#Oh and this week she took most of the week off because ITS HER BIRTHDAY WEEK and Thanksgiving week she has off because she WAS GOING TO QUIT
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(Im just ranting, ignore me)
My coworker is pissing me off soo badly. I have only been working at this job for two and a half months and within the last two weeks I have had FOUR people come talk to me about how I treat her, TWO of which were managers. Telling me how she feels like I'm bossy and rude and THREE of them were like "Remember, she has senority over you so you need to be nicer to her" but like, I AM NICE TO HER. I have been no ruder to her than any other coworker and yet she is the ONLY one who has had a problem with me.
The fourth person who told me about this, same thing happened to her! Same thing happened to this other guy who quit! This happens with all the time apparently with her and yet no one in management has thought to themselves, "Hey, maybe she's the problem and nit anyone one else?" NOPE! Apparently not since she's the fucking darling of our section and no one ever thinks she's done anything wrong!
Oh, what makes it even better, part of my job is to ask the cook to bring food up front and my job to to wait on customers,l so she knows I'm going to have to ask her to do stuff because ITS LITERALLY IN THE JOB DESCRIPTION! Apparently I'm just so rude and demanding about it though (Even though no one else has had this problem)
And it does not surprise me that this is happening now. I'm damn near certain its happening because a week or two ago we were having a sale of a VERY popular item that she failed to keep stock of and we ran out during the dinner rush which lead to several people complaining about it to management because we are not supposed to out of that during dinner.
And I cannot stress how popular this item is, at least once a day somebody tells me that it the best of its kind that they've ever had(It is pretty good but I wouldn't say its the best) and I'm pretty sure that its the only reason any of us have a job because even on slow days when no one is buying anything we are GUARANTEED to be selling a bunch of this stuff.
So during these sale weeks its pretty damn well known that the cook needs to be making it basically back to back, you need to have extra stock of it if you go on break, and if other items run out but we're only low on said item you neglect the other stuff and make another batch.
So when I, as her partner that day, was asked what happened, I told them exactly what happened. She barley made any thing because she was prepping something else, only started making stuff when we were basically out(Which I am supposed to tell her to do because I'm supposed to tell the cook what we need) and during the dinner rush she left suddenly without telling me and I waited for five minutes for her to get back while trying to explain to customers what was happening and when I go find her she's crying on the phone and I had to put the next batch in(WHICH IS NOT MY JOBS BECAUSE I WASN'T THE COOK THAT DAY)
And now she's telling our managers and anyone else who will listen how rude and mean and bossy I am to her.
And the final cherry on top of this shitshow, she is considered to be one of the two worst people to work with in our area. The fourth person who told me about this, my third week here she saw they were scheduled to work together for closing and freaked out and asked me to switch shifts. The second bad worker doesn't like working with her either!
(I asked her if she liked working with him and she said "Yah I don't care as long as he doesn't talk shit behind my back." Which- Omg that made me SO fucking mad! We all gossip about eachother, obviously, like that just happens when you work with people and there's nothing to do sometimes but like! The fucking audacity to complain about someone talking shit behind you back, and then talk complain to management about me when your Apparently SO FUCKING SENSITIVE ABOUT IT! I wanted to say something so bad and I regret not doing because at the time, I thought it was over, three of the people had already told me about what she was say so that day and the day before that I was being extra nice to her. NOPE, im only so angry about this because the fourth person told me about this TODAY which means she hasn't stopped talking about it!)
#hirantalkstoomuch#To rub salt in the wound-I only had one day off this week because I had to come in on MY day off to cover FOR HER#Today was apparently the day she was going to cover for me so I could still have a day off but NO its her birthday so I still had to work#And instead of just letting me have some overtime this week my general manager instead cut some of my hours!#Not to have a day off of course-NO that would make too much sense#I still have to work- I just work slightly shorter shifts- As in 1 hour and 30 minute shorter shifts!#Oh and this week she took most of the week off because ITS HER BIRTHDAY WEEK and Thanksgiving week she has off because she WAS GOING TO QUIT#So there is NO ONE to cover my shifts thanksgiving week which means that No- I can't take Wednesday or friday off to be with my family#Actually you have a long shift on friday in addition to closing every day you work#I hate her#I hate her so fucking much#We have a shift on Monday together and I'm gonna fucking talk to her-Either she stops being a little bitch or she keeps whining and I'll#actually start being rude and mean to her#She like in her 50s too!#Long ass rant- I just needed to vent because I am SOO fucking angry
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🥐 jay halstead fic where reader is kim's or sylvie's younger sister and she meets jay at kim or sylvie birthday party at molly's and takes liking to jay and her sister notices it and makes it her mission to get them together
maybe with some playful cheeky teasing from jay before he makes a move 🤭
A/N: Thank you so much for ordering. I ended up writing much more than I intended and I kinda struggled to put in some teasing but I hope it's okay. Please enjoy!!
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You were a little tipsy.
Work had been horrible. Today had probably been a record-breaking day in the labour and delivery ward but somehow, all of your patients had faced an ailment and some babies also struggled. You and your team were confident in your abilities but there was still the unease of what could happen overnight.
But today was your sisters birthday and nothing was going to get in your way of celebrating and making tonight all about her.
All the people important to her were in the firehouse and so tonight would be a big celebration with everyone and you’d take her out later in the week.
She hadn’t paid for any of her drinks, the one rule you had placed because obviously, its her birthday.
As the night progressed, Sylvie got more and more drunk but she deserved to have fun. And as the night went on, Molly’s got more and more busy as all the first responders started piling in after their shifts.
You recognised a few of the doctors and nurses from the ED and you heard Matt greeting a few men who you remember being part of ‘Intelligence.’
At one point, you found yourself talking with April and Maggie before you heard Sylvie calling for you across the bar.
Adhering to her calls, you made your way towards your sister who had the giddiest smile on her face, cheeks rosy and hair still somehow perfectly intact.
“Hey hey hey, can you pleeeassse get me some rosé?” She asked nicely, the most innocent expression on her face.
“Sure!” You nodded, feigning agreement as you turned to Hermann. “Can we have some water please. I think we’re done now Hermann.”
You pretended not to hear Sylvie’s ‘cries’ in despair, melodramatically acting as if it was the worst thing in the world you had inflicted on her.
You only received a sound of acknowledgement from Hermann who was swamped in orders.
“Oh hey, happy birthday Sylvie.” A sudden presence at your side appeared out of literal nowhere, smiling at your sister who was slowly getting out of it.
“Aww, thank you so much Jay- Omg Jay this is my sister Y/N, she works at Med.”
You turned to look at this ‘Jay’ and-
Oh wow- what a handsome looking specimen.
“Hi-“
“His brother is Will, they’re brothers Y/N.” Sylvie stressed, as if that idea was unbelievable.
“Oh, hey I’m Y/N. I think Will’s mentioned you a few times, you’re the accident-prone brother right?”
Jay chuckled, rolling his eyes at your words but there was no harm behind it. “Yeah, he’s exaggerating but yep, that’s me, nice to meet you. Sylvie’s mentioned you a few times as well.”
You were not expecting that. When on earth did Sylvie ever have the time to have full on conversations with a detective?
“All nice things I hope.”
“Don’t worry.” Jay assured you, his eyes not leaving yours even as he spoke of your sister. “She’s only said the best things and anyone related to Sylvie is definitely going to be an angel.”
You were speechless. A man who was technically still a stranger was being the nicest any stranger could be. You couldn’t help but feel heat rush up to your cheeks.
You giggled, trying to ignore your reddening cheeks. “That’s so sweet, thank you so much.”
This back-and-forth exchange only continued and the water you ordered went forgotten. Unbeknownst to both of you, Sylvie who was still sat next to you, was watching all of this unfold and despite her drunkenness, she took everything you-related very seriously.
And by the looks of it, she was about to play matchmaker again.
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You were visiting Sylvie at the firehouse on one of your days off. Everything had been normal, Sylvie was being her usual self until the firehouse received some visitors.
You recognised the three detectives walking into the firehouse, one of which increased your intrigue.
Sylvie didn’t miss your straying eyes as the passed by the bunk rooms.
Sylvie gasped in her usual dramatic style, scaring you to bits.
“Oh my gosh Sylvie!” You slapped her on the arm, shoving her face away when she kept coming towards you. “Sylvie you weirdo!”
“Y/N!” She shook you, probably jostling your brain while she was at it.
“You have a crush~” She said in song, the most stupidest smile on her face.
“You’re such a child.” You tutted, slapping her again on the shoulder. “Stop it you weird child.”
So she listened and stopped… for now at least.
Her smile remained stuck on her face and the blush remained on your cheeks.
Oh, this was getting good. Sylvie knew exactly what to do.
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Sylvie just so happened to be at Med then next time you saw Jay.
You were taking a break and went outside the emergency department where they had a really expensive coffee cart when you bumped into Jay.
Apparently, he had just finished interviewing a suspect who just had an accident, he caught up with his brother and was now waiting for his partner to finish up inside.
That left the two of you outside alone.
He kept you company in the line and when you went to pay for your coffee, his hand equipped with his card came flying out of nowhere, paying for your coffee.
The audacity of this man.
“Ah- excuse me.” You scoffed, almost frozen in shock as he took the coffee when you didn’t move, gently ushering you away so the line could keep moving. He hand on your waist totally didn’t do anything to you.
Jay hummed, raising an eyebrow with that smirk on his face, imploring you to try it.
You wanted to smack that stupid smirk off his face for good. This silly man had such a grip of the butterflies in your stomach just with his facial expressions.
You were speechless. You had no words to say to him so instead, you went to go grab the coffee cup out of his hand when he took a sip, eye contact maintained the entire time and gave it to you with a smug smile on his face as that single sip of coffee from your cup had fulfilled him.
You failed to pick up your jaw. You simply took a sip from the coffee that was yours.
Sylvie also failed to pick up her jaw from the ground, stood frozen several feet away from you two.
Maybe she didn’t have to intervene after all.
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Sylvie had one goal to achieve today and it wasn’t for this party to be perfect. No, Sylvie was going to get you and Jay to finally make a proper move and get you guys to start dating.
She was sick and tired of the endless flirting that went nowhere and she couldn’t look at your lovesick face whenever Jay was in your vicinity.
All would be fixed today, on your birthday.
Sylvie wanted to go all out because you were her sister and an amazing party with friends is the least you deserved. So yes, she still wanted this party to be perfect, but that was on the side for the meantime.
Sylvie had this all planned out so meticulously that even Matt side eyed her warily.
She claimed that she was too busy setting everything up at her apartment and needed someone to go pick you up. It ‘just so happened’ that she invited Jay and incidentally told him to come earlier than when the party was actually meant to start.
She was the perfect actor, gasping in near horror when she saw the time in the living room where she was surrounded by unfinished wrapped presents and decorations that were half done.
It was so easy to get Jay to do exactly what she wanted and deep down, Sylvie knew that he would’ve done so without her even asking.
Just like that, Jay was on his way to pick you up and Sylvie could drop the act and get down to business.
Fast forward two hours later and the party is in full swing. You had been thoroughly surprised and you happiness continued increasing as Sylvie did more and more as the evening unfolded.
Your cheeks were hurting from how much you were laughing and Sylvie couldn’t help but keep an eye on Jay who hadn’t looked away from you for more than a few seconds.
This was perfect.
During dinner, she sneakily got you to sit down besides where Jay was already sat. You had been so distracted talking to her that you didn’t even notice her physically pushing you towards that specific chair.
Sylvie also purposefully put your favourite dish the further away from you so that when you inevitably noticed its presence, you would have to ask if someone could serve you and the first person to take your plate was easily going to be Jay, Sylvie had no doubt about it.
And she was proved correct as said man wasted no time in serving you the perfect portion size.
Your giddiness was practically palpable at this rate.
The rest of the night went equally as smoothly. As everyone was leaving, tidying ensued and Jay was still here.
Everything was still going according to plan.
Elbowing Matt, ignoring his grunt at the sudden motion, Sylvie stood up straight from loading the dishwasher. “We’re all done in here so we’re going to get going.”
Before you could say anything, she went on, “I know I said I’d sleepover but Matt had this thing really early in the morning and he needs my help.”
Matt was caught very off guard, he spluttered as he realised what was happening and didn’t want to be blamed for preventing the two sisters from being together.
Sylvie elbowed him even harder this time, her smile tightening. “I promise, next time I’m staying and we’re doing brunch.”
Your disappointment was quickly eased at her suggestion and in less than five minutes, Sylvie was ushering a very confused Matt out the door, leaving you and Jay alone.
“Love you so much Y/N! Have a good night you two!” Sylvie waved at you two, closing the door behind her with a content smile on her face, sighing in satisfaction and fulfilment.
“Sylvie-“
“Shhh.” She shushed him, her finger at his lips. “Let’s get you home Matt. I’ve got everything under control, trust me.”
Sylvie had no doubt about it. She went to sleep the happiest she had been in a long time.
When she got up the next morning to your text messages with some very unkind words, calling her some very nice names, her smile widened.
Plan to get Jay and Y/N together was officially successful.
#one chicago x reader#one chicago imagine#one chicago fic#jay halstead x reader#chicago med#chicago pd#jay halstead#jay halstead oneshot#jay halstead imagine#jay halstead x y/n
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“ the best thing that’s ever been mine ”
jason grace x greek!fem!reader ⚡
a quest turned unforgettable
a/n happy 30th birthday loml (bc he's very alive xo)
⋆ ˚。 ⚡︎♡⚡︎ ˚。 ⋆
Y/N was already exhausted. She joined Jason on their last quest before they would be off to New Rome University.
“There’s too many choices,” she complained, laying upside down on the motel bed in a random small town in Vermont, “I cannot decide between journalism and creative writing.”
The tall blond walked out of the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe. He held his toothbrush that was still covered in the blue paste, “why don't you do both?”
She thought for a second, “I’ll decide when we get there, I guess.”
He leaned back inside the bathroom to spit in the sink before joining her on the bed. She leaned over, laying her head in his lap so her so he could play with her hair, “two weeks.”
“Ugh,” she scrunched her face, “that’s so weird.”
“It’s not that weird,” he laughed, “it’s nice. We’re gonna be moving in together, every night can be like this.”
She smiled, sitting up, “seems too good to be true.”
He trailed his arm around her, letting her rest her head on his shoulder, “I know, every morning I actually have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not still dreaming,” he melancholically smiled, “I have to make sure I have this life, that this is actually happening to me,” he looked down at her, “and that you're real.”
She bit her lip, smiling, “cheesy.”
“Hey!” He defended, “I open up to you and get called cheesy?”
She giggled, “sorry, sorry,” she pressed a kiss to his cheek, causing his expression to soften, “I just think it’s cute you think I might not be real.”
“How is that cute?” he laughed. She kneeled on the bed to now be taller than him, “because it means you love me.”
He laid back, pulling her down with him, “love isn't a strong enough word, sweetheart.”
“Hm,” she positioned herself on her elbows, “then what is?”
“I don't think there’s a word for it.”
“Enamored, adoration, agape?”
“Did you just open a thesaurus?”
She cackled, throwing her head back, “it’s called a brain, blondie.”
“Sorry, I’ve never heard of that,” he joked.
She leaned up, kissing the corner of his mouth, “most people’s are in their head, but yours might be here,” she held onto his bicep.
“Wow, Y/N,” he sighed, “where’s yours then?”
She shrugged, sitting up to lean on the headboard, “considering I came on this quest, because I didn't want to leave you, I say here,” she answered, pointing to her chest.
“Your heart?” he grinned.
“No, my boobs.”
He let out a bray laugh, throwing himself onto a pillow. She grabbed another pillow to hit him with.
“Ow!”
“That did not hurt.”
“It could’ve,” he responded.
“You’ve been stabbed countless times, I think you can handle a feather pillow.”
“Wow, hit me where it hurts,” he sarcastically replied.
“Okay,” she smiled, hitting him again.
“Y/N!” He yelped, shielding his face with his arms.
She hit him again, and again, and again. When she finally stopped, he stared up at her in a way that his blue eyes might as well be shaped like hearts, “Jason?”
“Will you marry me?”
Her eyes widened, she trailed his face, trying to figure out whether or not he was being serious. The way his eyebrows nervously creased and a soft smile curved on his lips, told her all she needed to know.
“When?”
He sat up with her, “really?”
She bit her bottom lip before a smile found its way to her cheeks, “I love you more than anything, Jase. We might as well.”
He kissed her, tightly holding her face in his hands. She was first to pull away, although still tracing his bottom lip with her thumb, “there’s a convenience store, across the street.”
“Yeah?”
“I bet they sell ring pops.”
“Oh?” he looked at her for a second, “let’s go.” He quickly got up, pulling on a hoodie. She followed, putting on a pair of leggings to pair with the oversized t-shirt that belonged to her boyfriend. Scratch that. Fiancé. “Ready?” He smiled with an outstretched hand.
She took his hand in hers, “ready.”
They rushed out of their room in a fit of giggles. The thought they probably woke up a few of the other people staying there crossed both their minds for a quick second before the true situation was the only thing they could think about. They were gonna get married.
They stepped out to see the empty streets and sidewalks. She briefly looked up at Jason, “Jay?”
“Yeah?” He looked down to her with an unfaltering smile on his lips.
“Are we dumb?”
He thought for a second, looking at the stars that were so clear in the Vermont sky where there was maybe one streetlight in sight. “No.”
She laughed, leaning her head against his arm as they crossed the street, where Jason insisted on looking both ways even though there wasn't a car in a hundred mile radius. “I think we’re idiots.”
“You're the only one,” he paused, “I mean the only one who thinks that,” he defended, “not the only idiot.” He stopped again before continuing, “not that either of us are idiots, we’re very smart actually. This is a smart thing to do.” He kissed her head as she stifled laughs at the boy’s nervousness. He opened the door of the convenience store, letting her walk in first.
She crossed her arms, “when we get back to camp, Annabeth gonna be on our asses about this.”
“Hey,” he turned around to grab both her hands, “you wanna do this, right?”
She leaned up to kiss his lips, “more than anything.”
“Good,” he grabbed something off a shelf to look at to divert his gaze from her shining eyes, “because I don't think I’ve ever been happier than right now.”
She tilted her head. She placed her hand under his chin to get him to look at her once more, “seriously?”
He looked around awkwardly. He then placed his lips to hers as he whispered, “you’re the greatest thing in my life. I love you more than anything.”
Her smile beamed at him, “I love you, too, blondie.”
He laughed, “then let’s get some rings.”
They aimlessly wandered the small store to look for the candy aisle. They giddily pranced into the section.
“Okay, what’s your favorite flavor?” He asked her as they stood before the ring pops.
“Cherry,” She leaned forward to grab the package, she turned to look back at the son of Jupiter, “what about you?”
“I don't know,” he shrugged, “I’ve actually never had one.”
“No way,” she grinned. “Here,” she picked through the flavors, “I think you’d like this one,” she handed him the blue raspberry candy, “it matches your eyes.”
“Thanks, love,” he took it from her grasp before grabbing her free hand, “you wanna go get married now?”
Her heart fluttered at the reminder of what they were truly doing. They were getting married. They were going to be husband and wife. Bounded by holy matrimony.
“You okay?”
She quickly nodded, “never been better.”
They hurriedly checked out and rushed out of the store. They both stopped in their tracks just outside of the store.
“Where are we getting married?” He mentioned, looking down at the girl.
“Yeah, I don't know.”
“Wait, one second,” he let go of her hand to grab his phone out of his pocket.
“If you get any single out here, I think it’s a sign we have to get married.”
He chuckled, typing into Google. “Hey, wait, there’s a chapel ten minutes away.”
“You're kidding,” she responded, leaning against him to see his phone, “but it closes in five minutes?” she frowned.
“Hold on,” he dialed in the phone number he found on the website. He held his phone to his ear, a few seconds passed before he spoke, “hello? Sorry, I know it’s late but- yeah, we were hoping we could get married tonight,” he locked eyes with her as he continued, “uhm, Y/N L/N and Jason Grace,” he went silent for a minute, “really? That’d be amazing, thank you so much. We’ll be right there.” He placed his phone back in his pocket, “we’re getting married tonight,” he couldn't have smiled any wider when he spoke.
She laughed in amazement. She jumped up, wrapping her arms around his neck, “we’re getting married!” she nearly shouted.
He kissed her hair, tightly holding her, “we’re getting married,” he slowly let go of her, “but we have to hurry.”
“Right,” she nodded. I want to say that they flew there as in they just drove really fast, but they did in fact fly there. Above the wooded forest that lined the streets. When they finally arrived at the chapel, there was a singular light on by the front door and a sign with missing letters that read Elysium Wedding Chapel.
“Elysium,” she spoke, “are you serious?”
“A little threatening,” Jason joked as they walked closer to the white building. He squeezed her hand as he knocked on the door.
An older woman, about 70 or so, answered the door. A smile donned her face as her eyes met the two, “you must be Y/N and Jason! Come in!” She led the two of them into what looked to be a living room with pink and floral furniture that looked to be from the fifties or so.
“Thank you for taking us so late,” Jason mentioned as the woman opened a large book. She stood under an arch adorned with fake pink flowers and green vines.
“Nonsense,” she replied, “we hardly ever get visitors,” another woman, who seemed a bit younger walked in, “oh! Here’s my daughter, Alexandria, she’ll be your witness.”
“Nice to meet you,” Alexandria said, “you two look young, how old are you?”
“We’re eighteen,” Y/N answered, her arm now locked with Jason and her hand holding his.
“Oh my!” Both women exclaimed, causing giggles from the couple. The older woman seemed as though she was about to speak again but suddenly began looking around the stand where the book was on.
“Geez Louise, I lost my glasses again,” she shook her head, “I’ll be right back.” With that, she scurried out of the room.
There was a moment of silence before Alexandria began to speak, “you know why we call it the Elysium Wedding Chapel?”
They both shook their heads, momentarily sharing a look before turning back to the woman.
“Elysium was the Greek equivalent of Heaven. So, when my mother and father opened this place, they thought about how romantic the Greeks were and decided to name it after their Heaven.”
“That’s amazing,” Y/N responded. She then looked up at the blond, “right, sweetheart?”
He smirked, “yeah, the Greeks really were romantic.” There were those heart eyes again. He soon looked at the woman, “she’s Greek actually,” his head motioned towards his soon-to-be wife.
“I should've known,” the elder added, “Greek girls are always the prettiest.” (i’m totally not just saying that because i’m greek.)
Y/N grinned, “thank you.”
The older woman once again came into the room, “found them! Now, let’s get this show on the road.” She guided the couple to the arch, “you two hold hands.” The two mirrored each other, both distracted by the adrenaline in their veins to think straight. It was finally becoming real, that they were to be married in the next few minutes.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join together this man and this woman in Holy Matrimony,” she turned to Jason, “do you have vows you wish to read.”
They shared a look. Jason’s hands sweated in Y/N’s grasp. Sky blue eyes met e/c ones as his mouth opened, “Y/N, I know you already know this, but I love you, so much,” he blinked in an attempt to stop himself crying, “I never thought that I could be loved in the capacity that you do. I always was taught to believe that I was nothing but a soldier,” he hesitated, realizing how strange that must've sounded to the strangers, “but I think you freed me and I’ll forever thank you for that, Y/N.” “Damn it,” she mumbled as tears began to spill, “Jason, if anyone asked, you are the most incredible person to walk this planet. You are the most selfless, caring, loving person I have ever met. Since the day I met you, I knew I never wanted to be away from you for a second, and there would be no greater gift than spending my life with you.” He let his tears rain down when she finished. He looked down as he tried to gather himself.
The woman turned to Jason, “do you Jason, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”
He sniffled, “I do.”
“Do you Y/N, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”
Y/N widely smiled, her cheeks hurting from how much she had done so that evening, “I do. I really do.”
“Rings?” The woman questioned.
“Right, sorry,” he grabbed the bag he had left on a nearby table.
“Oh!” The woman raised her eyebrows, “ring pops?”
“The only thing we could get on short notice,” Y/N mentioned, smiling through the tears on her face.
“Okay, then,” the woman laughed, “repeat after me,” Jason tightly held onto the cherry candy, “with this ring, I thee wed.”
“With this ring, I thee wed,” he slipped the ring onto the girl.
Y/N’s hands began to shake, “with this ring, I thee wed,” she repeated.
The woman clasped her hands together, “by the power invested in me, I pronounce you, Jason Grace and Y/N L/N, man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Jason took her face in his hands, bringing their lips together. She could taste the salt on his lips from the tears, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was kissing her husband.
They left the chapel, hand in hand. No words were said on their way back to the motel. They had said everything they had needed to say for centuries. But just before they entered the room, Jason stopped her.
“What?” She questioned, looking around.
He opened the door before turning back and picking her up bridal style, “I had to,” he smiled. She threw her head back, laughing. She wrapped her arms around his neck as they walked into the room. He placed her softly on the bed, hovering over her.
“I love you, Mrs. Grace,” he whispered just as he pressed a kiss to her lips.
She brushed her thumbs against his cheeks, “I love you, Mr. Grace.” He kissed her once more, “hm, you take good, too.”
He chuckled, “so do you.”
“I think we should always eat ring pops before we kiss.”
He kissed her neck before looking back up at her, “anything you want.”
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bonus!
Y/N and her secret husband sat side by side on the grass of Camp Half Blood alongside the rest of the Seven as well as Nico and Will.
“Why are you wearing an old ring pop?” Annabeth queried.
“Oh, uhm,” Y/N panicked as she scrambled to find an answer.
Leo interrupted before she could say anything, “I was asking Jason the same thing earlier!”
That’s when the daughter of Athena noticed the matching ring on the boy’s left ring finger. She looked back up at Y/N, “you didn't.”
“Annabeth-”
“You got married!” the blonde girl exclaimed.
Everyone crowded around the two asking questions about what happened.
“I can’t believe you didn't tell us,” Percy commented, crossing arms.
“We didn't tell anyone,” Jason defended, “we barely knew what was happening!”
“I can't believe you didn't choose me as your best man,” Leo offensively added.
The blond rubbed his forehead, “I didn't have a best man at all, Leo.”
“How did it happen?” Piper questioned, leaning closer to the two.
“If you guys would shut up for five seconds, we’ll tell you,” Y/N responded.
They both went on to tell the group everything. From the pillow fight, to the vows. The way they laughed and talked over each other made them realize that husband and wife was the simplest way you could describe them.
#jason grace#jason grace x reader#percy jackson#heroes of olympus#percy jackson and the olympians#jason grace x you#jason grace headcanon#jason grace fanfic#jason grace imagine#jason grace fluff#jason grace x y/n
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Howdy 🤠
So my birthday is this Friday (btw this is a no pressure thing not like that's the deadline 😅) and I was just wondering how the phantom troupe would feel about that [simple HC are fine I know it would be a lot to ask for otherwise]. If that's too much than just these characters are cool
-Uvo, nobu, phinks, shizuku and maybe kalluto-
Order of importance ←_← too →_→
Oh and if reader can be in the troupe but still like "new" so first bday of hers with them yk ┐(‘_`;)┌, HMU if you don't or need anything else.
Have a fantabulous rest of your (__fitb__) ♥╣[-_-]╠♥
Celebrating Your Birthday
Characters: Uvogin, Nobunaga Hazama, Phinks Magkub, Shizuku Murasaki Type: Headcanons, Gn!reader
hhhhAAAAAAPPPYYY BIRRRTHHHHHDAYYYY TO YOUU- tumblr needs to bring back the yellow font I NEED MORE VARIETY
Warnings: none
Uvogin
he's probably the most enthusiastic about celebrating your birthday
bro would sneak into your window at like 6 in the morning just to jump on you and wake you up with a loud "HAPPY BIRTHDAY"
pls explain to your neighbors that the large, burly man breaking into your home was in fact just your friend (who also happens to be a wanted criminal but you can leave that part out...)
even if you are fairly new to the troupe Uvogin likes all of you guys equally
new or not you are part of the family
his way of celebrating is...not your average celebration I guess?
in his words, he want's to take you to "get drunk and fuck shit up"
and by fuck shit up he probably means steal or sneak into some sort of underground gambling hall and beat up some lowly thugs
even if you're not into that sort of thing he's dragging you with him and doing it anyways 😭
he wants you to have a good time on your birthday, especially since much of the troupe doesn't know their own!! its just his definition of a good time is much different than your average guy...
Nobunaga Hazama
despite his appearance Nobunaga is actually one of the nicer members of the troupe
so if you mention your birthday around him he will store it in his brain for later
he's not as over the top crazy like his friend Uvogin
but he does make an effort to greet you on your birthday
it might be difficult if the troupe doesn't have a scheduled meeting that day
but if he doesn't see you he'll be sure to greet you later when he does
he might gift you something small, like a candy bar or a candle
he wouldn't initiate going out anywhere but if you asked him to come celebrate with you he would
Phinks Magkub
since your new I lwky don't think he would care all that much about your birthday...
he hasn't had enough time to get to know you and you're naturally the troupe member he has the weakest bond with
he does have a kind heart but to be fair he probably doesn't even know your birthday
but if you tell him day of he's like oh hbd
and leaves it at that
you guys aren't close enough yet for him to want to celebrate with you or get you a gift >.<
Shizuku Murasaki
poor baby
she tries so hard to remember your birthday, even if she comes off as nonchalant at times
she has it written on every calendar possible and even put it in big bold letters on her arm the day of
but she still forgot because she wears long sleeves most of the time 😭
it already took her like a week or 2 to even remember your name
but she really is trying :(
she's a sweet girl who values having bonds with each troupe member
she might try and go out to get you a gift but then forgot what she was at the market for
but when she see's the date again for like the 3rd time that day she will go get another troupe member to come find something for you together so they can remind her
she has no clue what to get you so she probably decides on a pastry or slice of cake that she actually ends up paying for
the money was probably stolen but oh well...it's the thought that counts
#hxh 2011#hxh x reader#hunter x hunter#hxh#phantom troupe#shizuku murasaki#shizuku#shizuku x reader#hxh shizuku#shizuku hxh#uvogin#uvogin hxh#uvogin x reader#phinks#phinks x reader#nobunaga hazama#nobunaga#nobunaga hxh#hxh phinks#hxh phantom troupe#hxh uvogin
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Hearts
Damian Wayne x Reader
You and your soulmate can feel each other's heartbeat
A/N: for @thesuperiorrobin btw I started writing this super late at night so it might not be the best but I hope you all like this
Word Count: 1.1k+
Warning(s): Barely proofread, loophole cursewords
You jolted up from your sleep. 4 times a week, 3 if you’re lucky. Like clockwork. Your soulmate's heart beats so fast, so hard, it wakes you up. You would think he was having a heart attack.
You don’t know what your soulmate does that gets his heart beating so fast in the middle of the night. You found this whole heartbeat soulmate thing so stupid. Of all the things you and your soulmate had to share, a heartbeat, seriously?
On everyone’s 10th birthday, they start “sharing” their soulmate's heartbeat. It's not really sharing though, so you didn't understand why they explained it that way. Probably to romanticize it.
You couldn’t go back to sleep until about 4am. But that didn’t matter because your alarm went off 2 hours later. You hated your life. Not only did you get no sleep because of your stupid soulmate but you had to get ready for school, a school filled with pompous a-holes. Luckily it was your last year and you only had a few more months left until you graduated.
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You walk into class late, everyone looking up at you. Luckily for you, your teacher is nice enough to let it slide.
“Hey” you said to the boy you usually sat by. His name was Damian, Damian Wayne. Yup. As in Billionaire “playboy” Bruce Wayne.
“What now L/N?” He asked. He looked up at you with an annoyed expression. Damn. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
“Do you think you could help me with number 5?” You looked at him with pleading eyes. “Pretty please.”
“Sure.” And he did. You didn’t really need help, you just wanted to bother and talk to Damian.
The two of you were close acquaintances but not friends. He was you favorite pompous rich a-hole and you were one the most tolerable people at GA to Damian
After this class you were done. You were transferring books to and from your backpack when your best friend, Lienne, pulled up next to you.
“What are you doing after school? Do you want to have a sleep-” If you didn’t stop her now it would turn into an investigation.
“I’m working at the clinic after school, but I can come over after and we can have a sleepover all you want,” you smiled at her.
“Ok. See you after work. Oh, and bring those chips I like please,” she says walking away. You chuckled at her.
You worked at a pet shop clinic. You loved it. You weren’t a people person, you were a pet person. I loved cats, dogs, and hamsters. Any domestic house pet you could get your hands on, you loved it. They were so much easier to deal with than people.
You were peacefully playing with a hamster while it was quiet in the store. Suddenly 2 men rush in. You put the hamster back in its cage and turned to the 2 men. They both looked like they were freaking out.
“We need your help! Like it's an emergency,” the tall one said. He had jet black hair and a white streak at the front. Then the second one spoke up.
“It’s our brother's cat,” the other one said. He was shorter, maybe 5’10/11. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He handed you an adorable little tuxedo cat. You couldn’t help but awe at it.
“Sure, what happened? Our vet is currently busy, but I can check him out and get him to see him as soon as possible.” you walked them into an exam room in the clinic. As you were assessing the cat, your boss walked in.
“What's going on here?” He asked. You explained what happened and gave your assessment of the cat to your boss. He complimented you on your good work and took over. You were happy until you felt a strain on your heart. Something was wrong with your soulmate. It felt like he was having a panic attack or something. You went to the front of the store to sit down. You were trying to steady your heartbeat to cancel his out. But of course as you sat down, someone walked in. It was none other than Damian Wayne.
“Where’s Alfred? Where’s my cat?” he asked. You walked up to him to get his attention. You were holding onto his arm while he was looking around frantically.
“Your cat? Is he a tuxedo cat?” He immediately looked down at you. “You’ve seen Alfred? Where is he?”
“Your brothers brought him in,” you explained to him calmly. You were already trying to calm your soulmate’s heartbeat and now you have to calm a frantic billionaire son. He was spouting nonsense you didnt want to listen to while you ushered him to a chair.
“Listen Wayne,” you said, shutting him up. “Your brothers brought him in. I assessed him and the vet is now with him. He's going to be fine”
You could tell your words helped, but he was still anxious. It was kinda cute that he cared this much for a cat. One time you saw him roll his eyes at a school assembly about suicide. But he was still breathing heavily. At this point your heartbeat was calm but you could still feel your soulmate’s fast heart.
You took Damian’s hand and put it over your heart, and you did the same to him. That's when you felt it. People who already met their soulmates said once you know it's this indescribable, thrilling feeling. They were right. It was like time stopped and nothing else mattered. Your hearts synced and that's all you both felt. You both stared into each other’s eyes. You opened your mouth to speak but was interrupted.
“Are we interrupting something?” The tall brother asked. You quickly moved back from Damian, putting your hands at your side.
“Yes”
“No”
You both spoke in unison. You looked at him, but he was glaring at his brothers.
“So what did Dr. Goldwin say?” you asked, smiling before it got awkward.
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“OMG OMG OMG!” Lienne squealed, jumping around her room. “YOUR SOULMATE IS DAMIAN WAYNE.”
You weren’t surprised at her reaction when you told her. She always had a knack for the dramatics. As she was jumping around, spouting how beautiful your wedding was going to be, you got a text from your “future husband”.
Damian ☹️: Hello Y/N
Let’s go out on a date Saturday
Send me your address and I'll pick you up at 2pm
Y/N : I’d love to go out with you 😉
You’ll tell Lienne once she calms down. She's going to freak.
So… what do you think???
I’m working on request so plz don’t think I forgot abt those.
#damian wayne x reader#damian wayne#damian al ghul#damian al ghul x reader#damian wayne x female reader#damian wayne x y/n#damian wayne x you#batfam#batfam x reader#dcau#dc universe#dc comics#jason todd#tim drake#damian al ghul wayne#damian al ghul x female reader
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PART TWO OF PET AND PICKLE but now its Pet and Pickle and Barista and Love :3
All the listeners are referred to as women, the first one is gender neutral but i couldnt help myself with this one T^T
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Pet and Pickle deciding on one of their sleepovers that they need to expand their friendship group.
Pickle saying she could look into her childhood best friend, Barista, so she does and finds that she was taken in by a gang. Pickle doesn’t give up though and contacts the gang lord, explaining the situation and Warden finds it so amusing that he allows it (and with the knowledge of who Issac is and knowing he’s trustable)
Pet contacting her emergeny contact, who just so happens to be Dontis, asking if he know anyone who would be interested in their friendship group, Dontis asking Love and Love agreeing, they dont ask Xanthus though since he definitely would have to threaten them or what not.
Their stupid little group chat that took way too much effort to create talks daily and about literally EVERYTHING.
The texts consist mostly of “goodnight pookies :D”s and “good morning besties :3”s.
All of them agreeing to meet up in a park for a picnic together, they tell their partners that it’ll be a cute date in a pretty park but in reality its a massive fuck off picnic where the girls wrestle and make flower chains, laughing about random things.
The guys are just so confused about how this even happened, Issac being the awkward little shit he is, Xanthus angrily staring at everyone except for Love, Elias trying to start conversation and trying to ease the tension but inevitably fails and Asirel with his thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose the whole time, how the hell did they end up here.
The girls becoming best friends immediately and playing random stupid little games like duck duck goose, hide ‘n’ seek and tag whilst the guys dont understand the how they can be so trusting and have so much fun with people they’ve known for maybe a month.
The girls would all kill for eachother and are so close that they form a pact where if any of them are in trouble then the others would come rescue them no matter what.
They call themselves the bestfriend squad, the guys hate it.
They have frequent sleepovers but have to rent out places because none of the guys trust the others enough to go to their own houses.
Matching pj’s all the way. DUH
They dress up for halloween together, they give each other gifts, they NEED to throw birthday parties for each other and god forbid they find out its any of they guys birthdays.
They have created their own little family in a matter of weeks and their favourite days are when Dontis comes over too and they all get piggy back rides. :3
Two words. CUDDLE PILE >v<
Talking about how they all met and they’re all horrified to hear about each others.
“Yeah, Xanthus cornered me in an ally, i stabbed him and then he drank my blood. I love him so much” :)
“…. HE DID WHAT?!”
“Yeah, Issac kinda just picked me up in an alleyway and took me home”
“SO HE KIDNAPPED YOU?!”
“Oh, Elias saved my life when a rival gang blew up the coffee shop i was working at”
“Sweet but YOUR WORKPLACE EXPLODED?!
“Asirel bought me”
“What the actual fuck”
Thats basically how that went.
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BUT let me know if yall want more because i love them :3
This writing style is one of my favs and is the easiest but it also means the posts are fairly short most of the time :(
You can find part 1 here
And part 3 here
Find masterlist here
BAIIIIII :D
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Shit I did/said as a kid/teen as the Valorant agents (I’ve never had a concussion or broken bones)
Hey guys its close to finals week when im writing this i have no idea when ill post it, but enjoy!!
Brimstone: Took charge of a group project but ended up doing the whole thing myself. (15)
Viper: Willingly grabbed a wild snake to show my mom when I was 3, but cried when they wanted me to hold a tarantula (3 then 6)
Omen: For some reason me and my friends use to play that we lost our memory, we really just used it as an excuse to be mean. (I was 9)
Cypher: Spent hours on an app that let me see city cameras in china or something (9 maybe? I'm not sure)
Sova: The first time i went fishing with my grandfather (RIP grandpa) I was so proud, then i dropped it on the ground and it flopped into the water. (i was 5)
Sage: My friends and i would hop the fence at our elementry school to go pick wildflowers, we had to stop because we got ticks (9 or 10)
Pheonix: My best friend at the time asked me what I would do if my future boyfriend gives me a knuckle sandwaich and I replied that I would eat it. I still would (my now boyfriend would never raise a hand against me) (i was 5)
Jett: A boy was showing off how fast he could run, so i tripped him (i was 8)
Raze: I spraypainted the sidewalk beside my house because i wanted to make art (I wanted to use the spray cans) then i got scolded. (I was 7)
Breech: I am autistic and someone said oh she cant shes autistic, so I bit them i dont know how old i was nor do i remember what they said.
Reyna: I would play the wack a mole game at the arcade so I could use the hammer to hit my best friend, she did the same to me (8?)
KillJoy: When i played Valorant for the first time my online friend made me play KJ because i was german (17)
Skye: While i was going my usual tree climbing, i saw a spider. I decided to fall to the ground, I got up just fine, then climbed a diffrent tree where i found a bee hive. (idk 11? maybe) Yoru: When I fIrst got glasses and I could actually see, I looked at my nana and asked her what happened to her face, then I threw up (I was 4)
Astra: I love the stars so much, I used to think we all became stars when we died because the movie princess and the frog, and I cried when the cathloic church said we didnt (I was 6)
KAY/O: In MMA class we had to do an excersize where the others would have to stop us from making it to the other side. Most of the kids dog piled on me, a 150 pound boy got on my back, yet I still made it across the room (idk I was 11 and weak, but for a treat after, I was strong) Chamber: My friend taught us pole dancing at recess and for some reason the teachers never stopped us. (we were in 5th grade about 10?)
Neon: I watched my younger brother slide into the Oven door. My parents for some reason put it in the living room. I tried to help him by saying it was the dog. However Our dog was living with my grandparents. (7?)
Fade: Spent a whole hour meowning at a random cat in France (I was 12, and where were my parents?) Harbor: I am a huge history nerd, I did three book reports on the titanic, Then when we had to be characters for a fake museum where we would have to preform for epople I decided to be the drunk man that survived (I was 10, why didnt a teacher tell me no?)
Gekko: I had one of the electronic Furbies, i still have that yellow shit. Me and my brother were playing with him and he turned evil and we got so scared. For a month we made our mom put him under a flowerpot with 2 bibles on top of it. (I actually dont know how old I was)
Deadlock: My grandma gave me a sewing kit for one of my birthdays so I just threw it at people (6)
Iso: Collected little rocks at recess then put them in the shoes of kids I didnt like (6)
Clove: Jumped off the top of the playground because I wanted to impress my crush, then I hit my head on the slide pole. Surprisingly I ended up being just fine.
Vyse: ummm I had a Wiggle (if anyone remembers those) and I would constantly bully it. I actualy dont know how old I was but I was a kid
Honorable mention: I farted in church when i was 4 and blamed it on Jesus and apparently you’re not supposed to do that. Also this is a rough memory and stir from the top of my head, I have childhood trauma
Anyways i finally got therapy. Byeeee working on a request rn
#valorant#omen valorant#sage valorant#brimstone valorant#viper valorant#cypher valorant#sova valorant#Pheonix Valorant#jett valorant#raze valorant#Breech valorant#reyna valorant#killjoy valorants#skye valorant#yoru valorant#astra valorant#valorant kay/o#chamber valorant#neon valorant#fade valorant#harbor valorant#valorant deadlock#iso valorant#clove valorant#valorant vyse
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hi bittersweet polyshow thing i came up with in the shower (tw death mention, but nothing that's not already discussed in canon)
EDIT ITS A FIC NOW GO READ THAT INSTEAD
one of the only things emu truly regrets never being able to do is introduce her partners to her grandfather. she wishes he could be there to watch tsukasa's performances, to listen to nene's singing, to admire rui's directions. he would have loved playing the piano with tsukasa, or boasting about nene's gaming high scores, or to mess around with rui's drones. he would have adored these three show idiots who made emu feel like the most special girl in the whole wide word. how emu wishes he could have met them.
emu confides this in tsukasa one day through a casual little remark. she only meant it as an off-hand thing, not really expecting him to remember it for very long.
(oh, how wrong she was.)
on the day of emu's grandpa's birthday, emu awoke to a text from nene asking if they could meet near a local cafe after school quick. when she arrived, it wasn't to find nene with a latte for herself and a hot chocolate for emu, but the rest of her troupe in slightly nicer outfits than usual (aka nene was wearing her favorite dress and rui had on a long skirt and knitted sweater instead of the hoodie designed to camouflage only in a roller skating arena). rui took them over to a nearby flower shop to pick out small bouquets (though none of them would tell her why, exactly). rui told them all about what flowers grew where, the species that pollinated them, the meanings we have given them, and anything else that could come to mind. once they had a satisfactory selection, they followed tsukasa over to pxl and through the secret back entrance of the wonder stage.
there, tsukasa explained how, when she mentioned it, he truly did wish he could meet her grandpa, too. how they all wished they could. he, rui, and nene had gone to emu's brothers soon after, asking if there was anything special they could do to honor his memory with her. they had chosen her grandpa's birthday over his death anniversary, partially because the date had only been a week away but mostly because he would have wanted to celebrate life, not passing. they wanted to go to his burial site or a memorial place, but turns out he never wanted one built in the first place. he had always been a free spirit, never tied to one place even in death. so, they chose the best place they could think of - the stage he loved so dearly, where emu fell in love with the world, and where they fell in love with emu.
the four of them set their flowers down on the front row of the audience. emu arranged them into a little heart. then, she tackled them in a massive bear hug and told them just how much this meant to her and how grateful she is to have met them and just how super mega epic wonderhoy this all was (though she spoke mostly through emuisms so the only person who really understood was rui). (and if they all started crying a little too, nobody but them had to know)
they went and got taiyaki afterward. it had never tasted so warm and sweet.
(thinking about it later, emu realized; though she may never have gotten to see his reaction to them, in a way, hadn't he already met the ones she loved? hadn't he been watching over them the whole time? the ones who brought smiles to that stage, who performed and laughed and grew there, who saved the dream he created? who saved the little girl he loved so much?)
#polyshow#polysho#wxs#wonderlands x showtime#project sekai#anyways. shower thoughts. im not proofreading this so if it doesnt make sense sorry#but yeah. emu's grandpa. what a guy. he would have loved them#also rui wasnt allowed to choose his own outfit for this nene made it for him (per tsukasa's request)
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wip wednesday (sept 18 24)
JJK time travel fix it fuck it up fic CHAPTER TWO (in which gojo ends up back in time and decides its time for a hostile takeover) sukugo/stsg rating: gojo plots murder
“So I think I’m going to kill the higher-ups next week,” Gojo announced to Nanami and Shoko that evening.
Nanami choked on the beer he was drinking, squawking like he was dying even more when Gojo (very gently) slapped his back to help him.
“Stop that before you break his ribs,” Shoko chided, reaching over the table to shove him away from Nanami.
“I was helping!”
“Helping make my life more difficult when I end up having to heal him.” Shoko gave him a pointed, blank look. “And it sounds like I’ll have my hands full in the next few days, so I want to enjoy my night.”
“Ah, it’s fine; I won’t do it until at least Tuesday. You’ve got time.”
“No,” Nanami said between coughs, pounding on his own chest. “Stop talking. I don’t want to hear this.”
Gojo leaned to the side, face fully in Nanami’s space. Nanami tried to lean backwards but there wasn’t much room in the inside of the booth he was trapped in. Regret was already written over his face, but regret was the only emotion Gojo ever got from Nanami, so he paid it no mind. “Don’t worry, Nanami! I’m not killing them just for shits. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll definitely enjoy it, but this is just because Sukuna said society’s hierarchy should be determined by strength and he thought I’d be in charge, and I’m thinking he might be right.”
One second, two, three of Nanami processing what Gojo had just said. Confusion ran across his face followed quickly by abject horror before settling into resignation as he said, “What?” Fingers pressed against his forehead, pinching away the headache he would most likely claim was growing. “Why are you enabling this idiocy?” he asked Shoko.
Shoko laughed and tossed back her whiskey. “Oh, right. You don’t know. Gojo is apparently from next year.” She nodded in Gojo’s direction. “He made a whole timeline. It’s pretty interesting. You die, apparently, but I make it.”
Nanami’s face looked even more pinched as he dragged his own drink to his mouth.
“Yeah, I died, too,” Gojo added. “Which, you know, kinda sucked, but as far as ways to die go, I’d say that was a solid nine out of ten. Pretty fun, all things considered.”
Nanami mouthed ‘fun’ with disbelief against the rim of his cup.
Shoko was still laughing, entirely too amused for what was, in fact, a very serious situation. Gojo didn’t mind, though. Unlike some people (Suguru), she took his threats seriously. She just thought he was naturally funny, which he was. “And get this: he’s also in love with Ryoumen Sukuna now.”
Nanami started choking again. Gojo very pointedly did not try and help him this time.
“The mummified fingers?” he finally managed. He dropped his glass back down onto the table, but only because it was empty.
“Mm,” Gojo acknowledged. “I’m pretty sure he’s at least a little in love with me, too. Or at least he was; now I have to go through the whole process of seducing him again. Fuck. It went so perfectly last time! I nearly killed him. He killed me. We had a moment!”
Nanami blinked very slowly at him. “And this is why…you want to kill the higher-ups,” he said, voice dry.
Gojo waved him off with one hand and sat back in his chair. “Nah. That wouldn’t impress him; they’re too weak. I’m going to kill them for me.” He beamed as he said it, delighted by the thought.
Nanami rubbed his forehead like that would at all ease the impending headache growing behind his eyes. He didn’t get it. Of course not. Gojo nodded as he decided to explain further.
“Here’s the thing: I didn’t kill them last time. I mean, I did. I completely butchered those fools, and it was the best part of my birthday.” Nanami looked like he wanted to die. Gojo ignored it and continued. “But I didn’t before they fucked everything. I could’ve. I should’ve. But, you know, everyone’s so insistent you have to be a good person all the time. If you murder people, they’re all ‘oh you’re an evil cult leader now, you have to be kicked out of society’.”
“To be fair,” Shoko interjected, “Geto deserved it. Don’t defend him for that; he dumped you at a KFC.”
“First of all, he didn’t dump me. We just grew apart. Because he’s obnoxious and I can’t stand listening to him talk. Also, the whole murdering most of the world thing is a big turn-off. If he’d only decided to murder a couple thousand people, I could’ve been on board.”
Shoko and Nanami exchanged a look.
“Anyway,” Gojo continued. “That’s not the point. I tried being a good person, and it didn’t end well for anyone. And killing those idiots was both fun and a net good, so why wait this time? I’ll do it now. Before everything is fucked. I can’t possibly run things worse than they do.”
It was possible Nanami mouthed something like, ‘so we’re all doomed,’ right before he downed the rest of his drink, but Gojo, as always, graciously ignored him.
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Happy Birthday, Blondie - Larissa/Melissa
Hello hello! For the first week of Back on The Writing Horse (you can find the original post and masterlist here) I am using prompt 2553 by @promptsforthestrugglingauthor
"Are you going to just spend the day alone?"
"That's what I do most days. It doesn't make a difference to me."
Thank you to @scream-queenlover for picking that prompt out for me and making this lovely cover art to go with the fic, as well as the closing one.
Fandom: Wednesday (2022) and Abott Elementary Characters: Larissa Weems / Melissa Schemmenti Tags: Friendly banter, Dare I say it's fluff? (it's fluff), Food, Mentions of skipping meals. Words: 1497
Happy Birthday, Blondie (link to AO3)
…Kind regards
Larissa Weems, principal of Nevermore Academy.
Larissa sighed in relief after clicking the send button on the latest email. Today had been quite the whirlwind of phone calls, emails and meetings, and it was still only lunchtime, who knew what the afternoon would entail. She closed her eyes, massaging her temples to try and stave off the tension headache she was starting to feel building up. She loved her job, and she loved Nevermore, but there was just something about this sort of days that really took a lot out of her.
The door to her study chose that moment to slam open, noisily hitting the cabinet at the end of its run. “Well, if it isn’t our principal caught dozing off at work!”
There was only one person in Nevermore who had the guts to barge into Larissa’s office unannounced and insult her work ethic at the same time. Larissa refused to give her the satisfaction of opening her eyes.
“What is it, Melissa?”
“Oi! At least look at me when you sigh my name. That’s a privilege not many people have, if you usurp it, I’ll have you move back to using Miss Schemmenti.”
“And we wouldn’t want that.” Larissa deadpanned. But she did crack open her eyes. The fiery head of her coworker was almost too bright in the sunlight that streamed in from the tall windows of her office.
“For sure not today of all days!” The smug grin on Melissa’s face told Larissa that the redhead knew she had won this round. Damn it.
“And what’s so special about today?” Asked Larissa petulantly.
“Are ya kidding me, Blondie?” Melissa looked at her as if she expected some sort of trick from her. Or a smart remark. That was their thing after all. A constant banter, prodding at each other trying to find the right button to push to make the other concede a point in their match of wits.
Larissa liked that. She had been too used to people in awe of her, or too scared of her power (both the political one and the actual shapeshifting) to pose much of a challenge for her. When Melissa joined Nevermore, Larissa had at first balked at what she had perceived as blatant disrespect from the latest addition to staff. But after a while a sort of understanding had formed between the two women, a sort of mutual recognition of kindred spirits (aided by a couple of heart-to-hearts brought along by copious amounts of wine, but they didn’t talk about those too much).
Melissa must have read that she was still missing the point, because she lifted her eyes to the ceiling, as if to ask the heavens to grant her patience, and strode forward to place a cafeteria tray on Larissa’s desk. Larissa blinked at the plates: on one, a heaping portion of lasagna that looked way too good to be standard Nevermore fare, and on the second, bigger plate, a whole chocolate cake, complete with a dripping layer of decadent ganache and a wonky writing that recited: Are you a natural blonde or did you dye for attention?
Larissa tried to avoid drooling at the sight, while her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she had skipped breakfast, again, this morning.
“Happy birthday, Blondie.”
Oh. Was it today? Larissa could’ve sworn today was still Thursday and her birthday wasn’t until…
…her eyes fell on the stylish calendar perched on the side of her desk.
Friday, February 16th.
Whoops.
“You can’t be serious. You had to check the calendar to be sure it was your birthday?”
“No!” Larissa lied quickly. “I just hmm…I wanted to check something, that’s all.”
“Sure, sure, whatever makes you sleep at night. Eat up, you don’t want my lasagna to get cold.”
Larissa picked up the fork. That was Melissa’s cooking. That’s why it looked – and smelled! – so absolutely divine.
“Thank you by the way, you didn’t have to.”
“Oh please. We both know that you skip more lunches than the ones you actually eat. At least on your birthday you should enjoy some good cooking.”
Larissa dipped her fork into the lasagna, inclining it sideways to slice a bite off of it and scooping it up to bring it to her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed in pure bliss as she chewed. It was an explosion of flavors and textures, perfectly balanced and delicious in every aspect. The fullness of the meat, the tangy and yet sweet tomato sauce, the sheets of pasta cooked to perfection, all enveloped by the smooth embrace of the bechamel sauce…it wasn’t just a lasagna, it was a masterpiece.
“Wow.” Was the only word that she could form before she dove back in.
She heard Melissa’s throaty chuckle, and knew without raising her eyes that there was another self-satisfied smile adorning her lips. Well, Larissa could allow her this one. The lasagna was really something else.
They sat in silence for some time while Larissa ate, Melissa having slouched in one of the armchairs in front of Larissa’s desk, as perfectly at ease as if she was in her own living room, before the redhead spoke conversationally.
“You know, I am glad I dropped by at lunch break, so I managed to remind you in time to get ready for whatever you have planned tonight. Not attending your own birthday party would be kinda lame.”
Larissa took her time swallowing the bite before she replied.
“Oh, that’s kind of you, but I don’t have anything planned for tonight. Just a quiet evening in, you know?” Actually, the more this conversation went on, the more Larissa was looking forward to curling up on her couch with a bottle of wine and some good music. Maybe read a bit, too? She almost didn’t remember the plot to the novel she was reading, so long it had been since she last had time to open it. Was that lame? She had just turned 46, she was allowed to wallow a bit and not go out and celebrate if she didn’t feel like it. Right?
“Oh come on. You’re not gonna spend your birthday evening here in your office, are you?”
“Why not? It’s a very nice study, I spent years decorating it just like I want to.”
“Yeah of course. I mean what’s a better birthday companion than a stuffed raven, after all? But seriously, Larissa,” Melissa’s tone turned serious, and the fact that she used her first name instead of a ridiculous nickname signaled that this was not a question Larissa could brush off flippantly, “are you really going to just spend the day alone?"
"That's what I do most days. It doesn't make a difference to me." Larissa shrugged, cleaning the last bit of lasagna sauce off the plate with the side of her fork. She had never been a huge fan of birthdays anyway.
“Absolutely not! I will not allow that.”
“I…beg your pardon?”
“You may beg all you want but you won’t get out of this. Be all ready and dolled up at six this evening. I might not have as many resources here in Vermont but the ex-husband of my second cousin owns the most disreputable dive bar in Williston. We’re going.”
“Melissa, there’s no need to…”
“No no. You misunderstand. This was not a question. You’ll be coming with me to party on your birthday night whether you like it or not, Miss Weems. And you’ll have the time of your life doing so.”
Larissa met her eyes, her bright green eyes looking up at Larissa as if challenging her to disagree, and all it did was make a lovely warmth spread in the taller woman’s chest. She shook her head, an exasperated smile climbing to her lips.
“Alright, alright, you stubborn woman. You win. We’ll go celebrate my old age at your shady bar. But you’re offering the first round.”
“Ha! As if I’d let the birthday lady pay for her own drinks! I’ll have you know that my nonna raised me properly!”
They made eye contact across the desk, blue meeting green with an intensity that was new and warm and exciting. Larissa tried to convey in that gaze how much Melissa’s actions meant to her. Not just the cake and the birthday wishes. Hell, not even the invite to go out together. It was the fact that Melissa was there for Larissa in a way nobody had been in a very long time.
“Thank you, Melissa.” She said, frustrated at herself for being unable to say more, and yet charging those two simple words with all those untold things.
She was able to see the blush crawling up the other woman’s cheeks at her gratitude, and couldn’t help but think how adorable it made Melissa look. Clearly embarrassed, the redhead ran a hand through her locks and spoke in a gruff voice.
“So are you just gonna stare or are you gonna try the cake?”
The End
For anyone wondering, this is loosely in the same universe as my other Larissa/Melissa fic, New Teacher In Town. You can find more of my fics in my masterlist
Next fic in the challenge >
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Hey!! just started following you and I would absolutely love if you wrote some "what we do in the shadows" Nadja x reader, vampire smut :') Also if you haven't watched the show Oh My God, its my current obsession. gay vampires what more could you want.
The Halloween Snack
Vampire Nadja x humanfem!reader
Warning: smut, praise kink, slight degradation, choking kink, biting kink, slight draw of blood, cunniligus, fingering, slight overstiumlation, pet names, nipple play, feral play, not much dialog etc.
A/n: I've never really watched the show actually but I've definitely seen her in edits and I can remember watching season 1 I think, it was a pleasure to write this! Hope you enjoyed darling, also sorry this took so long.
You groaned in frustration as you looked at your reflection through the mirror. This was the fifth dress that you tried on that you didn't like or you thought didn't suit your personality very much. It was a skin tight black dress that stopped right above your knees with strip back openings.
Nadja had asked you to be her plus one for a Halloween party last minute - well two weeks ago to be exact. You just didn't know what to wear. Not that Nadja would judge you but, you wanted to atleast impress her but luck just wasn't on your side tonight.
Nadja and you had been friends for quite some time. She was funny, kind..... sometimes, sassy, fashionable and excruciatingly evil. But to be fair she was the most kindness towards you. That might be hard for some people to believe because when you first became her roommate other students had told you that she hated the presence of humans, every semester they would place her in a dorm by herself.
They said, One slip up and she just might rip you to shreds making a fine dress for herself out of your flesh.
Or that you'd constantly be walking on egg shells, one day she'd like you being around then quickly get tired of you, and possibly rip your throat out. Everyone on campus had their fair share of horrific experience with the vampire. But on the first day of moving in, as dark as everyone claimed her to be she was actually your light, a sunshine. Now as cliché or ironic as that might sound it was the God given truth. You saw the way nadja talked to people, treated them, looked at them. Never once was she ever the same with you.
When it came to you she was like a puppy lover, soft and compassionate. Thoughtful even. For your birthday once she gaved you a gold bat pendant necklace with her initial on it. You started developing feelings for her, I mean everyone had feelings for nadja. She was insufferable, hot and a total vibe. She would call you specific pet names that she specially came up with such as, darling, babes, and love.
Whenever she called you by one of theses names you had to try your best not to fall falt on your face. Being with her made you weak to your knees. Her accent was so dreamy, the way your name rolled off her tongue had you squirming or blushing like a silly school girl in love, you especially loved the way she would read out loud her romance book that she writes at night whenever she thinks that you'd already fallen asleep.
Her eyes were also another factor that had you Turing as red as a tomato. Every time she glanced at you or gazed at you with her sultry eyes , you had to try your best not to scream your voice out. Soon Nadja would noticed the way you could clench your thighs whenever she spoke in a raspy voice towards you whenever she got upset with you at something. Or how you would whisper a little " oh god" whenever she winked at you or called you a" good little pet".
She used this to her advantage and teased you constantly non - stop , it's safe to say she knew what to do to have you on your knees in no time..... and we're not talking about vampire powers here.
You sighed once again in frustration as you sat on your bed with tears in your eyes. It's not like you didn't have enough time to plan for this party, you just didn't know what to wear. And everything you had looked either too girly or just not Halloween themed. You heard a soft knock before the door to your room opened as nadja peeked her head in.
" you ready or what babes?" she asked approaching you. When your didn't respond to her, she entered the room taking slow but carful strides towards you, tilting her head slightly to get a good look at your face, she noticed that you were crying. Upon seeing this she quickly knelt infront of you and gently grabbed hold of your chin to get you to look at you.
" aw darling what's wrong?" You sniffed and rolled your eyes as you moved to stand, nadja standing quickly with you. You felt small. You didn't want her to see you cry, she'd probably think your weak or cast you away for being a cry baby, but not answering her won't help the situation. It will only make it worse.
" Well, are you gonna fucking answer me or do I need to stand here all night and act as your therapist that you pay for extra tissues?" it was a rhetorical question but you heard the frustration in her voice. You sighed as you turned to look at her. God her eyes.... they would deadly poisoning when she was upset. her eyebrows were quirked in a worried expression and her lips stayed pinched as she studied your every move.
" i don't know what to wear" you spoke in annoyance as you turned to look into the mirror once more. Nadja bit her lip as her expression dropped. What started questioning if maybe what she was thinking was harsh or maybe what she was seeing was wrong. On your body was a perfectly well fitted dress, that matched the occasion you were going to attend and one that she didn't see a problem with.
" forgive me if I'm blind sweetheart but I really don't see anything wrong with this outfit, my love". you huffed, walking into your closet you began to toss out numerous pairs of clothes onto the floor. Nadja watched in awe as you looked through your closet, she smirked tilting her head to the side, admiring the way the dress was hooked on your body.
Your curves, the way your hips swayed. The thoughts got the best of her, she watched as you bent down to pick up a shirt and got back up. The dress you were wearing now showed off your curves plainly.
You turned to glance at her before continuing your hunt.
" and what are you supposed to be dresses as?" You heard as she sat on your bed and sighed, groaning as she cracked her back before proceeding to respond.
" myself duh" she spoke watching as you fought to unzip your zipper on the side of your dress. She got up and walked back over to help you. She gently gripped your hips and pulled the zipper down, you were too busy looking for a skirt to notice that she got lost in a trance as she stared at your red lace underwear like a pyscopath or perhaps - a total vampire pervert. She reached out her hand too touch your skin but pulled back. She was utterly desperate......
Your skin looked smooth, the density of the flesh twinkled in her eyes. Just one touch.... one bite.... even the smallest nibble will suit her well....
Her eyes flicked up towards your neck, the delicate flesh with a irritable beating pluse. When she bit into the sweet flesh, to hear your moan, taste your blood, Oh what she would give to taste you. Both your blood and your -
" nadja?" She flinched as her body forced her snapped out her corrupted trance. She realized that she was now face to face with your lips as you looked at her confused. Temptation was running high for nadja, her pupils delayed, her eyes darkening as she looked up at you.
" may I kiss your neck, darling please" you were a bit taken back by the suddeness and randomness that the question held but who were you to deny 'the nadja ' a taste of your skin, after all you'd be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't dreama about this moment. You gulped as nodded slowly, titling your neck to provide her with the required access. She smirked as her eyes beamed at your approval. Her super speed allowed her to push you up against the wall. Both her hands grapped your hips firmly as her body laid flush against yours. Before she could lean down to began what ever mission she had intended to do, you gently pushed against her biceps.
" please don't bite me nadja" she chuckled softly but nodded her head, silently agreeing. Her lips hovered over your skin debating whether or not to truly bite or to just enjoy the moment, who knows it might just be the last time she even gets to touch you. As soon as her lips made contact with your neck, it was a if a light switch went off for her. She immediately started nipping and sucking at the tender flesh.
You whimpered when you felt her finger tips grazing across your scalp, carefully pulling on your hair. you exclaimed when nadja's fangs scrape across your flesh.
" f- fuck nads no hickeys either" you manged to crack out slightly pulling away to look at her. She looked straight back at you with predatory eyes. It was evident that she was absolutely blood thirsty. But you couldn't let her bite you - you just couldn't..... fuck it, who cares about rules and morals.
Your lips met nadjas lips in a hasty passionate kiss as you used your body to push her back against your bed. She fell onto the soft mattress with a gentle thud and a small gasp. Biting her lips with lidded eyes she used her body strength to turn you over beneath her, straddling you instead.
" looks like someone's a little eager" she teased, her voice dripping with honey. You moaned as you felt her thigh slip in between your legs, parting them away from eachother. Nadja smirked she then moved to attacked your neck once more.
" oh God nadja p-please" you moaned as you titled your head providing her with more access to your neck. You could hear her chuckle softly before feeling a dull but sharp pain in your neck. You winced as your back arched as you felt her fangs dig into the skin of you flesh, drawing a slight blood flow.
You feel nadja body relax above you, as she whimpered quietly. She then slowly removed her fangs from the wound before placing a chaste kiss there. She removed the straps of your dress exposing your breasts to her. Her eyes lingered on them before they flicked up to yours.
You granted her the permission her eyes searched for. She took it upon herself to latch her mouth onto one of the already erected bud. Your eyes rolled back as your hands flew to her hair. A moan escaped from you causing nadja to look up at the sinful sight about her. As You arched your chest into her mouth your grip in her hair tightened even more.
Your body temperature began to increase and so did the heat in your core. Your breathing picked up when nadja slide her hand down your stomach, she toyed with the hemming of the dress before pushing it up around your hips then proceeding to pull your underwear to the side.
She realesed your nipple with a pop before moving to the other one. You whimpered as your eyes rolled back, pleasure started taking over your mind leaving you fuzzy and completely under nadja mercy.
She wasted no time bringing her fingers back to her mouth where she then spat on them before quickly sliding them in and out of you without warning. You gasped as you spread your thighs even wider hoping that she was go deeper.
She slowly sinks two fingers back into your cunt, curling them slowly, before pulling out completely, spreading your wetness to your clit. you let out quiet whimpers at the stimulation as your eyes flicked back, her fingers gently teased your pulsing clit. you call her name in a quiet whisper, in attempt for her to give you what you wanted.... what you needed most. its a plead you can’t help but let out. her actions send waves of heat surging throughout your body.
She then shoved her two digits back into your dripping cunt. You let out a silent sob at the sudden intrusion. Nadja curled her fingers at the right spot where she felt you clench down tightly. She grunted as she started sucking brutally on your nipple as if she's getting milk from doing so.
Your gummy walls hugged her two digits so good that she picked up the pace. You were a hot mess beneath her, gasping and moaning ever so slightly. Nadjas fingers curled deep within you which caused you to erupt in pleasure.
" That's it darling, God I wish I had taken it upon myself to fuck you sooner" she muttered while looking down at you. Your hair was completely ruined and sprawled out on the pillows, tears were evident in your eyes as your mascara started running down your cheek. You looked gorgeous.
You couldn't even think straight, you began muttering incorhent sentences. She could feel your walls already spasming around her fingers indicating your close to your first orgasm.
Nadja pulled her fingers from your cunt at the right moment just before you reached your high. Seeing the confusion mixed with frustration in your eyes boosted her ego to destroy you even more.
She crawled down to the end of the bed coming face to face with your aroused pussy. She smirked before putting both of your legs on her shoulder, kissing your ankle while doing so.
Again like some sort of feral animal that hadn't eaten for days she wasted no time, she enveloped her mouth around your clit, her tongue flicking and sucking on the tiny bud furiously in a attempt to make you cum quickly. After all you both had places to be right after this.... well... let's just say inconvenient...
You grabbed the bed sheets tightly, if you were hulk your sure that they sheets would be torn by now. You let out a pornographic moan as you felt nadja fingers slip into you once more, this time her pace was absolutely brutal and quick, making squelching noises as she hit your g- spot over and over again.
You felt coils after coils snap in you before feeling as a big one was building. You prompted yourself up on your elbows to look at nadja. Her eyes flicked up to yours for a split second before she started slurping your cunt eagerly and rapidly eating you out.
You fell back in a silent scream, feeling your legs as they began shaking dramatically. You felt as she realesed your clit with a pop but her fingers were absolutely driving you insane.
It felt so fucking good you started hyperventilating. Nadja then pushed her fingers knuckles deep into you before curling her finger and doing the barel movement.
" such a good fucking slut for mommy mhm" she cooed as her other hand wrapped around your neck tightly. its not long before you’re teetering on the edge of your orgasm, nadjas thumb rubbing tight circles around your clit, finger’s pumping in and out of your dripping cunt so deliciously.
You began seeing stars as the raven hair vampire pushed you further and further into oblivion. You shook your everything inside you as your orgasm hit you like a passing train going at a high speed.
You felt a completely drenched feeling of liquid slowly make its away from your throbbing hole to your thighs and further down. You knew exactly what just happened..... you squirted.
You blinked rapidly until you could no longer see the tiny white flying balls in your vision before sitting up straight and looking down at nadja.
She smiled softly at you before she kissed your forehead while caressing your arm.
" now that you feel like the princess that you are, you have five minutes to refreshing up so that we can hit the road my love" nadja winked before playfully smacking your biceps.
Before she left she brought her fingers to her mouth and gaved them kitten licks before smirking sheepishly at you.
She opened the door and left, leaving you in complete awe and limited time to get re- dressed. You knew that this was not the end of tonight and that after you both came back home, she's going to make you do that all over again until your screaming her name for the entire campus to hear...... and you honestly could not wait......
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Fandom: Steven Universe Rating: Teen Audiences Words: 1.4K~ Summary: Steven surprises Connie with a handmade gift. Written for Glow Week 2024, for the prompt "Casual or Surprise."
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This one took a while, but woo! Got a prompt done! It encompasses both prompts for the day in some way.
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“So, uh… I made you a little something,” Steven begins, a nervous little waver rising in the tenor of his voice.
“Oh?” Connie hums, glancing up from her book to match eyes with her friend, recently turned boyfriend. His cheeks are flushed, and he stands at the foot of the stairs as if rearing to rush up to the next level at any moment. What’s all this about?
He taps his fingertips together, his gaze floating off as he proceeds to babble away, bless him.
“Now, as context, I know it’s like, nowhere near your birthday or anything, and you’ve always been more of an ‘acts of service’ and ‘quality time’ kind of person than the sort who goes for gifts, but… well, I’ll just show you! Stay right there!”
He careens up those steps with an altogether giddy smile lighting up his face, his eager footfalls echoing throughout the whole beach house. And while she’s of course piqued with curiosity on what this mysterious little gift could be, what stands out to her most about this moment is the heartwarming realization that this is the biggest smile she’s seen from him in a very long time. It’s no understatement to say these past few months have been the most challenging months of his entire life. No, it’s not an understatement at all. And sure, many may question how she— a mere teenager with miles of her own crap still left to work through— can ever bear it, willfully spending so many hours of her life with someone in such a state of distress. Willfully asking said person to be her boyfriend while he’s trudging through the most treacherous thickets of therapy. Her parents, pragmatic as they are, even went to the extent of warning her when she voiced this intention to them… asking if she was emotionally prepared to shoulder both the natural and uncommon hardships that were sure to come with dating a boy who— just months prior— loathed his own existence so much that he literally corrupted himself into a monster.
The answer, however, is and always shall be an emphatic yes.
Because she loves him.
Because he makes her world feel like magic.
Because the things they’ve experienced together have eternally linked them at the hip.
Because she can’t imagine a worthwhile future without him anymore.
Because the lighter, casual moments like these— just hanging out together in the house, reading a book, watching her boyfriend all flushed and happy and bashful around her— make every single day of potential hardship in between worth it.
And when he dashes down the stairs clutching a huge but slender, messily wrapped parcel in both hands, tied up with curling ribbon at its ends, she discovers yet another reason why she adores him so much.
“A little something?” she says with a playful gasp, setting her book down on the coffee table as she stands to her feet. “Steven, that’s like three feet long! What on Earth did you—”
“Just open it,” he beams, passing the parcel to her.
And open it she does.
Connie is normally very deliberate in the way she pulls gift wrap apart— working from the edges so she can avoid tearing or wrinkling the paper and has scraps to re-wrap other presents in— but the second she’s revealed even the smallest swath of Steven’s handmade gift her heart skips a beat, and she feels compelled to rip the rest away in mere seconds, impatient in her desire to admire the full item.
It’s a scabbard.
More specifically, it’s a leather skinned scabbard, artfully detailed with the same repeating glyph motif that forms the borders on the maps featured within her Spirit Morph Saga books. Said detailing is a little messy, every last line clearly tooled by hand, but exudes so much love and care. There are also golden fittings affixed to the end and throat of this scabbard, as well as two sturdy buckles she could use to fasten it to her baldric.
“It’s not perfect,” her boyfriend comments, carding his fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck, “and the fittings didn’t really come out as smooth as I wanted, but I remember you always saying your current scabbard was too heavy, so… I thought I’d make a new one.”
“Wow, I—” she breathes in disbelief, running her hand across the tanned leather with reverence. “This is incredible! How did you even—?”
“Bismuth helped with a lot of it,” he says with a bit of a laugh, moving to sit on the couch again. (She follows suit, gently laying his handiwork on the table before them.) “She let me use some of her tools, and even found the original mold for your sword for me to take measurements from. Those fittings?” he points towards the metal in question, a little dented and uneven in shape, but undeniably sturdy. “Took five attempts to get right. I kept cooling them too fast.”
“Is this real leather?” she marvels, continuing to admire the nearly smooth, flat grain texture.
“Actually, yes,” he nods. “I wouldn’t usually spring for the real stuff, but… well, my uncle had a bunch of old hides he wasn’t using that he inherited from his grandfather. And then, fun fact, the core of this doesn’t even come from Earth at all! It’s sourced from some fallen trees on one of the restored Kyanite Cluster colonies. Supposed to be some of the lightest yet durable wood out there.”
Her eyes outright glisten under the intensity of all the effervescent emotions coursing through her veins. “So you’re saying you made me a scabbard from complete scratch with heirloom leather and space wood?”
“Do you… like it?” he says, rocking back and forth in his seat, no doubt probing every last facet of her expression to try and decipher her truest sentiments on his gift.
She throws out her arms in want of an embrace. “Are you kidding? I fucking love it!”
Pure, undiluted adoration surges straight through her very heart as she outright throws herself at her boyfriend, clutching upon the thick woolen folds of his jacket as she nuzzles her chin at the crook of his neck, her slow exhale radiating warmth against his skin.
She’s no stranger to an unexpected lavish gift— she remembers with fondness that day her parents surprised her with a violin, or the delicately embroidered sari her mother got her for her twelfth birthday.
But this gift… this gift was made especially for her, and the sheer sentimentality of that realization has her falling in love with this boy all over again.
“All this tooling,” she asks a few moments later, once they’ve ended their embrace. “Steven, how long did this even take you?”
A small laugh— perhaps in disbelief at the vast scope of his own handiwork— bubbles through the beginning of his reply. “Many, many weeks. I just followed some TubeTube tutorials for the bulk of it. It was nice, though— a surprisingly stress relieving outlet.”
She nods. “Yeah, I bet.”
At that point, Steven glances aside, giving (in the context of this otherwise joyous little moment) an uncharacteristically heavy exhale. Her lips curve into a frown as she studies him, his expression growing all pensive and line-y like it does whenever he’s reflecting on more personal matters. Hmm. What’s he noodlin’ about this time?
Thankfully, for once she doesn’t have to ask.
“Connie, I— you’ve been such a source of strength for me these past months,” he begins, endlessly wringing his fingers together in his lap, “and… I guess I just wanted to make you something to say that— well, that I see you. And I thank you. And that I’m so, so eternally indebted to you.”
“You’re not indebted to me, silly,” she says in the softest tone she can manage, capturing both his hands within hers, calming their nervous fidgeting. “This gift is really thoughtful and sweet and I adore every inch of it, but please— in the future, please don’t feel like you have to ‘make up’ for anything. I’m choosing to stand by your side through all this, remember? And you know why?”
The barest hint of a smile blooms across his face, the tips of his ears turning beet red.
“Because you love me very, very dearly and I need to stop listening to my jerk ass brain—?” he echoes her own line sheepishly, voice cracking at the edges like it hasn’t since he finally got his growth spurt.
“You said it yourself, mister. Now come ‘ere, you—“
With a soft giggle, she pulls him forward by the lapels of his jacket and plants a chaste kiss against his lips.
She can tell he’s not quite at a stage of recovery where he’s emotionally capable of understanding why, but one thing’s for damn sure:
She’d say yes to this boy for a thousand eternities.
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Handmade
Rating: K
“I need you to teach me how to knit.”
Kristoff turned from the stack of crates, one eyebrow raised. Alarik fidgeted, realizing how the sentence sounded.
“Um… please teach me how to knit. I'd like to try to make something for Elsa's birthday. My funds are more or less tied to Elsa, so that makes buying her a gift… well it would be her paying for it and…”
“Elsa's birthday isn't for another six months.” Kristoff spoke in a flat tone, his eyebrow raising even higher.
Alarik grimaced. “Yes, well, knowing me, it would probably take me that long to make something. Or at least, make something I wouldn't immediately want to burn.”
Kristoff remained quiet for so long, Alarik was certain he would be refused.
“I'll try. It should be interesting, at least.”
…….
It was Neta, not her father, who ended up doing most of the teaching.
Not that it was Kristoff's fault. They both agreed that Alarik had been wise to start so early. It took him a month to learn the technique, and to keep the stitches on the needles. More than once, Alarik believed it certain his brother-in-law would snap the needles in frustration.
Fortunately, Neta had found them one evening in the stables- one of the areas of the castle Elsa would be less likely to walk in on them- and took over almost immediately. Both men were equally relieved.
Neta proved to be a far more patient teacher, clearly finding Alarik's blunders more amusing than frustrating. They kept to a simple project- a pale blue scarf- but even that provided Alarik with a challenge. It took an agonizingly long time to get to a length that Elsa could wrap around her neck. Worst of all was its appearance- a lumpy mess, with holes peppering the uneven surface. It even lacked a straight edge, with parts bulging out or curving in.
Still, Neta refused to let Alarik quit, sitting at the door to his lab (it had gotten too cold to remain in the stables, and Elsa was growing suspicious of his trips there), keeping up her own, far superior, projects and coaxing him to finish just a few more rows. Eventually he got to the point of binding off, but one look at the misshapen product only solidified Alarik's certainty that he would never horrify his wife with its presence. Despite Neta’s protests, he tossed it in the corner of his lab, and left, feeling defeated and despondent.
His departure meant he failed to notice Neta picking up the scarf and placing it with her knitting.
…….
Elsa's birthday was a quiet affair, as it most often was, particularly with her pregnancy having been officially announced only two weeks prior. Save for the ringing of the Jule Bell, she'd remained inside the castle and out of public view- not that Alarik blamed her.
Still, she was smiling and cuddled close to him as she opened the gifts, and he hoped it had been a good day for her, one where her fears could be put aside. As the last of the wrapping paper was swept aside, he settled deeper into the couch, intending to spend some time simply enjoying his wife's closeness.
“There's still one gift left, Aunt Elsa!” Neta looked up at them, holding a lumpy paper parcel.
“Oh, thank you Neta! Although you've already given me so many wonderful gifts!” Elsa gestured to the small pile of knitted and carved items her niece had made.
Neta handed the parcel over with a grin, waiting until Elsa began to tear it open before adding, “It's not from me! Uncle Alarik made this!”
Alarik blinked, momentarily confused, until he caught sight of a familiar shade of pale blue. He jerked, feeling the color drain from his face.
“Neta! Oh no, no, no, no, no, no!”
But it was too late- Elsa pulled the scarf free, holding it up so every hole and misshapen stitch was on display.
“Alarik, what-”
“I tried to knit you a scarf, but… you can see the result. I don't… Neta, why did you keep that!?”
“Because you made it for Aunt Elsa! That's the important part! That's what makes it special!” Neta's chin jutted out stubbornly, her glare as fierce as any her mother could give.
Alarik opened his mouth to retort, but Elsa's soft voice cut him off.
“She's right.”
Elsa wound the scarf around her neck, running a finger over the yarn. Alarik noticed that the imperfections had become far less noticeable, and the color suited Elsa. She caught him looking, and reached over to cup his cheek.
“You made it. That makes it special. Thank you, Alarik. And thank you, Neta, for not letting him get rid of it.”
Neta grinned, jumping up to hug them both.
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Perfect To Love Part 16
Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader!PlusSize
Warnings: fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, angst, trust issues, language.
Summary: Beth Walker was used to living in the shadows. She had only one friend and anyone else who paid her mind usually bullied her for her size. So she learned to keep her mouth shut, her head down, and her heart closed because she had to accept the fact that she would be nothing more than the fat girl to people. That is until Robin decides Beth needs more in life and that might just include a boy who she never would’ve thought could see her for who she truly was.
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Beth felt at ease making things right between her and Robin. Like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. She was even interacting with the kids. The only person she had yet to smooth things over with was Steve. Robin had hinted to her that it was absolutely killing him but she still couldn’t comprehend he felt that way for her at all. That wasn’t something she could just get over in one night. That was years worth of abuse and trauma she couldn’t just erase. Fact was Steve had still hurt her, whether it was intentional or not and how can she truly believe he was attracted to her when he was asked to give her a shot in the first place? If Steve couldn’t come to love her on his own was it really love at all?
So because of that Beth had spent the better part of two weeks avoiding him. She was doing a good job to and Steve was keeping his distance. He didn’t want to force her into proximity if she wasn’t ready. He was going to do everything right this time, he just hoped she would want to actually talk to him. Christmas was coming fast, and even faster her birthday, and he was running out of time to make up with her before then. So against his better judgment he came up with a plan, a plan pre-approved by Robin and Nancy which he had both made sure to ask before he ruined things further.
“I have to stop in Mrs. Addams class before I leave, I’ll see you later” Robin suddenly said as her and Beth walked towards the school doors. The final bell before Christmas break had rung and they were on their fast way of escape.
“Oh, okay. I’ll call you tomorrow” Beth said, a bit confused by her friends sudden departure but she pulled her coat close to her and started for the doors. She only realized why Robin had parted so soon when she rounded the corner.
There Steve Harrington stood, back leaned against the wall, his white Nikes scuffed and worn. He wore a heavy red sweater and a black coat draped over his shoulders. Wet snowflakes littered through his fluffy hair, cheeks pink from the cold, and Beth only vaguely wondered what it would be like to kiss him right now.
“Hi” he jumped up, standing at attention now that Beth had appeared. She realized it didn’t really hurt all that much seeing him, in fact it was kinda nice.
“Hi” she offered a smile back and he went to wipe his palms on his jeans, this was the most nervous he had ever been.
“Look, I didn’t mean to corner you. I’m going to leave I just wanted to give you this” and Beth watched as he fumbled with his jacket pocket, pulling a white envelope free from its confinement and holding it over. Beth reached for it, begging her hand not to shake.
“Thanks” she muttered once she had it pulled to her chest and the hand that used to have the envelope ran nervously through his hair, snowflakes now melted away.
“Merry Christmas, and Happy Birthday” he offered and Beth gave him a smile. Steve took this as his cue to leave so he shoved his hands deep in his pockets and headed for the door.
“Merry Christmas to you too Steve” Beth called out and Steve froze before turning back and looking at her. Maybe it was a peace offering, a notion to be civil, but after getting to know her that would never be enough. Only knowing Beth Walker in passing was the worst way to know her, because you would forever have to live with the fact that you missed out.
Beth made her way home, the old escort stuttering to life and working overtime to pump some heat into the vehicle. Beth could feel the envelope burning a hole through her pocket but she kept herself from looking at it the whole way home, even through her house as she removed the scarf from her neck and greeted her mother with a kiss. It wasn’t until she was sat up at the desk in her bedroom, the lamp offering a warm glow, did she looked at the scratched writing on the front. It was Steves, loopy and sharp all at the same time, and her heart fluttered over the fact that he had written her name. He had written this just for her.
Dear Beth,
Absolutely nothing will change the fact that I hurt you. I know that, I accept that. Thing is I can’t accept that you think it was all fake. I’m a good friend, a loyal friend, but a shit actor. So if you think every moment between us was me pretending for the sake of Robin you are mistaken. In high school I got shit grades because I could never keep track of what I was writing in an essay but as I write this I don’t find myself getting off track because you need to know this. That guy in high school that hurt you, he forgot you because he hated himself for how he treated you. What you don’t know is that moments before he had tried to stop his friends, maybe he should have tried harder, but at least it was something. The guy I am now, he’s still new, he’s still getting the hang of things, and that guy wasn’t in high school long enough to meet you.
Yet when you showed up on my doorstep that first night he noticed you immediately. He noticed how big and bright your eyes were, how short you were, how long your curly brown hair swung around your back, and he took all of these things and noticed how beautiful you were. I asked you to that party, I asked you on that date, that was all me. I wanted to do those things with you because damnit Beth, anyone who is around you long enough knows you can’t help but fall in love with you. So Robin may have brought you to my house, asked me to get to know you, but everything else was all me, because falling in love with you has been the easiest thing I’ve done in the last two years. I’d like the opportunity to love you again, so when you’re ready let me know because there is absolutely no way I’m going to be getting over you anytime soon.
Happy Birthday!
Love, Steve
Beth had always wanted a love letter. The idea of it always pulled at her heart strings. It was such a romantic gesture, one she enjoyed in many books and many movies. Thing was she never thought she could ever receive one. Never figured someone would write the fat girl a love letter. Yet here in her hands, in the simplest terms, was a love letter from Steve Harrington. Maybe he couldn’t bring himself to say all those things out loud. He still made sure to write them down and hand deliver it to her. That had to account for something right?
Scrambling for the phone on the corner of her desk she pulled it close, fingers fumbling with the numbers as she hastily typed in Robins house number, and prayed she’d be there to pick up. “Hello”
“Robin, hey!” Beth anxiously spluttered out, dropping the letter on the desk in hopes not to crumple it too much.
“I assume you read the letter” Robin said and Beth anxiously giggled, unsure of what to do.
“I, yeah. I read it” Beth said, her foot tapping nervously unsure really why she called.
“Look Beth he’s not expecting you to chase after him. He just wanted you to know the truth. So don’t get all worked up and freaked out. Take some time to mull it over, read it a few times, bask in the feeling of being desired” Robin told her and Beth instantly remembered this was why she called. Robin knew what she was thinking and calmed her down. She didn’t need much else.
“Do you think he really loves me?” Beth asked, the phone chord coiling around her finger as she played with it. Her eyes glanced over at the letter, the word love written hastily in Steve’s rush to get all his thoughts on paper.
“I do, because you can’t put a timer on love. You’ve known him for three months, spent time with him, got to know him. Sometimes when it’s right, it’s right. Three months is just enough time if not more, to fall in love��� Robin told Beth and Beth broke out in a grin, thinking of all those moments with Steve. How for a while there they didn’t go more than a day without seeing each other. They weren’t just dating they were friends and in that time she had become friends with all of his friends too. During that she learned to love all those friends, so it was no wonder she fell in love with Steve too. It made sense especially since it hurt so much when she left him.
“I think I love him too Robin” she whispered into the phone, almost embarrassed to say it out loud because when she first met Steve she promised herself she wasn’t going too.
“I know you do Beth, so enjoy it. I’ll see you Sunday” Robin told her, smiling widely even though the girl couldn’t see it. It was almost Beth’s 18th birthday and she was happy and in love. It was all she ever wanted for Beth.
“See you Sunday” Beth muttered back and Robin hung up the phone with a click. Beth took a moment before dropping the phone and jumping up in celebration. She cheered, she squealed, and then spun around until she had fallen in a heap on her bed.
“What is going on up here?” her mother burst through the door and through excited giggles Beth could only smile at her Mom as she stood to hand her the letter. Anxiously she watched as she read and when she was done she looked up to her daughter with a smile.
“Oh Beth” and then they were hugging and jumping around together. “Are you gonna go see him?”
“I don’t know yet” Beth told her as she stepped away, retrieving the letter from her mothers grasp.
“Why not?!” she asked her and Beth shrugged as she set it back down on her desk.
“I don’t know, I think I just want some time to really let it sink in. Get my thoughts in order” she told her and Allie smiled, walking over to press a kiss to her hair.
“Do I want to ask what he meant by hurting you in high school?” she asked instead and Beth just chuckled as she shook her head.
“No, because I’m over it. Turns out I have been for a while” and Allie could only smile as she hugged her daughter again. All she ever wanted for her was to know she could be loved if she had let people in. Now it was true and a boy loved her daughter the way a boy should. Irrevocably and unapologetically.
“Dinner will be ready in an hour” Allie told her once she let her go and Beth nodded with a smile that just wouldn’t go away. Allie left the room and Beth grabbed the letter again as she laid on her bed, eyes traveling across the words that she was sure to never get sick of.
She spent the better part of the next hour trying to picture Steve writing it. Probably sat at his desk, under that red corvette picture, in his eerily empty house, as he tried to collect his thoughts. Each of those thoughts about her and that image alone warmed her heart over. The image made her long for the boy, wishing she was in that big empty house with him, comforting him, loving him. Everything was a thing of the past now, but if now, after almost three weeks of giving him the cold shoulder, and he still wanted to love her, she would just have to give him a chance. If she didn’t she’d miss out on the chance of being loved and you’d have to be stupid to miss out on that.
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a/n: the last two chapters have been written my friends, this journey we have taken with Beth and Steve has been so wonderful, and for the first time in three months I no longer have to write a new chapter for this series and in a way I feel empty. Beth was a character created to remind you all you are beautiful the way you are and can be loved by anyone if you put yourself out there and are confident in your being. I’ll get more sappy during the last chapter but thank you all so far for enjoying.
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-Spoil You Rotten-
Sam Kiszka/Reader
18+ Only!
You were only here because it was your best friend's birthday. You'd never spend this much money for a night out at such a fancy restaurant otherwise.
Your eyes scanned the room, searching for your best friend among the sea of well-dressed patrons. Every woman seemed to be draped in luxurious fabrics, their jewelry most likely more expensive than your car. Men donned in tailored outfit exuded an air of confident sophistication that you just couldn't mimic.
You, on the other hand, felt out of place in your simple ensemble, its lack of embellishments a stark contrast to the attire around you.
You shuffled past a waiter who side-eyed you a bit, finally catching a glimpse of your friends familiar hair. She grinned and waved you over, gesturing to the seat beside her.
"Hey, you made it!" She exclaimed. Her grin widened, causing you to smile as well, her joy infectious.
Your eyes glanced at the various faces at the table. You recognized nearly all of them, most being mutual friends of yours. One, though, you've never met.
He wore a purple and white bleached button up shirt, though it was half-unbuttoned, exposing his soft chest. An expensive looking gold pendant hung around his neck, the gold glinting back at you in the gentle candlelight around the table. His short chestnut hair was pushed back out of his face, showing off his honey brown eyes and a little scruff of facial hair. His lithe fingers delicately lifted the champagne glass up to his lips, your eyes following it without thinking.
Okay, you admit that this stranger was pretty. His eyes met yours for just a moment, a slight smile gracing his lips.
"Oh, Y/N, this is Sam. He and his brothers are good friends of mine, and-" Your friend kept explaining how she knew him, but to be honest, you weren't paying attention.
Sam... so that was his name...
"It's nice to meet you, Sam," you say, your voice a little breathless as you extended your hand towards him. Sam's honey brown eyes sparkled mischievously as he took your hand, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. His grip was firm, yet gentle, his fingers calloused but palms soft. Your face suddenly felt a bit warm.
"Nice to meet you too, sweetheart," Sam replied in a playful tone. He released your hand and, with a teasing wink, knocked back the rest of his champagne.
Your friend leaned over, her laughter bubbling up from her lips, "He's always like that, pay him no mind," she said, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. You couldn't help but join in her laughter, the tension from the momentary exchange easing as a sense of familiarity settled in.
As the dinner progressed, your focus shifted back to the party for your friend. Everyone presented her with various gifts; a new pair of shoes, the book series she's been eyeing for a while, a whole box of cookies from her favorite local bakery, an expensive gold bracelet from Sam, and from you, a simple hand-knit scarf.
Your gift seemed ordinary in comparison, but when she wrapped you in a tight hug you let go of your anxieties, knowing she loved it just as much as she did everything else.
You caught Sam's gaze again out of the corner of your eye, that mischievous glint in his eyes again.
"That's a great scarf, Y/N..." He mumbled, a slight twinge of admiration worming its way into his voice, "You're pretty good with your hands, eh?"
Your cheeks flushed crimson, the heat spreading across your face like wildfire. There were a few chuckles as you looked away from Sam, unsure if he was complimenting you or making fun of you.
You shook your head and tried to ignore it as a waiter came over to take your dinner orders. You silently paled at the prices, wondering if it was worth next week's groceries for a nice dinner tonight. Your decision was made for you when Sam spoke up.
"I'll pay for everyone tonight."
A few polite objections came up, but he waved them off with a chuckle, "Nope, I've already decided. Order whatever you guys like, I've got the bill handled," His eyes met yours and, for a second, you felt like he was speaking to you directly, "Let me spoil everyone a bit."
You still tried to order something inexpensive, then leaned over to your friend.
"Hey," You whispered, "Is he really gonna pay for everyone's food?"
"Oh yeah, he is. He does this all the time," She replies with a quiet laugh, "He won't take no for an answer, so don't even try."
"How does he even have so much money?" You ask in a hushed whisper. Sam didn't seem to dress excessively lavish or anything, so his apparent wealth was surprising.
"Oh, you didn't know? He's a musician, he and his brothers. They're all in a band."
You sputtered a bit, covering your noise of surprise with an awkward cough. The first chance you got, you pulled out your cell phone, tucking it under the table a bit and typing the band name into Google.
"Holy shit..." You mumbled to yourself. Sam was a celebrity?? You shouldn't have been surprised, really; the guy oozes charisma and your friend has always had a knack for befriending popular people.
You looked him up and down again, looking away when you realized he had caught you staring. Trying to avoid his gaze, you accepted a glass of wine offered to you, sipping it quickly.
"Let's raise a toast to the birthday girl!" Someone suggested, everyone agreeing.
You risked another glance at Sam as you lifted your glass, and promptly gripped the table as hard as you could.
Sam's eyes never left yours as he raised his wine glass, an unreadable expression on his face. His other hand, though, subtly pulled at the front of his shirt, exposing one of his nipples.
Fuck... He was flirting with you, wasn't he??
As soon as the toast was said, you all but chugged your wine. You were way too sober for this situation, face red and hot. Sam seemed unbothered, laughing with the others like nothing happened.
"You should go for it."
The sudden whisper from your friend surprised you, nearly giving yourself whiplash from how fast you turned to look at her.
"W-what?"
"Sam. You should totally ask him out. I bet he'd say yes."
You scoffed quietly, shaking your head, "There's no way. He's cute and all, but I'm just a nobody."
Your friend had this look on her face, like she knew something you didn't.
"It's your choice, but I think you should do it."
The quiet conversation between the two of you trailed off as the party neared its end. The lively atmosphere that had filled the room seemed to fade into a soft hum, drowned out by the rush of blood in your ears. You had indulged in a few glasses of wine at this point, the liquid adding a gentle sway to your movements. The champagne from earlier had only heightened the intoxicating haze that enveloped you.
As you stood, you could feel a slight wobble in your steps, your mind momentarily disoriented by the heady mixture of alcohol and emotions in you. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself, and wished everyone a good night.
A a chorus of farewells and well wishes met your ears, but you dared not risk a glance in Sam's direction. You knew that if your eyes were to meet, all your resolve to go home without making a fool of yourself would crumble like a sandcastle at high tide.
Instead, you focused on getting to your car and back home. You dug around for your keys, blinking away the double vision that appeared for a minute. Maybe you shouldn't drive. But, you couldn't just leave your car here...
A warm, calloused hand snagged your keys from your unsuspecting grip.
You whirled around, your eyes widening as you caught sight of Sam standing there with a gentle grin on his face, your keys held delicately between his fingers. The flickering lamplight cast a soft glow on his features, accentuating the twinkle in his eyes.
"I, ah, don't think you should be driving, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a low, melodious timbre.
"I... I can handle it," you mumbled, your voice betraying your uncertainty as you reached out instinctively for your keys. But before your trembling fingers could grasp them, Sam swiftly moved his hand out of your reach, his eyes never leaving yours.
"No, you really shouldn't," he insisted gently, his voice laced with a hint of playfulness. "It's not safe, and I wouldn't want anything to happen to you."
You watched as he let himself into the driver's side of your car, gesturing to the passenger seat.
"Well?"
"What?" You asked, not understanding.
"Are you gonna get in so I can drive you home or do you need me to help you into the car?" He asked, a small chuckle slipping out.
Drive you home?? You just met the guy tonight, and still had no clear read on him or his personality, and he had spent all night sort-of flirting with you. The logical thing would be to turn him down and just call for an Uber.
But... you couldn't lie. He was pretty, he seemed nice enough, and damn it, it's been a while since you'd went home with anyone. So, after shooting your friend a quick text, you climbed into the passenger seat of your car and told him the address so he could pull it up on his phone.
You hoped this wasn't a mistake.
The car ride was silent for a while. You stared out the window as Sam drove, occasionally taking quick glances at his reflection.
He really was pretty. There was a feminine charm to him with his soft skin and delicate limbs, but his strong features and low voice that made your knees weak gave him a masculine energy that turned heads.
When he met your gaze this time, you didn't look away.
"Y/N, you're staring," He teased, looking unbothered.
"Yeah..." You replied, wiping your sweaty palms on your thighs.
"You seem to do that a lot."
"I have... recently..."
"Mhm... I see."
The car was quiet again, too quiet. You could feel the tension in the air, and it was driving you crazy.
"Thanks for paying for everyone tonight. That was generous of you." You mumbled, hoping to break the awkward silence.
The soft illumination of the passing streetlights painted delicate shadows on his face, accentuating the contours of his features as he spoke, "I like spoiling people..." He glanced over at you, "And you looked like you could use a bit of spoiling."
Your face burned red at that, but you managed to pull a response from your lips. "I, um... thanks. I really appreciate it, Sam. If you ever want, I can pay you back..."
"Nope." Was his simple response.
"But-"
"Nuh-uh. I have more money than I know what to do with, Y/N. I'll gladly spend it on a dinner with my friends. I mean, what else would I use it on? Another piano? Trust me, I don't need you to pay me back."
You snickered at his words, grateful for his relaxed energy.
"Alright, alright. I'll let you spoil me, but only this once," You teased back as he pulled into the driveway of your apartment complex. It was then that you realized something, "Wait... how are you gonna get home?"
He shrugged, "Ah, I figure I'll call an Uber or something."
You shook you head and, before you could think about it, words tumbled out of your mouth, "How about you spend the night?"
Even Sam seemed a bit taken aback by your offer, his eyebrows wrinkling in surprise.
"You don't have to do that, I don't even live far-"
"I want you to."
And there was that tension from before. Maybe the alcohol in your system was giving you a boost of confidence, or maybe you had finally gone crazy, but you repeated what you had said, slower this time.
"I... I want you to stay the night, if you want to."
He nodded, his eyes darker than before, "Yeah. I want to."
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You'd be embarrassed about it later, but you pounced on Sam the second the door closed behind you both, your body moving with an urgency you didn't know you possessed. You pushed him up against a nearby wall, hands finding their way into his soft chestnut locks as his moved to your hips.
"Mm- fuck, babe..." Sam gasped as you both pulled away for air, "I knew you were desperate but damn."
You used the hand still buried in his hair to yank his head back, giving you room to bite at his throat. A whine clawed it's way out of his throat at the sudden sting of his hair being pulled and teeth on his neck. You giggled against his pulse.
"Who's the desperate one now?"
He rolled his eyes, gripping your hips tighter and pulling them flush to his.
"Oh, shut up and kiss me again," He mumbled, grinning against your cheek.
You two made your way to your bedroom, stumbling down the short hallway and fumbling with your doorknob for a moment before finally getting it open. Sam cornered you against the edge of the bed, his lips never leaving yours. You let your hands wander down to his pants, teasing the button with your fingers.
"Can I...?" You mumbled when he pulls away for a breath.
A low whine slipped from his lips, "Please."
You chuckle, your fingers trailing over his zipper, "Oh... I like it when you beg like that."
"Fuck, sweetheart..."
Sam didn’t stay dressed for very long after that, tossing clothes haphazardly onto your floor to find later.
Your eyes traced the contours of Sam's thin frame, absorbing every inch of him. His sharp shoulders tapered down to a slender, delicate waist and arms sculpted from years of being a musician. The soft glow of the moonlight cascading through the parted curtains highlighted the subtle lines and curves of his body, making him look softer somehow. A trail of hair, sparse yet enticing, led your eyes down to his cock, already hard and weeping against his abdomen.
"You see something you like?" He asked, a cocky grin on his face.
It was your turn to roll your eyes, pushing him onto his back and clambering into his lap. You felt him tense in anticipation beneath you as you let your hands wander over his chest, just feeling his skin beneath your palms. He gasped when you teased a nipple before moving to the other side, mirroring the action.
"...good boy..." You mumbled, not fully aware you even said it aloud.
The reaction was immediate. Sam arched his back, grinding his erection against your core with a high-pitched whine. You were surprised by the intense reaction, not expecting two little words to do so much for him.
"Did you like that?" you asked, your voice a whisper against his ear, your lips brushing gently against his jaw. You felt his body tremble beneath you, his breath hitching in his throat.
"Y-Yeah... I liked it..." he mumbled, his voice barely audible, his blush deepening. His chest rose and fell rapidly, a flush of warmth spreading across his cheeks and trailing down to his chest, contrasting against the pale expanse of his skin. His eyes, now darker than before, were locked on you, awaiting your next move.
You decided to give in for now, keeping eye contact as you scooted down the bed, positioning yourself between Sam's legs. He sat up, his own eyes filled with anticipation and excitement. The air was heavy with the heady scent of desire, thick and intoxicating, as you let your breath ghost over his cock. Your warm exhale sent a shiver down his spine, causing his member to twitch.
Sam's hands trembled slightly as they reached out, his fingers gently tangling in your hair. You gave him a disapproving look.
"Good boys are patient, Sammy... I'll let you hold my hair so long as you don't try to rush me," You warn, leaning into his touch.
"I'll be good..." He replied, not looking away.
And without another word, you leaned in and licked a stripe up the underside of his cock. Sam tensed, trying to hold back any sudden movements as a groan slipped out, his grip on your hair tightening instinctively.
The room seemed to hum with anticipation, the sound of your breathing mingling with his low moans. As your tongue traced along the sensitive ridge of his arousal, his hips twitched involuntarily, a small gasp escaping his lips.
He was doing so well at being patient, until...
His hips jolted up as you took the head into your mouth, causing you to gag. You pulled off immediately, not missing the disappointed whine your actions caused.
"Wha-"
"I told you to be still and be patient, didn't I?" You ask. A mischievous glint dances in your eyes as you rub your cheek against his thigh, relishing in the softness of his skin against your face, "Bad boys don't get rewarded, Sammy..." you tut, playfully shaking your head.
Sam's breath hitches at the combination of your words and actions, his pupils dilating as desire courses through his veins.
"I won't do it again."
You shake your head, "You need to say sorry, sweetheart, " you say, using that nickname he used on you.
When Sam kept his lips shut, you grinned.
This was getting good.
"Is my good boy going to be a brat now?" You ask, running a fingertip up to the slit of his cock, teasing it as a bead of precum leaked out, "That's a shame. I guess I'll have to just punish you..."
You wrapped a hand around his cock, drooling onto it to lubricate the slide as you began jerking him off. He clearly seemed confused, not expecting you to continue getting him off. All the teasing seemed to have worked him up quite a bit; it was clear he was already getting close. He was nearing that edge, nearing that tipping point, and then...
And then, you let go, backing off completely.
"No!" Sam gasped, his voice filled with desperation, "Why'd you stop? 'M so close..."
"Bad boys don't get to cum," you replied as you hovered just out of his reach.
Sam's eyes widened, need shining in their depths. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breaths coming out in short, uneven gasps. He tried to reach for his aching member, his hand trembling, but you swatted it out of the way.
"Don't make me tie up your hands, Sammy..." You threaten, but place a gentle hand on his thigh, a silent, "Is this okay?"
Sam gave the faintest nod, so you pushed onward.
"If you say please, maybe I'll forgive you."
Sam kept his mouth shut.
Well... on with the show.
He got worked up much faster this time, his hands twitching from their spot at his side as you tightened your grip on him. The raw intensity in the room was palpable, a potent mix of desire and anticipation, as your fingers wrapped around Sam's throbbing length. His breath hitched in his throat, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips. His eyes were glazed over, his pupils dilated as he watched you.
"You getting close again, baby?" You ask, grinning when he nodded.
Again, before he could finish, you pulled your hands away. He let out a frustrated sob, so close to finishing that even the smallest touch could send him over the edge. His fingers curled into his own hair and he finally gave in, his voice rough from desperation.
"P-please... let me cum..." He begged, tears in his eyes, "I'll be a good boy, I promise! Please!"
Satisfied with his begging, you leaned up and kissed him, trailing your lips down his body.
"There's my good boy..." You mumbled, before taking him into your mouth. He barely lasted a minute, so close from your previous edging. You cringed slightly at the bitter taste of his spunk in your mouth, but it gave you one last idea. You crawled up and pressed your lips to his again, shivering as he tasted himself.
You collapsed beside Sam, making sure to give him plenty of attention as he came down from his orgasm. You kissed the tear tracks that ran down his cheeks and gently ran your fingers through his hair, cradling his lanky body to yours.
"Was that okay?" You ask quietly.
"More than okay, sweetheart..." He replied with a smile, wrapping his arms around you, "Though I think I'm due for some cuddling now."
"Now that's something I can do."
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Happy birthday week, day 3, bestie 💜
Here's a StellaCordi coda i started in July but haven't finished...
The setup:
Geri soft breaks up with Cordell in 2x20, telling him it was too soon. Telling him they should focus on Stella Blue because she’s about to graduate. He looks at Stella for a long time, heart aching; wanting. They all move back into the ranch, and he and Stella have their talk over the game. Stella’s “or pick up where we left off” shows that she’s not sure if she’s ready to go off to Sauber, and Cordell reassures her she can go. They hug, but Stella still isn’t sure she’s ready to leave. She feels like she just got her dad back—Twyla is gone and Geri let him loose, too, and Stella’s finally an adult who can make her own choices. He doesn’t need to be worrying that he’s taking advantage of a child (he still is but it’s stella lol).
They’re hugging in the middle of the ranch house, where everyone is helping unpack, but as Stella tucks her head under Cordell’s she wishes they were alone. She puts her hands over his arms as he holds her, hoping he’ll feel her need through her fingertips. She can feel his intake of breath—soft; startled; hopeful—and he squeezes her and kisses her head, letting her go. He clears his throat, and Stella blushes at how obvious it sounds. There’s no one in the living room, but most of the family is in the house around any corner.
“Uh…I just remembered something I need to grab—uhh, from the boxes they took up to the farmhouse. Something I wanted to give you before your party.”
“Oh, I’ll come help you look,” Stella says, equally not subtle but too distracted by the sudden heat in her body to care.
Cordell takes her hand, and she follows him to his truck and they get in. They barely get out of sight of the ranch before Cordell grabs her hand again, and when she looks at him she can see his uncertainty. She moves their hands to her lap, at the top of her thigh, her heart races.
Cordell squeezes her hand once and then loosens his grasp, and she feels his fingers tremble as they drag across the edge of her shorts. Her breath shakes, and her hand jerks a little as she tries to pull his hand subtly higher.
Cordell laughs, but he’s looking at her with elation, and he grips her thigh, fingers just beneath her hemline. “Let’s just hold our horses, babygirl. We’ll be there soon.”
They pull up to the farmhouse and it looks deserted. Inside, the furniture is in place and their boxes have been distributed, but everyone’s been focusing on unpacking up at the ranch so they can have Stella’s graduation party like they’d always planned. Daddy leads her inside and up to his room, and Stella’s heart pounds so hard she feels dizzy. Finally… finally.
“What did you want to give me, daddy?” Stella says. It comes out more goofy than suggestive, and Stella suddenly feels nervous and embarrassed. It’s been months since they’ve been alone like this. There’s been so much going on to separate them—the Davidson stuff, getting kicked out of their home and losing their privacy, Dad’s work stuff, and everything with Colton and Todd—and she’d started to think Daddy really was done with her; that the guilt she knows he grapples with over her had won out.
Cordell smiles at her—that little quirk of one side of his mouth that he does when he thinks she’s cute. His eyes seem to twinkle at her with mischief as he kisses her hand and lets it go. “Well, we’ll get to what I’d like to give you in a minute,” he flirts back, so cheesy Stella feels her face heating up at how embarrassing they both are. “First I do have something else for you, Stella Blue.”
Bestie👁👄👁 oh my goddddddddddd
First of all I love cheesy cordell because he is so cheesy but its so adorable.
The uncertainty!!!! They're trying to regain what they once had and they both want this and want it to work out so bad.
Too bad someone's gonna get kidnapped and just when things are on the mend they're about to break again👀👀👀👀
#👁👄👁#bestie tag#shield your eyes stellacordell shipping going on over here#stellacordell#cordellstella#ashsbdayevent2024
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