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OC in 15
Thanks for the tag @bamber344
Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!
With that in mind, I think Iâm gonna do Julio. Yeah, I like the guy, and heâs one of the characters that has the most dialogue/the most fun dialogue. Letâs see if we can get it to 15 đ¤ And, like a crazy person, let's see if I can get the quotes in chronological order!
"It was supposed to be my mom, going to college and being the first one in our family to go, but then she had me, and, well âhere I am..." -from What Kind of Leader Do You Want to Be, Part 1
"If anyone comes looking for (the kids he rescued), let them try to take them from us!" -from What Kind of Leader Do You Want to Be, Part 2
"Alright, he speaks!...You wanna go, pendejo, letâs go!" -from The Flicker of A Spark
"But you wandered into our territory, and you pissed off my cousin. You gotta answer to that, you know..." -from The Flicker of a Spark
"His name is Khaled, and no, I am not thinking about him, really!â -from Aftermath of a Flicker of a Spark
"(The hitman side hustle) is on a need to know basis, vato. Do you need to know?" -from A Regular Thing?
"Aaaand youâre dead. Great job." -from A Regular Thing?
"âNearlyâ getting me is not getting me. âNearlyâ gets you dead!â -from A Regular Thing?
âSay it like you believe it, and maybe Iâll believe it too." -from Julio's Reverie
âDo you want to tell me what happened, or do you just want to cuddle for a bit?â -from Let Me See (Please)
"Hmm, bad choice, vato, Nobody holds a gun to my head!" -from Unlikely Partnership
"The real question is, what are you willing to do âno, what are you willing to give to see Khaled happy and free, as he should be?â -from Unlikely Partnership
âWhere you going off to, man? You just got here!...Why donât you step out of the vehicle and come on in here?â -from Wrong Turn
"See you in hell." -from Falling Like Snow
"I looked up to someone who later came to disappoint me, too...He didnât get you out of your depression. You put in the work, you studied those long hours, you saw your future and you ran at it with everything you had to get it. You did all that, not him. He was just the spark, if you will, but the rest? That. Was. All. You.â -from Purpose Lost, Then Regained
And yep, thatâs our Julio!
Tagging @generic-whumperz @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees @melpomenelamusa @whumpsoda and whoever else wants a go!
#I am sick so I actually had time to fill this out#wheeee /s#ordering it chronologically was such a headache why did I do that#OC 15#oc tag game
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Mike johnson has so god damn much blood on his hands, obviously Ukrainian blood, but also plenty of American blood
Refusing to renew something that helps vets exposed to atomic blast and Americans who were downwind of the fall out... it's just sick. I can't fucking stand mike johnson, he's one of the worst scum to ever be in congress, and that's fucking saying something
"Johnson refused to allow House members to vote on bipartisan legislation to renew and improve the program"
Fucking quivering little pimple seems to have a real MO for just wringing his hands while insisting it's not his fault, he just can't do the one fucking part of his job of putting shit up to a vote... oh boo hoo, so sad, he'll just have to unilaterally let funding expire on things instead of literally just putting it up to our elected representatives to see if they want to vote yay or nay
Single handedly make the choices but it's not his fault when they work out how they do
Murderer
#I'm sorry; I both genuinely hate the man and will never forgive him; so seeing this just adds more fuel to that fire#and I'm also genuinely pissed to hear that we aren't gonna be bothering to fucking help out people we fucked over#it's fucking sick#listen; I try not to talk politics too much and I try not to tell people how to vote cause it's not really my business#and cause I don't like arguing with people on tumblr; waste of my time#but for all the dems many many many many many fucking flaws; it's shit like this that makes me hate the gop#every last line about sticking up for rural or poor people or whatever is such a fucking lie#god bless our troops... unless it would cost money to compensate them for making them stand near atomic detonations#at every turn I see fucking simple easy decent bipartisan policy shot down but fuckers like johnson; who is the gop at this point#fuck em; can't stand em#go fucking vote if you can in whatever country you're in; try and get a mail in ballot for your sake#I'm still not gonna tell you how to vote but uh... maybe keep in mind when someone's hands are fucking caked in blood#and keep in mind what kind of company people keep in their political party#fucking murder#cause inaction is murder as sure as if he stood their and kept them from getting treatment directly#removing the funding to let these people get cancers and stuff operated on#it's the same as murder#and again; that's not even going back to him personally; like literally it was just him and him alone#holding up aid to Ukraine for months because he refused to put it to the floor#where... oh look... once it was put to the floor it passed just fine (with a fucking tiktok ban added)#(hate that site but I hate government overreach with this kinda shit more)#one of the few people in this world I think I actually truly hate#I'm never gonna fucking stomach the 'he was so brave for holding a vote' shit lie#bullshit; if he had a spine or a soul he would have brought Ukraine aid to the floor before funding ran out#just like if he had a spine or a soul he'd have brought this radiation victim funding to the floor before it ran out#almost like there's a fucking pattern here of him squirming like a pus filled pimple simpering about how he just can't do his job#can't do the one fucking thing he's supposed to do and bring shit to the floor for a vote#I have more opinions on him; but if I said how I really feel right now I think it would get me put on a list#and... sadly just cause of who I am; if I were in a room alone with him I think I'd just lay into him instead of beating his ass#but he's a fucking monster and reading this story just now... I'm almost seeing red with how much it's pissing me off
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currently thinking about plug!geto beating your pussy up after a hotboxâŚ.
âoh suguruuu,â your eyes rolled back in pleasure, freshly manicured nails (paid for by yours truly) digging into his biceps as he fucked you like he hated your guts. he had your seat reclined back, knees pushed to your ears as he gave the you meanest strokes known to man.
you peered at him through your lashes, mewling when you saw he was already staring back down at you. his eyes were low n red, the tiniest smirk on his face bc he knew as long as he had you like this you couldnât run from him. sure it was cramped as hell but shit he wasnât complainingâespecially with the way your pussy was gripping his dick.
âyou lookâs-shit! look so pretty like this y/n. pussy feels so fuckinâ good. . . so fuckinâ soft. am i making you feel good y/n? speak up,â he got no response in return, your attention solely focused on his the view of his dick pounding into you. the sight was very erotic. . . one could even say it was pretty. you were broken out of your thoughts by a quick slap to the face, followed by geto gripping your jaw, squishing your cheeks together.
âi said am *thrust* i *thrust* making *thrust* you fucking feel *really hard thrust* good?â you nodded frantically, tears now filling your lash line because baby he was fucking you that good. âyesâyes sugu youâre making me feel so good thank you,â you sniffled, making the sick man laugh.
âyouâre so cute,â he hummed, pressing his lips to your forehead before pulling his dick nearly all the way out just to slam back inside you. he stayed in place, now choosing to grind his hips into you, his hard stomach rubbing against your clit in a way that had you seeing stars. your hands slapped against his chest, whining something along the lines of him being to deepâbut right now in this moment?? there was no such thing as too deep.
in fact he recalled you telling him not too long ago you wanted to feel him in your tummy again, so he was actually doing you a favor if you think about itâbut who am i kidding your not doing anyyyy thinking right now.
âmâgonna cum sugu c-can youâfuckkk-uh!â suguru was already one step ahead of you, the rough pads of his ring and middle fingers now rubbing vicious circles on your clit. your body tensed, thighs shaking as you came on his dick for what felt like the umpteenth time. geto fucked you through your orgasm, his own trailing behind as he came in you with one last stroke.
*sighs dreamily* hotboxes with geto were always the best
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#this has been sitting in my drafts forever#i just wanted to get it out but i hope yall enjoy it regardless !#geto smut#geto suguru smut#geto x black reader#geto x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader
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Random tmi rant in the hash of tags bc Iâm sad ab it
#I had to stop taking birth control today and I just got kind of sad when I turned off my alarm for the last time LMAO#I take the medication bc I have excruciating pain on my periods#but I am also deathly afraid and uncomfortable with Pap smears so since I wonât go in to get one they blocked my script so I canât get-#-the rest of my years worth#so I have about 7 filled prescriptions of birth control that they just wonât let me have because I wonât come in for an appointment#and I guess on some level that makes sense bc like obviously youâre giving me a drug and if Iâm not coming in to see you you canât just-#-keep giving it to me#but on the other hand if you wouldnât force me to get a Pap smear I would gladly come in and do every other part of the process to be able-#-to keep taking it#the entire reason I started taking it was bc the pain of my periods was making me pass out#and im not excited to go back to that#but the fact that that is more appealing to me than a Pap smear should say a lot about Pap smears and how the process needs to be changed#also donât be coming up in here trying to convince me to go get a Pap smear#I have heard it all and im sick of hearing it#none of it changes my mind#it just makes me upset that people are trying to disregard my genuine issue with them#saying shit like âitâs not that badâ is actually so shitty LMAO#like⌠TO YOU. TO YOU itâs ânot that badâ#to me it is throw up sobbing shaking crying#idk if they would like fucking put me under Iâd go get one#but you will not catch me getting a Pap smear awake#my ass doesnât even put in tampons#now thatâs the REAL tmi#anyways if you got from the end Iâm using that men in black pen to erase all memories of you reading this
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I have almost no energy to move or to think. My eyes hurt. My head hurts. Iâm constantly on the verge of puking. The room is spinning. Normally bouncing off the walls with the desire to exercise, try new things, and socialize, all I want to do is sit silently in the dark. I am incapacitated, in an inescapable way, by the demands of full-time work. I had forgotten for a while that I am so profoundly disabled, because I have been able to build a life around my natural rhythms and my inarguable sensitivities. But for just one week, Iâve been thrust back into approximating something of a ânormalâ working life, and I canât handle it. Not even remotely. If I were to live by this schedule all of the time, if necessity forced me to work an actual full-time job with real, in-person, full-time hours, I would have zero energy for meal preparation, physical fitness, social outings, on-the-ground activism, or any of the random adventures that make life so worthwhile. In my schedule Iâd scarcely find the time for doctorâs visits, tooth cleanings, trips to the DMV, birthday parties, conferences, runs to the post office, or any of the other small journeys that make it possible for supposedly âindependentâ adult life to run. My health, my relationships, my community, and my grounding in reality would dramatically collapse.
Working full-time is a sickness. And not just for especially sensitive people like me. The friends I know with full-time jobs are tired nearly all the time, and have had to give up on so many of their passions and fulfilling pursuits. Over the years some full-time workers I know have become a bit dull-eyed and distant, no passion in their voice, a ghost of their younger selves. They assume it is because they are growing âold,â but Iâm older than many of them, and many people older than me are similarly able to bounce off the walls. We have energy if we get enough sleep, if we eat robustly and eagerly, and if life is filled with shared wanderings that we can look forward to. We need repetition, and comfort, and rest, but also ample space to dream, and the power to bring some of those dreams into reality. So many people under capitalism lack all of those things. Their jobs are a chronic illness they must cradle, manage, and make endless sacrifices for every single day. There is so much they canât do. They donât go on dates with their spouses because theyâre falling asleep at 8pm. Theyâre behind on doctorâs appointments and havenât visited their siblings for years. Theyâre too weak and weary to travel, to volunteer, to meet anybody new. All they have it in them to do at the end of the day is collapse in front of something familiar on the TV. And it is so normal that nobody even considers it a sickness.
The full essay is free to read or have narrated to you at drdevonprice.substack.com.
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Imagine you get cheated on...BUT- the cheater turns kinda...yandere?
It felt like an awful nightmare. Bile rising in your throat as you looked at your lover - the person who you loved through their highest and their lowest, the person who you invested blood sweat and tears into, the person you promised yourself to - undoubtedly pressing their lips to another person's. It took a hot minute before you tried to step back, only for you to bump into the doorway, causing a loud thump. The two looked at you, one with horror, the other with confusion. It took you no time to turn around and make a run for it. A hiccup making its way out of your throat as you felt a sob start to shake through your body.
It's been afew months, well. More then few months since that incident, and safe to say you have been doing...fine. not great, but fine. You've decided to collect your things while your lover was away from the house, your friends and family helping you out as you found a new place to live. It was bare bones, considering you didn't take the shared couch, or tv, dressers, not even bed. But it was yours, and you've been getting by. You'd like to think you've gotten stronger.
That was until odd things started happening around your apartment. Things were being moved, shit you know you wouldn't misplace. Your clothes were going missing, much to your dismay. You barely had any, so to lose even one shirt was frustrating. Then roses started appearing in vases in your home. Seeing as actual items were showing up you decided to call the police, and when it seemed that the window to your bedroom was broken, seemingly from an outside force, they told you to invest in better security as they kept a look out.
Which is why you were going to the store so late at night, I mean, what could go wrong?
bad decision, you later decided as you looked at the scene infront of you. Your throat tight, bile rising, just like that night, the night you lost your true love. In front of you was your lover - now ex - looming disheveled, gasping for air as their voice broke, a small, unnerving, almost crazed look, crossing their features.
"My love, my everything, oh please-"
"Dont."
Your lip trembles as you step back, your look of surprise quickly turning into that of anger. They had no right to call out to you with such fondness, not after what they put you through. The pain and suffering, all due to the person who swore to love you.
A look of hurt crossed their face at the sight of you backing away from them, as if you kicked a puppy. The idea sickened you. Quick to try and close the space once more as they struggled to walk straight they would stumble forward. Their voice trembling as they fell to their knees, a whimper coming from them as they scrambled to grab at your sweatpants.
"Please - my love I beg of you, I know what i did was sin, I know - I've never been more sick in the mind then i was that night, oh I was so stupid, thinking I could ever so much as THINK of another woman! Even more so after wards, how could I think I could ever live without you??? You! Oh precious you, the sun only shines when you are near. Those next few weeks were torture my dear, I've never wanted anything more then to RIP MY SKIN OFF WHEN I REALIZED MY MISDEEDS."
Their insane rambling continued as you tried to shove them off, tears starting to stream down their gaunt cheeks. Had they been eating? You wondered as you tried to get them off you.
"I'm...i'm better now though! I've never been thinking clearer, I came to a realization life isn't worth living without you! But by then- you...- you had already left, I tore through that house to try and find you but you had already been far gone. I asked your family, your friends - but all of them simply turned me away, your LOVER - isn't that what I am? I am, aren't i?? They should've...they-"
You couldn't listen to this anymore. A disgusted feeling filling your gut. What did you ever see in them?? You quickly shoved them away, a small gasp coming from them as you stepped away, your ex lover falling backwards onto the sidewalk. A look so firey resting on your face it could rival the heat from the depths of hell.
"You lost that right. You lost it the moment you took that person into your arms, the moment you brought them into our home, the moment you pressed your lips against theirs."
They seemed dumbfounded, sobs starting to wash over their body as they tried to sputter out apologies. But you had none of it.
"Did you get a kick out of it? Seeing me suffer? Seeing me jealous as you placed your hands on that person's? Your lips on them? When i left did you just go right back to kissing on them? Fucking them??"
You spat at them, your ex lover crying their heart out as they struggle to breathe. Whether it be from guilt or heartbreak, you weren't sure. They shook their head as they continued to cry, trying once again to reach out to you, to hold onto you for that comfort you once so readily gave them. But you stepped back, putting space between you once more. A scoff coming from you as you did so
"Baby please don't do this to me, please please please-"
Their voice wavered heavily. Some part of you, the part buried deep down in your heart, ached at the sight of them so broken down. They looked ill, both mentally and physically. But what done was done. You quickly turned on your heels as you made your way home. Your ex lovers cries filling the street as he urged you to come back, to not leave him. To not abandon him.
Maybe some sick part of you felt good that you left them a blubbering mess, after all. They rept what they sown, did they not?
Little did you know, oh how blissfully unaware you were. They were gonna get you back, one way or another. They will have you back in their arms, with all those roses they left in your apartment in pretty vases all over your newly bought home in the woods, far from everyone.
They will have you be their's again.
that corpse that once used to be their side piece left rotting under the concrete of their basement proves it.
#yandere imagines#yandere scenarios#yandere#yandere x reader#yancore#yan x reader#yandere oc#oc yandere#yandere insert#yandere x you#yandere x y/n#yandere x darling#yandere fic#yandere blurb#yandere angst#x reader#angst scenario#angst imagine#gender neutral y/n#gender neutral reader
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Today my period actually got me because I can call in sick after 2 weeks of hell and also rescheduling bullshit and a future week of some grade A bs I call ~overtime
Aka I am gone a 6hour drive away to a whole other city for studying (mandatory) for the week and have to drive the same 6hours back (only half the time counts as worktime because I dont have a car I drive via bus&train) USUALLY thatâd overall equal to 39 hours aka a normal workweek Alas my boss scheduled me for the saturday afterwards, starting the early shift as well, because he canât schedule I guess It seems itâs more important that the people who are scheduled to have their saturday off have that and woops we just canât shift that around or ask for extra help no please come in early when youâre home EARLIEST if ALL GOES WELL ON PUBLIC TRANSPORT(lol)at 10pm
Like...okay....sure.....yeah for me itâs possible to get 8hours of sleep in if I just crashland onto my bed but not for my coworker who also takes the same trip and class or whatever as me who is ALSO scheduled early
yes i am quite a bit annoyed at that and I wonât take anything except 2 days in a row off because thatâs what has been taken from me that week because fuck.you
anyhow i will no eat painkillers like candy and also eat actual candy and just burritto myself in bed for the next couple hours and also eat toast because i do not need nausea getting out of hand again
#txts#me: urgh i dont wanna deal w/ a long saturday after all this hell and then more bs is up and coming?#my period arriving a week early: i gotchu#thanks girl even though every time you come unannounced/unplanned i fear for my appendic and intenstines#i had the feeling(tm) yesterday and even in the early morning hours(2hours before i usually even wake up help) it felt period-y#but still...it has been over a year since it arrived early#but it also hasnt been this stressful and sick-filled for that long in a while#so i guess it saw me mentally preparing for 1 calmer day(which only got shot down yesterday by making it a longer day)#and took its chance to bleed out in peace#which i normally hate but otherwise i'd have had to deal w/ that on the other end of the country so...yeah i'll take this#very much so actually bc bed+meds is a nice combo#i get to feel all sleepy and soft and pain free#instead of stressed depressed cold and still crampy if it rly wants to be a dick#a win for me#a loss for the saturday crew which guys i love you(none know i exist on the internet this is a mental direct)#but also....i am not doing this to myself#i am taking this day and turning it into a spa day because i deserve it#only people are at work today who've had sick leave either the rest of this week or the whole week before that#like i've said: it's all hell atm#i still have cold symptomps ala more closed nose#but i am doing the best here which is a low bar i feel
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firsts
synopsis â sakusa and you have never had a conversation, and honestly youâre terrified of the man. but one conversation turns out to be many more of your firsts with sakusa.
warnings â reader is scared of men LMFAO, not really any
pairing â sakusa x implied fem!reader
wordcount â 710
a/n â happy birthday to himm! also my first hq post in a while OOPS also not proofread sorry!
Youâve never really talked to Sakusa.
You had been the manager of the volleyball team since your first yearâand you had known him since then, but for some reason, you havenât talked to him unless itâs volleyball related.
In factâyou donât think youâve ever had a conversation with him. But there's a first for everything, right?
Itachiyama has made it to nationals (not like itâs a surprise), and everyone has just arrived. The room continues to fill with people you donât know, so you decide itâs best to stick with your team so you donât get lost.
Well apparently that was a horrible idea to everyone else. Because youâve lost everyone but Sakusa.Â
And youâre terrified. Surrounded in a room full of men you donât know sounded like your worst nightmare, and you were living it currently.
Frantically scanning the room for anyone thatâs not Sakusa, you somehow canât spot any of the familiar bright yellow and green jackets your team is wearing.
Everyone knows that Sakusa doesnât like to be bothered. But when you make eye contact with him, you change your expression to a way where he understands youâre pleading for help.
And he nods once.
Your mouth breaks out into a smile, and you shimmy your way to the crowd. Letting out a sigh of reliefâyou lean on the wall for support, muttering a small thank you to Sakusa.Â
You donât expect him to say anything back, but you can hear his muffled voice say, âYou okay?â
Tilting your head slightly up to make eye contact with him, you smile as you say, âYeahâIâm fine. Are you nervous?â
Youâre not sure why you ask the question, he probably doesnât want to be bothered. I meanâyou were still kind of shocked that he let you even be near him.
âNot really. Are you?â
Youâre even more shocked when he continues the conversation. Youâd expect heâd be the most rude person if he didnât want to talk. âI-uhm I am a little bit. But weâre exempt from playing today right?â
Yeahâthis definitely is the first and last conversation youâll ever have with him.
He nods.
Then itâs silent.
Surprisingly, the silence isn't the most awkward thing youâve experienced. It feels as if youâre just two people co-existing.
You watch as everyone excitedly hugs each other or glares at their next opponent. One person even tries to rile up the other, eliciting a small chuckle from you.
From the corner of your eye you can tell heâs curious, but he hasnât said anything yet. This time, you take initiative to point at the players, also describing the jacket colors.
And you swear you can hear him laugh.
Not a fullâhearty laugh obviously, but a small chuckle. A quiet one that you donât even notice. But itâs definitely the first time youâve heard him do anything resembling a laugh.
âYou laughed.â You blurt out, before you even realize.Â
He furrows his brows, âI did.â
Your eyes widen, âSorryâoh my gosh, itâs just the first time Iâve heard your laugh before, Sakusa-san. I swear I didnât mean it like thatâyou just have a nice laughââ
And now heâs actually laughingâlike not even hard to hear.
Heâs laughing, heâs hunched over, shaking and clutching his stomach. You donât think youâve ever felt more mortified in your life.
âIt wasnât that funny was it?â You ask, a frown on your face.
Sakusa catches his breath, âFunnier than any of the jokes Komori tries to make.â
âThere wasnât even a joke! And I happen to like the jokes he makes!â
âOnly if youâre sick in the head.â
You scoff at his remark, âWow, Sakusa-san, youâre very hard to please.â
âKiyoomi.â
âAnother complaint?â You tease, trying to play dumb at what heâs trying to imply.Â
âCall me Kiyoomi.â
You can feel heat rush to your cheeks, you tuck your hair back behind your ear and mutter, âOkay, Kiyoomi.â
And even though heâs wearing a white mask, you swear you can see his eyes crinkle and you can assume the corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly.Â
Youâve had many firsts with Sakusa today. This is the first time youâve seen him smileâjust maybe next time heâll do it while his face is fully shown.
yenqa Š please do not copy, steal or translate.
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đđđđ đđđ ęĽ FRANCO COLAPINTO
summary. a quick pitstop before your brotherâs big wedding turns into stolen glances with the new rookie
warnings. my second attempt at an smau with a bit of dialogue! duplantis!reader
gabri speaks. i saw mondo was at the grind prix this weekend and got to work.
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mondo_duplantis quick pitstop before wedding planning đď¸
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THE BLAZING HOT sun of Austin had you and DesirĂŠ finding shade in the Williams garage. The two of you had gone to the bathroom only to get lost on your way back to your brother. Too tired to find your way back youâd sent your location to come find you. DesirĂŠ didnât take long to start a conversation with the people inside the garage.
âYour boyfriend was the one in the olympics with the pole vault? He was sick!â A brunette with a thick accent tells your future sister-in-law.
âFiancĂŠâ You correct.
âOh! Congratulations!â He yells excitedly bringing a smile out of both of you.
Your brother doesnât take longer than ten minutes to find the two of you but in that short time youâve become intrigued with the brunette. You learn heâs from Argentina, that itâs also his first time in Austin, and that he says everything that comes to mind. You also managed to steal a couple of glances here and there admiring the curls on the top of his head. Mondo thanks him for keeping the two of you company.
âOh, um some of the drivers are hanging out later at a bar. You guys should come?â Franco asks.
âOh, yes! Weâll be there!â DesirĂŠ yells before your brother can say anything.
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THE LOUD REVING of the cars filled the air as you walked around the paddock. Your paddock pass clinked with each step you took. Eventually you found the blue and white garage without getting lost this time. It was chaotic to say the least. Engineers yelling, managers shouting in every direction, and the drivers were pacing around. That is until Franco spotted you from across the garage and offered you the same smile he did when he met you yesterday.
âGot lost again?â He smiles cheekily at you.
âYour team actually invited me today.â You confess.
The both of you covered your eyes as the sunlight opaqued your eyes. His cheeks changed a light hue of red as he explained to you how qualifying worked and how grateful he was to even be here. You canât help the smile that takes over your face as he tells you about the call he received a couple of months ago telling him he would be an F1 Driver. The two of you converse freely for a while before you notice the camera man pointing in your direction.
âDo they always just record you like that. Itâs creepy.â You turn away from the camera as you speak.
âYes.â He laughs. âBut you get used to it.â
The two of you pause your conversation hoping the camera man moves on to the next garage but he stays. This type of situation always happens to your brother but not you. Franco seems to notice the shift in your behavior. He leans down next to you continuing your conversation.
âAre you free later?â He covers his mouth with his hand as he talks into your ear.
âMaybe, why?â You eye him up and down catching a glimpse of his smile.
âI found this restaurant and wanted to go check it out. Would be nice if I didnât have to go by myself.â Your cheeks heat up at his invitation.
âFranco stop flirting! You need to get in the car!â
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hi hi! I have an idea :3 yandere heeseung baby trapping y/n even though that was her plan the whole time bc sheâs also a yandere for him:3
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baby trapping: lee heeseung
pairing: heeseung x afab!reader word count: 1.5k
Heeseung always loved the thought of baby trapping you. Heâs got a bad enough breeding kink as it is, but just the thought of getting you pregnant and making you stuck with him? His yandere ass could cum on the spot just thinking about it. His whole body getting tingly and his heart pumping faster and faster.Â
Day by day Heeseung slowly inched closer and closer to actually baby trapping you. Mostly when heâs buried deep inside your cunt, cock pressing against your cervix as his cum fills you completely.Â
Itâs not even just making you become stuck with him, he wouldnât mind having a baby with you. To share the responsibility of caring for the life you both created together, to raise that precious life that was a mixture of the two of you. It would be the happiest heâs ever been.Â
Those thoughts alone pushed Heeseung into action. Gathering up all the condoms and Plan Bs around the apartment and tossing them out one by one slowly without your knowledge. Not wanting to make it too obvious what his plans were. Heeseung already knew you wouldnât bat too much of an eye at the condoms disappearing, you two barely used them anyway. And for the Plan Bs? Was just what it was used for, as a backup plan in case you accidentally skipped one of your birth control pills or got sick and had to stop taking them because of your medication. The Plan Bs would be a bit harder to toss out, but again with your birth control, you wouldnât take much notice.Â
It was birth control that was the real problem. How would Heeseung wing you off it? Itâs something you take every day at seven am on the dot. Itâs not like he can dig into your bathroom bag you keep under the sink and just throw them down the sink or toilet or the trash.Â
Except, maybe he could.Â
Heeseung walks into the bathroom, not to snoop around for your birth control, but to take a hot shower after his long day of work. Wanting to let the steamy water rush down his body in relaxation before sitting in front of his PC and playing video games the rest of the night with his friends.Â
It wasnât until after his shower that he noticed it.Â
He stood in front of the sink, taking the towel that was wrapped around his lower half and bringing it to his head to shake all the water out of his hair, as he lowered the towel back down when he noticed the small pink plastic case, just sitting in the corner of the sink.Â
Heeseung reached for it, picked it up, and slowly looked inside it, his gut being right that this was indeed the case you kept your birth control in.Â
How could he have gotten so lucky? You left it on the sink by mistake from rushing to work this morning. It was too perfect. It was like the universe was telling Heeseung to baby trap you. To make you stuck with him forever.Â
His plan was now fully in motion as he dumped out the contents of the pink case, making sure every last pill was gone and then tossing the case the next chance he got without you knowing.Â
The next morning Heeseung woke to hearing you scrambling around the bathroom cabinet under the sink. He had to keep his smile hidden as he asked what on earth you possibly could be tearing apart the bathroom for.Â
âI canât find my birth control pills, Seungie have you seen them? I left them right here on top of the sink.âÂ
With the poker face of a god, he shrugs, âNo, I havenât seen them, baby, Iâm sorry.âÂ
Except I watched them get washed away down the sink so the next time I fill your cunt with my cum youâll be pregnant with my child.Â
Heeseung knew he had to be smart now, knowing youâll be more careful during sex, wanting to be on top so the moment Heeseung is about to unload his seed you could jump off.Â
But heâs been thinking about this plan for months, heâs ran the numbers over and over again. Calculated each scenario to a perfect point. His plan was already working in his favor, no reason for it to not work now.Â
So Heeseung gaslit you into thinking there were more Plan Bs pills somewhere in the apartment, begging on his knees to let him fuck you as he ran his hands up and down your thighs slowly, feeling the goosebumps on your skin and watching how you breath hitched at his touch. He was already winning.Â
Heeseung knew how to work your body, how to touch you in all the right places to get you into your back, hands pinned above your head as he fucked into rough and fast, hitting your G-Spot with such ease as his name was rolling off your tongue over and over.Â
All he had to do was keep your arms above your head and pressed into the sheets, keep whispering the lying promise that a Plan B is waiting for you as he also praised how good youâre taking his cock, how much of his sweet good girl you were.Â
Heâd made you cum twice now, and his climax was approaching fast. This was it, the moment heâs only dreamed of was finally about to happen. The only hard part after this would be gaslighting you into staying at the apartment with him the rest of the weekend to make sure you donât slip out and buy any Plan B once you figure out he lied to you.Â
âGoing to breed the fucking hell out of this pussy,â he moans into your ear, licking at the shell of your ear and feeling you shudder underneath him, his cock twitching, knowing he had a good few thrusts left before heâs spilling into you, âGoing to fill you so full of my cum, going to breed you, make me a daddy baby.âÂ
Heeseung lifted himself up, getting one last look at your face and your fucked out expression. He furrowed his brows, feeling himself about to burst, snapping his hips back against your skin, then pushing back out. Was fixing to slide in a final time when he noticed a change.Â
His eyes widened in surprise as your facial expression changed, your lips curled into a smirk as you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed him back deeply inside you, whispering, âGet me pregnant,â with such seduction in your voice. Your grip on his waist was strong enough that he couldnât wiggle out of it even if he wanted to, and just accepted his fate as his warm cum filled you to the brim, bucking his hips further into you as much as he could with the help of your legs squeezing around him.Â
Little did he know, you too had a plan of your own.Â
Youâve secretly been as much of a yandere as your boyfriend, wanting to baby trap him into being stuck with you for the rest of your life. Plotting out ways to get him to spill his cum deep inside you without any sort of protection or backup plan. But Heeseung honestly made it easier for you.Â
You went to throw away the condoms and Plan Bs, but already saw they were missing. You had suspicions, but didnât know if maybe Heeseung misplaced them after they were used last. But you also knew there was no way that was possible.Â
To test if you were correct, you purposely stopped taking your birth control a couple of days beforehand and purposely left the little pink case on top of the sink counter before leaving for work, not being surprised one bit when you returned home to see the case was missing.Â
Your plan was just as much in motion as Heeseungâs. And there was no point in telling him that you two had the same plan, no no, that would take away the fun. So you played dumb. Acting as if you didnât know he tossed out every protection product in the apartment. Let him âgaslightâ you on his false promises. In the end, you were the one who gaslit him into thinking he was gaslighting and manipulating you in bed when the tables were oh-so flipped.Â
It wasnât until after Heeseung came down from his high but still fucked into you slowly making sure you milked him dry of every last drop he had, that he realized your plan all along.Â
Right when he thought he played the game well, he was the one who got played.Â
Oh, but it turned him on so badly knowing you wanted to baby trap him too.Â
Heeseung just smirks down at you, âYa? You wanna baby trap me? Going to cum in this cunt every single day until youâre pregnant.âÂ
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â maybe the actual remedy is his smile.
w.count â 1.2k genre â fluff warnings â reader is sick :(, mild cussing, kissing, cute pet names (baby, love, princess) and generally very much in love it makes me sick >:( heh a.n â based on this request! kinda speeding through this (immediately worked on this after i posted the last fic), but i am in need of just pure fluff so here we are, a few hours later. heh⥠â see masterlist
being sick felt like shit.
growing up, youâve always been the kid with perfect attendance. be it in school or throughout uni, youâve always made the effort to attend every single one of your classesâand one of the reasons was all because you rarely ever got sick. maybe itâs because of your parentsâ good genes, or likely due to how your mom made sure you always took your daily vitamins, but youâre always known as one the healthiest kids in the class.
that record, however, ended after you graduated a few years back.
youâd like to blame it the shift of environmentâyou know, given that you literally flew thousands of miles away to chase your lifelong dream, but considering you also moved states away from home for uni⌠that likely wasnât the case.
âhey there, sleepyhead.â
a soft groan rolled off your lips when you felt your bed dip to your boyfriendâs weight, his fingers gently ran through your surely messy hair. your attempt to crack a peek at chris wasnât quite a success, considering how even the slightest bleeding light from the gap behind your curtain was quick to trigger the soft throb in your head to return, fetching another set of low whimpers out of you.
âitâs okay, baby. iâm here. howâs your headache?â he hummed; pads of his fingers now gently pressed against the base of your head as he attempted to relief any pain that might still linger.
chris, your angel of a boyfriend, had been taking care of you since your condition started to decline the day prior. despite your stubbornness about still going to work (which didnât end well, considering you were sent home by lunch anyway), chris didnât even peep a word and readily picked you up from work, all geared up with your favorite porridge and cold medicine he picked up on the way.
âitâs fine as long as i donât open my eyes,â you meekly answered, voice still noticeably very different from your usual cheery ones. âwhich reminds me, we do need a black out curtain, hun.â
his chuckle filled the rather quiet bedroom, involuntarily tugging the corner of your pale lips into a smile. âweâll get them after youâre all better, baby,â he assured, hand that rested on the back of your neck now pressed against your forehead, âfeverâs pretty much gone. think you could sit up for a bit? gotta fill your tummy with food before the meds, love.â
you know heâs rightâyou do need to eat, but with the way youâre currently feeling, protesting at any request to shift your body was the only available option.
âcan i just eat later?â you pursed your lips, attempting to appeal your plea with a dash of cuteness you knew chris have a hard time standing his ground against. âmaybe sleeping more will helpâŚâ
ânuh uh, no can do, princess,â chris gently tapped his finger on the tip of your nose, âyou need the meds. the food too, but most importantly your meds. i donât want your suffering to prolong just because you didnât get your meds on time,â he reasoned, pads of his fingers now gently massaging the top of your head and in turn made you sigh in relief. chris always knew what to do whenever you complained about a headache, and youâre grateful for that.
âfiiine,â you exaggerated, reaching out your arms as a signal for chris to help you up. even with your eyes closed, you knew he had that proud grin etched on his lips when he gently pulled you to sit straight. you winced at the ache, but voiced no complaint as chris planted a light kiss on your scrunched forehead.
âa sec, okay? iâll bring the radish soup for you,â chris left another kiss on the top of your head, grinning at how excitedly you reacted to the kind of food he had prepared before you heard his disappearing footsteps.
you forced a peek around the room, noticing the dim lighting as chris kept the curtains closed for your comfort. after a quick scan of your and chrisâ bedroom, one youâve been spending a little too much time in for the past couple of days, your line of sight then rested upon your locked phone. a single tap on the screen, and the action easily made your brows furrow.
âbabeââ
âchris, itâs 10am on a thursday,â you pointed out as soon as you heard his voice from just beyond the slightly ajar door, âdidnât you say things has been hectic lately?â
âwell, yeah,â he shrugged, careful footsteps finally returned to your side, followed by the dip on your bed, âbut youâre sick. getting you back to health is a lot more important to me than anything else.â
âchristopher,â you groaned, pursing your lips in protest, âi told you to not do things like this! youâre important, what you do is important. you canât let me stop you from doing all that!â
âbut iâm not letting you,â he replied nonchalantly, blowing on the spoonful of soup and rice before he feeds you. âit is my decision. i want to take care of you, and nothing is more important for me than you. as simple as that.â
âbutââ
âno more discussion on that matter, baby,â chris warned you, stern gaze immediately shutting off any complaints about to leave your tongue. âitâs on me. youâre my girlfriend, and to take care of you is what i need to do, because i love you and i want all the best for you. okay?â
maybe itâs the fever returning, but you could feel your cheeks warming up.
ââŚfine.â
with his lips blooming into a content smile, his hand returned to the steady flow of bowl-cooling off-feeding you. heâs happy, and itâs apparent through the way his gaze lingers on you every time you take another bite, slowly finishing the bowl of food in his hand.
maybe itâs your head fooling you with some kind of placebo effect, but you do feel betterâsimply by watching the tenderness in his face every time he looks at you.
âall done,â he cheerily announced after you took your last bite, gently wiping the corners of your lips with the pad of his thumb. âbe back with the meds, okay? just a sec.â
his movements immediately ceased when he felt a tug on the t-shirt heâs wearing, eyes immediately returning to you in worry. âyes, love?â
you quietly looked at him, suddenly feeling a little shyâbut why would you be?
ââŚyou.â
âhuh?â chris blinked, head involuntarily tilted to one side in confusion. âwhat was that, love?â
oh god.
âi really wanna kiss you,â you reiterated, lips slightly pursed in embarrassment, âbut i donât want you to catch the cold. but likeâyouâre just so adorable. why are you like this? iâmâ"
any thoughts you had immediately vaporized as soon as you felt chrisâ soft lips on yoursâsmile apparent against your lips. his warm hand gently cradled your cheek, and despite it being short, chris successfully left you feeling dazed.
ââŚwait,â you eventually blinked, face burning in embarrassment when you realized the cheeky grin heâs sporting just inches away from your face. âchristopher! youâre gonna get sick!â
âwell, what do you expect me to do?â chris shrugged as he walked backwards, away from you,
âmy girlfriend said she wanted to kiss meâhow could i say no to that?â
âgoshâchristopher!â
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prompt~ zayne angst -> fluff. requested by @cutefoxybubble !
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âIâm so fucking sick of this.â Your voice was steady, but not stable. Steady like a coke bottle if you donât shake it.
âYouâve been aware of the constraints of my job since we began dating. I donât see why you take issue with them now.â
âItâs not your job that I have a problem with. Itâs you taking extra shifts, always saying yes, working beyond what you get paid to do-,â
âMy work doesnât involve you. I leave you to hunt peacefully, despite my concerns with your profession,â Zayne cut you off. His tone was clinically calm and even.
âIt does involve me, actually. I am by no means an overly attached or codependent partner, but I absolutely deserve some reciprocity in this relationship.â
âYou donât feel I reciprocate?
âSometimes. I know you love me, but I canât just keep telling myself that and leave it be. I need to be able to spend time with you. I canât deal with this.â
He drew his lips into a line. âI find that hurtful.â
âHow? How is that hurtful?â
âDespite everything, you feel I donât try.â
âI never said you donât try. I just mean my emotional needs arenât satisfied right now.â
âI donât satisfy you.â
âStop changing what Iâm saying!â
âI repeated what you said almost verbatim, just a more succinct version,â he said with that infuriatingly even tone.
âCan you stop being a smart ass for one second and just talk to me?â
âIâm trying to communicate as effectively as possible. Youâre the one that has an issue with me.â
âThere wouldnât be an issue if youâd just work more reasonable hours.â
âIâm a medical professional. Unreasonable hours are part of the job.â
âYou know what? I donât want to have this discussion with you right now.â You turned to walk to the bedroom.
âYou canât just run away from every conflict,â Zayne called after you.
You turned back. âYou mean like how you run away from your feelings?â
His jaw tightened.
You walked into your bedroom.
***
You slept peacefully despite the argument, though your dreams were filled with little Zaynes with high pitched voices saying big words.
In the morning, you stuck to your usual routine of pretending to be asleep while Zayne slipped out of bed and got ready. You could hear the shower running, the toilet flushing, and the rustling of his clothes as he got dressed.
Surprisingly, you felt his lips brush against your cheek, and you had to try very hard to keep still.
âIâm sorry for being so hardheaded,â he murmured against your ear.
You fought back a smile.
That evening, you had another discussion, this time trying to understand each other better.
Zayne sympathized with your loneliness, and he agreed to take a weekend off. You found a nearby hotel that you decided to spend the night at once a month, just for a change and some bonding time. For the meantime, you just savored every moment with each other.
Zayneâs fingers rested in the curve of your hips, on hand gently tracing the collection of fat there. You giggled softly as he caressed your ticklish spots. His own lips fell into a lazy smile as you laughed. You were just happy to spend time together.
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At least even when I was a teenager and identified as communist, I was still never a soviet apologist
(And as I got older I came to dislike the USSR more and more and more, also seeing that soviet apologism kinda tended to fuck things up for western communists cause they'd be so busy running defense for people who didn't like or care about them, that actually getting policies passed to help western workers came second to being a tankie)
(Straight up, while I was volunteering in Quebec, one of the people I stayed with had this book by her uncle about being a Canadian communist, and he basically pinned soviet apologism as the whole reason he left the party cause they were more interested is doing PR for the kremlin than they were interested in like... unionizing in Canada)
Anyway, tankies suck, soviet apologism suck, and I'm glad to be able to say that even when I was a communist I didn't fall into that trap... like thank fuck for that, you know?
#honestly my positions as a teenager were more or less what they are now; just not as clear and using different worse terms#these days I'm just so sick of legislating what's socialism; what's capitalism; what's whatever#that it's like man... I think robust social safety nets are good in a lot of ways including for the economy#and I think that probably using currency makes more sense than barter#I just also think strong regulations are important cause otherwise you wind up with rat shit in the food (need stronger than we have)#and I think that handing out that money via welfare is a good way to get people spending and also living decently#so call that whatever the fuck you want; I don't care about the label; I care about achieving those goals or something similar#really just don't like labels these days; like descriptivism where I describe what I am and let other people fill in the blanks#makes for a lot less confusion than post communist when I'd always have to be arguing over what a socialist was#I no longer give a shit; I yam what I yam; and what I yam is someone who likes welfare and making sure people have enough#also fucking over big companies; I'm for that over all#part of the reason I stopped being a communist is I've had this rule for years now that says#'groups of roughly more than 50 people start getting corruption'#communism 100% works on a small scale; most households are communist; everything into the big pot to serve the communal good#my minecraft server is communist; we don't sell each other stuff; all goes into the same pot and we take and share what we need#at a scale of like 10 people communism actually works great; isn't a dirty word at that point#it's chipping in and being part of a community#(you gotta be a real messed up group of people for sharing and pooling resources to lead to mass graves when there's like 5 of you)#but in a big group communism is a great way to have the worst person get absolute power; it just sucks ass and should never be done#wonderful in theory; but doomed 100% of the time in practice; never do communism on a government scale#but anyway; same reason I hate communism is why I also hate mega corps... lot more than 50 people#and what do you know? they're corrupt as shit#other thing about less than 50 people; you can kinda more directly see when someone sucks#and you can kick em out; or you can leave; or you can say 'that small business is awful; I'm never shopping there'#I don't know; I'm just thinking outloud at this point; I can't give you some detailed polisci paper in fucking tumblr tags
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after abruptly leaving hawkins (and you) seven years ago, eddie munson, ex-boyfriend turned rockstar, makes a grand return. how will things pan out when your lives couldnât be further apart?
this has been in the drafts for god knows how long and you can definitely tell where my writing started to improve as i came back to it.. hope yâall enjoy anyway! this is so long good lord. also includes a bit of bestfriendism with stevie!
18+. mdni. smut. mentions of alcohol. eddie is a dickhead. no use of y/n!
read part two here.
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âyou know heâs coming back next weekend?â steve mutters, nodding towards you as you rip the sellotape from the brown box, beginning to stack the cans of soup.
âis he? oh my god oh my god,â feigning excitement with a straight face.
youâd already known he was coming back, youâd received the invitation just like everybody else. except, youâd swiftly put the gimmicky piece of paper into the trash and got on with your day. confused why everyone else seemed to be losing their goddamn minds over it.
he huffs quietly, helping you with the heavy tins, âare you gonna go?â steve didnât actually work in melvalds but came in on his breaks purely to chat and distract you from your work.
âam i gonna go? hmm, let me think.. no.â
âhe wants to see you.. you should come,â prodding his elbow into your side, collapsing the box into a flat piece of cardboard.
âyou spoke to him?â ears perking up. you didnât care if heâd mentioned you. no, really.
âyeah.. he called a few weeks ago, yâknow when the invitations got sent out,â picking up the next box to start filling the shelf.
âoh! itâs nice to know he called you and just hilarious to know i never got a phone call,â getting frankly quite sick of hearing about eddie fucking munson and his grand return.
once upon a time, eddie had actually been your boyfriend. mustâve been 7 or so years ago by this point.. anyway, that was before heâd got his big break and decided that he was going to completely forget about hawkins.. and about you. youâd still been together after his first tiny tour, excitedly waiting for him to come home when he just.. never did.
heâd had the decency to at least call and tell you that he was breaking up with you.. weâre just in different places right now.. itâs not you.. i donât want you to ruin your life waiting for me..
it was essentially a whole bunch of bullshit, because the very next month he was spotted with some bottle blonde model looking suspiciously close at some club heâd have absolutely hated the year prior. it was like a punch to the gut, flicking through the pages of the trashy magazine just knowing that you hadnât been enough for this new lifestyle of his.
from then on, youâd decided to disengage with any and everything about him. turning the tv off when corroded coffin came on one of the morning talk shows, leaving the room at parties when one of his songâs inevitably came on and just completely blanking out of the conversation when his name was brought up. it was easier that way, saved your feelings and the awkward glances youâd get.
at some point things had become slightly more complicated and youâre not sure how exactly it had happened but you had wound up pregnant. and by jason carver no less. maybe it was your shared disdain for eddie that had brought you together. who knows?
but it had happened and now you had to deal with it. and although jason may come in a close second to worldâs biggest assholes.. you had gained a beautiful daughter from it all and had become quite content with your single mom life.
people had come and gone, robin jetting off to some fancy college in california.. jonathan and nancy ending up in new york at some hot-shot newspaper.. the kids youâd sort of gathered had all gone off to various colleges, becoming adults themselves. all except for steve.
steve had stayed in hawkins like you, begrudgingly following his fatherâs footsteps, getting a job at his accounting firm. it was good money and kept his dad happy so he couldnât fault it really. heâd even got his own place just down the street from your house and at some point youâd just accepted that he was probably your only friend in hawkins.
it had brought the two of you undeniably closer and maybe youâd even call him your best friend now. well, except for right now as he was beginning to piss you off with all this fussing over eddie.
âyou have to come.. itâs not just for him, everyone is going.. itâs a reunion,â steve continues to pester you despite your efforts to shut him down.
âsteve, iâm not going and thatâs that.â
he sighs, staring at you with a blank expression, âokay, well.. iâll tell him itâs a maybe,â checking his watch before frowning, âshit, iâm late.. iâll see you later,â throwing the empty cardboard to the floor before dashing off down the aisle, giving you an exaggerated wave as he disappears.
you just knew that he was not going to drop this until you agreed to go. but he could kick and scream as much as he liked, you had absolutely zero desire to go this flimsy reunion and even less desire to see eddie in the flesh.
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itâs another dull week of stacking shelves and managing a team of absolute morons and before you know it, itâs the day before that fucking reunion and steve is still as incessant as ever that you must go.
âmy mom can look after ella.. please just come,â he sounded like he was a second away from getting on his knees to actually beg you to go.
youâd started to just ignore him now, getting on with whatever you were doing, choosing to give him the silent treatment. he hated that.
âyouâre so annoying,â he scoffs, still helping you unbox the bags of chips, âwill you just come for five minutes.. you donât even have to talk to eddie, itâs the first time weâll all be together again.. puh-leaseee,â breaking into a weird sort of sing-song tone.
you exhale through your nose, visibly frustrated by the man, âiâm going to ban you in a minute,â raising your eyebrows, taking the same tone you used when ella was being a brat.
âno you wonât,â furrowing his brows, âwhat if i promise to stand in between you the whole night? iâll beat him with a stick if he even tries to talk to you,â completely serious with what he just said.
you chortle, covering your mouth as one of the elderly customers walks past, slightly bewildered by the noise that just escaped your mouth, âcouldnât you just beat him with a stick anyway?â
âehh.. not really, he is paying for the whole thing,â straightening the bags of air heâd just placed on the shelf, âi mean, i could if you really want me to.â
you roll your eyes, of course he was. heâd rented the fanciest restaurant just outside of town for your gaggle of pals. any chance to flaunt the fact that heâd made it out of this hell hole and left the rest of you in the dirt.
âi have a child, steve, i canât just go out and leave her at home.. some of us arenât free like you are,â turning to face him with a stern hand on your hip.
âi just told you my momâll look after her.. she hasnât seen her in so long and.. and you can stay at mine and iâll take you to her first thing in the morning,â his eyes are round, glimmering in the harsh overhead lights.
âi donât have anything to wear,â shrugging, you really didnât. becoming a mother isnât quite so glamorous and a lot of clothes youâd once fit into had become a little tight.
âwhen dâyou finish?â
narrowing your eyes at him, âtwo..â
âgreat.. okay well, iâll take a half-day and we can go shopping.. on me,â wiggling his eyebrows at you. the thing about steve is that he believes that most problems can be solved by throwing money at it.
he wasnât wrong, of course.
because you reluctantly agree to go shopping with him on the condition that you werenât definitely going to this thing. you were just going to try on dresses. that was it.
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you get a cab to the restaurant, there was no way in hell you were doing this sober nor did you want to subject steve to being sober for your sake. palms clammy as you clamber out of the vehicle, immediately regretting your decision.
no one would care if you didnât go, right? you could quite easily just get back into the taxi and go home without forcing yourself to endure the night.
steveâs one step ahead of you, grabbing your hand so you canât run away. throwing him an awful glare but you werenât really mad, just annoyed that heâd succeeded in persuading you to come.
âcâmon.. it wonât be so bad once youâre in there,â smoothing down his fresh shirt as he begins to walk up the winding path, dragging you along behind him.
heâs wrong. itâs so much worse inside. the place was huge, extravagantly decorated and full of people youâd once regarded as your best friends, all too busy in their own conversations to notice you and steve walk in.
it wasnât like you hadnât heard from them, it had just been through occasional letters and christmas cards rather than seeing them face to face. robin would call sometimes, fill you in on whatever she had been up to and beg to speak to ella who absolutely loved it. you were sure they were on the same wavelength.
you look to steve with wary eyes, digging your fingertips into his hand, âwe could just leave right now.. no one would even know,â tugging gently on his arm.
âhey,â he whispers, âitâs okay.. look, robinâs coming over, weâll say hi and see how you feel,â using his spare hand to wave at the bubbly girl, dropping your hand to give her a hug.
âoh my god,â she rushes, âhow are you? you look so good.. and i donât mean you,â pulling away from steve to throw her arms around you, her gentle hands rubbing on your back.
âhah, itâs nice to see you too,â steve rolls his eyes, grabbing two of the champagne flutes being ferried around by fancy waiters.
she pulls back, âi didnât think you were coming.. how are you doing? howâs ella?â the words falling out of her mouth at super speed, it was as if her mouth moved before her brain did.
âi wasnât gonna but i wanted to see you guys,â you nod, taking the glass from steveâs outstretched hand and taking a lengthy sip, âiâm okay.. ellaâs okay.. youâll have to come and see her before you leave.â
âi will i will! i literally landed like two hours ago and had to rush but iâm back until friday,â her hands flying around as she spoke, âcome and say hello..â her arm intertwines with yours as she leans in closer to your ear, âheâs staring yâknow..â
your eyes roll back on their own, not even wanting to search the room for him, âiâm not speaking to him so he can stare all he likes,â straightening up as you approach the group robin had left.
nancyâs talking to max about something in incredible detail but is quite to stop when you approach, mouth in a small âoâ as she hugs you, âyou came? i thought we were gonna miss you,â grinning wide when she pulls back.
you give an overdramatic sigh, âof course i had to come.. youâd all miss me too much,â waving to the rest of the group.
there are a lot of small pleasantries swapped, asking about their journeyâs here and how theyâd been.. standard small talk. but then el asks to see a picture of ella, ecstatic that their names were so similar. youâd come prepared, pulling the creased picture out of your bag.
they all gush and coo over her, it was a picture youâd snapped from her first day of kindergarten, cheesing with her pigtails and pink hair bobbles. passing it around the gathered group, still steadily sipping on the bitter champagne.
âwhoâs that?â eddie asks, you hadnât noticed him sidle over to the crowd, stood peering over lucasâ shoulder at the photograph.
your eyes meet his, seeing his face for the first time in what felt like centuries. he looked older, obviously, still sporting the same long curls except now it actually looked as if itâd been styled. heâs in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, forearms now littered with tattoos and a nice looking watch. your heart just about stops beating when you realise youâll now have to explain exactly who that is.
âuh.. thatâs ella,â you nod, not quite meeting his eyes, â..my daughter,â taking the photo from lucasâ hand, the atmosphere had quite suddenly shifted and people begin to scatter, starting their own conversations so they donât have to bare witness to this one.
âoh.. oh, right.. well, congratulations then,â the shadow of a smile on his lips, could he feel how fucking awkward this was?
âthank you,â giving him a half nod, startled as steveâs hand brushes the small of your back. heâd seen that you were in conversation and had left dustin to fulfil his security guard promise.
âitâs nice that you two found each other.. you have a beautiful daughter,â still not fully committed to smiling but he was getting there.
your face contorts, immediately looking to steve before letting out a god awful cackle, âoh no.. sheâs not steveâs,â covering your mouth before another taunting laugh comes out.
steve is trying to stifle his grin but fails, reaching his hand out to shake eddieâs hand, âah man, no ellaâs not mine but she is beautiful, isnât she? how are you?â
youâre eternally grateful that he heâs managed to sway the conversation and you arenât forced to explain why or how youâd had a child with jason fucking carver. turning back to robin as you hear steve ramble on about work and corroded coffinâs new album, something you had absolutely no care about.
âshall we get another drink?â robin asks, eyeing the open bar and your empty glass.
âplease.â
the rest of the night is going.. relatively well. itâs kinda unsettling to watch the younger kids drink legally, getting more boisterous and loud as the night progresses. itâs nice, if not a little sad just thinking about how you werenât really able to enjoy yourself at their age because you had a newborn.
you mustâve been deep in thought as you donât even notice eddie creep up to the empty table, standing awkwardly besides your chair, âcan we talk?â
your eyes shoot up to meet his, baffled by his presence, âwhat could we possibly have to talk about?â
he exhales through his nose, âuh.. a lot? we donât have to do it here.. i have a room upstairs or.. outside?â
âno,â gripping onto your glass of wine, desperately trying to grab the attention of someone behind eddie to come and save you, âi donât want to speak to you.â
heâs exasperated, clutching onto his beer with strained white knuckles. how were you ever supposed to move past this when you wouldnât even give him the opportunity to explain himself. but that was exactly it. you didnât care about any of the silly excuses youâre sure heâd conjured up, he did what he did and that was that.
âiâm trying here..â sounding exasperated, âhow âbout dinner? sometime this week, on me,â his voice is deeper now, raspier. you figure as a result of constant partying and chain smoking while on tour.
âi have a child and a job.. i donât have time for dinner with you on top of that,â swallowing the rest of the sweet white wine, putting the empty glass back on the table with a forceful slam.
you make brief eye contact with will who was passing behind eddie and decide to take the opportunity to pounce, standing from your chair and rushing over the second he nears your table.
âwill.. hey,â speeding to catch him up, mouthing a small save me, clinging to his arm as you move away from eddie who was stood deflated at the table.
will thankfully catches your drift, steering you towards the bar, âyou okay? i was just about to leave..â placing his empty glass onto the bar with a soft sigh.
âwhat? no.. if i canât go then youâre not allowed either,â talking sternly to the boy even though he now towered above you and just about everybody else in here.
he screws up his face, looking over to the dance floor, âitâs just..â sighing once again, âawful, isnât it?â following his gaze to an intoxicated mike performing an elaborate air guitar routine in the middle of the floor.
it wasnât exactly the same, but you could empathise with the difficult situation and that foul feeling in your stomach that you were sure he could feel too. you could imagine that it wasnât easy to see the man youâd once, or perhaps still loved after so long. in fact, you didnât really need to imagine at all.
deciding it was better to change the subject, distract him from the unraveling scene on the dance floor, âdâyou smoke?â
he looks around quickly, watching out for a listening jonathan, you assume before he nods quickly, âbut no one can know,â a hint of a smile creeping onto his face.
you return the devilish grin before hooking your arm in his, pulling him towards the door where you could get the hell away from annoying men and their long black hair.
-
itâs gone three by the time you get back to steveâs, genuinely having to coax him from the party and into the cab youâd shared with a belligerent dustin, making sure he had got home safely.
âi wasnât too mean, was i?â snuggled up in steveâs blankets, facing each other in the low light of his room.
ânooo, no you were on fire,â he laughs, he was still tipsy and slightly reeking of booze as he lay next to you.
âreally? youâre sure?â he was definitely just drunk and blabbing on but youâd take it.
âyes.. it was perfect,â he hiccups, interrupting his sentence, âbuuut.. and iâm not the only one who said this so donât kill me..â kissing the back of his teeth, âyouâre not gonna like what i have to say.â
âwhat? what is it?â prodding his shoulder with a quick jab. knowing eddie, heâd probably gone round the party whispering some bullshit about the two of you.
âwell..â holding his hands in the air, âthereâs still chemistry there.. yâknow i could see it,â raising his eyebrows, hands collapsing onto the blanket.
âright, iâm going to sleep.. youâre drunk and just saying stupid shit now,â rolling your eyes as you settle into the soft pillow, closing your eyes so you no longer had to entertain his idiotic nonsense.
he chortles, hiccuping mid-laugh which makes a horrid choking noise, âiâm not that drunk.. robin said it too,â the lamp clicks off, darkening the room, âand dustin..â
âgo to sleep steve,â unamused and tired.
âokay okay.. goodnight,â he calls, you can hear the smile in his voice as he turns to face the other way, taking that as your opportunity to rest your head on his back, nuzzling into the soft cotton t-shirt.
-
monday is particularly awful and youâre reminded exactly why you donât drink often. two days on and youâre still exhausted, half-heartedly filling the shelves and just trying to make it to two oâclock.
in your tired state, one of the bottles of shampoo you were putting out, falls out of your hand and rolls off somewhere down the aisle. you sigh, a deep, fed-up, exhaustive sigh and get up to go and fetch it when the bottle appears before your face, a tattooed, ring-filled hand latched onto it.
âcarver? really?â eddie frowns, watching you from above, eyebrows furrowed together.
you place the bottle onto itâs rightful spot on the shelf and choose to ignore him. if heâd come all the way down here just to piss you off about your poor life choices then he could get fucked.
âwhenâd that happen?â
blanking him again as you continue to put stuff onto the shelves. this was the easiest way to guarantee that you werenât going to get yourself fired for being rude to him.
âyou gonna ignore me? i just wanna know,â still poking and prodding, he clearly wasnât very good at picking up on context clues.
nothing.
âfuck, can you just talk to me for five minutes?â your silence was driving him crazy, aggravating him to no end.
âiâm at work, so no,â hurriedly trying to finish the stock you had so you had an excuse to rush out the back and away from him.
he was fortunate that it was a quiet monday, the store full of mostly older ladies who had no idea who he was. you sorta hoped that heâd get mobbed and would have to hurry off and leave you alone.
âwhy jason? out of literally everyone else in this shithole you choose jason?â screwing his face up in disgust.
you slam the box cutter down with a loud clatter, causing a few turned heads and raised eyebrows. fuck âem. if you had done what youâd really wanted to do, youâd be locked up forever.
âi donât know if you remember this but my boyfriend of like, two years ran away and never came home so yeah.. that kinda fucked with me a little and lucky for me, jason carver was there and also hated my exâs guts.. so it was perfect, you know?â staring flatly at him, you were not dealing with his shit today.
eddie scoffs, âso you had a kid with him? and now.. what? you play happy families just to spite me? is that it?â
âyes eddie, i had a whole child just to piss you off.â
he gawps back at you, clearly also did not possess the ability to sense sarcasm.
âno,â scowling at him, âit was an accident and now heâs.. i dunno, coaching basketball at some school in ohio or some shit.. why donât you go and bother him?â
âso youâre not together?â
you can only roll your eyes in response, in sheer disbelief that heâd made such a fuss because he couldnât just outright ask if you were single.
un-fucking-believable.
youâve had just about enough of this conversation, pulling your little trolley back towards the swing doors that lead to the warehouse. at least he wasnât allowed in there.
âwait! wait..â he grabs onto the other side of the trolley, stopping you from walking off, âhave dinner with me tonight or.. tomorrow?â eyes big and pleading.
ânow why would i do that?â
âbecause i want to explain myself.. i need to.â
one of the younger shoppers notices who he is and begins trying to talk to him, coming over to where you two stood rather excitedly. eddie is kind enough to smile and give her a few polite words, eyes still latched onto yours despite the ecstatic woman beside him.
âokay,â honestly just wanting to get away from all this commotion, âtomorrow.â
his scowl subsides, replaced by a gleaming grin, âsix oâclock.. pinoâs, iâll sort it, okay?â already starting to walk away from the crazy woman.
âright,â you nod, pulling your trolley away and into the back warehouse, leaning against the concrete wall. the whole exchange was tiring, knocking whatever tiny bit of energy out of you.
were you actually gonna go?
absolutely fucking not.
-
by the time six rolls around the next night, you really had forgotten all about it. rushing to get ella her dinner after swimming lessons, already worrying about paying for yet another field trip sheâd sprung on you earlier. youâd begun to wonder if they even taught in the classrooms anymore with the amount of permission slips she brought home.
sheâs finally settled into bed, after much protesting and a lot of coaxing. youâre just about to finally relax on the couch when someone hammers on your front door. and if you werenât already pissed off with ellaâs whining, you were most definitely about to be with whichever mindless prick was banging on your door.
âwhat do you want?â you hiss, jerking the door open to reveal a pathetic looking eddie on the other side, face forlorn and dejected.
heâs in that white shirt again. it makes you sick to your stomach to admit that it really does look good on him. his arms now more defined, the cotton sticking to his muscles, briefly showcasing the new tattoos underneath. maybe heâd actually got off of his ass and did something other than smoke weed all day.
âoh so you are alive, dâyou forget about something?â heâs snarling now, having conjured up some elaborate excuse in his head as to why you hadnât showed, only to find you at home, seemingly with no care in the world.
âoops,â the corners of your mouth twitching into a smile, you hadnât even actually meant to stand him up, you were just gonna call his hotel and cancel but the thought had just completely slipped your mind.
and even if it shouldnât, it really did feel good. knowing he was the one sat waiting for you for once.
âoops? i sat there for an hour waiting for you and then spent the last hour trying to convince dustin to give me your fucking address.. and all you can say is oops?â
you shrug, âfeels pretty shitty to be forgotten about, doesnât it?â tilting your head, watching as his face falls. heâd been got.
âokay.. okay, i get it, and iâm sorry.. thereâs not a day that goes by that i donât feel like shit for how i treated you,â his head dips low, looking particularly sorry for himself.
and for a second you do too. not that he deserved it. quickly having to remind yourself exactly what he had done to you, which was not at all helped by the fact that he now had everything heâd ever wanted in life.
and you couldnât fault your life. truly. but fuck did it sting sometimes, to know that your life had stagnated, stuck in the same shitty town youâd grown up in while he was on the other side of the country, more money than sense and a hoard of doting fans that would do absolutely anything heâd ask of them.
âgood,â you bark, going to slam the door shut only for it to bang against his black boot wedged in the door, âif you donât move your foot iâll- iâll call the police.â
âno you wonât,â his hand reaches out to grab onto the other side of the handle, he couldâve easily pushed his way in if heâd really wanted, âletâs talk.. like adults,â begging you now, âplease.â
you huff, this would end with you either letting him in or being forced to wake ella after you bashed his head into the doorframe. it was easier to just accept the first option and youâd find some bullshit to get him to leave later on.
opening the door wider to let him in, keeping your eyes square on the ground as he walks through, peering around at your home. probably comparing it to his mansion in the hollywood hills the pretentious fuck.
ânice..â he nods, leaning in to look at the photo of you and ella a few christmasâ ago, she was tiny then, sporting a miniature santa hat.
âyeah well, sheâs asleep upstairs so.. make it quick,â you frown, closing the door behind him, watching as his eyes take in the cluttered room, smile fading when he catches sight of the singular picture you have up of jason and ella.
âi canât believe you chose to fuck jason of all people.. i mean, iâve made some shitty decisions in my life but..â he stops himself from going any further when he sees your face, if looks could kill, heâd be long gone by now.
âdid you come here for a reason? or are you here to talk about my life decisions.. because i really donât want to hear it from you,â crossing your arms over your chest, wanting him out of your house.
âno.. no, shit- iâm sorry,â he shuffles on his feet, banging his head, âi wanna talk.. properly.â
you roll your hand to motion for him to continue, âgo on..â
he inhales, chewing on the inside of his cheek, trying to psyche himself up to actually say what he wanted to say. it wasnât that he didnât know what to say, he just couldnât string it together to make sense.
âiâm sorry for the way i treated you.. it wasnât right and i know that now,â his hand coming to rub the back of his clammy next, why was your house so fucking hot?
âokay.. apology accepted, was that everything?â you say flatly, glancing up the stairs to make sure ella wasnât awake and out of her room.
his face falls, âcan you just.. just let me explain,â his adam apple bobbing as he swallows, âwhy donât you sit down..â motioning towards your ratty couch.
you relent your stern stature, hesitantly going to sit on the couch, trying to ensure that he couldnât possibly sit next to you by sprawling your legs out onto the empty cushion. so he takes the seat furthest away, running his hands down his tight jeans. designer, no less.. the only person you knew stupid enough to spend thousands on designer jeans just to tear holes in them.
âwhen i ended things with you, i wasnât.. well, it was me, but i had my manager screaming in my ear that itâd never work and he could hook me up with some fuckinâ model.. itâd help the band.. so thatâs what i did,â and for once, he looked genuinely remorseful, fiddling with the loose threads on his expensive jeans.
âso you sold out? thatâs your excuse?â
his head shoots up, mouth hung open with absolute disgust all over his face, âi am not a sell out.â
which is incredibly refutable, youâd heard a snippet of one of their recent songs on the radio at work and it had sounded exactly like the commercial shit he used to rag on when you were together. not a touch on the corroded coffin you sat and watched practice for hours on end.
âoh? so you didnât break up with me to further your career? you just wanted to fuck hot models? which one is it âcause iâm a little confused here,â completely losing it, springing up from your slouched position.
âokay, yeah.. yeah i did, i broke up with you because i wanted to fuckinâ make something of my life.. and look at where i am and look at-,â
â-donât you dare finish that sentence,â you snap, gritting your teeth together as you near his face, positively shaking with rage.
âwhatâre you gonna do? you gonna hit me? do it,â his chin tilted to match your elevated position, eyes glued to yours.
âi should.â
his lips twitch into a smirk, âyou wonât.â
and before your brain has the time to really process your next movements, he balls his fist into your t-shirt, causing your chest to collide into his as his lips smash into yours, knocking the air out of your lungs.
scrambling to find his shoulders for balance, sliding one hand onto his stubbly cheek. itâs all teeth and tongues, heâs ravenous and unrelenting, letting go of his grip on your shirt to place his hands on your hips, âmove,â mumbling against your lips as he attempts to manoeuvre you onto his lap while twisting around.
he slides down the couch, keeping a solid hold of your body as you find the right position. your legs are either side of his waist, sliding into the gap between his body and the couch sitting right on his crotch. wasting absolutely zero time in connecting your lips against, honestly not wanting to run the risk of him opening his mouth and ruining this.
his large hands find solace on your ass, creeping up to remove the oversized shirt youâd thrown on. you place your hand above his, restricting him from moving any further. itâs not that you were embarrassed- okay, maybe you were a little. but your body had changed since becoming a mom and eddie had become accustomed to gorgeous models and perfect women that heâd certainly not want to see your boring, frumpy mom body.
he groans in protest, trying again to lift the shirt further only for your fingernails to dig into his hand, âno,â speaking into the filthy kiss.
eddie pulls away from the kiss, fingers coming to gently brush the hair from your face, âyou canât be serious? iâve seen it all before,â he grumbles, fingers itching to try lift it again.
ânot like this you havenât.. i just.. want it on, okay?â
âno- why wonât you let me take this off?â fingers curling around the hem, already trying his luck with getting it up again.
you sigh, meeting his blown out eyes with your glossy ones, âi donât even know what iâm doing.. fuck,â attempting to climb off of his lap while the spare hand he has on your ass clamps you down, keeping you pressed to him.
âhey.. hey, keep it on.. i donât care,â already trying to chase your lips, âiâm just saying, you donât need to,â the denim covering his growing erection starting to rub against your throbbing clit, the sparse material of your pajama shorts were not leaving much to the imagination.
âjesus christ, just take it off,â giving up in your protest, it was useless against eddieâs persistence.
you press your lips to his the second your shirt is off, there was no time to judge your body if he couldnât see it. pulling at his jacket to get it off, the metal buttons digging into your now bare skin.
âi didnât.. i didnât mean.. what i said..â babbling through the kiss as he shimmies out of the jacket, landing on the floor with a soft thud.
âshut up,â you whine, running your hand along the length of his chest until you reach the hem of his black shirt, gripping your fingers around the fabric and lifting it slightly, exposing his midriff, the soft trail of hair ascending the skin.
his head jerks backwards, allowing you to tug the shirt off, finally allowing his eyes to wander to your chest. âholy shit,â he remarks like heâd never seen a pair of tits before. itâs futile for him to pretend that he hadnât seen some amazing boobs in his time so you scoff, rolling your eyes.
working your hand at his belt buckle, fiddling with the metal until it pops undone. heâs hard already and it makes you groan, brushing your hand over the raised denim. this week seriously mustâve been difficult if he was getting hard so easily over you.
it doesnât ever occur to you how much of a mistake this was. and even if it did, you didnât have much time to ponder on it as his hands are grabbing at your breasts, palming them as his lips suck at your jaw and down onto your neck softly. guaranteed to leave a lovely violet mark that the old ladies at work would certainly gasp at.
heâs helping you with his jeans, one hand gripping onto your waist to keep you steady as he lifts his hips from the couch and the other hurriedly yanking them down just enough to reveal his boxers. thatâs the next port of call, fingers grabbing at the thin black cotton, pulling them down his thighs as his cock springs into action.
eddieâs lips are still on your neck while you mindlessly wrap your hand around his cock, pumping your fist as you shuffle upwards. his breath hitches in his throat, still peppering sloppy kisses to the sensitive skin.
âoh god,â he whines into your collarbone, feeling his eyelashes flutter against your jaw. for a man who had been painted as womaniser in the media, he sure was still just as pathetic as he used to be underneath you.
youâre a little annoyed that itâs you whoâs taking control right now. after so many years of disrespect from his end, you think he at least owed it to you to take charge.
your hand grabs onto his shoulder, pulling his face from your neck, âbe quiet, okay?â sitting taller to position yourself comfortably, the harsh fabric of the couch grazing your knees.
he nods, sliding his hand up your waist and back to your hip, taking in the sight of you. you wouldnât ever admit it aloud, but truthfully, you really did miss him sometimes. missed the way his pretty pink lips looked after being glued to yours or the way he gazed at you doing the most mundane tasks.
you cant your hips, sinking down onto his length slowly, biting down onto your bottom lip as his cock fills you to the hilt. his eyelids flicker, fingernails digging into your doughy hips. itâs been a little while since youâd done this so you have to take a second to become accustomed to the slight stretch. itâs good, in the most masochistic way.
your hands cling onto his shoulders, watching his slack jaw, tiny breaths escaping from his mouth as you attempt to move. painstakingly slow at first, knees beginning to shake as you try to remember what you should even be doing. your cheeks flushing, feeling so incredibly embarrassed. the man was fucking models and then youâre here, pitifully trying to ride him. itâs awful, you know itâs awful.
his arm comes to snake around your waist, taking matters into his own hands and flipping the two of you around, your back suddenly pressed into the couch. holy shit. you appreciate the initiative, wrapping your legs around his waist, readjusting your grip on his shoulders.
âneed you a little faster than that darling,â large hands digging into the couch either side of your head. youâd feel utterly mortified if you werenât thoroughly enjoying the sight of him looming over you, his hair falling beautifully into your face.
eddie starts slow at first, moving his hips slowly, obviously well versed. your mouth opens but no noise escapes, well aware that you werenât the only ones in your house. instead you pant softly, desperate for his lips to grace yours again.
itâs not long before heâs quickening his pace, unable to contain himself when you feel so perfect around him. âi missed you- fuck, iâve missed you so much,â he groans, keeping his voice low despite wanting to start screaming.
you donât reply, too fucked-out to even think about words. eyes drooping as his cock nudges against the soft spongy spot no one other than him had been able to reach.
the couch creaks beneath you, the old thing unable to keep up with his rutting hips, the top of your head knocking into the arm rest every time his hips collided with yours. your living room had never bore witness to such filth and as quiet as you were trying to be, the sounds are indistinguishable.
having to bite down onto your lip when his thumb meets your clit, legs tightening around his waist with every soft circle he draws around the sensitive bud. eddie was never bad in bed but holy shit, maybe money had done something right for him.
he sits up, soft sighs falling out of his lips as his hand disconnects from your clit, sliding toward your knee and positioning your leg onto his shoulder. your nails press into his forearm, willing yourself to stay quiet even now heâs seemingly trying to kill you.
and through it all, heâs smirking. relishing the way youâre writhing around, trying not to cum when he nudges against that sweet, spongy spot this position allowed.
his thumb finds your clit again, âholy shit sweetheart.. you gonna cum?â grunting softly with every thrust.
youâre positively wrecked beneath him, face pressed into the couch cushion as your stomach flips. panting into the fabric, incoherent ramblings of eddieâs name and a bunch of curse words fill the room.
âcum for me baby.. shit,â struggling to keep his own pace as you tighten around him, leg trembling around his neck as your orgasm takes over. pleasure overtaking your limbs as your hips buck instinctively, thankfully muffled by the couch.
âoh my god,â you breathe, struggling to see straight when your eyes eventually reopen, gazing up at eddie above, certain heâs about to draw blood from his teeth digging in to his lip.
âwhere.. where shall i- shit,â he squeezes out, feeling his hips begin to stutter, eyes rolling to the back of his head. heâs just about quick enough to pull out, thick ropes of cum paint your thighs. narrowly avoiding the couch.
if you had the energy to get annoyed, you wouldâve snapped, but in all honesty, your brain was still reeling and anger was the last thing you felt.
eddie reaches over, ever the gentleman and grabs his shirt to clean his mess. didnât matter to him obviously, he had more than enough money to buy another.
and there it is. the bitterness filling your body again the second heâs no longer on top of you, or inside of you rather. you attempt to bite it down.
âyou wanna talk now?â he asks, pulling his boxers back up to a more respectable position.
âiâm tired eddie,â and you are, on a school night like tonight youâd have been fast asleep by now.
he sighs, shoulders slumping over. even after youâd just had the most mind-altering sex, you couldnât speak to him. âplease,â pleading with you almost, desperate for one more chance.
maybe itâs the exhaustion or maybe the dopamine still pumping through your brain but you concede, pulling your shirt back over your head before motioning for him to speak.
âi donât have any excuses, iâm just-,â he sighs, turning on the couch to face you fully, âiâm sorry for hurting you, i was wrong and i know that,â his eyes are dipped, peering at you from underneath his spindly lashes, âwhy dâyou think iâve avoided this place for so long?â
âi donât know? because youâre a pussy? because youâre too scared to face me?â letting the words rattle off your tongue without much thought.
âbecause iâm embarrassed,â he corrects, without much offence, âbecause iâm ashamed and feel like i owe you more than some dick and a shitty apology.. i just didnât know how i could ever make it up to you,â half-moon eyes glossy in the low light.
your heart thumps in your chest, blood echoing through your ears. eddie munson, world renowned rockstar was sat on your couch, apologising for something you shouldâve forgotten about a long time ago.
the years of hatred and avoidance come tumbling down in a millisecond. all youâd ever wanted was to hear him say sorry. to admit that heâd fucked you over for a life of fame and now you had it, you werenât exactly sure what to even do with it.
âokay.. now what? are you gonna make it up to me? because i want to believe you eddie, i do.. but you canât just traipse in here and expect me to forgive you like that,â the tears roll over, sliding down your warm cheeks.
he nods, grabbing onto your hands in a last ditch gesture to show his sincerity, âiâm going to.. i-i want to,â heâs still nodding, bringing his face closer to yours, âtell me how, iâll do anything,â adamâs apple bobbing with every word.
âstay here,â your eyes are trained on him, ignoring the blurred vision, ânot forever, just for now,â lips pursed, ready to be broken once more.
you half-expect him to come out with some sorry excuse, tell you he had to get back to his hotel so he couldnât possible stay here.
but he doesnât.
eddie takes your hand, tugging it gently and with words you donât register, babbles something about bed. so you follow him, allowing him to guide you to your room and slide in between the sheets next to you.
everything is so gentle, soft and pure. something you hadnât felt in a long time.
-
âhey.. sweetheart,â eddieâs hand gently shakes your arm, whispering into your ear, âyou awake?â
you squint in the dim light, feeling his hand descend onto your waist, chest pressed against your back, âi am now,â you grumble, it was early.. early even by ellaâs standards.
âi gotta go.. you got work today?â he asks, making no effort to actually get up and leave your bed though.
you nod into the pillow, rubbing your sleep heavy eyes. in your sleep hazed state, you shuffle, moving backwards against him.
âokay.. shit- donât do that,â strained as you shift against him, unknowingly brushing against his cock, âiâll be back.. after you..â heâs losing it a little now, âafter you finish..â lips pressed to your ear.
you were moving deliberately now, just ever-so-slightly rocking your hips back and forth, you could feel him growing against your ass.
âi canât..â he groans, grip tightening on your hip,
âplease,â you breathe, reaching backwards to find his mop of curls, taking a fistful for leverage as his own hipâs thrust into your backside, his low growls only spurring you on.
you had been on your own for so long now, could he really blame you?
eddie doesnât leave for another hour, creeping out of your house with his head low and a shit eating grin plastered on his face.
-
the key turns in your door as youâre loading the dishwasher. youâd given steve a spare for emergencies but it seemed to get used for anything but.
he slinks into the kitchen where you stand with your back to him, âhey,â already knowing who it was.
âwell hello,â announcing his presence, something about his tone of voice already seemed off, he sounded short, annoyed almost, âhow have you been?â
âiâm good..â you spin to face him, puzzled by his strange demeanour, âhow are you?â
heâs holding onto something behind his back but you canât quite catch a glimpse, âactually.. iâm a little pissed off,â you can tell heâs not completely serious by the hint of a smile on his face.
âhmm? whyâs that?â
he looks around the room expectedly, âoh i donât know.. you donât have anything to tell me, do you?â shaking his head, still gripping onto this mystery object.
âno..â narrowing your eyes, determining whether he knew what you thought he knew.
he did, he one hundred percent did. holy fuck. heâd figured you out already. eddie had opened his big, stupid mouth and told dustin, who wouldâve told steve and god knows who else. fucking moron.
âno? soo..â his pulls the magazine from behind his back, flipping it to the page heâd already saved, âthis isnât real then?â shoving the glossy pages into your face, âbecause to me.. this looks an awful lot like eddie.. at this very house,â he jabs his finger at the pixelated image, âand this little blob here.. thatâs you, no?â
youâre utterly gobsmacked. mouth hung open in pure shock. because that most definitely was eddie.. and your house.. and you. you hadnât seen anyone with a camera, hell, you hadnât seen anyone on the street at all.
âand correct me if iâm wrong, but is this not our friend eddie leaving your house the next morning?â showing the next image of him leaving your house the day after, hair unruly and messed up, holding his denim jacket in his arms as he climbs into his car.
your mouth moves but no words come out, croaking as you struggle to meet steveâs eyes. completely speechless, there was no feasible excuse. you had been caught with your pants down. literally.
âi can explain,â waving your hands around while steve stands smug against the kitchen counter. â..no i canât,â shoulders slumped as you blink at your best friend, no you really couldnât. suppose you couldâve come up with some lie about a look-a-like youâd been seeing but that wouldâve made you look particularly strange.
âwere you ever gonna tell me?â heâs almost hurt that you hadnât ran to him to tell him immediately. this was true best friend gossip and youâd kept him from it.
âi was! steve.. i donât even know what happened- he came over to apologise and then we were arguing and then.. then we had sex and itâs not my fault..â youâre trying, and failing, to contain your smile, flashing your cheeky grin to your best friend in the hopes he would let this slide.
âi canât believe you didnât tell me!â jutting his bottom lip out, âso, youâre getting back together?â his eyes sceptical yet sparkling with a sense of hope. youâre grateful that all he seems to care about is the fact you lied. or actually, withheld the truth as you preferred it.
âno.. well.. no, we had dinner together yesterday and he mightâve stayed over but no..â shaking your head, âheâs leaving again soon and we both know what happened last time..â you shrug, leaning back against the counter, âi guess i donât hate him now, thatâs good isnât it?â
steve looks perplexed, âwait wait wait.. so youâre just.. screwing around? and then he leaves again, thatâs it? whatâs the point?â taking a seat at the small kitchen table, fully engrossed in the conversation.
âi dunno.. i guess thatâs it?â you hadnât really thought about the fact that heâd be leaving again, in fact, you hadnât really had time to think much at all about what was happening.
youâd just sort of acknowledged that at some point heâd go back to california and youâd stay here and whatever was happening would.. end? it wasnât as if you were going to be super upset about it like you once were. lots of people fuck their exâs.. this was fine.
because thatâs what this is, right?
just sex with an ex?
âthatâs it?â steve reiterates, looking completely flabbergasted that the woman who once left the room whenever eddie munsonâs name was mentioned was now being so casual about this.
âyeah,â you shrug, not wanting to make a massive deal out of it though you could always rely on steve to be over dramatic on your behalf.
âno,â he straightens up in the chair, âall of this canât be for nothing,â sounding utterly exasperated, âyou two obviously belong together so why donât you go for it? i could see you living it up out in la.. big house, big car-,â
you cut him off before he can divulge into his delusions any further, âi think youâre getting ahead of yourself steve,â shaking your head at his ludicrous attitude.
youâd be lying if you said you hadnât thought about it once or twice but it seemed silly to start imagining this crazy life together after all these years. heâd barely just made it into your good graces again, you were hardly going to run off to california with him. it was utter delusion.
âokay okay..â he scoffs, âbut i still think you need to talk to him. i donât want you getting hurt again, okay? just make sure that youâre both on the same page,â nodding as he stands from his seat and begins to rummage through your cupboards for something to eat.
he was probably right and you knew it deep down. you werenât keen on being the one to bring the conversation up, not after that first night. after you had sobbed in his arms in bed, letting him soothe you to sleep with a bunch of probable empty promises.
-
when eddie lets himself into your house a few hours later, steveâs eyebrows fly up his forehead but he doesnât say a word. instead, he nods at the man, keeping his opinions to himself.
the pair of you resemble an old married couple, except youâre the grumpy old man with your wife cuddled into your side. your wife being steve that is.
âoh.. is this uh, something that happens often?â eddie asks, settling into the empty chair across from you. slightly miffed that steve was nestled into your side.
âyup,â you nod, smiling at him your chin resting on steveâs head. he hadnât a reason to be jealous, youâd really rather poke your eyeballs out with a fork than do anything remotely sexual with steve.
âright.. yeah okay,â eddie says, looking perplexed but sitting back in the chair. if he was going to stick around then this would have to be something that he got used to. because you sure as hell werenât going to stop being so close with steve for the guy that broke your heart at eighteen.
âyou want a drink?â you ask, realising that you should probably be a good host even if it was only eddie.
âyeah sure.â
you untangle yourself from steve and trundle off into the kitchen. steve takes this as the perfect opportunity to grill eddie on his intentions, sitting up straight and making sure that you were really gone before beginning his interrogation.
âso.. you two?â
eddie shrugs, not wanting to get into it with steve after such a long day.
steve sighs, leaning toward eddie, âiâm gonna say this once.. but if you hurt her again, i will kill you,â staring the other man down. contempt in his eyes. he was dead serious too.
âiâm not- iâm not gonna hurt her,â eddie sits up, praying that youâd hurry back with this damn drink.
âi mean it eddie,â raising his eyebrows, âyou didnât see how she was after you left.. iâm not going through that again, iâm not letting her go through that again.â
âsteve-,â eddie blinks, stopping himself as you re-enter the room. hoping that you hadnât heard their conversation, heâd only just got you to stop hating him. he wasnât prepared to go back to that like, ever.
âwhatâre you talking about?â placing the bottle of beer in front of eddie and collapsing back into your spot on the couch.
âfootball,â steve answers quickly, groaning as he pushes himself off of the sofa, âiâm gonna head home, got work in the morning but iâll see you tomorrow,â he smiles, winking at you from above.
âokay,â you utter, sounding more like a question than a statement, watching carefully as he gathers his things without so much as a glance at eddie. you can only imagine what was actually said but that was truly none of your business.
youâd just grill eddie later to make sure steve hasnât been too much of an asshole.
âbyee,â you call out behind him, already eyeing a sheepish eddie. thisâd probably be it. youâd known it was coming at some point, you just werenât sure of when.
if steveâs sudden departure was anything to go off, you were probably right.
the door clicks shut and you turn your attention to eddie who was still sat on the solemn chair. oh god. maybe you had got a little used to having him around again and now to know that itâd all be coming to an abrupt end once again.. yeah you felt a tad shit.
âwhatâd you say?â you ask outright, it made zero sense to beat around the bush.
âme?â he looks almost offended, âi didnât say shit.. didnât get the chance to,â but heâs smiling ever so slightly and your heart relaxes.
christ you were so stupid. letting him back into your life just to let him walk away a second time. perhaps youâd done something horrific in a past life to deserve this same fate twice.
âso what did he say?â you press, unsure of if your even wanted the answer.
eddie sighs before coming to collapse on the couch next to you, âit wasnât important.. look, i wanna be honest with you,â his hand comes to grab yours and you freeze, bracing yourself for what was inevitably going to come next. âyou mean a lot to me and.. and i donât want you to think that i donât care or that iâm just leaving you again,â his eyes are focussed on yours, full of what you hope is sincerity.
you donât reply, instead you nod slightly and urge him to continue. this was it. the kicker. ďżź
âiâve gotta go back to la next week,â his grip tightens around your hand, âbut iâm coming back as soon as i can, okay?â heâs serious too and youâd like to believe him but if the past was anything to go by, you werenât eager.
you nod silently. fuck this. once again, you were sat before eddie munson, listening to his plans to jet off to la. it felt like the cruelest case of deja-vu. if anything, you want to kick yourself for even allowing him to wiggle his way back into your heart. most people know better after the first time.
âitâs three weeks.. maybe a month, but iâm coming back, i promise,â he pleads, hanging his head low. he knows thereâs absolutely nothing he could say to you that would make you believe him but he had to try.
you hum, frowning just a little before finally replying, âiâve heard that before,â not meaning to sound as snarky as you did, but it was true.
âiâm serious, iâm not.. not gonna lose you again, iâve learnt my lesson,â his eyes are big and pleading and youâre thrown right back to being eighteen, listening to him convince you how going to la would be the best decision.
âso.. what? youâre gonna come back to hawkins just to see me? i donât-,â you sigh, as much as you wanted to believe him, it just wasnât plausible in your mind, âi just donât understand, are we together or are you just coming back to fuck? you donât have to, you know? iâve made peace with it all and iâm fine.. you donât have to lie to me anymore.â
if anyone was going to fuck this up, it would be you. thatâs for certain.
âwhat the fuck?â he exclaims, genuinely flabbergasted, âthis is me telling you that iâm serious about this.. about you,â he takes your hand into his properly, scooting around to face you fully, âi love being here with you, and ella and there is nothing out in la worth more than this,â you think he might just start crying, or you might. or perhaps both of you.
you sniff, not wanting to speak in fear of bursting into hysterics. it was all just so confusing and weird. youâd grown accustomed to eddie being on the other side of the country and now suddenly he was back in your life with what seemed like a a declaration of love. it was just too much to handle. and maybe you blame yourself a little, for not truly thinking about the implications of fucking your ex that had abandoned you years prior. but now it all just seemed to be hurtling in the most intense direction.
you were the one that had told him to stay after all. because really, you couldâve kicked him out, refused to ever even acknowledge him again. but you hadnât.
âare you telling me the truth?â is all that you manage to squeak out. baring resemblance to a small child.
you really mustâve looked pathetic, eyes brimming with tears, bottom lip quivering as you hold in the implosion of emotions. itâs always scary being vulnerable with someone, let alone someone that once meant so much to you.
he still did. as much as youâre absolutely petrified to admit it, heâd weaselled his way back into your heart and now here you are, a mess of emotions and perplexing feelings that are too complicated to handle.
âi promise you,â he sighs, clearly fed up of your whining, âiâm coming back this time.â
and maybe youâre stupid. maybe youâre still hung up on some high school relationship that ended long ago but you canât help it, you nod.
idiotically believing him because what else can you do after letting him into your home and your heart again.
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Hi, first timer here. May I humbly request for a drabble with Yandere Nanami wherein his darling gets sick and tries to avoid Nanami, but fails and gets coddled in return
You absolutely may!
Yandere JJK react to you being sick
Characters: Nanami, gojo, geto, Toji
Tw: sickness, forced physical touch, poisoning (?) đ
AN: I decided to go with all the characters cuz I actually like this prompt! However nanamis will be longer since you asked for him specifically :D btw yâall Iâm thinking of adding Choso! Tell me what yâall think ;)
Nanami:
You cough and shake, body trembling. Nanamiâs at work, you know that because he isnât on his side of bed. His watch and phone have been picked off the nightstand, the windows were sealed shut again, and the clock on the night stand buzzed with the numbers
11:23 am.
Itâs late. Well, sort of. Itâs the late where you donât usually wake up. Sure you donât wake up as early as Nanami does, but you at least wake up before the afternoon.
Before, youâd wake up as early as possible, well, when you had a life, that is.
But your sniffling, your nose is clogged and your body aches. Your throat, restricted. You can barely swallow down that dry saliva because dammit your throat aches. You need some water to smooth your sore throat, but you find the glass at the night stand completely empty.
You slowly crawl out of bed, on all fours, body weak and mind empty. Youâre tired, you feel dirty, and you feel like you could pass out.
You basically limp to the kitchen with your glass in your hand, at any point knowing you could drop it. Itâs just so heavy in your weak hand, and it fucking slips.
It slips onto the floor and shatters. You sigh, staring at the broken glass on the floor. No worries! Right? Youâll pick up a broom and clean it up later.
Thatâs a future you problem
Amongst all the other problems you have. You get another glass from the cabinet, filling up your cup and downing the water. It hurts so bad, like a shards going down your throat but the slight relief it gives, helps.
But you canât stand for long, your bottom hitting the kitchen counter, hands grabbing the edges for support. You stumble into it, trying to move, but your eyes get blurry.
Your body is weaker, your vision is weak, eyes droopy and legs starting to give out.
Itâs fine- youâre fine. Is what you tell yourself. You canât let Nanami know about this. Heâll take care of you- then his ego will boost ten fold. Heâll probably get more clingy and desperate, protective. He wonât let you go for a second then after your no longer sick, heâll think he has some control over you know. That you owe him. Thatâs what you think anyway. Not that he actually cares about you (oh he certainly does), but youâd like to keep it in your head that heâs being fake, that heâs a bad man. Because you know as soon as you realize his actions are purely out of love, that he loves you, perhaps youâll actually start to gain empathy for him. Feel emotions.. you shouldnât.
He was your favorite coworker, best friend. You grew up with him, or at least from high school. Heâs taken care of you before, but now you just donât trust it.
Your back, starts to slide down the kitchen counter, and you hazily sit against the kitchen cabinet. You look at the time.
â11:46 amâ
Ok great, he wonât be back until 7 right? Thatâs how it normally is if he has some out of city mission.
But your eyes get droopy, your dizzy, your vision is blurred, mouth dry and oh-
Your head is heavy and falls over onto the floor. Youâre on your side, shivering. Itâs hot but your also shivering, you canât tell if your freezing or if your heating up. Your mind starts to shut down and so does your body- the sweat that drools down your forhead, the body heat that illuminates your skin.
You lay unconscious on the kitchen floor.
Nanamiâs excited.
Heâs able to come home early today. Around 3pm? He was so glad. It turns out this out of city mission was actually a lot simpler then told- or maybe it was gojo beating them before he could even arrive. Turns out gojo finished them off quick so he could have a chance to eat out in another city with Nanami. Nanami rolls his eyes at the thought. Luckily he was able to escape after a while of entertaining Gojo Satoru for that long. He could come home early to his darling and he was excited.
Excited to spend the mid-day with you too. He opened the door excitedly, a sliver of a smile adoring his face as he opened the door, bakery sweets in hand (he had to buy some to cope with Satorus constant crude comments).
âSweetheart! Iâm home!â
He says cheerfully, but his smile drops just a tad when you donât come to the door to greet him. He just shrugs anyway, going off to the room to find you and tell you about his insufferable day, but feed you sweets and tell you, you make it all better.
But as he passes the kitchen, he immediately stops, his head is thrown in your direction and he sees you. On the floor.
Youâre on the floor. Why are you on the floor? Whyâs there broken glass? Did you hurt yourself? Purposely? On accident? He runs over, his feet sliding over the glass, he winces but ignored it, dropping on his knees, looking at your sweaty cold body. He was confused at the glass, his aching feet, your cold but heated body passed out on the floor.
âD-dear? My love?â He whispered. His voice lingered with panic, major panic actually, he was terrified.
âDear please!â He raised his voice for the first time ever, breaking one of his own rules he had for himself.
Your ears are ringing, but your eyes finally start top open and you look up at him.
âN-Nanami..â even though your angry at him, furious, you look up at him, and you know the fear in his eyes are genuine.
And you see your best friend.
Your high school best friend. The sweet man from high school. Patient, kind, caring, quiet, your lovely best friend. The one that you.. had more then just friendly feelings for. I mean how could you not? He was so sweet and perfect. Always spoiling you, taking care of you, making sure you ate and weâre always well kept. He made you laugh too, unintentionally most of the time but still hilariously. And oh was he handsome. Heâs always been, and it always made you wonder why he never dated. Never say anyone or had something as simple as a crush. You always thought it was probably because he was too busy, the jujutsu sorcerer life isnât easy, itâs time consuming and utterly dangerous, no fit for a relationship.
You look up at Nanami. Heâs your best friend. A year rolls down your eye, dropping to the floor.
âSweetheart? Donât cry? My love, what happened?â His voice was shaking, he was scared.
You havenât seen him like this before.
Hah, no thatâs a lie. You have. And it was.. quite.. violent.
And right before you got kidnapped.
You get it now.
He did do this, kidnapped you and all, for your own safety. To make sure heâd always have you his palms, his hands, so that youâd never break.
But look at you. Even now. Even though your in the safety of his home, his surveillance, your still ill and wounded.
Your shaky breaths leave your mouth and your lidded eyes look up at him. He swallows hard. He considers taking you to the hospital- but no. Theyâd take you away from him. But heâd also rather have you completely safe and hurt free. If letting youâd go meant youâd be better, then so be it.
But his hands shook as he went to touch you. He didnât want you to leave. Once he lets you go youâll be gone forever.
His hand caressed your cheek, a tear bubbling in his eyes, and thatâs when you know. When you know whatâs in his mind, what heâs thinking.
âI-Iâm fine..â Your voice incredibly shaky and desperate.
Just get away. You think. Leave me alone. Fuck. You want him gone, you want this asshole- the idiot who betrayed you- who kidnapped you who hurt you- you want him gone and off your back.
âYouâre not fine. Your not! Sweetheart I- what happened?â
âC-could be uh-â you cough, âfood poisoning?â Perhaps, but youâre unsure. Youâre both unsure.
He picks you up. His arms shaking and feet stinging from the small shards of glass that stick up his heels. He carries you to your room, placing you softly on the bed with a shaky exhale leaving his lips.
His face is pale and sweaty, he looks more sick then you.
âIâll call you an ambulance okay?â Shaky tears leave his eyes. He holds your hand tightly, towering over your spread body.
âW-wha?â
He sighs, a sad smile on his lips.
âI-if thatâs what I have to do.. to.. stop this.â
You think. You could get away, have that chance. But you also think it isnât worth it.
Looking up at your best friend, the tears leaving his eyes, that soft smile heâs looked at you with before. Fuck. You know thereâs something deeper to this, he didnât do all of this on purpose. His obsession, obsession with protecting you and shadowing you and god just his constant paranoia and possessiveness until he kidnapped you- it had to be at a fault not from him right?
And looking up at the man you called your alley, your best friend, your crush. You had to save him. Maybe then, once you do, you two could be normal again? You could learn to forgive him, heâd let you go, and heal. And once he healed.. perhaps you two could be something more? More than a forced relationship.
Your hand tightens over his. Barely, but he feels it.
âS-stay.â
His eyes widened and he looks down at you. âHoney? What?â
âD-donât wanna go Kay? Can take care of mâself.â
He grumbled at that. âAbsolutely not. Your body is heated to hell and your shivering. You look terrible.â
You huff. âRude.â
âDear please let me take you to a hospital? Or to get checked out at least, please?â Heâs so desperate, itâd be sweet if it wasnât for the situation you were in, with a lovesick yandere. But you knew he wouldnât let you go until someone could heal and take care of you. You sighed to yourself.
âJust go buy some medicine? Will be fineâŚâ you mumbled.
âDo you have to be so thick headed? I know youâre in pain. At least let me take care of you.â
âJust leave me alone!â
Your scream threw him back, stepping back from you. âIâŚI understand.â
He left the room, his eyebrows bunched up and his mouth in a scowl. You felt disgusting, but hoped some nap could help. A nap that would wake you up from this horrid shit, perhaps this was all a dream.
Alas, you wake up. And itâs not a dream. And you feel even worse, actually. Your throat is completely closed, you canât speak for fucks sake, your entire body is covered in a thick inch of sweat and you feel sticky. Your clothes are too tight and your hair feels wet, sticking onto your forehead. Your stomach is empty but still feels twisted, and god your body is so weak. So weak you canât get up, so weak you donât think you can even move your hand to grab the glass of water on your nightstand.
Everything hurts. You canât avoid Nanami now, you need him.
âN-NanamâŚâ your realize your voice is basically gone to dust, you canât speak and you canât call out for him, and thatâs when the panic starts to set in.
What if he left the house and wonât be back until late night? What if he doesnât come check on you? What if heâs so upset for you avoiding him and pushing him away so he doesnât help you?
But as your thinking all these thoughts, the door slowly starts to crack open, you see some blonde hair peeking out and an eye.
âNanâŚnana..mi..â his eyes widens and he ran over to you.
âYou need me?â
Itâs like he was waiting out there for you to call him, right outside the door until you wake up and asked for him. You push that thought to the back of your head.
âSweetheart- your burning up even worse then before. Please, please let me take care of you at least. Iâm begging you, my love.â
You grumbled, looking up at him from your pillow. The soft expensive fucking sheets that nobody should be allowed to buy, clutched and balled up in your sweaty hands.
âF-fine.â You mumbled.
He smiled, but not one out of happiness but out of relief. âIâll be the best care taker youâve ever seen, my love. Youâll be better in no time.â
Gojo-
Satoru is possible the worst man you could be sick around. He gets fucking clingy and wonât leave you alone for a second. Treating you like some newborn baby who needs the utmost care at every waking moment.
Thatâs why, when you feel a oh so familiar cough rise in your throat, a chill in your spine and a just lovely heat illuminating from your forehead, you donât tell him.
You pretend like itâs not even there. You think itâll pass anyway. Itâs probably some cold, some small bug that youâll get over in a few days.
But itâs not that easy, especially when the medicine cabinet is locked and Satoru barely leaves you alone.
âWhat was that?â
âWhat was what?â Your try to play off the fast you just chocked on your own disgusting heavy cough, as if you werenât just about to puke from how gross and vile that cough felt.
You cleared your throat and continued to watch the TV. Satoru put on some lame show and you decided you had nothing better to do, so you plopped down on the sofa to watch, too. Well, plopped down on the entire other side of the sofa.
Itâs funny though, he thinks you donât see the way he slowly scoots over closer to you every second. Itâs pathetic, really. But if you didnât hate him so much youâd actually find it kind of endearing.
âHey, uhh. You have any pain killers? Or just.. medicine.â
He looks at you suspiciously. âWhy?â
âJust.. have a headache. You know..â
He raises his eyebrow at you but nods. âFollow me..â
He leads you out of the living and to the kitchen. Where he unlocks a cabinet with a key that he pulled out of who knows where.
He grabs some pain killers for your so called âheadacheâ and while heâs taking a pill out, you sneak behind him and try to grab some cold cough medicine.
And obviously, you get caught immediately because who wouldnât.
âI knew it! You are sick!â
âNo! I just uhh..â
âYou just uhh.â he mocks you. âYouâre sick- I can see it all over your face. Canât fool me.â He snickers, grabbing the cold couch medicine, and you, by the arm, and drags you to the living room where he forces you to situate yourself on the sofa while he stands.
âHow long have you been sick?â
You shrug.
He scoffs. âFine. You know what? Your not getting these,â he waves around the cough medicine, âuntil I get a hug. A hug for every pill you want.â He huffs and strikes his chin upwards, acting all mad and pouty.
âWhat? Your kidding. Satoru this isnât funny.â
âItâs really not.â He answers.
âFine. Iâll cough all over you and get you sick too.â
He huffed and bonked your head a few times. âHey! You want the cough medicine or not? Donât you wanna get better?â He teased with a very annoying smile on his face.
But your desperate, and you can feel your throat start to clog and a cough starting to gear up, you know what you have to.
â-ugh fine!â
âŚ.
Itâs a few hours later.
Satoru was fucking elated. Floating on cloud nine, while you, were stuck in his arms. He had been clinging onto for who knows how long. As soon as you gave in and gave him those hugs, he wouldnât let go.
Yes, he gave you those pills, yes you feel relieved and less sick, but god was it really worth it? Worth your dignity and sanity?
âOne more episode pleaseeeee.â He whined, knowing damn well that he could just force you to watch with him anyway, but it was as if he wanted that reassurance that you wanted to watch with him too.
Which you didnât.
âNo satoru. Iâm sleepy, okay? Iâm tired.â
He mumbled something incoherent and grumbled, but then a smile appeared on his face.
âOh no problem! Letâs just go to bed then!â
You didnât realize what he meant until he grabbed you off the couch, carrying you off into your room giddily and jumped into bed with you.
He cuddled up to your side and sniffed into your neck, inhaling your scent and almost rubbing himself into your nape.
âS-satoru move..â
He chuckled and just squeezed closer to you. âBut youâre sick sweetie.â He said with a faux pout, the kind where you know he was taunting you. âI need to be with you at all times to check your temperature and make sure my girl doesnât get worse~â
Geto-
Suguru geto is a weird man.
He goes off everyday to his cult, his huge estate that wraps around his cult.
You donât know it all started, what lead him to kill the leader and take over. No, you do know. You just wish you knew why. You wish you couldâve stopped him before his corruption. But alas, here you are.
But this time, Suguru is upset with you. Before he left to âworkâ, you had called him names and yelled at him. Told him to get away from you and that you hate him. You donât know why you suddenly blew up, youâve been eerily calm these past few days, but your upset. Heâs been forcing himself on you, not sexually, but heâs been trapping you two together.
Following you everywhere you went, acting all calm when you got upset as if he wasnât the problem. At one point he tried to get into the bathroom while you were showering, yes that was the last straw.
In your robe you yelled at him and called him out, and at one point it got out of hand, you started saying things that didnât even have to do with why you were mad.
He left upset, he didnât say anything. Just silent as he listened to your screams then left silent, too. And that was the scariest of them all.
But the truth is, you werenât really upset about the fact he was trying to barge in when you were showering. Sure that wouldâve been annoying and outright perverted, but you were mad for a different reason.
The way he almost found out that you were in fact, not showering.
But instead, using the showers loud water noise to cover up the fact that weâre puking.
When you saw the door handle start to turn as you coughed into the toilet, you quickly threw on a robe over your pajamas and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.
You were angry because he almost caught you. The truth is, youâve been sick for a while now. You know itâs some stomach bug, you get every now and then but you donât want Suguru to know.
Because once he knows, itâll just be another reason to control you. To coddle you and guilt you into staying with him.
But honestly the look on his face before he left- god did it make you feel guilty. You almost bit your inner cheek off seeing that. After all you still had.. unsolved feelings. Heâs your best friend for fucks sake- no. He used to be your best friend. Before his corruption.
But you canât help to think that perhaps- the Suguru you know is still there somewhere. He had to be right? Thatâs why he still loves and cares for you like he used to. Just now, itâs unwanted and forceful.
He comes home late tonight. You know why but you donât say anything, you donât comment on it. Youâve been reading, laying on your bed. Normally suguru comes in, lays on the bed and acts like heâs your husband who came home. Telling to you about his day, and asking about yours, as if he didnât know.
But today, he doesnât.
And youâre confused, but you donât comment on it. And you donât go to find him either because honestly you could care less.
But the thought lingers in the back of your mind, that uneasy feeling in your chest, heavy. You try to ignore it and read your book. But you canât, your distracted and you canât focus .
You decide you need some water, you get up and put your book on your nightstand. But as you walk to the door, about to pull the handle, Suguru comes storming in.
âWhy didnât you tell me you were sick?â He said angrily, basically threw the door open almost hitting you on the way, grabbing you by your mid arms.
Your confused. He doesnât have cameras in the bathroom how could he know- oh.
You remember your slip up. The slip up you forgot.
When going to the kitchen to grab a glass of water after puking your guts out in the bathroom, desperately wanting to get that disgusting taste out your mouth and throat.
But then as you made your way to the kitchen for some water, you choke and feel yourself gagging. You throw up into the kitchen sink, coughing your guts out.
You thought that the cameras werenât in the kitchen- and if so you forgot anyway. To focused on trying not to sob as that disgusting mass left your throat and emptied out your stomach.
âI donât know what your talking bout Suguru..â you mumbled, trying to act stupid.
Obviously that doesnât fly with Suguru and he just holds your arms tighter. âI saw you, donât lie to me. Why didnât you just tell me?â His voice was angry until it broke at his last words.
âDo you just not trust me anymore?â And god the desperation and sadness in his eyes actually hurt you for a second, the guilt in you starting to bubble up. But you push that aside and shrug your shoulders at him.
He grinds his teeth and pulls you into him. âIâll earn back your trust, my dear. Or Iâll force it into you.â
Your eyes widen at the last part and you look up at him. He has to be joking, right?
âExcuse me?â
âYour going to bed rest for the rest of the week. Iâll be home the entire time.â
And you realize all your private time away from him has been taken away for the entire damn week, locked in a room, a bedroom, in bed, with Suguru. Fuck. But still, you did feel a twinge of guilt, so even though you heavily didnât want to stay locked in a room with him, you unhappily agreed, but agreed either way.
Suguru just smiles at you. He doesnât mean to be harsh, he cares. And heâs smart enough to know what your allergic to and what gets your stomach upset.
Itâs just so weird how a curse managed to make it into yâallâs home, undetected by the both of you, and somehow infected you unknowingly.
Oh well.
What you donât know canât hurt you right?
Toji-
Heâs overprotective and you know that.
Thatâs why, before you even know your sick, heâs all over you and checking you. He things itâs subtle (spoiler; itâs not) and he coddles you to death.
âIâm gonna take a day off today.â Heâs doing it because of you and not one of his stupid excuses. And he says it, while his one arm is around your neck, the other around your belly, trapping to against his chest, your back to him, in bed.
âC-could you let go? Iâm over heating..â
He groans and cuddles into you closer. âFew moâ minutes, doll.â He mumbled into the back of your neck.
âIâm not sick I told you! Get off!â
Except itâs like your extreme refusal that your sick, the refusing his help and refusing him, just ends up in you sick.
You lay on the bed in front of him, while he pulled a chair up to you and spoon fed you soup. You can tell he enjoys it, a sly tug at his lips saying âI told you soâ, he doesnât have to say it out loud you just know.
You whine and tell him to go away, you donât need him to baby you or stay home from work. That youâre perfectly fine taking care of yourself.
âYeah? You refused me trynaâ help you and ya think you can take care of yourself fine?â He says, basically angry.
You huff and let him push a spoonful of hot soup into your mouth. â
âWhy donât ya just shut your mouth and let me take care of you. So damn bratty.â
You sigh and clutch at your blanket. You have nothing better to do then surrender to his touch because you feel so damn weak.
He slightly smiled at you, seeing you finally quiet down and let him feed you without a fight.
What a smart girl. He thinks.
Itâs like you know the antidote is in the soup.
âŚ.
So that was crazy guys. Anyways! Should I add choso and Sukuna? I love them sm đ (tbh kinda scared to write Sukuna cuz heâs insane)
#yandere#fluff#geto suguru#gojo satoru#jjk fluff#jjk#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu geto#jujutsu kaisen#nanami kento#yandere gojo#jujutsu gojo#jjk gojo#gojo saturo#yandere toji#jjk toji#toji fushiguro#yandere geto#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere jjk#yandere nanami#scenario#reaction#sick#obsessed#jujutsu satoru#jujutsu nanami#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk geto
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Wind Calls You Mom
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They asked for Wind calling Reader mom and then gets embarrassed about it.
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When you first started traveling with the boys, you thought you were about to jump off a cliff.
Donât get it mixed up. You adore each and every one of them, but you were sure that their antics were going to make you go gray before thirty.
You had known that teenage boys were a pain even on the best of days. But you didnât realize how quickly you would have been singled out as it was. And because they were all nasty, testosterone filled menaces, your poor nose was about to keel over and call it quits.
So! Much to your behest, you took it upon yourself (by gently bullying them) to be the one to actually keep them on top of their cleanliness and their hygiene because you refused to baby these nearly fully grown men. Honestly, you could have started crying by the stench alone if you had the misfortune of being down wind of them.
âTake a shower.â You held a hand up, shutting the poor boy down before he could say anything else.
âOh come on!â Wind whines, dramatically pouting and throwing his hands by his sides. âItâs not even that bad-!â
âBecause youâre the one living in it.â You press, keeping your hand up between you both. âEither go jump in the river or change your clothes- for goodness sake-!â
Wind turns to one of the other guys for support but they all collectively shrug. This isn't a battle theyâre willing to fight. Youâve been quite adamant about it over the weeks youâve traveled with them. Time in particular isnât going to fight you on this and you know it.
Teenage boys smell the worst.
âNext town we go to Iâm getting all of you some sort of odor neutralizer.â You grumble and turn back to cleaning your weapon. âItâs a miracle I havenât dropped dead.â
Wind groans even louder.Â
Hyrule snickers in the background. You turn and point a finger to him, fighting to keep a straight face as you speak again. âDonât you start! Youâre one of the worst offenders!â
âWho am I offending?â Hyrule puts a melodramatic hand to his chest.
âMy nose!â
âTough.â
You stand, ready to fight the boy before Wind flops over, dragging you back down to your spot. He doesnât actually smell that bad. If you think onions arenât that smelly to begin with, that is. You donât even know why he smells like onions. You didnât even eat onions today!
âWind! Get off! You smell!â You groan and try to push him off. He chooses violence and latches on instead.Â
âI donât want to now.â He pouts. âYouâre being mean.â
âI am not!â You try to push him off again with more force. âWind!â
âWind.â Warrior comes to your rescue. âCome on. We have to do laundry anyway. We can clean your clothes and itâll solve the issue.â
Wind rolls over, covering himself with dirt as he hits the ground. âYouâre no fun.â
Warrior chuckles. âAnd you smell.â
âHA!â
âWarrior, you traitor.â Wind grumbles and gets up. His whole back is filthy and it makes you laugh.
âHold on, Sailor.â You take a rag and brush him off. You turn him around and wipe the rouge dirt on his cheeks as well while youâre at it. âHonestly, itâs a miracle youâre not sick after all of this.â
Wind sticks his tongue out. âWhatever mom.â
You roll your eyes and put the rag away. When you look back at Wind, you see that his cheeks have gone pink and that his ears are pinned down. He suddenly refuses to meet your eyes. The change startles you. What happened? You bend a bit to look him in the eye. âWind?â
âIâm going!â He turns on his heels away from you and dashes off to where you know Wild and Legend were doing the laundry.
You tilt your head in question. Strange. What came over him? You turn to Warrior with an eyebrow raised to sell your unvoiced question.
Warrior snickers and covers his mouth with his hand.
Well that doesnât answer your silent question at all! What are you missing?! You level Warrior with an incredulous look. âWhat? Whatâs so funny, Mr. Chuckles?â
Warrior meets your gaze easily with a charming smile. The laughter in his eyes is borderline obnoxious. âReally? Did you miss what he said?â
âWind?â You say for mere clarification. âI happened to be a bit preoccupied at the time if you missed it. Poor kid covered himself with nothing but dirt and didnât even care. Iâd hate for his clothes to stain.â
Warrior snickers even more but doesnât comment on your words. âHe called you mom.â
You pause.Â
He did, didnât he? Huh⌠You heard for sure, but it just seemed like the typical teenage response for someone who was being a bit bratty. You can recall the amount of times youâve done that yourself on a friend or over doting well meaning acquaintance. Heck, even sometimes to your own mother. But that was usually less funny than if you did it with other people.
You had thought that Wind was being sarcastic and didnât want to bother with acknowledging it. Some battles just arenât worth it. And you knew it would have been well deserved anyway.
However his reaction wasn't what you thought it would be. He looked embarrassed and awkward. He hadnât meant to call you that at all.
You know that your silence doesnât read well while youâre thinking but if Warrior hadnât pointed it out, you fear how long it would have taken you to figure it out.
You cough, feeling your own cheeks go a bit pink as the realization washes over you. âI see.â
âDo you?â Warrior smirks and crosses his arms. âNo shame in it if I need to further spell it out for you.â
âYou have something in your teeth.â You say instead.
Warrior perks up and instantly goes looking for the mirror shield.
You try to keep from laughing, wondering how or if you should bother bringing up Windâs little slip of the tongue. He called you mom- heâs probably mortified.Â
You rub your knuckles against your forehead. Ok. This canât stand. Youâll talk to him. Maybe not immediately but you donât want Wind to shrink into himself and lose his confidence.
You wait until after dinner.
Instead of waiting for the right moment to make your move, you decide to simply sit yourself next to Wind once the boys had gone around amusing themselves by the fire. The resident pirate was moments from joining in but your presence seems to have embarrassed him once more.
So heâs also still thinking of his little slip up.
You tilt your head, trying to appear nonchalant. â...Everything good, Wind? Did you like dinner?â
He nods.Â
You wait for him to say something but he struggles to meet your eyes even now. His cheeks go pink again and youâre forced to think of a solution on the fly. You told yourself you were trying to avoid this! This is not avoiding it!
âWind-â
âIâm sorry.â He says instead, rubbing the back of his neck. The poor boy finally turns his head to you. âI didnât mean to call you that. It just came out.â
You sigh. Ok. He beat you to it. This is fine.
You sling your arm around his shoulders and ruffle his hair for the heck of it, trying to keep the energy casual. âDonât worry about it. I didnât even notice.â
Wind turns toward you with wide, almost hopeful eyes. âReally?â
You nod. âGranted, I heard it, but I thought you were being sarcastic at first. I didnât see a problem with it until Warrior decided to make it a problem.â
âWarrior?â Wind tilts his head, looking over to where the Captain was losing a card game to Four. Itâs not even a close game. Four is wiping the floor with him. âWhat did he do?â
âIn his words, he spelled it out for me.â You grumble. âHe was laughing that it went over my head so easily.â
â...Oh.â
â...â
â...â
âI hope Four wins that game.â
âWarrior always loses anyway.â
You chuckle and ruffle his hair again. âYou ok? Feel better?â
Wind laughs a little bit but nods.
You also feel a bit better, but thereâs one thing that you want to ask now that youâve thought about it. âI donât smother you boys, do I? Iâm not that bad, am I?â
âNo, you are.â Wind answers honestly. â...But itâs nice.â
âYou think so?â You say, ignoring the mild sting of his blunt honesty.
Wind nods again. âI think⌠that having someone to keep us clean and someone to make sure weâre all taken care of is helping us a lotâŚâ You watch him think for a moment longer. Wind bites his cheek. âIt⌠actually wouldâve been nice to have someone give me snacks when I was on my adventure.â
You smile. âHappy to help.â
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