason’s biceps, and the gash right below his jaw. Frank had had to carry Leo out -though unwillingly, he made sure everyone knew that- for the Latino was knocked out cold.
You winced at the memory, remembering how Jason had to hold back Percy from knocking you out.
“No one is hurting her,” he had stated firmly, though through gritted teeth as he held Percy back by the shoulders. “Not now. Not ever. Not under my watch. Eidolon or no.”
Your eyes had softened, just for a millisecond, but Annabeth had taken the opportunity, crashing the hilt of her dagger into your skull.
You had crumpled to the floor, darkness crowding your vision, eyes flickering back to normal.
“What did I just say?” Jason demanded, crouching in front of you, looking over your shoulder at Annabeth, who only shrugged.
“It seemed like the best option,” Annabeth had tried to defend herself, though rather halfheartedly.
You had reached out, gripping Jason’s hand. “Probably was the best option.” It was true, you did believe that knocking you out was the best thing anyone could do.
Then you had blacked out.
“Hey.” Jason’s voice was gentle and angelic, and you cursed yourself for thinking the latter. “It’s not your fault.”
You opened your mouth to reply, but before you could, your throat seized up and you felt yourself lose control of your body as the eidolon returned. “I don’t know what this halfblood sees in you,” you sneered, and you inwardly curled into a ball, not wanting to hear the rest of what the eidolon would make you say. “Because you’re right. It’s not her fault.” You watched as you narrowed your eyes. “You should have protected her better, and then maybe I wouldn’t be here,” you hissed.
Jason stumbled back like you’d struck him. You wanted to scream, ‘Don’t show your pain. It’ll only make it worse! Where did your poker face go?!’
But you couldn’t. You could only watch as the eidolon inside you chuckled, pleased that he got a reaction out of Jason. “You’ll never be a good enough hero for her. For anyone, actually. She’ll never look to you to protect her. Never trust you, nor give her faith. She’ll never love you.”
Jason opened his mouth, hurt etched clearly on his face, but just then, Piper burst into the room. She gave you a long, concerned look before turning to Jason. “Is she ready?” Your friend asked.
“Yes.” Jason’s voice was heartbreaking to listen to. “Do it now please.”
Piper took a deep breath before starting. She looked you right in your golden eyes. “Eidolon, stop possessing this demigod.”
“N-never.” The once proud eidolon was falling to Piper’s charmspeak.
With renewed confidence, she continued. “You’ll leave and never come back, never possess any other person on this ship, and most importantly, you’ll leave now.”
There was so much force in her words, you felt the eidolon slip out of your mind almost immediately. Your eyes returned to their normal color and you groaned, shutting them almost completely.
When you opened them back up fully, you found Jason kneeling in front of you, clutching your now untied hands. Without a second thought, you threw your arms around his neck and rested your chin on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Jace,” you said, pulling away again.
“Don’t apologize,” he responded, glancing down briefly at your still interlocked hands. “If anyone should be apologizing it’s me. What the eidolon said- he was right-”
You didn’t let him finish, instead leaning up to put your lips on his. He took that as a shut up, doofus, and just kiss me already.
He gladly complied.
#jason grace#jason grace x reader#jason grace x y/n#jason grace pjo#jason grace x you#heroes of olympus#pjo hoo toa#hoo#leo valdez#Percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#oneshots#pjo oneshots#hoo oneshots#eidolon#piper mclean#frank zhang#annabeth chase
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"Atta Girl."
Ellie x reader
Reader gets injured, Ellie gets protective.
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The morning sun peeked through the heavy clouds over Jackson as you pulled on your jacket. Ellie sat on the edge of the bed, her leg bouncing anxiously. Her fingers fiddled with the loose thread on her flannel, and you could feel the tension radiating off her.
“You sure you have to go?” Ellie asked, her voice tight.
You stepped closer and rested your hands on her shoulders. “It’s just a patrol, Ellie. Jesse and I will be fine.”
She scoffed, shaking her head. “Yeah, ‘cause nothing ever goes wrong on patrols.”
You bent down, forcing her to meet your eyes. “I’ll be careful. I promise.”
Her hands gripped your wrists, holding you there for a moment longer. “I hate this. You’re too damn important to me to—” She stopped herself, letting out a frustrated sigh. “Just… don’t do anything stupid, okay?”
You smiled softly, brushing her bangs out of her face. “Stupid? Me? Never.”
Despite herself, she smirked, but the worry never left her eyes. She stood and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “You better come back in one piece.”
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The patrol started off quiet. Jesse was his usual easygoing self, cracking jokes as you both scanned the snowy woods for any signs of trouble.
“Ellie didn’t look too happy about this,” he commented as the two of you dismounted your horses to check a suspicious cabin.
“She worries,” you replied, shrugging. “It’s her thing.”
“Yeah, well, I’d worry too if my girl had to patrol with a guy as handsome as me.”
You rolled your eyes. “Oh, please. She knows you’re more into Dina than you are into this patrol.”
He laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “You got me there.”
But the light mood didn’t last. As you exited the cabin, the sound of crunching snow caught your attention. Before you could fully turn around, a group of four armed strangers emerged from the treeline, surrounding you and Jesse.
“Well, well,” one of them sneered, a wiry man with a scar across his jaw. “What do we have here?”
Jesse’s hand twitched toward his pistol, but the man raised his rifle. “Ah, ah. Wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
They were after you. You could see it in the way their eyes lingered, their leering gazes making your skin crawl. When one of them lunged, Jesse acted fast, shoving you behind him and firing a shot. The bullet found its mark, dropping the man instantly.
Chaos erupted. Another one tackled Jesse while a third grabbed you, his filthy hand clamping around your throat.
“You’re coming with us,” he growled, dragging you back as you struggled. Your vision blurred from lack of air, but adrenaline surged through you. Kicking wildly, you managed to knock him off balance. His grip faltered, and as soon as you hit the ground, you grabbed your knife and drove it into his neck.
Blood sprayed as he collapsed, lifeless, and you gasped for air, your leg burning from a deep gash you hadn’t noticed in the fight. Jesse dispatched the last man and ran to your side, his eyes wide with panic.
“You okay?” he asked, hauling you to your feet.
“Yeah,” you lied, wincing as pain shot through your leg.
“Bullshit.” He glanced at your leg. “You’re bleeding bad.”
“No time,” you said, limping toward your horse. “We have to get back.”
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By the time you and Jesse made it back to Jackson, the sun was setting, and the town was buzzing with activity. People swarmed around you, shouting questions, their worried faces blurring together.
And then Ellie appeared, pushing her way through the crowd. Her eyes locked on you, dark with fury and fear.
“What the hell happened?” she demanded, her voice shaking as she reached for you.
“I’m fine,” you tried to assure her, but your wobbling knees and blood-soaked pant leg said otherwise.
Ellie’s jaw clenched as she threw your arm over her shoulders. “Come on.”
She led you back to your shared home in silence. Once inside, she sat you down on the couch and grabbed the first aid kit. Her movements were quick and precise, but her lips were pressed into a thin line.
“Ellie—” you started.
“Don’t,” she interrupted, her voice low. “Don’t even try to explain right now.”
You watched her clean and stitch your wound, her hands trembling slightly. The air between you was thick with unspoken emotions.
When she finished, you broke the silence. “So, I guess you could say I showed that guy who’s boss.”
Ellie’s head snapped up, her lips twitching despite herself. “Atta girl,” she murmured, her tone softening.
You reached for her hand, pulling her to sit beside you. “Hey,” you said gently. “I’m here. I’m okay. Thanks to Jesse.”
Her eyes filled with tears as she buried her face in your lap. “I was so scared,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “What if you didn’t come back?”
You ran your fingers through her hair, your heart aching at the vulnerability in her voice. “But I did. I’m here.”
Ellie clung to you, her tears soaking into your jeans. You held her close, whispering reassurances until her breathing evened out.
The two of you stayed like that, wrapped in each other, finding comfort in the fact that, for now, you were safe and together.
Too cuteee💕 I take requests!
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I-Isafrin.....kissing. pweese.
sure anonymous... ty for being the 2nd person even to put something in my inbox inbox is still open (and will always be open) so... kicks my legs like a highschool girl
#isat#in stars and time#isabeau isat#isat isabeau#siffrin isat#isat siffrin#doodle#art#my art#nyuarttag#DRAWING THIS.. WEIRDLY GAVE ME A IDEA?? like. idk the concept of isabeau just letting himself just sit there trusting sif with his#whole heart... like.. its okay sif you wont hurt me.. i trust you.. sif... ITS OKAY SIF...!!! DO YOU SEE MY VISION HERE.#HEALING FROM BAD TOUCH!!! I LOVE EXPLORING THEMES OF TRUST AND VULERNABILITY THROUGH THEIR DYNAMIC!! RAGHHH#GRIPS YOU ON TEH SHOULDERS#I FUCKING LOVE ISAFRIN!!!!!!!!!! AGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!#isafrin#almost forgot to tag as isafrin
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WILL FOREVER BE SO MENTALLY ILL OVER HOW THESE SCENES ARE BACK-TO-BACK.
#pmd eos spoilers#dadnoir#YES YES HIS ARC ABOUT LIVING FOR HIMSELF BUT ALSO. ALSO.#(GRIPPING YOU BY YOUR SHOULDERS) LOOK INTO MY EYES. DO YOU SEE THE VISION. DO YOU SEE ITTT#THE GAME. THROWS SO MUCH SUBTEXT WITHOUT REALIZING IT. CAN YOU EVEN BLAME ME.#I want to believe so badly he was thinking about those two. that he kept a semblance of them in his thoughts.#THIS GAME HAS BEWITCHED ME
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Please understand my vision I’m begging
#shitpost but not really#intentionally low quality#so much (for) stardust - fall out boy#persona 5#p5#akechi#ren#akeshu#shuake#February 2nd#2/2#fall out boy#fob#they’re so important to me#gripping your shoulders screaming and crying#do you understand#do you see my vision
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Disclaimer: I havent read the pjo books in ages
I'm thinking about how the fandom did a great job with exploring how Percy's home life was when he was living with Gabe, and I wish to see that level of analysis done with Clarisse. Because I think Clarisse and Percy have a lot more in common then people think. They both had to deal with abusive fathers, and are both under a lot of pressure from their circumstances. They both have an anger, the type that comes from having a shitty dad. The difference in that is that Clarisse chose to express it in a different way then Percy. And like with Percy's home life, I wish the books had explored Clarisse's relationship with Ares more than just a brief scene in the second book to explain why she is an asshole
#pjo series#pjo#clarisse la rue#percy jackson#clarisse pjo#*gripping your shoulders* do you see what im saying? do you see my vision?#there's so much going on that was just never talked about#they were both just scared children at the mercy of someone with so much power over them#that person might as well have been like a god (or really was a god in Clarisse's case)#Clarisse deserves just as much acknowledgement of this as Percy
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The winter is a quiet, menacing killer.
It does not kill them by blade or poison. It settles in their bones. It eats them from inside out. It makes them shake and tremble.
It is quiet.
The day is bright. The Sun is fair in the sky, though her light does not bring warmth. Around, as far as the sight reaches, is a plain, glimmering wasteland, ice and snow shining and sparkling under the rays of Arien like the most beautiful gems.
It is desolate. (It is not. It is deceiving, and treacherous, and deadly.)
The camp is tense.
People are cold, but they do not hide inside their tents, do not light a fire, do not huddle into their bedrolls. Some try to maintain the calm demeanor. They clean their weapons or hum under their nose; but still, their eyes dart over the white desert with a barely covered nervousness, and their hands shake, just barely noticable, and their pupils are blown wide. Soon enough, they fall silent. Soon enough, they clutch their weapon hard, and bite their lips, and stare into nothingness, their breath hard and shaken.
Someone takes a sharp breath, then bites their hand, teeth digging through the leather. The person sitting close to them shifts, and their attention is now on their fellow; their eyes are those of a hawk ready to grab their pray. The rest of the camp tenses.
The Sun plays on the silent icecaps, mocking in their beauty.
It is quiet, so incredibly quiet. They hear every breath, every movement against the snow. All senses are strained to the point of pain. Pupils blown wide, darting towards the wasteland; ears jerking at the slightest sound, slightest movement; body tense and shaking, ready to dart in any given moment, to attack, to protect, to survive.
Breath becomes ragged. Weapons are clutched more frequently, more tightly. Someone jerks in a sudden movement, alerted by a nonexistent (but so real, so real) threat and the person next to them darts to them, clutches their arms around their chest, muffles their startled yelp with their hand. The hearts beat faster, adrenaline rising to the brain and throbbing in the body, unreleased. The person breaths, jerking, eyes staring at the cold blue sky, tears falling from their eyes and freezing on their face. Their companion holds them tighter, staring at the ground, trying no to think, to think, to think.
The world is quiet. The wasteland is empty. The camp is tense, ready for an attack that does not come, that will come any given second. They tremble.
The scales of invisible beasts mingle with snow, glimmer under the sun, shine as the purest diamonds of the Noldor.
Someone trembles and bites their hand. They are crying.
They do not make a noise.
#war of wrath#silmarillion#silm fic#tolkien#tolkien fic#grips your shoulders. do you see my vision. DO YOU SEE MY VISION
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when they start getting closer/touchy but not trusting themselves to fully commit wyll roughhouses w astarion and stari laughs a bit and calls him a brat and wyll laughs along and pretends like it isnt literally the only thing in his mind for the next week and a half
after they start dating wyll is kissing stari’s face and hes griping about how hes too old for wyll to treat him this way and wyll grins and pulls out the sir in a tongue in cheek way and astarion literally has to freeze to reel from how it makes him feel
#do you see. my vision. im throwing up#they are exactly the ‘brat. >:/‘ ‘sir ^_^’ dynamic.#you have to understand *gripping your shoulders and shaking like a tiny dog*#wyst#i thibk im far enough in the tags anyway stari is on easy mode bc wyll stutters and stammers everytime he points out thst#oh the big strong monster slayer wyll bladeoffrontiers ravengard is so Easily taken in by a vampire#and not even a full on vampire wow ahh just a vampire spawn#but also. kill them w kindness . st probably wouldnt hate roleplay involving wl treating him like a virgin HAHA#a safe place to feel yourself recover bits and pieces of urself#he deserves to have someone treat him that way abd wl is like. running into heavy traffic to provide
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Brain worms in the tags
#qsmp#thinking abt a pet sematary style au#where Wilbur is Louis and Tallulah is Gage (or I guess more like Ellie in the 2019 remake)#Philza is basically Jud with a mix of a few other characters and Chaynne is the book version of Ellie (requisite psychic child)#and the plot is Wilbur decides to move to Quesadilla Island with Tallulah to settle down + try to be closer to his estranged dad#when Phil is telling him abt the island he mentions the strange graveyard and a legend abt a demon named Cucurucho#and wil is just like ‘uh huh sure ok’ until Tallulah’s beloved pet turtle Augustín dies#wil reasons that he could pick up literally any turtle and nobody would know the difference#but he feels strangely drawn to see if the graveyard can really bring back the dead#and it works! sure the turtle smells kinda weird and keeps biting people but it’s fine!#and then wil learns why it’s a fucking terrible idea to leave a young child unsupervised on a three story high balcony actually#Phil warns him that sometimes dead is better but he just can’t handle it so it’s ~grave robbing time!~#and the resurrection seems to work at first since Tallulah is living and breathing again#but she’s not the same sweet little petal that went into that grave…#*gripping you by the shoulders* do you see my vision#idk pet sematary is one of my favorite novels I gotta read it again
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gardener wayne
#daisy.txt#grabs you grips your shoulders wayne with a little shovel and some seeds do you see do you seeeee my vision#maybe this will be my first hylicsketchbook page i loveeeee outfitssss#little coveralls
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