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Lies the Genshin Men say
*little explicit here and there*
Explicit sections: Childe, Dottore-ish, Kaeya, Baizhu
The Harbingers
Pierro: He says he prefers to see you in his colors, mainly blues and black. Truthfully he adores you in red. He canât keep his hands off you when you wear red. He also buys you anything thatâs red, dresses, shoes, lipstick, flowers, all because the color reminds him of you. For events he prefers you to wear jewelry with darling bright sapphires but your jewelry case is filled with too many rubies to count.
Il Capitano: He says he prefers his hair straight and unrestrained. The truth is he will fall asleep if you play with or style his long back hair. Capitano feels the most loved when you are braiding his hair or giving him a scalp massage. When he misses you he braids his hair but he starts at the nape of his neck because his big fingers canât braid from the top of his head like you do.
Pantalone: He claims he doesnât care what perfume you wear. This statement is partly true. During galas and social functions he tells you to wear sents that are known to be pricey but not oppressive, expressive and understated he says. However at home he loves your natural sent, with out shame he will set you on his lap and tuck his face into your neck and take a deep breath, it seems like a sigh but he really is smelling you.
Childe: He tells you he loves everything about you equally, but itâs clear that he adores your boobs the most. Ajax loves to hug you from behind and squeeze or caress your chest while hugging you and will whine and beg to let him if you deny him. He loves to burry his head in your chest after a long day. When you donât wear a bra you can persuade him to do pretty much anything.
Scaramouche: He tells you that he doesnât care if you learn Japanese or not. In reality his knees will buckle if you call him âAnataâ (honey or darling, typically said by a wife to their husband). When you speak with him in Japanese he is so much more animated and emotional. His heart swells with pride when you two speak Japanese in domestic settings. Sing to him in Japanese and he will cry and or fall asleep.
Dottore: He claims to be dominant, which he is, most of the time. He will boss anyone around and make them conform to his will, but he will burn the world for you if you wanted. You tell him to jump and he will ask how high. He will also be extra pliant if you tug on his hair a bit.
Mondstadt
Albedo: He tells you he doesnât mind not having a âdomesticâ relationship. In truth he loves seeing you play with Klee. He loves when you cook for him. He loves coming home to you, if he could freeze time to stay in those homey moments he would.
Diluc: He tells everyone that he doesnât play any interments. However at home he will play the sweetest melodies for you on the piano. His playing is for your ears only. The only other people he will play for is your future children.
Kaeya: He promises you that he will never hurt you. However, he will bite, scratch, and suck on your skin all day every day if you let him. He adores leaving possessive marks on you as well as giving you painful pleasure, the best kind of pleasure in his book.
Venti: He claims to be chill and not possessive at all. But he will stare and scowl at people being flirty with you. He will place his hands possessively on your waist when anyone gets too close to you. He would keep you locked up at home if he could, he just could never share you with anyone.
Liyue
Baizhu: Baizhu claims to dislike your bossiness, but in fact in almost any scenario it kinda turns him on. He loves when you use him for your own pleasure. He loves when you tell him what to do to make you happy or to get you off.
Xiao: He tells you that he doesnât what anymore people in his life. However, he truly wants a few kids of his own running about, helping him make breakfast for you every morning. The thing he wants most is a family with you.
Zhongli: Not exactly a lie but Zhongli doesnât like you eating non home cooked food. Any food that isnât made by someone he trusts, he wonât let you eat. However whenever youâre feeling down or kind of out of it he will order food and bring it home to make you smile.
Inazuma
Goro: He tells everyone who asks that he hates his ears and tail touched, everyone is too rough with them. On the other hand, youâre so gentile with him, when you play with his hair that he canât help but enjoy when you gently pet his ears.
Kazuha: He will tell you that the world is inspiration. He tells you his poems stem from the sights he sees and emotions he feels as he travels. But in truth Kazuha has not written one poem without you on his mind, you have been his muse and inspiration since you met.
Ayato: He says he doesnât mind what you wear. But he canât help but feel happy when you wear the expensive silk sets he bought you. Silk just fits you for some reason. To him silk complements your soft skin perfectly, the smooth reflective fabric just radiants and amplifies your beauty.
Heizo: Whenever he is tired he will go on and on about how he âisnât sleepyâ or how heâs âjust gonna rest his eyes.â This man is stubborn when it comes to going to bed. He just wants to spent more time with you. You might have to make him tea and scratch his back while he lays on you to get to fall asleep without a fuss.
Thoma: He claims to be neither here or there on who cooks meals. In actuality in his brain he cries and begs for your cooking. It could be any cuisine and he will be happy. He just loves your cooking and your adoration especially after a long day of taking care of others.
Itto: Itto tells anyone and everyone that heâs married to you. He just loves you so much and fantasizes about your wedding to much sometimes he forgets youâre not actually married yet.
Sumeru
Alhaitham: He tells you that you can sleep by yourself. In reality you and him both know you canât sleep without each other. If youâre angry with him and you sleep on the couch you two will end up making up in the night when he comes a picks you up to take you back to bed.
Cyno: He claims to not get jealous often but truthfully he craves your attention and gets jealous when he doesnât get it. He knows how his friends donât favor his humor so he gets a little insecure when you laugh at their jokes sometimes. Just know he will be clingy behind closed doors to make up for being jealous of his own friends.
Kaveh: Everyday he tells you that he wonât overwork himself, he will take breaks today. He doesnât, no matter how determined he is he will not take a break until you make him. On days when heâs stuck in his head you have to visit him while heâs at work or at home so he can come back down to earth here and there.
Tighnari: He will complain anyone who will listen about how he hates going into Sumeru city for one thing or another. However he will be giddy when he goes onto Sumeru City to visit you. While he doesnât like the city, it isnât so bad when youâre with him.
Fontaine
Lyney: He claims to love all the ways you touch him. However he does have a favorite, he loves when you scratch and massage his back. When you work through his back with your skilled hands he is a happy groaning mess. After a massage he will be like a napping pile on jello. Cuddles with a now loose muscled Lyney are so heart warming.
Neuvillette: He hates the taste of coffee, thatâs a plain fact. However, he canât help but enjoy the taste of coffee if itâs from your lips. The quick good morning kiss you give him as you sip on your coffee makes his head dizzy instead of disgusted like he normally is at the taste of coffee.
Wriothesley: He claims he doesnât mind you going out alone or without him. Truthfully you are never actually without his surveillance. He has a tracker on your phone and he sends one of his coworkers to make sure you are always safe.
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smoke and mirrors - chris sturniolo
chapter nine - final
summary: your best friend Matt backs out of plans you had made together, so you replace him with his brother. the only problem is the two of you canât stand each other.
{enemies to lovers, fake dating}
includes : explicit language, fluff, smut(penetration, oral, fingering, etc.), angst if you squint, lots of bickering, slow burn
wc: 3.7k
Chris had never bought a girl flowers before, so he was anything but confident when he walked into the local flower shop not far from his home, finally building up the courage to ask the girl he had fallen head over heels with on a date. She was the most beautiful girl heâd ever seen, and he hung on every word she said, wanting to make her feel valued and heard when she spoke. He couldnât imagine finding any girl prettier than her, it was impossible in his head.
When he finally picked out a bouquet, he paid happily with his allowance money that heâd saved for a couple of months now, wanting it to be the most beautiful bouquet sheâs ever received. It made him giddy, knowing he was finally going to get an answer as to if she felt the same.
He kept the flowers hidden in his locker for the day, waiting until the end of the day to finally tell his dream girl how he felt. His nerves almost got the best of him, but he told himself it was now or never. He had to make his move.
But he couldnât find her. Anywhere. He had looked in every room she could possibly be in, he had looked out front, he had even asked a girl to check the bathroom for him to see if she was hiding out with some friends. But it was to no avail.
Finally, as a last ditch effort, he decided to check the fields, see if she was hanging around waiting for football practice to start. She was so social and knew at least one person in every sport, so she loved to show support any time she could. He loved how supportive she was of her friends and their interests, even if she didnât care for it herself, she was always around to let her friends know she had their back. She was so kind.
He was about to give up, for real this time, maybe just bring the flowers to her house later in the day, when he saw movement under the bleachers, and without thinking anything of it he peeked under, feeling like his heart audibly shattered in his ears when his eyes landed on you locking lips with some asshole jock that could never treat you right.
He couldnât believe it. He was too late. He had missed his chance with you, and now he was just a fool standing around with a bouquet of flowers for nobody.
He quickly turned and started walking away, knowing he needed to get home as quickly as possible. His heart was broken, and there was nothing he could do to fix it.
When he finally arrived home after walking by himself, he looked for the only woman he knew would never break his heart, finding his mom in the kitchen starting to cook dinner. He walked up to her and handed her the flowers, smiling sadly up at her.
She grinned wide, not seeing how sad her son was in the moment, eyes locked on the beautiful arrangement of flowers in front of her. âWow!â She exclaimed. âWhatâs this for, baby?â
Chris handed them off to her before wrapping his arms around her, resting his head on her shoulder. âYou deserve it, mama.â
He has never and will never let his mom know how much that hug meant to him, and the tear that slipped out and landed on her shirt will always be his secret.
-
If having to love you in silence was suffering enough, loving you loudly and losing you was a million times worse.
Some moments he thought it might be easier to just run away from his life and start over, but nothing would rid him of the thought of you.
When he found himself at the flower shop, he couldnât help but feel like the fifteen year old version of himself, pining over a girl heâd never get to call his own, desperately trying to win her over with a few words and a bouquet of flowers.
But he wasnât going to let you slip so easily this time. This time he was willing to put up the fight.
-
Days had passed of Chris trying to contact you any way he could. Texts, calls, FaceTimes all ringing through your phone at almost every hour of the day, all going completely ignored by you, not having the energy to text him back, not wanting to open that wound just yet.
You knew youâd have to talk to him eventually, you couldnât ignore him forever.
Matt had texted as well, trying to make sure you were okay, wanting to see if you needed anything, but you didnât want to talk to him either. He had remained neutral through everything, but he was still too close to Chris for comfort right now.
You had spent the last few days cooped up in your apartment, either sleeping on your couch or your bed, not having the energy to do anything, barely even eating. You werenât even hungry and couldnât be bothered to make food that you wouldnât even want to eat anyway, so you just rotted away with your thoughts, asking yourself over and over how you were so stupid to believe someone like Chris.
So many questions flowed through your head over those days. Why would he tell you he didnât want to talk to her anymore? Why would he confess to you just to keep seeing other people? Why would he damn near tell you he loves you just to ruin everything?
Part of you hated Nick for ruining everything but another part of you was grateful to him for pulling the cover from your eyes, literally. If it wasnât for him, youâd still be with Chris, sneaking around his brothers while the whole time he was sneaking around you.
You knew it was awful for you to do, but the first night when you got home, you found this Maya girl on instagram, scrolling through endless photos of a girl who you thought was so much prettier than you you almost couldnât be mad at Chris for not being able to let her go. Of course heâd choose her, she was perfect. They still followed each other, too. Even after all of this, after you had found out, he still followed her. Maybe you were looking into this too deeply, but in your brokenhearted mind it all made sense.
Your phone rang again from where it was next to you on the couch, Chrisâs name and a selfie you guys had taken together lighting up the screen. Every time you saw that picture your heart tightened in your chest. You both looked so happy, smiling wide like there was no place youâd rather be. You had no idea how things went so bad so quickly. Part of you wishes you couldâve lived in ignorance forever, never to find out the truth about Chrisâs antics. You wouldâve been so much happier.
âStop tickling me, I want to take a picture!â You squeal at Chris, body curling away from him as his fingertips attacked your sides, something he couldnât stop doing now that he knew you were ticklish, wanting to hear your loud giggles for the rest of his life.
âNo pictures!â He opposes, but stops tickling you, pulling your body close to his where he stood.
You guys were out on what you guess you could call a date, exploring parts of the city you hadnât seen before, popping into small gift shops occasionally, grabbing ice cream and little snacks you had come across throughout the day. You both had just left dinner and were just walking around now, you taking photos of whatever caught your eye, but now you wanted a photo of the two of you for your contact photo and just for the memory as well. You didnât have many photos together yet, but you loved looking through the few that you had when you were alone, most of them either goofy photos of Chris or photos of him with the biggest smile in the world, lighting up your face every time you saw them.
âPlease! Just one, I swear.â You beg him. He had his arms wrapped you from behind and his chin on your shoulder where he groaned loudly, which you giggled at, knowing he was about to agree.
âOne,â he tells you and you squeal, bringing your phone up in front of you guys.
âSmile!â You tell him and he obliges, both of you smiling as wide as you can, him with his eyes clenched shut. You couldnât help it, you snapped a few, continuing to take pictures when he turned his head into your neck and peppered kisses there before he turned back to the camera and flipped it off with a deadpan look on his face, making you laugh loudly as you put your phone away.
The memory fades from your mind as the call goes to voicemail, the fourth one today.
You couldnât help but miss Chris, miss the way he made you feel. You didnât understand how things turned bad so quickly when they were so good, good to the point where you thought for sure you had locked him down.
You groan to yourself, rubbing your eyes harshly, noticing the tears flowing intermittently from them. âFuck,â you huff, annoyed at yourself.
You throw your lap blanket off of you and stand up from the couch, walking to your bathroom to wash your face, wanting to rid yourself of the days and days of tears, deciding itâs time to get over yourself and get back to life, not wanting to sit around and wallow over this boy who clearly didnât care about you in the first place.
Youâre just stepping into the bathroom when your doorbell rings, startling you. You whip your head around to the sound, heart racing. There was only one person that could be. He hadnât tried coming to your home yet, only trying to contact you via phone, so you were unsure how you would get out of this. There was no way you could pretend you werenât home, your car was right outside.
You wipe your face with your hands and walk to the door, standing directly in front of it. âGo away,â you say sternly, crossing your arms.
âPlease let me in,â Chris pleads from the other side of the door.
âNo,â you reply. âGo home.â
You hear Chris sigh loudly, then a small crinkle. âIâm already here, just let me explain, please. Itâs not what you think.â
You debate it for a moment, wondering if you need the closure, but knowing youâre not ready yet. âChris, leave. I donât want to see you. Go bother your other fucking girlfriend.â
Girlfriend. Thatâs the first time youâve even slightly referred to yourself as his girlfriend, and the circumstances of it almost made you laugh.
Chris is silent for a few beats, thinking of what to say next before he speaks again. âLet me in and let me explain and if by the end of it you never want to talk to me again Iâll respect that and leave you alone. I just canât handle you thinking I would hurt you like that when I never would. Please.â
You consider it. If heâs serious and he would leave you alone, it might be worth it. Plus, you would get an explanation as to why he thought youâd never find out, why he thought you were the perfect person to hurt so badly.
You remain silent as you unlock the door, peeling it open slowly to reveal a disheveled Chris staring back at you. His hair was in his face, his face unshaven since you left, eyes red and puffy. Your eyes trail down to where heâs holding a large bouquet of your favorite flowers, wondering how on earth he knew what they were.
He holds them out to you and you just look back up at him, turning around and heading back in, going back to your couch and flopping down, waiting for him to reach you.
You hear the door shut and shoes being taken off before you see him again where heâs walking through your living room, placing the flowers down gently on the coffee table before he sits next to you, taking a deep breath.
âIs there anything you want to know specifically?â He asks you, to which you scoff out a laugh at, rolling your eyes.
âYeah, Iâd love to know why you played the fuck out of me while the whole time you were fucking somebody else behind my back. Iâd love to know how you even had the fucking time when I was sleeping over almost every night, and the days I wasnât there, you were here.â You snap at him, voice quivering as you speak. You couldnât help it, you were sad and confused and the confrontation only made it worse. âYou made me look like a fucking idiot not only to myself but in front of your brothers, too, and that is so fucking mean, Chris. I shouldâve known it wasnât all an act, you really are a fucking dick to me. Thereâs no way you couldâve treated me like that for the last however many years and it not be real.â
Chris sucks in a breath at the insult, your words feeling like a dagger to his heart. âItâs not true,â he croaks out. âNick was wrong, he didnât know what he was talking about.â
You shake your head, cutting him off. âYou got caught, Chris, and now youâre trying to pick up the pieces. Itâs over.â
Chris felt lightheaded, that sentence echoing loudly in his head. Itâs over. It couldnât be over, you guys still have so much more life to live together.
âNo,â he starts, scooting closer. âNo, no, you said youâd hear me out so hear me out. Youâve got this all wrong, Nick was wrong. I wasnât seeing anybody but you, I wasnât sleeping with anybody but you, youâre it for me, youâre my dream girl, please believe me.â Chris was full on pleading now, his own eyes welling with tears as he spoke. âI cannot lose you, you donât understand how deep this runs for me. Iâll let you go through my phone, my texts, my instagram, fucking anything just to prove to you.â
You have to tear your eyes away from the begging boy beside you, afraid youâll give in too easily if you stare him in the face. âSay whatever you want to say and then get out of my house.â You tell him, voice monotone.
Chris releases a shaky breath, knowing this is the only chance heâll get. âOkay. I guess Iâll just tell you what I think you should know. I would never hurt you like that, I would never risk losing you for something so stupid like a date or sex. Iâve been thinking about you being mine for so long that even I wouldnât be so dumb, I swear to you. The date Nick was talking about was a business meeting for my brand, he just assumed because he saw I was out to dinner and didnât know where I was. I told you about that dinner, I literally left your place to go there. I already talked to him about it and he feels really bad for making you think that I was on a date. And the girl? Maya? I havenât talked to her since before the wedding, she hasnât even texted me, and Iâll show you my phone, we havenât talked. But I kept leaving and not coming back for hours or coming home with hickeys and they kept noticing so I had to tell them I was somewhere and I just said I was seeing her because you still wanted this to be between us.â Chris finally pauses and looks at you with a soft expression, hoping you would believe him. You didnât speak though, staying still where you sat with your hands in your lap. âI could never live with myself if I lost you in such a stupid way.â
Your lip quivered and you dropped your eyes down to your hands, not wanting to cry again for the umpteenth time, especially in front of Chris, but the wave that hit you made it inevitable, a small, choked sob leaving your lips. âWhy wouldnât you say anything right then?â You ask him brokenly.
Chris scoots closer and places a hand on your thigh, other hand reaching for your cheek to pull your face up to his. âI was stunned in the moment, it all happened so fast. I didnât even process anything until I had Nick damn near in a chokehold and Matt was trying to calm me down. He told me to give you space and that you needed time away so neither of us said something we donât mean.â
You turn to face Chris, tears flowing freely from your eyes now as he spoke, emotions taking over. âI was so sad, Chris. I still am. Iâve been sitting here wallowing in my feelings for fucking days just thinking about how badly this hurt and how hard I fell for you.â
Chrisâs thumb brushes over your cheek, listening to your words intently. âI know, baby, I know and Iâm so sorry. I really am. Iâll do anything to make it up to you.â
âWhy would you even think of bringing her up? Why did she even come to your mind when they asked you where you were? You couldâve just said you were with a girl but the fact that you told them you were with her is like⌠a punch to the face.â You tell him sadly, wiping your tears frustratedly. âIs she still on your mind?â
Chris immediately shakes his head, eyebrows furrowed. âNo, absolutely not. Sheâs just.. sorry, sheâs the last person I slept with and they knew about her so it was the easiest thing so they didnât ask questions. Sheâs definitely not on my mind.â
You think over his words, still feeling apprehensive about it all, but wanting nothing more than to believe him. âI just donât understand why you let me leave under the impression that you were seeing somebody else, Chris. It just makes me think you took these days to think of a good enough lie before coming here.â
Chris sighs, shoulders dropping in defeat. âI told you, I just panicked. I swear on everything, I swear on my brothers, baby, Iâve never been more serious in my life.â
You finally allow yourself to take in Chrisâs disheveled appearance, realizing he looked just as bad as you did. He looked miserable.
âItâs gonna take a lot for me to fully trust you again but⌠I want to believe you so bad. So I do.â You tell him quietly. Youâve never seen such relief on Chrisâs face before this moment, the way his eyes lit up and the corners of his lips curled, a breath of relief falling from his mouth.
âThank you,â he says, reaching both hands out towards you in the hopes youâd close the gap between you both. âIâll earn your trust back, I promise.â
You sniffle and nod, scooting closer so that you could swing your legs over his lap, resting your head on his shoulder. The room is quiet for a few moments, Chris gently rubbing your thigh with one hand while he held you close with the other, before you clear your throat gently. âHowâd you know my favorite flowers?â You ask timidly.
Chris looks down at you, sucking in a deep breath. He knew this was the moment where he told you how he really felt and how deep it actually ran.
âYou and Matt had a conversation a couple years ago and you guys were talking about flowers and you said these were your favorite, so I remembered in the hopes of getting to buy you them some day,â Chris starts out. âI donât know if you remember when we went on that date and you yelled at me saying I didnât know anything about you?â
You nod against his shoulder, prompting him to continue.
âI always made plans on your birthday because I thought you wouldnât want me around. I always made sure I was busy, just so I didnât have to deal with the disappointment of not being invited somewhere. Iâve always known when it is.â He sighs nervously, swallowing before continuing. âThereâs a canvas in my room and itâs just all different shades of the same color; Iâve had it for about a year. I painted it after you posted this one photo to your instagram, the one where you have no makeup on and youâre facing the sun. I thought your eyes looked so pretty in that picture and I couldnât tell you, so I painted them instead. Baby, I have been painfully in love with you for years and Iâm not about to lose you over some stupid shit my brother said.â
You were blown away by his words, not even being able to comprehend someone being so head over heels for you that theyâd do these things for you and suffer in silence, all because he thought your feelings towards him were nothing but negative. How would you possibly be able to stay away from him ever again, knowing what you know now?
You didnât think you wanted to.
Chris slid you off his lap and sat you facing forward on the couch, moving to get on his knees in front of you, hands grabbing your own and holding them close to his chest. âI love you,â he tells you, not a shadow of a doubt in his voice. âI want to do this. For real.â
You stared down at the man in front of you, broken at the thought of losing you, but fulfilled at the thought of calling you his. It seemed like a no brainer.
âI guess I could suffer through being your girlfriend a little bit longer,â you tease, a smile lighting up your face.
Chris grinned with you, pushing himself up until your faces were aligned, lips molding together like you were made for each other.
Turns out your love wasnât all smoke and mirrors.
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please don't go 8x08 code - 646 words
"Don't go."
The words are trapped in a cage at the back of Buck's throat. Every time he's opened his mouth in the last week he's had to speak around them. He feels like a tiger pacing his enclosure, like he's going to snap at the bars if anyone gets too close.
"Stay."
He smiles when Eddie shows him house listings in El Paso. Smiles when Eddie invites him to the virtual tour. Smiles when Eddie tells him he's flying down to see the house in person. Smiles when he shows up at Eddie's house the night before his flight with another basket of scones because he baked and baked and baked but the words are still there, clawing at the bars trying to get out.
"Don't go."
His jaw hurts with how tightly he's clenching it when he slides into the driver's seat and starts the car to take Eddie to the airport. He's worried that if he opens his mouth at all he won't be able to stop himself from saying it. Won't be able to keep the constant thrum of "Don't leave me. Stay. Don't go. Please don't leave me" from passing his lips.
"Don't go."
He manages to say goodbye without the words tumbling out. Manages to watch Eddie walk through the departure doors. But then someone else must take over his body because he's parking his car in the tow away zone and ignoring the airport employee's yells that he can't park there and he's running.
"Don't go."
He surprises himself when the words actually leave his mouth. He clearly surprises Eddie too, because he turned around with wide eyes and looks at Buck like he's seen a ghost.
"Buck..."
"Eddie," Buck walks forward and pulls him into a bone crushing hug. Tries to put everything he's kept caged at the back of this throat into the hug. "D-don't go."
"I have to. Buck I have to get him back," Eddie says into his neck. Buck can feel a wet patch on his shoulder and he knows he's not doing any better.
"Please. Please come back," Buck says instead of what he wants to say which is "let me come with you."
"I will," Eddie pulls back enough that Buck can see his face. "I swear, I'll come back."
And Buck kisses him. He's a tiger that's escaped it's enclosure and is finally free after years of being trapped. He's a man standing in the middle of LAX kissing the love of his life, begging him to stay.
He's an idiot because Eddie is straight.
But then Eddie is kissing him back - Eddie. Eddie Diaz. His Eddie. - Is kissing him.
"I can't stay, but - but you can come with me."
"I've got to move my car," Buck laughs, a rush of relief and joy exploding out of him. He doesn't have any clothes except what he brought to Eddie's last night, but that doesn't matter.
"Okay," Eddie grins, soft and so fucking fond. It feels like all Eddie was waiting for was for Buck to ask him to stay and all Buck was waiting for was for Eddie to ask him to come with him.
By some miracle Buck doesn't have a ticket on his Jeep when he walks back outside. He doesn't bother driving to one of the lots, just spends the frankly insane amount of money on the valet and manages to get the last seat on Eddie's flight.
That night, when they're checked in at a hotel near the El Paso airport it's Eddie's turn to say it when Buck rolls out of bed to go to the bathroom.
"Don't go."
"I'm not going anywhere."
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Words: 1,155 Summary: Ollie just wants to cling to his girlfriend after being away from her for weeks. Their nephew has a different idea. Note(s): Slightly NSFW, Clingy Ollie, Set After Jeddah 2025 (ik ik), oh and this is inspired by the vids of guys coming home and wanting to kiss their wife only for their son to be like, no, thatâs my mom!
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Ollie lets out a sigh of relief as he closes the door to the apartment behind him.
He was finally home.
He knew he was going to be exhausted after his first ever triple header as a Formula 1 driver but then as if everything in 2024 hadnât been enough, more surprises and drama had cropped up just one race in and left him nearly scrambling for the final two.
But now he was home and would get to see his girlfriend after the last few grueling weeks.
âOllie?â
He smiles, âYeah, itâs me!â
Toeing off his shoes, he kicks them out of the way and steps out of the small entryway into the living room and the breath gets knocked out of him.
God, she was gorgeous.
He nearly runs to her, throwing himself onto the couch beside her and wrapping his arms around her.
âI missed you so much.â He mumbles.
Her fingers comb through his hair, âI missed you to bear.â
He pulls away a bit, lips already puckering up a bit when tiny hands are smacking against his side. He jerks away and then a small body is wiggling between him and his girlfriend, legs kicking at him.
âMine!â
âNoel!â
Ollie looks at the toddler in between them, surprised to see a glare on the normally happy three year old's face.
âHey buddy.â
He waits for the angry face to turn happy, for the exclamation of âUncle Ollieâ but it doesnât happen. Noel turns completely away from him, wrapping himself around her.
âWhat did I do?â
She gives him a sorry look, reaching out to hold his hand where conveniently Noel canât see. âHeâs decided that no one is allowed to touch me. He nearly screamed Joeâs ear off yesterday when Joe tried to hug me goodbye.â
âOof. Howâs Hil feeling about that?â
She rolls her eyes at the mention of Noelâs mom. âShe thinks it's great, which is why Iâve had him every day for the past week.â Seeing Ollieâs look, she nods. âYeah, Joe isnât happy about it. But they leave today and Joe is off for three days, so I will be off.â
âSo, Iâve got to share until bedtime?â
âNo share!â Noel chimes in and itâs cute, Ollie even gets it. He loves hugging his girlfriend, everyone and their mother calls him clingy, but he canât help but already feel tired of it and itâs barely been ten minutes.
He can share, he has shared his girlfriend's attention and affection, but he canât help but just want her full focus after three and a half weeks away. He hasnât even gotten a kiss yet and the thought makes him frown.
âNo cause papa is gonna be here early. I think I remember something about going out to eat and the park.â
Itâs funny to watch the way Noel seems both excited about it but also displeased, already knowing that his favorite and only aunt wonât be coming with.
âHey, Noel.â His voice is gentle and he pokes at his shoulder. âCould I get a hug from my favorite kid?â
He fully expects Noel to refuse with the way heâs managed to wiggle himself onto Y/Nâs lap, but he slowly moves off her lap and hugs him.
âHi buddy.â Ollie says, hugging him tight. âYou been having a fun time with Auntie?â
âMine.â
âI donât get to know what you guys have been up to? Have you played race car?â
Noelâs eyes light up and he shakes his head. âNo! I want to play!â
Ollie grins, easily standing up and picking him up. His neck aches a bit, but he ignores it as he puts Noel on his shoulders and begins to pace around the living room in laps.
Giggles fill the room and he canât help but smile, occasionally spinning or making a weird turn that makes Noel claps his hands together before asking him to go faster.
Itâs only when he starts to get dizzy that Ollie stops, moving him off his shoulders and holding him upside down.
âI hope he hasnât been like that long.â
âPapa!â Noel shouts and Ollie quickly rights him and puts him in Joeâs arms.
âOnly for a few minutes.â Ollie jokes.
Joe shakes his head with a laugh. âWell, as long as it was only a few minutes.â He looks over at Y/N. âHow was he?â
âGood, like always. Still clingy though. He told Ollie that I was his.â
Joe has to stifle a laugh, well aware that Ollie had probably hated that.
âI got to hug her for I think five seconds.â
âBetter than me, I got to for maybe a second yesterday before nearly losing an eardrum.â
Ollie sucks in a breath through his teeth. âTough luck, mate.â
âVery. Alright, bud say goodbye to Uncle Ollie and Aunt Y/N.â
Noel pouts a little and extends his arms out towards Y/N who is now standing.
âGoodbye Auntie.â
She hugs him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. âBye Noel. Iâll see you in a few weeks.â
âBye buddy.â
âBye, Uncle Ollie.â
As soon as the door shuts, Ollie whirls around and is tugging her close, their lips pressing together.
Itâs a frantic kiss, desperate, and Ollie canât help the way his hands slip under her shirt, pressing her closer as his fingers dig into her bare skin.
It doesnât stay a kiss for long. Clothes fall onto the floor and they barely manage to make it to the bedroom, the bed only a few steps away, but they end up on the floor, bodies pressed as close as they can get.
âFuck, Ollie.â She breathes later, laying on top of him.
He lets out a breathless laugh, kissing her sweaty brow. âI told you I missed you.â
âYou fucked me twice. Thereâs missing me and then thereâs that.â
âIs it bad I want to go again after dinner?â
âIf you donât go again after dinner, you're sleeping on the couch.â
He grins, pressing another kiss to her skin. âFantastic.â
His fingers trace shapes along her back as they both slowly get their breath back, hearts slowing to a better beat.
âYâknow,â She breaks the silence after a few moments. âYouâre going to have to share me.â
âI do share you. I just did with Noel.â
She laughs, kissing his chest. âYes, and Iâm so proud of my clingy bear. But I mean, if we ever have kids and we have a boy. Heâll probably be just like you.â
Ollie feels his heart speed up at the idea of them having kids. He can see it in a few years after theyâve been married and are in a house. âJust like me?â
âYeah, loves me to bits and never wants to be away from me. Your smile, hair, love for racing. Just a mini Ollie.â
âI guess if itâs our kids, I can learn to share you.â
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Love in Verses (XXX)
Chapter 30: âYou liked me well enough in black; I make you a gift of these objectsâ
Hi! Here is a new chapter! Some shopping for our lovebirds that turns into Andrew fighting for his lifeâŚ
I hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!
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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader (professor!AU)
Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt, hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff in later chapters, some scenes in later chapters will have heavy sexual themes even if itâs not explicit nsfw description, so minors here
Summary: Your life seems perfect. You're engaged, your career is thriving as you become an assistant professor at Trinity College, and this Andrew Hozier-Byrne you're sharing an office with seems to be a nice guy you hope to call a friend soon. Life seems to be smiling at you... until everything goes sour. When your fiancĂŠ breaks up with you, your perfect world shatters. And when your colleague also gets his heart broken soon after, your shared office seems to be a curse rather than a blessing. But Andrew seems determined to mend your broken hearts... Will things finally go according to plan?
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Here are my black clothes
I think now it is better to love no one than to love you. Here are my black clothes, the tired nightgowns and robes fraying in many places. Why should they hand useless as though I were going naked? You liked me well enough in black; I make you a gift of these objects. You will want to touch them with your mouth, run your fingers through the thin tender underthings and I will not need them in my new life.
Louise GlĂźck, The First Five Book of Poems
The tailor was posh but undoubtedly talented. Then again, it was a tailor, posh was to be expected.
It was the old type of tailor, the one you saw in movies, the type that hid a secret passage to the secret service. Wooden walls covered with wooden shelves and clothes, wooden tiles on the floor, large corduroy armchairs. You walked in feeling like you didnât belong there, like you should never have come in the first place.
Frank spotted you instantly when you walked in. You hadnât seen each other in a few weeks, there were times when you missed him. There were times when you didnât think of him at all⌠what a strange feeling⌠he was always in your thoughts for yearsâŚ
You wished Andrew was there with you. You wondered if his classes were going well this morning, you wanted to make him a coffee and chat instead of workingâŚ
âY/N!â Frank beamed at you, crossing the room to give you a hug. âIâve missed you! Weâve spent too long apart!â
âMissed you too. You look well! Are you ready to choose your suit?â
âIâm so nervous,â he admitted with an uncomfortable laugh.
âItâll be just fine.â
You said hello to Frankâs friends and family members gathered in the shop. Only a few people, including the three best men.
The tailor came in a few minutes later, started taking care of his clients. You remained quiet while the group was splitting its attention between Frankâs suit and his best menâ clothes.
The plan was simple. You had to give him terrible advice. You had to ruin the suit, make him look ridiculous. Something that Sam would hate.
That was the only way to weaken the wedding with todayâs activity.
You waited patiently, watched Frank try suits on. Every piece of garment shattered your heart.
You should have been the one discovering the suit on your wedding day. You should have been the one he talked about now, asking if you would like that colour on him, hoping you would find him handsome.
He was. He was handsome. So fucking much. You wanted to shout, to claw your eyes out of their sockets with the pain of it. He was so handsome, and you should have never been here. Instead of seeing him try on all these suits, you should have been the bride hiding her dress from him. But you werenât. You were just the friend he was turning his attention to now, asking for an advice.
And you couldnât do it. Couldnât ruin this for him. You were too kind-hearted for that, or perhaps, you were simply too much in pain.
You struggled to put a smile on your face.
âI think navy blue is better than green on you.â
âYou think?â he asked, looking at the two shades.
âIt matches your eyes better. Makes them pop.â
He smiled, bright and excited.
Had he ever smiled like this thinking of your wedding? Of marrying you?
âThank you, Y/N. Youâre always right with those things.â
âBecause I pay attention.â
Your answer held more meaning than it seemed, but he didnât notice. He never did. Not when it was you.
And you wanted revenge now. You wanted him to regret you. You wanted him to see that you were enough, that you were always enough, that Sam wasnât better than you⌠even if you didnât really believe it. Frank had chosen Sam. Andrew had been in love with her, and now that he was starting to move on, it was to be with a woman who wasnât you.
You excused yourself, looked for the bathroom. The moment you turned the lock on your door, the tears were let free.
You looked so sad when you came back.
It was almost noon when you stepped in the office, Andrew had been waiting for you to eat his lunch. He didnât have classes for the rest of the day, and neither did you. He was relieved about it, you clearly needed some help.
âHow did it go?â he asked as you closed the door behind you.
You didnât answer at first, instead you took the time to take off your coat, let yourself fall in your office chair and throw your head back towards the ceiling. You let out a dramatic moan, Andrew chuckled at the sound.
âThat bad, huh? Did you make him choose something terrible to wear?â
You didnât answer.
âLet me guess⌠you saw him in there, it broke your heart, but you didnât lie and helped him look stunning for his wedding day.â
âHow do you know? Thatâs exactly what happened.â
âI know you. Youâre too kind to do something so mean and selfish. Hiding a few bottles of champagne is one thing, making your ex look like a fool on the most important day of his life is another.â
âIâm so pathetic. I feel so⌠patheticâŚâ
âYouâre not. Youâre just heartbroken.â
âSame bloody thing.â
âWhat can I do?â
You looked at him then, tears in your eyes and looking so sad⌠so damn sadâŚ
But then you looked angry instead, wrath burning through your gaze and Andrew shuddered at the sight.
You looked gorgeous like this, despite your eyes reddened with tears. Fierce was a good look on you, it had always beenâŚ
âIâm going to make him regret me so fucking much heâll beg to get me back.â
He raised an eyebrow, surprised by your determination.
âAnd how do we do that?â
âBy making me look so fucking good heâll have nightmares about leaving me.â
Andrewâs heart skipped a beat. His words came out in a whisper you didnât hear.
âYouâre always gorgeous, Y/NâŚâ
âWeâre going to this party theyâre throwing two weeks before the wedding. So⌠inâŚâ
âTwo weeks.â
âYeah⌠in two weeks. God, I canât believe itâs the end of April already. Exams will be back in no time.â
âDonât mention thatâŚâ Andrew winced. âBesides, weâll have to go through the conference firstâŚâ
âDid you have an answer for that by the way?â
Andrew smiled.
âMain speaker on the second day. Forty-minutes presentation.â
âThatâs awesome, Andy! Congrats!â
âIâm going to hate every second of it.â
âYouâll be brilliant.â
âWeâll need to rehearse your presentation too.â
âYes, thank you for helping me.â
âDonât mention it. Weâre a team.â
You exchanged a tender smile, one that reached gratefulness for more than professional support.
âAnyway, Iâm going to go shopping after work,â you declared. âIâll buy the most gorgeous dress for that party. And Frank will be at my fucking feet.â
Andrew chuckled at that.
âAlright, good plan.â
âActually⌠can I be insufferable and ask for your help?â
âPardon me? My help? I donât know anything about dressesâŚâ
âYouâre a man. You know what men like. Actually, you know what? We could go now. Be back before two and work this afternoon.â
âNow?â
âNow.â
âOkayâŚâ
Andrew gathered his things in a hurry, let you babble away while you exited the office. He didnât mention the way your voice was shaking from time to time, how your eyes still glistened with withheld tears.
He didnât mention any of it. He merely drove you to the shop you liked.
Andrew didnât know what to do while you browsed through expensive dresses, selected a few, asked for his opinion. He didnât really have any. He had no idea what he was supposed to do to make you smile again, to make you happy, to make you feel as beautiful as you truly wereâŚ
You walked in a fitting room with five different dresses to try on. There werenât many people in the shop at this hour, only an old woman with her grand-daughter were looking for a dress for the young woman. The elder lady started chatting casually with Andrew while they both waited in front of the cabins.
âYour girlfriend is looking for a dress for a special occasion?â she asked, and Andrew fiercely blushed.
âOh⌠no, sheâs not⌠weâre not⌠Sheâs not my girlfriend.â
She gave him a look, one that annoyed him a lot.
âRight⌠I seeâŚâ
Andrew ignored her, her grand-daughter showing her a dress the perfect excuse not to answer.
And then he heard you calling his name in a quiet voiceâŚ
His heart didnât just skip a few beats, it stopped altogether. Butterflies didnât cut it, these were fireworks in his stomach.
You were standing there in an emerald dress that fell across your calves, a low cut on your cleavage that made his wildest fantasies about you seem mild.
âWhat do you think? I like this one.â
You turned around to show him the back, or rather, the absence of clothing on the backless dress.
Andrew couldnât breathe. Couldnât thinkâŚ
You were so⌠soâŚ
âHow do I look?â
You were so⌠soâŚ
ââŚBreathtaking.â
You blinked up at him. And he tried to hide his reaction, but he couldnât. He must have looked stunned, a deer in headlights, and he couldnât help it. You were soâŚ
ââŚPerfect.â
You raised a surprised eyebrow, a shy smile forming on your lips.
He wanted to kiss you so badly. He wanted to touch the skin of your back the dress revealed. He wanted to run his fingers along your cleavage. He wanted to tear that gorgeous dress off youâŚ
He cleared his throat, averted his eyes so he would stop staring at you.
âYeah⌠thatâs⌠a good one.â
âI have another I like, hang on.â
He nodded, unable to look at you. He could feel warmth spreading through his body, but he would never survive the humiliation of getting a boner in the middle of a shop because you were trying dresses onâŚ
âNot your girlfriend, huh?â
Andrew turned to the stranger, the old woman giving him a knowing smile.
âYouâd better make her your girlfriend, before itâs too late.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âNo, of course not.â
She heaved a sigh, looking at the closed curtain of the fitting room where her grand-daughter had disappeared.
âMy husband looked at me like that, you know? The way you look at her. And I can only hope my grand-child will find someone who will look at her like that, too.â
âLike what?â
âLike she is the most beautiful thing on this earth.â
She stared right into his eyes.
âThe way you must be looked at when you are loved.â
Andrew struggled to swallow, looked away, fiercely blushing.
Christ, he was a desperate case. And if a stranger could notice his feelings for you, surely everyone had⌠what would you say if you noticed? Would you push him away? Would you break his heart?
You walked out of your cabin again, wearing a black dress this time. And Andrew tried to hide it better this time, but you looked divine. It fitted your curves perfectly, it made your body look like sinâŚ
âWhat about this one?â you asked, turning around, and Andrew hated himself for being unable to stop himself from staring at your arse.
âYeah⌠thatâs a good one too,â he nodded, clearing his throat.
âWhich one do you prefer?â
âI⌠I donât knowâŚâ
âCome on! I like both. I donât know which one to pick. Whatâs your favourite?â
He struggled to control his breathing, to slow down his heart.
âI⌠erm⌠I really liked the green one.â
âThe green one?â
âYeah, it⌠youâre gorgeous in this dress too though.â
He heard you clearing your throat too.
âRight⌠the green dress it is, then.â
âYeah⌠okay⌠grand⌠erm, like⌠goodâŚâ
âThanks, Andy.â
âDonât mention it.â
Christ, please, donât mention itâŚ
âIâll get changed real quick.â
He hummed as he nodded, still unable to look at you.
By his side, the elderly lady chuckled, and Andrew wanted to dissolve into nothing, a puddle on the ground, to simply be atomised into thin airâŚ
You bought the dress, Andrew drove you back to Trinity in relative silence. He was too busy picturing you in these dresses again, too busy trying not to picture you in these dresses again.
When you walked back to your office though, it was obvious that you were still sad. That search for a semblance of power over a situation you couldnât control was gone again. He let out a long exhale through his nose as he looked at you sitting behind your desk. He crossed the room, avoiding the lamp hanging from the ceiling, and gave you a soft smile.
âYouâre alright, Y/N?â
You shook your head.
âIâm sorry⌠I just⌠I canât get over it.â
âItâs okay. Youâre upset, thatâs all.â
âSeeing him like this⌠wearing these suits⌠he should have been wearing them for meâŚâ
âI know. I know, Y/N.â
âI want my life back.â
âBut you have one. You have one now. You donât need him in it.â
âI feel like I need him. I feel like I⌠like I just messed everything up.â
âYou didnât. You didnât mess anything up. None of this is your fault.â
âIf he chose her, then I must be lacking somethingâŚâ
âYouâre not. Trust me, youâre not lacking anything. Itâs his loss if he canât see whatâs right in front of him.â
You looked up at him, surprised by the sudden harshness of his tone.
âYou donât need him, Y/N⌠you⌠you could have better than him. You⌠heâs not⌠Heâs not even paying attention to you.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âHe doesnât really care. I think heâs a little too selfish for that.â
He shook his head.
âI see you with him, you know? Youâre not yourself. Youâre not⌠babbling away about cinema, or literature, or art or this recipe youâve just tried or⌠itâs like you just shut down. And you listen, and then you make a tiny summary of all the things you wanted to say⌠but youâre so fucking smart. Youâre so fucking interesting. Youâre⌠you shouldnât be with someone who doesnât care about what you have to say. And he fucking broke your heart! Why do you still want him? WhyâŚ?â
Why do you still want him, instead of me?
But he didnât say it. He stopped, and closed his fists tightly.
Andrew was growing annoyed, angry even. And of course you noticed, he reckoned he was doing a pretty bad job at hiding his true feelings.
âY/N⌠Frank⌠Iâm not saying heâs a bad person, butâŚâ
âBut?â
âBut he doesnât deserve you.â
You raised an eyebrow, visibly unimpressed.
âReally? Why not? Itâs not like Iâm anything special, anyway.â
Andrew frowned hard.
âAre you listening to yourself?!â he asked with something aghast in his voice, a genuine incomprehension that surprised you. âYouâre⌠youâre amazing. You deserve so much better than him! You deserve to be treated with respect, to have someone who actually pays attention to you, who cares about you, who listens to you when youâre talking about your passions, whoâs not going to disregard what youâre saying simply because they disagreeâŚâ
But you interrupted him with a scoff.
âPerfection doesnât exist, Andy. Iâve learned as much in life. I donât have a choice but to settle for less than that.â
âThereâs a difference between accepting someoneâs faults and flaws and setting the bar so low itâs actually buried undergroundâŚâ
âYouâre one to talk! Youâre still in love with Samantha despite how she hurt you, despite the fact that she doesnât give two shites about your poetry or your work, about the fact that she wonât make a single fucking effort for youâŚâ
âWho says Iâm still in love with her?â
You raised a surprised eyebrow, and you were genuinely taken aback this time, Andrew could tell.
âYouâre not?â you asked, your tone quieter, Andrew guessed that it was a side-effect of your surprise.
âNo, Iâm not. Iâve learnt my lesson. I want to move on. I⌠Iâm moving on.â
âWow⌠thatâs⌠good⌠Thatâs really grand, Andy. Is it⌠because of that woman you mentioned?â
Andrewâs heart sped up, he could feel himself panicking, he closed and opened his fists multiple times in an attempt to slow down his breathing.
âI⌠I mean⌠kind ofâŚâ
âKind of?â
âIâŚâ
He took a deep breath, gathering his courage.
âI want to be with her. I⌠I just⌠I havenât told her yet.â
âWhy not? You should ask her on a date.â
But he shook his head.
âShe wonât say yes. I know her, she wonât go on a date with me, not for now. Besides⌠Itâs too soon⌠for me too, I mean. I need to put Sam behind me for good, before I can try to be with her.â
You stared at him with a blank expression⌠or rather, not blank. The opposite. Like you felt something but tried to show the opposite reaction. The result was unreadable to him.
âIâm glad youâre moving on.â
But your tone was flat, and you didnât seem happy at all.
âThanks,â Andrew answered anyway.
You heaved a tired sigh.
âPlease, donât judge me with Frank. I⌠you donât understand.â
Andrew sighed too, let the air out through gritted teeth.
âNo, youâre right. I donât understand. I mean⌠I do. I do understand the process of grieving for a life that wasnât fully yours to begin with, but you thought would belong to you. But thatâs the thing, Y/N. You need to start grieving now. You canât remain stuck there forever. You⌠You deserve to be happy. You deserve better than that. Donât do that to yourself. Especially not for someone like him. We deserve better than this, Y/N.â
You stared at him now, tears in your eyes, a sight he wished he could banish forever. He would take all of your pain away if he could, he would suffer it in your stead.
âItâs not that easy, Andy,â you shook your head, taking a step back.
âIt could be. It could be, Y/NâŚâ
âIâve loved him for so longâŚâ
Andrew slowly nodded.
âYou could love again, with a little bit of time. He⌠he doesnât care about you, Y/N. He doesnât⌠listen when you talk. He acts like he does, but he doesnât. Heâs not interested in what makes you happyâŚâ
âNeither is Sam with you.â
âI know. I know, and I donât want that anymore.â
âBut I want Frank.â
Your voice was shaking, it didnât sound either earnest nor convincing. Still, hearing the words broke Andrewâs heart.
After everything⌠how could you still want Frank⌠why couldnât you want him instead?
Could you⌠could you ever want him?
Andrew closed his fists tightly, until he could feel the sharp pain of his nails digging crescent marks into his palm. Perhaps you would never want him. Maybe it wasnât just about Frank, maybe it was about him⌠maybe he was simply⌠not your type, not attractive to you, not good enough.
He let out a long, painful exhale through his nose.
âWould that make you happy?â he genuinely asked, voice quiet, deeper than usual, but softer than before as well. âIs that what will make you happy?â
You stared at him for a moment, then clenched your jaw. When you answered, he couldnât read in your eyes whether or not you were telling the truth. Maybe you were lying⌠against all odds, he hoped you were lying.
âYes.â
One word, breathed out, it was enough to break his heart.
Slowly, Andrew nodded.
âAlright, weâll do it then. Weâll go to that stupid party. Weâll make him jealous. Weâll make him see what heâs losing by choosing Sam over you. If itâs what it takes for you to be happy⌠As long as it makes you happy.â
âThank you.â
He stared at you as you walked back to your desk, sat before your computer, looked at the screen.
He turned around, blinking tears away, stood in front of the window behind his desk.
As long as it would make you happyâŚ
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Idea for you. Letâs say we have 5 characters living in one household. Theyâre all very close. A brings an illness into the house. B catches it while taking care of them. Then C joins the party. Then finally D catches it as well, leaving E to take care of all of them. They start to feel ill, but power through. By the time the others have recovered, Eâs fever is bad, and now they have to take care of the caretaker.
this flu season, everyone got sick.
First to fall was A, who came home from work with a pale face and a raspy voice and went straight to bed. When E went up to see them, they found them huddled in bed, blearily staring at the wall.
âI donât feel good,â they whimper.
Next, Câs nagging cough deepened. It had started a tickle in their throat, but soon moved all the way down into their chest. C was the active typeâalways going for runs and spending time outdoorsâso E knew they were in trouble when a short walk from room to room left C breathless, and soon, they were bedridden as well.
Then, B started complaining about feeling chilled.
âArenât you guys freezing?â They sat at the dinner table with D and E, a blanket clutched round their shoulders as they stare blankly at the meal theyâve barely touched.
âNo?â
B runs their hands up and down their arms, then hugs themselves tightly with a shudder. âI just canât get warm.â
D and E exchange a look before D rests a hand on Bâs shoulder. âIâll get the thermometer.â
In the span of 36 hours, three of them had become bedridden.
At first, itâs a bit of a joke between them all, D and E commiserating as they move between rooms with cough syrup, tissues, blankets, and tea.
âWe should open up our own hospital,â E cracks as they
But that all changes four days in when E comes downstairs to see D at the kitchen table, ashen-faced and clutching a mug of tea in their hands.
âD, you look awful.â
D hugs the mug closer to their chest and shudders, coughing weakly. âIâll manage. Itâs just the sniffles.â
Before D can move away, Eâs got a palm to their too-warm forehead and a sinking feeling in their chest. âOff to bed with you, D. Youâre the next victim.â
D groans, slumping over with their head on the kitchen table. âE, I canât just leave you.â
âYes, you can and you will. Youâre feverish and pale as death.â
D pulls the blanket tighter, a sheepish look on their face. âI thoughtâŚI thought it wouldnât get me too.â
âNo one thinks it will. Bed. Now.â
So thatâs how D winds up the fourth victim of the flu, and despite their protests, they were arguably the worst hit. What they tried to pass off as a quick rest turned into a six-hour nap. they woke that evening with a 104 fever, having sweat through their clothes and bedsheets.
âItâs going to be a long night,â E whispers under their breath.
ââââââ-
Two days later, Eâs standing in the kitchen, fighting to keep their eyes open as the coffee brews, when they feel it.
A chill, prickling between their shoulder blades before it washes over their whole body.
No. Iâm just overworked and sleep deprived.
Generously, E had slept for a combined 3 or 4 hours over the past two nights. It was partially their own fault. Theyâd been sleeping on the hallway floor so they could be equally close to everyone, which meant they heard every whimper, every cough, every quiet plea for help.
C had been up all night with a body-wracking cough, and Bâs fever had spiked twice, which meant two changes into dry pajamas. A seemed to be through the worst of it, but they were still so weak they had to be helped to the bathroom. D woke at 2 in the morning, wracked with chills so violent that E gave into their pleas and helped them take a bath to warm up. After being dried off, they spent the rest of the night clutching a hot water bottle.
After that ordeal, E hadnât even gone to bedâtheyâd just collapsed on Dâs carpet, tugged the nearest blanket around themselves, and passed out.
Until they were woken by Câs coughing a couple hours later, and it all began again.
I'll just finish these dishes and then go sit by the fire. It's probably just this cold snap getting to me.
But as they wash dish after dish, E finds that each one becomes harder and harder to lift. Even the effort of standing makes their knees shake, and goosebumps prickle on Eâs arms for no reason at all.
No. No. I canât get sick.
By midmorning, itâs clear that something is very wrong. Eâs chilled to the bone, despite being layered in thermals, a thick sweater and multiple pairs of socks. They resist the urge to wrap up in their bathrobeâthe others will know something is wrong if they have that many visible layers on.
So they take A a glass of water, trying to hide how badly their hands are shaking when they hand it off. A must be thirsty enough they donât notice as they gulp the glass down, but they frown once theyâve finished.
âE, youâre pretty peaked.â
âHmm?â E snaps to attention, their focus drifting.
âYou just look sorta washed out. Have you been sleeping?â
âIâve been fine. As much sleep as I can with four patients to take care of,â E snaps. They instantly regret their tone as A flinches, then raises their eyebrows. âSorry. Itâs justâŚitâs been a lot.â
A props themselves up, wrapping their discarded robe around their shoulders. âE, I promise Iâm feeling better. I can sit with D for a whileââ
âNo way. You couldnât even walk yesterday.â
âAnd that was yesterday,â A says, patiently. âGive me an hour. If I donât feel up to it, Iâll tell you.â
âFine,â E says, too tired to fight with a suddenly chipper A. âBut if you even seem slightly faint, itâs back to bed.â
ââââââ
C is the next patient to raise alarms. Though their hacking cough has rendered them voiceless, they seem to be on the mendâvigorously pointing on things and writing messages on their notepad.
E, you look sick. C stabs the pointed message with their finger for emphasis.
E stifles a groan. âYouâre one to talk. Drink your cough medicine.â
C accepts the shot of dark red syrup, but their eyes donât leave B as they take it.
E meets A in the hallway, and before they can ask, A rattles off a report on B. âFeverâs still holding steady at 101.4. Theyâre miserable, but theyâre not going to die. Gave them a cold washcloth, aspirin, and an extra blanket.â
âThatâsâŚ.good work, A.â
A rolls their eye. âYouâre not the only one who can play nurse.â
D is the final stopâtheyâre still in the roughest shape, feverish and mumbling incoherently, but A manages to soothe them with a cool hand to the forehead and some soft words. E adds another blanket to Dâs bed and forces some more medicine into them, and Dâs asleep in three minutes.
All patients accounted for, they leave D to rest. Eâs about to tellâno, demandâthat A goes back to bed, when a sudden dizzy feeling washes over them, and they grab the doorframe.
âE? You alright?â
âIâŚ..IâŚâ Suddenly, E canât even form words, they just know theyâre freezing, and theyâre torn between keeping hold of the wall and wrapping their arms around themselves, get warm get warm get warm, and when they choose neither, their knees buckle and they crumple to the floor.
ââââââ
The first thing E realizes, as A and C help them to sit on their bed, is that their sheets are crisp and clean. When was the last time theyâd slept a full night in their bed?
âA, goâŚ.go to bed,â E rasps weakly through chattering teeth, huddling on the edge of the bed as A helps them into pajamas. âIâll manage.â
âE, you canât even keep your head up. Just let us help you change.â
E shudders weakly as their bare, feverish skin hits the chilly air, and A eases them under the covers, rubbing their back. âThere you go. Nice and warm.â E leans into the touch, groaning softly, and they feel a thermometer poke under their tongue.
â103.6.â
E groans, pulling the blankets tighter. âIâŚI canât be sick.â
âHush.â A covers them with another blanket. âYou took care of us, now let us take care of you.â
E is too feverish and cold and achy to protest, so they let them.
#dug this out of the drafts!!!#i am never writing five unnamed characters again lol#this was so hard to write haha#cold whump#sickfic#sickfic prompt#flu#fever whump
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Two left feet
.ăťă.ăťăâăť.ăťâŤăťă. .ăťă
pairing: idol!dino x afab!reader
Content: dance teachers minghao and hoshi, down bad Dino, gf who wants to surprise Dino
Warnings: none, just fluffy and loving Chan
Word count: 769
A/n: I came up with this one while talking to oomf and knew I had to do it IMMEDIATELY. I hope you enjoy it! <3 thank you @spocedam for beta reading, ily wifey
.ăťă.ăťăâăť.ăťâŤăťă.ăťă.ăťăâăť.ăťâŤăťăăťă.
You sit in the practice room, watching your boyfriend, Chan, as he dances, practicing a dance for his newest âDanceologyâ. âYouâre amazing, baby,â You murmur under your breath, as the song finishes up.
âThank you, my love.â He smiles, coming to sit next to you. âYou should dance with me sometime.â
You laugh, a dry, humorless laugh. âYou know better than anyone that I have two left feet, and canât dance to save my life.â
He smiles gently, wrapping an arm around you and placing a kiss on your temple. âBut still, it would be fun to dance with you.â
You sigh, âChannie, you have enough dancing talent for both of us.â You smile, pressing a kiss to his sweaty cheek.
âMaybe one day?â He asks, a small pout on his lips.
You smile softly, unable to resist his pout. âI donât dance, but maybe I can try for you.â
And thatâs how you ended up in the practice room with Soonyoung and Minghao, panting and out of breath, as they teach you the dance to âWaitâ. âGuys, I donât know if I can do this,â you pant, taking a swig of your water.
âYou can!â Soonyoung says. âYou just have to practice. You wanna do this for him, right?â
âWeâll be here, every step of the way,â Minghao says softly.
âThanks guysâŚâ You say, giving them an appreciative smile.
âOkay!â Soonyoung says, clapping his hands. âFrom the top!â
Over the next three months, whenever Soonyoung and Minghao have time, they help you with the dance, occasionally the other members will come in and watch, cheering you on. Itâs been hard for them, to keep this a secret. But they do it because they know how much it will mean to Chan.
âBaby, clear up your calendar for next Saturday,â you smile as you walk into your apartment, locking the door behind you.
âWell hello to you too,â he chuckles. âWhatâs next Saturday?â
You walk up to him and kiss his cheek. âItâs a surprise!â You giggle.
âWhatâs the surprise?â He smiles.
âBaby, itâs a surprise, why would I tell you?â You chuckle, pinching his cheek.
He whines, a smile on his face. âPleaseeeeeeeee?â
âYouâll just have to wait and find out.â You say, a sly grin on your face.
The next week leading up to your âsurpriseâ, youâre practicing with Soonyoung and Minghao every night, occasionally having the other members come in and give you tips. And itâs HARD to hide it from Chan, especially as you get more nervous leading up to the actual event. You even almost get caught practicing at home a few times, but play it off as you just doing a silly little dance.
The day of your âexhibitionâ, as Soonyoung likes to call it, arrives, and youâve never felt more nervous. âYouâll do great,â Minghao assures you. âYouâve been practicing for three months, and it looks amazing.â
âYeah! And you look great, too!â Soonyoung quips. Soonyoung had taken the duty of finding a more feminine version of your boyfriendâs âWaitâ outfit.
âHeâs here!â Soonyoung beams, giggling as he runs to his position in the center of the room.
âBabe?â He asks, as he opens the door, eyes drawn to your outfit, the way it hugs your body perfectly, and Minghao and Soonyoung waving cheerily at him.
âHey,â you smile.
ââŚ.whats going on?â He asks, eyebrow raised.
âJust sit down, and youâll see, okay?â You smile, leading him to a seat. You give him a kiss on the cheek before walking to the center of the room, Soonyoung and Minghao behind you, as your backup dancers.
The music starts, and you dance, focusing on the flow of the music, but still keeping sharp and precise movements. You make eye contact with Chan a few times, blushing as you do so. The last note of the song plays and you look at Chan, a smile on your face. His mouth is agape, eyes wide, and heâs unable to speak for a moment. âBabe..?â You ask softly.
âW-when did you learn this?â He mutters.
âOver the past few monthsâŚI wanted to surprise you.â You say shyly.
He walks up and throws his arms around you, nuzzling his head into your neck. âYou did this for me?â He asks softly.
You pull away enough just to see his face and nod. âOf course, baby.â
He smiles and presses his lips onto yours, earning whoops and cheers from the members around you. He smiles as he pulls away, cupping your cheek. âTwo left feet my ass, youâre not gonna get out of dancing with me anymore.â
#kpop#kpopidol#seventeenff#seventeen#svt dino#lee chan#svt x reader#svt imagines#svt#svt fanfic#svt chan#svt lee chan#svt fluff
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The Heart Pirates and Strawhat Pirates dont meet that often. It is always a thing of chance, depending where the ocean carries them. If their logpose points to the same island or if there is some big event that is happening.
Luffy is always his exciteable self when he sees Law, running to chat with him and catch up on everything they've done since parting
Law's friends tease him each time, laughing as they yell "Look Captain Your Long Distance Penpal/Friend is here! Now you can stop muttering about him"
Law grumbles and corrects them that they are just allies.
Luffy while actively glomping him in a hug says 'Nuh-uh, we're best friends!'
The heart pirates lose it every time at Law's blushing expression that he hides under his hat as he corrects Luffy that they are just allies
They do this every few weeks, and each time Law says no like a liar in denial, Luffy one ups what they are.
One day he calls Law his boyfriend, not joking one bit. Silence falls over the hearts ship because this is big news! Their captain got a boyfriend! Law denying strawhat was his friend was funny because Law does that to everyone but a boyfriend
And Law doesnt deny it! He turns a bright red, and shambles them both away.
The good natured jokes and rumors spiral after that as Shachi, Bepo and Penguin get to plotting what is the best way to tease their captain about it without making him run away from kissing strawhat and feelings. They are set on being the best wingman immediately xd
Eventually Luffy is straight up calling Law his husband, and using all sorts of terms of endearement to show hoe much he loves Law. It still makes Law bristles as he is not used to constant direct expressions of love but they mean so much to him.
Luffy knows this, he was there in dressrosa and know how much a certain someones last words stuck with Law but also gave him doubts. So Luffy wants Law to know everyday that he is loved!
Luffy will call up Law on his snail just to say "Love you" and hang up before Law can answer. It left Law a blushing mess for a whole day the first time he did it.
One day Law says I love you back, and Luffy immediately gets Nami to take them to Law's ship so they can throw up a party because they are super official now right!? That might aswell be Traffy asking him out!
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𪜠early morning rookanis enjoy đŞś
Lucanis leaves the pantry to see Rook stumbling towards the stove, delightfully disheveled. Hair tumbling from her head in a middle part instead of swooped across her skull and down one shoulder, shirt umbuttoned lower than he dares to look.
Spite still points out the green and purple fabric of her breastband.
"Good morning." She jumps, suddenly, only barely keeps from spraining her ankle.
"Where did you come from?"
Lucanis points his thumb over his shoulder.
"The pantry. Like every morning." Rook huffs, runs both hands up her face and lightly pulls at the roots of her curls. "Short night?"
"My night was long enough," she starts, moving out of his way and leaning against the worktop, watching him light the fire in the oven. "Then I had the weirdest dream in a minute, right before waking up. Whatever rest I got - ruined."
"Want to talk about it? It'll take a while for the water to boil."
Rook rubs at her eyes.
"Dreamt Emmrich made me partake in some Fade magic or whatever but it backfired and I came out tall and skinny, but really disproportionate."
Came back wrong. Smells not right. Dry potsoil. Old, dry potsoil.
"Would.. would you not prefer to be tall and skinny?" Lucanis himself could surely do with a few more inches in the legs, on his bad days.
It dawns on him an instant too late, the way his question sounds, even to his own ears. But she's not offended. Far from it, actually.
"Are you kidding? Absolutely not. Have you seen my thighs?" Rook stands back up straight and cocks her hip. The high Crow boots and tight pants hug her curves enticingly. "Luscious, but spacially demanding."
A pause, as he crushes some coffee beans in a mortar. If he remembers his labels correctly, these beans will have a hint of chocolate flavor in them.
"Besides, people never think it's the short, fat elf who'll kill them." Lucanis snorts at that.
He pretends not to notice the way Rook's eyes linger on his forearm, the popping veins and the shifting muscles.
"Would you prefer to be taller?" Rook asks after a while.
"Sometimes. Though less because of the actual height and more because of the jokes." The noise out of her is knowing, familiar.
"Head taller than a cheese wheel." A phrase they both must have heard more times than they could care to count, judging by the familiarity in the way she quotes it. She moves away from the cooking corner, toward the cupboard around the stairs.
"How did you get into coffee?" She asks it as though it's a story she knows, and knows it well. So, as per usual, he deflects.
"How does anyone get into coffee? I imagine you told someone you were tired and they handed you a cup." Lucanis pauses, as he transfers the ground beans into a filterrag and secures it over the pot. "Only that it made you more tired."
She laughs, wiping out the two cups she chose with a dishrag.
"Accurate. Though the way you speak about coffee, it sounds like more of a revelation."
11 cups, Rook. Last night. ELEVEN. WE NEVER SLEEP AGAIN. STAY SUBDUED. STAY AWAKE. ALL THE SHITS.
"Our barista bought samples of all beans available in Treviso. Had me try them to find Caterina's favorite. I was fourteen. Didn't sleep for five days."
They're lucky she chose tin mugs. Her jaw drops, and so does her grip on the mug, and it falls loudly onto the tiles.
"One: you have a barista at home?!"
"Not anymore. Last I was there, I made my own coffee. The other staff don't get it right."
"The other staff?"
Lucanis shrugs, as he takes the kettle with an oven cloth and pours the hot water over the filterrag in slow, deliberate circles. The few memories he has of his parents, they waited on him hand and foot. After they were killed, and he went to live with Caterina, her staff.
"I'm sure your house has staff."
"Viago's the Talon, Lucanis. The Fledglings are his staff."
True point, he thinks. Viago has a tighter grip, more control over his underlings. So they don't get ideas. The reason he's constantly peddling with orphanages and whorehouses is that the moment a Fledgling even breathes wrong in his presence, they disappear. Myself is my true king, and he makes sure everyone knows it like the know the sun also rises.
"Two," she continues, either oblivious to secondary string of thought that always seems to run in the background no matter what or electing to ignore it. She has picked up the fallen mug and wipes it off yet again. "You drank every sample in one night?"
"The best beans at the time were from the Montilyet vineyard, surprisingly, crushed in a coarse herb mortar, run through alchemy water that's just about to boil. Press it onto this tiny metal sieve and pour the water as fast as you can without getting the grounds in your cup." During his youth, he drank that prep so often he can no longer think of it without recoiling. "I got so much done that week. And have no recollection of any of it."
She laughs. Holds both mugs as Lucanis transfers the ready coffee into their mugs. She already put creamer and a sugarstick into one of them.
"Sounds like you to remember the coffee and nothing else." The sugarstick serves as a spoon as she mixes creamer, coffee and the sugar falling off of it. "What's in this one?"
"If you believe me, the beans in Neve's pellet coffee before they abuse them beyond recognition. It's supposed to have a chocolate aftertaste."
She raises her eyebrows at him, lifting the cup to her lips.
"You think you can save that hogwash?" The expression on her face tells him there's no saving this. "Maybe the beans just suck."
"What can I say?" He takes a sip. Oh, dear. "If anyone can, it's me."
"Did Caterina like any of the samples you tried?"
"Of course not. She prefers tea over coffee. It was a lost cause."
Rook laughs so hard and sudden she inhales her swill. Spite laughs at the way it drips out of her nose.
đŞś
i know bioware fixed that bug but idc if i saw it happen and they patched it its a dream now i dont make the rules
i still don't know how coffee works but I love some tevinter slander lmao
I'm trying to break out of the chronologic thing I had going with solavellan and just write what I feel like writing and its really cathartic ngl [also the way I finished my thesis and went straight back to creative writing for the first time in like FIVE YEARS lmao]
@lanafofana if you want me to tag u in ONLY what we talked about you gotta let me know lmao
@vespaer77 i forgot to tag u in my rookanis stuff and tbf I don't know if you WANT to be tagged in that but here u go haha
[~rina]
#rookanis#rook x lucanis#lucanis dellamorte#dragon age#dragonage#lucanis my beloved#lucanis x rook#dragon age lucanis#lucanis dragon age#spite dragon age#dragon age the veilguard#antivan crow rook#rook#de riva#rook de riva#de riva rook#veilguard spoilers#rinawrites#rinascreamsaboutbioware
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his favourite part of your body - OT7 (idol AU)
â. *. â Mark
⢠your lips: you have pretty plumped lips and you usually wear lip gloss. you often catch him staring at your mouth while you talk.
⢠"sorry what were you saying baby?"
⢠he often gift you new lips products. you don't buy them anymore since you met himđ
⢠"that's the new lip gloss, isn't it?"
⢠he wants to kiss you 24/7.
⢠"plaese, baby, just a peck"
⢠you make sure to put on some lip gloss before getting on your knees and giving him head.
⢠"god, baby. you know me so well"
â. *. â Renjun
⢠your hands: you have soft and slim hands, you like to wear gold jewellery. he likes to play with your hands when you're talking, they're just addictive.
⢠once he got turned on by how you were turning the pages of your book.
⢠he gift you new rings every now and then.
⢠"i like this new hand cream. is it peach scented?"
⢠lots of kisses on your knuckles.
⢠there's a reason if he loves to interwine your hands together before you two climax in bed...
⢠you're much smaller than him and seeing your little hands on his body makes him go feral.
⢠"look at you... c'mon, honey, use your pretty hands on me"
â. *. â Jeno
⢠your whole body: you're not super skinny and he fell in love with your curves instantly.
⢠he loves to just rest his hands on your belly and he loves your thick thighs.
⢠"tonight i dreamed about dying suffocated between your thighs. i woke up with the worst boner ever"
⢠he asks you to sit on his face at least once a month.
⢠you're not insecure about your body and he finds that even sexier.
⢠you sometimes steal his credit card to buy new coordinated lingerie and he thanks you every time.
⢠your ass cheeks are his favourite anti-stress. he prefers the right one, for some reason.
⢠"they fit perfectly in my hands, it's crazy"
â. *. â Haechan
⢠your neck: you have a pretty long neck and you never forget to wear your signature scent... and he happens to be in love with it.
⢠he loves to fall asleep with his face buried in your neck while you lazily run your fingers in his hair.
⢠"i would gladly die here, like this"
⢠you became a master in the art of covering hickeys.
⢠he loves how you always wear your silver necklace, it compliments your skin so well. it's just the cherry on top.
⢠"i just want to crawl inside your skin. this close is not enough"
⢠lots of kisses starting from your collarbones all the way up to your jawline.
⢠"so fucking sweet. you're something else, istg"
â. *. â Jaemin
⢠your back: he fell in love with you at first sight seeing you in a fancy black dress that left your back uncovered. since then, that's his favourite thing in the world.
⢠he gives you back massages to turn you on but in the end you fall asleep and he's the one hornier than ever.
⢠he has plenty of pics of your bare back in his phone gallery.
⢠"look! look how perfect you are"
⢠you picked up the habit of laying on your belly on the bed, so when he comes in he excitedly lays on your back and hugs you. you can't move anymore.
⢠kisses. kisses. kisses. bites. other kisses.
⢠your back is the reason he loves to take you doggy style.
⢠"god, you're so beautiful from here, princess"
â. *. â Chenle
⢠your legs: you're a volleyball player so you have pretty muscolar legs. there's a reason he loves to watch you play in those scandalous shorts.
⢠"are those even legal?"
⢠he gives you rubs from your ankles all the way up to your thighs, he just loves to touch them in every way possible.
⢠you once apologized because you didn't have time to shave properly and he looked at you like you were crazy.
⢠"what are you talking about? i love this, you're so hot"
⢠he loves to bring your legs over his shoulders while he's on top of you.
⢠when he's on tour he often asks for some pictures.
⢠"you know what i want, (y/n). take off those pants for me"
â. *. â Jisung
⢠your butt: he'll never admit it but he literally drools over your ass.
⢠he literally can't watch you play volleyball because what if he get caught staring at your ass by chenle? That's a no.
⢠you got him the first boner just by sitting on his legs.
⢠"i'm not obsessed over it... i like it, of course i do... it's you"
⢠he loves to hug you from behind for a reason.
⢠he always asks for your permission to touch it and would never do it in front of other people.
⢠you once sat on his dick turning you back at him and he came in that exact moment.
⢠"fuck- what was that? do it again"
#nct#nct dream#nct dream imagines#nct fanfic#haechan#haechan imagines#huang renjun#jaemin imagines#jeno lee#jeno nct#nct mark#mark lee#renjun nct#nct dream jeno#nct jeno#lee jeno#jeno#jeno x reader#nct dream haechan#nct haechan#lee donghyuck#nct jaemin#na jaemin#jaemin#chenle imagines#nct dream chenle#nct chenle#chenle#park jisung imagines#park jisung
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matt sturniolo x ice skater!fem!reader
đ ŕŁŞË ŕ˝ŕ˝˛ŕ˝ŕž You and Matt have a love-hate relationship... too bad that you have to see each other almost every day, since you are his little sister's coach.
warning: a little angst(?), matt is a little asshole, bestfriends to enemies to lovers trope.
a/n: this was really quick but i hope you like it ;) i think im gonna make this a series idk chat; english its not my first language!!! sorry for the mistakes.
Matt parked the car and turned off the radio, he sighed and looked in the rearview mirror where his little sister, Rosie, had fallen asleep on the way to her ice skating practice. Her head was resting on her jacket, she made a 'pillow' by wrapped the jacket between the door and her shoulder. Matt couldn't help but smile a little.
She started ice skating a few months ago and was amazed. She was always very excited to get to her practices and whenever they finished she would get sad. And the reason for that, was you.
Rosie loved spending time with you and always paying attention to you with her big, blue and curious eyes. And she always repeated how pretty you were to his parents and brothers.
Matt, specifically, knew who you were for many years. You were best friends in elementary school until mid-high school, and you guys stopped talking because he became 'too popular' to be spending time with you, his words. Then a year later, the YouTube channel with his brothers, Chris and Nick, blew up and none of you knew about each other until Rosie, for her 10th birthday, begged her parents to sign her up for Ice Skating classes.
And here you were, seeing each other every day...
Matt always treating you dry and never avoiding rolling his eyes every time you spoke. And you, just wanting to punch him in the face and never see him again.
While Matt was a total asshole with you. Rosie was the total opposite.
"Rosie... bub, we are here." Matt moved her knee gently to wake her up.
"mmhm" She muttered opening her eyes and then rubbing them. Matt got out of the car and walked to her door to get her bag and help her get out of the car.
Once that was done, and Rosie couldn't contain her excitement to seeing you. Running and jumping while Matt almost fell with the pink bag.
When you guys enter to the rink, the little girl screamed with joy when she saw you. Matt made a face and you did too, but that was gone when she hugged your legs.
"Alright alright, someone its excited" You said while laughing at the little girl excitement.
â
Two hours had already passed and Matt was already getting tired of listening to you repeat the same thing over and over again. Once you did for final the class, Matt almost shouted hallelujah to the ceiling. He was getting tired.
And so were you, his annoying and exaggerated sighs for you to hear, every time you looked at him and he rolled his eyes... making sure you knew he was pissed. You couldn't give a big fuck, but it was the same in all the classes he brought Rosie.
And you were getting tired of his attitude.
When the girls went to one side of the blichers to untie their shoes. You took the opportunity to go straight to Matt.
When he saw you approaching him, he couldn't help but smirk a little.
"If this is too boring for you, I think is better for you to stop bringing Rosie. You are really distracting." You said while crossing your arma on your chest.
"Maybe you shouldn't be looking at me all the time and start paying more attention to your students. Some of them really need to perfect some skills" He said with a cocky smirk that almost made you throw up.
Before you could respond, Rosie approached with her shoes in her hand. Basically screaming with her eyes without saying anything to one of you guys to help her change her shows.
"I'll do it" Murmured to kneel and help his little sister.
You just roll your eyes in annoyed without Rosie to see.
Hoping that tomorrow it would be her parents who brought Rosie and not Matt.
sorry if this a completely shit.
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Of Butterflies and Backstrokes Part 14
Here were at the penultimate chapter. Just one more chapter to go and I am so proud of this little story. I know I said that yesterday but it is just such a good story.
The final chapter will be up on Friday!
In this we a misunderstanding, Eddie gets advice from his new roommate, Dr. Hughes is a saint.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13
*throws cliffhanger at you and runs!*
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Steve had been to a lot of places when he competed but nothing was quite like London, England.
The city was massive for a start. And ancient in ways America just isnât. Steve, Wayne, and Robin had book their flight through Gatwick instead of Heathrow to save on money and so they arrived ahead of the athletes. Which game them time to see a bit of the city.
Robin squealed with delight when she got to ride on the top of a double-decker bus.
âThe only thing that would make this better is if it was purple and had a third level!â she said excitedly.
Max had introduced Robin to Harry Potter and there was no going back. She was a Ravenclaw of course. And a good portion of her clothes were in blue or silver. There was no way to get the original blue and bronze from the book for love or money, much to her dismay.
Wayne just shook his head. He didnât veer far from his sports and shows, but he did enjoy a good British mystery. Him and Eddie watched Sherlock. Though, everyone watched Doctor Who religiously every Saturday on Steveâs big screen TV.
They traveled over the London Bridge, the real one and not the Tower Bridge that everyone confuses it to be. Itâs a regular suspension bridge. Which Robin thought was lame.
They arrived at their hotel and Steve and Robin went into one room and Wayne went into the other. Once they were showered and changed, they went to go meet Eddie at the airport. They waited by the baggage claim for him to arrive.
They saw a bunch of athletes pile out of security and they jumped up and down trying to find in the crowd.
Wayne spotted him first. He waved his arm in the air. âEddie!â
Those chocolate button eyes lit up as Eddie heard his name being called. Suddenly Steve and Robin were joining in and calling his name too.
He patted someone on the shoulder and trotted over to the three of them. He gave them all hugs.
âCan you believe it?â Eddie squealed. âThe actual fucking Olympics. And all thanks to Stevie here, seeing my potential.â
Steve ducked his head to hide his blush. âI may have recognized your talent, but youâre the one who got you here.â
Eddie looked over his shoulder. âLook, guys. Iâd love to stay and chat, but they want us to jump through hoops and shit, so Iâve got to go. But Iâll message you once I get the chance, okay?â
They all nodded and once Eddie got his luggage he was sprinting back to the other athletes.
âWell that was certainly something,â Robin said dryly, pursing her lips together. âI realize that he probably has to check in and stuff, but who was that guy he was chatting with before he noticed us?â
Steveâs stomach twisted as he tried to tell himself he had no claim to Eddie. Eddie was only twenty to his own twenty-six. It was good Eddie was meeting people his own age. Maybe... he gulped hard. Maybe find someone to have a fling with or even...He closed his eyes. He shook his head.
âSteve?â Robin asked breaking into his revery with a hand on his shoulder. âHey, Iâve been calling your name for a bit there. You okay?â
âYeah, sorry,â he said with a blinding, and blindingly false smile. âJust hard to be here and not be competing, you know?â
Robin and Wayne shared a glance. They really hadnât thought about that aspect of this trip. They had been so excited to see Eddie in the Olympics that they forgot that had Steve not been hurt last time, he would be with Eddie, getting his badge and room sorted. Instead of here with the family members.
âSorry, Steve,â Robin murmured. âI feel like such a bad friend now.â
Steve shrugged her off. He looked at his watch. âI think Iâm going to call Dr. Hughes.â He walked off in the direction of the exit, leaving behind a hurt Robin and a solemn Wayne.
Once he was out in open air, Steve felt like he could breathe again. The feelings for Eddie plus the weight of not being one of the athletes was just suddenly too much.
He chew on his thumbnail as he dialed Dr. Hughes. âPlease pick up. Please pick up.â
âHello, Steve,â Dr. Hughes said warmly. âI was expecting you to call today for I took the day off to be available to you.â
Steve slumped against the building wall and huffed out a watery laugh. âAm I really that predictable?â
âNo, Steve,â Dr. Hughes assured him. âTrauma is that predictable. I canât imagine what youâre going through right now, seeing Eddie standing where you stood four years ago. All hopes and dreams and to have them taken away from you so quickly. Youâre allowed to grieve that. Iâm proud of you for reaching out.â
âItâs just so heartbreaking,â Steve said, fighting back tears. âI thought I could be happy enough for Eddie. But I just want to shake him.â He cocked his head to the side. âOr, you know, kiss him.â
Dr. Hughes chuckled. âI was wondering when you were going to admit to that one. Youâve been pining after that boy for so long, Steve.â
âItâs unethical,â Steve huffed, tilting his head back until it hit the wall behind him. âIâm his coach and Iâm six years older. I canât be lusting over a twenty year old that I have authority over. I donât want to lose him by being removed as his coach. I think that would devastate us both.â
âThatâs certainly true,â he murmured. âBut you arenât his coach right now and it might be a good idea to at least confront those feelings and see where it takes you. You can always find someone else to coach him. Promote Robin. Iâm sure sheâd love that.â
Steve chuckle was a little watery this time. âYeah, I donât doubt it. Sheâd throw me under a bus if meant getting a fancy coaching jacket.â
Dr. Hughes chuckled back. âWell maybe toss in a bag of corn chips and then sheâll throw you under the bus.â
âThanks Dr. Hughes,â Steve said, smiling now. âWill it be okay if I call you more during the next two weeks?â
âFortnight,â Dr. Hughes said in amusement, âthe British call two weeks a fortnight. But yes Steve you can call me at any time. Doesnât matter the time, all right?â
âYeah, of course,â Steve said breathing a sigh of relief. âThanks again. And hopefully it wonât be too soon.â
âIt wouldnât matter if it was,â Dr. Hughes said gently. âTrauma is like a box with a button in it and a ball rotating around. At first the ball, life if you will, will keeping hitting the button. Over and over again. Then with time, therapy, and good support system the ball gets smaller and starts to ping off the sides and at odd times, often when you least expect it, the ball will hit the button.â
âIâm not sure I understand,â Steve whined, pinching the bridge of his nose.
âItâs like in âThe Emperorâs New Grooveâ,â Dr. Hughes explained with a chuckle, âwhen the squirrel pops the balloon and nothing happens but when Kuzco yells Ha! it wakes the panthers. Itâs a bit like that.â
âOh okay,â he said. âI think I get it. Something bad will happen and you think it will trigger it but it doesnât. Then something you thought youâd be fine with suddenly awakens the sleeping panthers?â
âThatâs it exactly,â Dr. Hughes said approvingly. âYou get some sleep and maybe a small snack, both will help with the feelings you have.â
âThanks again,â Steve said and hung up. He looked up to see Wayne and Robin standing a respectful distance away. âSorry about that, guys.â
âDonât you be apologizing for being overwhelmed, you hear?â Wayne said dryly. âItâs not your fault weâre a pair of idiots.â
Robin came up and gave him a big hug. âYeah. Weâre really sorry. But youâve got to tell us when you get these feelings, we canât read your mind, okay?â
Steve nodded into her arms. âIâll try to but sometimes it just hits me out of nowhere and I canât control that.â
âRoger that!â she said with a sniffle. âIâm guessing just now was one of those moments where it just hit you?â
âYeah,â he said letting out a shuddering breath. âI was watching Eddie laughing with his teammates and it just suddenly became too much.â
âYou always were wet, Harrington,â a sneering voice said from behind them. âI just didnât realize it was that bad.â
Steve turned around slowly. âBilly Hargrove. I was ultimately surprised Jason made it through the trials. Who did you pay off to take the hit in his heat?â
Billyâs sneer grew to a snarl. âYou always thought you were better than everyone else, Harrington but look at you now. Crying in an airport.â
âYou always were a better liar than you were a swimmer,â Steve scoffed. âMaybe you should run along and leave the winning to the people who know what that looks like.â
âBitch,â he snapped and stormed off to a rental Jag that was waiting for him on the curb.
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Eddie would have flopped face first into the mattress but he was pretty sure that if he did, it would collapse under him. His roommate was a guy named Trent York, who also had been his seat partner on the flight over. They had a lot in common. They liked D&D, fantasy movies, and
they both grew up poor.
Alas, Trent not only as straight as an arrow, but was planning on proposing to his girlfriend if he got on the podium for any of his events.
God, he wished he had been able to stick around with Steve and Wayne and Robin. But Steve had been there before and knew how hectic it was when they first landed, right?
Right?
But when he turned around to wave goodbye, Steve had this look. Like Eddie had done something wrong. And as much as he hated to admit it, it took him awhile to figure out why. From Wayne and his friendsâ point of view, it looked like he had been flirting with Trent and then hurried to get back to him.
Which had not been the case and he really didnât want to have have to overexplain to Steve that it wasnât what it looked like. Eddie already felt like he was pressuring Steve into something he didnât want to do.
Which he was absolutely not about, at all.
He laid gently on the bed and flopped awkwardly around so that he was face down into the pillow.
Trent, who had gone to the bathroom huff out a startled laugh. âI really donât want to know, man. Just donât bring anyone back to the room and I wonât either.â
Eddie mumbled something in reply.
âSorry I didnât catch that,â Trent said sitting down on his bed.
Eddie turned his head so that it was no longer smashed into the pillow. âIâm in love with my swimming coach from back home.â
âAh.â
Trent looked around for a moment and then spotted a folding chair nearby. He grabbed it and set it up next to Eddie. Then sat on it backwards.
âThatâs rough shit, Ed,â he said gently. âI canât imagine what I would do if Lucy was my coach instead of the one of the girls in the club I swim with. Does he know how you feel?â
Eddie sat up and pulled his knees to his chest. âYeah. And he feels the same. Heâs just worried that swimming commission will remove him as my coach and as all the other coaches where I swim are stuck up snobs, they wouldnât take me on and Iâd have to quit again.â
âAh ha.â
Trent thought for a moment. âThere are a couple other options.â
Eddie scoffed. âLike what?â
âTell them to fuck off?â Trent suggested. âItâs discouraged not forbidden.â
âThatâs what I keep telling him,â Eddie said rolling his eyes. âBut heâs got some serious trauma and has anxiety.â
âWho did you say your coach was?â
âSteve Harrington.â
âOkay,â Trent said, his eyes wide in shock. âIâll admit that even I would tap that if I was gay. Holy shit. Plus like God tier level skill in the water, too. Yeah. Okay. That certainly makes things harder.â
âTell me about it,â Eddie huffed. âSo what were your other suggestions for wooing said God?â
Trent pursed his lips together. âFind a coach willing to teach you? Like maybe go to a different pool. Just donât give up, okay? You really donât need this right now when youâre about to compete on the world level.â
Eddie let out a shuddering breath. âThanks, Trent.â
âAny time.â
~
Eddie made a huge show of apologizing to Steve about how he flounced off when he should have been more attentive.
Steve laughed. âEddie, Iâm a neurotic mess and youâre human. Iâll okay. I promise.â
The smile that he got in return was blinding. Yeah, okay. He really wanted to kiss those lips. But he was going to wait until after his first meet.
Which was in only twenty minutes.
âGo on!â Steve huffed, shooing the menace away. âYouâll be late and I will not have that over my head.â
Eddie raced off as he shook his head fondly.
âYou always did have terrible taste,â Robin said dryly.
Steve pushed her playfully. âYeah, sure. This coming from Miss âTammy Thompson Doesnât Sing That Badâ, I donât believe my taste is any worse than yours.â
Robin cocked her head to the side and then shrugged. âYeah all right, thatâs fair.â
Steve started tapping Robinâs arm. She turned to growl at him, but he pointed at the doors that would lead to the pool.
âWhatâs Chrissy Cunningham doing lurking outside the pool?â she asked with a frown.
âThatâs what I intend to find out,â Steve growled, stalking over to her.
When she saw him coming she let out a startled yelp. That brought Steve up short. She turned to them slowly, like a deer in the headlights.
He leveled Chrissy with his best stern authority glare that he patented with his youth swimming classes. She wilted.
âI need to tell you something,â she said, nervously twisting her fingers together. She looked over at Robin and then blushed. âWeâll need to hurry though.â
She turned on her heel and dashed in the direction of the judges.
âWait!â Robin cried out as Steve and she hurried after her. âWhere are we going?â
Chrissy whirled around and still walking backward said, âThe judges need to know that Jason is planting more drugs in Eddieâs locker right now.â
Robin and Steve looked at each other in shock.
âShit!â they said together and hurried to catch up.
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HI CONGRATULATIONS ON 100 đŤśđ˝ i would loveee to attend the sleepover :p iâm bringing gone girl by gillian flynn and tangled (2010)! we should also have a midnight feast 4 sure đ (with suna pls)
MWAH MWAH CONGRATS AGAIN
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oh how you wish you had brought your jacket today. trying to ignore the peopleâs stares and whispers as they walked past you, you walked a few steps further from school gates, wiping your tears.
see, the thing was you were supposed to go out on a date with your boyfriend. he had been busy with his club the past week, so when he finally said he was free you got excited and started planning your date. but, once he met you outside the school gates, he said he wanted to break up, and left seconds after, leaving you alone in the cold.
maybe you were getting ahead of yourself; this was your first relationship after all, you even âforgot your jacketâ so that he would give you his. but, maybe, the people who said high school romance only lasts so long were correct.
winters in hyĹgo were not for the faint of heart. the icy wind hitting your face made you wince, and the cold air made your shallow exhales condense. the cold left you shivering and numb, but left your heart toyed with, and your feelings raw.
â
maybe running would warm you up. after going a fair distance from the school, you sat down on a bench you found. the metal was cold. everything was cold. you brought your knees up to your chest and hugged them, it was your way of giving yourself a hug.
maybe he planned to leave you from the beginning. maybe he was never serious about it like you were. maybe you were the problem, maybe there was something wrong with you. were you too eager? too enthusiastic? too clingy? lost, you could feel tears welling up in your eyes and spilling down your bitterly cold cheeks.
at least your tears were warm.
â
it couldâve been a few minutes or even an hour since you found that bench; you hadnât kept track of time since you were eagerly waiting your boyfriend (well, now your ex) outside the school gates. suddenly, you felt a jacket wrap around your figure, warmth instantly flowing back into your body.
there was a guy standing in front of you. before you looked up, he said,
âare you purposely trying to get pneumonia or something? you look like ice,â you recognised that voice; it was one youâd heard in your brotherâs room so many times before.
why would suna, your brotherâs best friend, be here? you lifted your head, your tear-streaked face catching his attention. there was a slight hint of worry in his almond-shaped eyes.
âwoah, what happened? did your brother eat your last sweet or something?â
âmy boyfriend broke up with me.â you said weakly.
âoh, that rat lookalike?â he questioned, sitting down next to you, warmth in his tone.
that comment made you giggle a little. suna smiled.
âwe were supposed to go on a date after like, two weeks and then he just said he was done and left!â you cried.
suna guided your head to the crook of his neck, letting you cry into his shoulder.
you stayed like that for a while.
suna couldnât lie; he always thought you were cute. in the beginning, he thought it was some kind of brotherly love since he saw you nearly every day, when he went to your brotherâs house, but it had evolved into something else, now that you two were in the same high-school.
â
your crying soon subsided, you were just resting your head on sunaâs shoulderâ his hand was still resting on the nape of your neck. the smell of his cologne was comforting, but at the same time it made you dizzy, the warm notes of vanilla and musk flooding your senses. slowly, you raised your head when you had finally mustered up the courage, looking into his eyes; sunaâs heart sped up a little. he wiped a residual tear from your face with his thumb, his hand resting on the side of your face for a little longer than it shouldâve.
âdonât waste your tears on him, pretty girl. he doesnât deserve it.â he got up from the cold bench, now warm.
the side of your face was warm. you ghosted over his touch.
âcome on. i know an arcade near here. if i win you a teddy, will you feel better?â he said, pulling you up from the bench.
you blushed a little. getting up after him, and the air didnât feel nearly as piercing as it did before.
âdonât tell your brother,â suna added, grabbing hold of your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours.
note atlas my love my life this may be my favourite thing iâve written so far đŠˇđŠˇ this felt like night by alice munro on the igcse edexcel english spec (this is extremely niche im sorry)
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May I have a croissant and red velvet cheesecake please?!?
[Gn reader]
Just thinking about them going on another business trip again!! But this time they actually leave and come back later that same day they left!! You didn't know they were coming back though!! Ofc you had to send them pictures of you and the animals while they were gone! And you called them crying so many times asking when they'll be back, hoping for a different answer each time!! When they come back later that night, you'd just throw yourself at them too, because that was so mean and cruel, and you don't ever wanna be separated from them ever again!!! And you're in their arms crying and crying and crying about how you really thought they were gonna leave this time!!! They'd soak up every second of it.
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Ëâş. ďš yandere naga mad doctor x gn reader x yandere hybrid mad scientist. ďšÂ .đš Ý
. . . you've such beautiful cries dear !! đ :  mad doctorÂ Ë yandereÂ Ë snake monsterÂ Ë grim reaper character & spider-moth-mantis hybridÂ Ë mad scientistÂ Ë yandere character ďš verse 209 jingyi & rishen. ďš
your husbands did not tell you how long they would be away this coming bussiness trip
they heard your crying the second they stepped inside of the mansion. grins forming on both faces.
oh indeed, your cries were so very delightful. a pleasure to soak in and keep only to themselves â all of this just because they told you they were gonna be away for a bit. not telling you much on how long they will be away.
the dogs whine at your sobbing, while beatrice tries her best to make you forget about the lonliness that riddles you when your husbands are gone. the siamese cat meowing at you quietly, as if telling you to cheer up.
you were lonely, they knew it. they took advantage of it too, it made you truly believe that without them, you would have nobody to be there for you.
it was necsessary, otherwise youâd run away or be with people they did not wish for you to be with.
in your somberness, pooling across the floor, you only registered the feel of strong arms wrapping around you after the small croon in your ear: âoh cariĂąo donât cry.â
with a quick shift in your seat, the mad scientist moves you onto his lap, and instinctively you hug onto him, sobbing out loudly. while dogs and a cat circle around the three of you.
jĂŹngyĂ places his cold hand on your face to wipe and kiss away the tears, smiling down at you gently.
âyou are the most precious thing.â he chuckles in delight. and in response, a smile canât help but make itâs way upon your face. you are their pretty little darling, even when you are weeping all of your sorrows.
âplease donât do that again! please tell me when you come back, so that i am not thrown into turmoil and fear!â you cry into his hands, while rishen hushes you with a grin you do not see.
âwe will. . . we will, you are alright cariĂąo, let us get some dessert, hm?â
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RAHHHH YESSSSS HAIRY MEGUMIIIII RAHHHH HAIR MEN RAHHHHH MEN HAPPY TRAILS MY TOES ARE CURLING IM DYING YTEARS IN MA EYESđđđđđ PLSPSLSPSLSLOSLS IM SO THIRSTYYYYYYYYYRAHHHH
megumi is a big cuddlebug, even if he didn't admit it, he never spoke out loud but you knew when he wanted affection. it was almost a pattern, he would stop next to you for a few seconds and look at you quickly, then would come a little closer until he was close enough for you to grab him.
sometimes he just stood there with his arms folded, waiting, he was either very patient or very embarrassed. but not here to talk about that, in fact, the subject is;
megumi is hairy.
if you count that the older fushiguro is, it's not a surprise that he is also, despite the fact that he walked around with his body covered in his clothes and always kept his face well shaved, you wouldn't have noticed so much. but there was something, and you found out when you two got together.
he wasn't too ashamed or anything, but he didn't have to confess it for you to understand that he felt "nervous" when you touched it or looked at him.
like now, when he's by your side wanting you because he's so needy, wanting to smell you, wanting to squeeze you. so you move a little closer, listening to him breathe deeply; satisfied, as you snuggle up next to him on the bed.
you can not only feel but also see the slightly defined and slender arms enveloping you little by little, little hairs adorning them, almost cute, walking to the beginning of the back of his hands. you made an effort to take your arms out of the wrapping, gently, running your hand over them lightly, looking so amazed.
not just because of this ones, but from his whole body, his arms almost softs, his legs that tickled you sometimes under the covers, his beard that he rarely let show, that you loved to feel lightly pinching your face. straight as his hair, but when they were too big, they started to make cute curves, even if you've only seen it that way once or twice at most.
but your favorite was definitely the ones on his torso.
feeling your hand go up his arm was so good when you were playing, tugging lightly and making it stay in place again,but nothing compared to when you put your hand inside his blouse, caressing him with your fingertips, which made him shiver and sigh so pleasantly.
and hearing megumi's sighs so close to your ear was so good, you could see his eyes slowly closing to relax, another hand going up to his hair to stroke it while he tried to turn to lie on his front and just feel you clinging to him, caressing him.
he loved it, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud. you knew that, pulling the hem of his shirt up a little to get more access, seeing the little belly fucking cute and slightly defined, a small trail of black hair going up but getting lost before reaching his chest.
you lay your head on his shoulder while he rested his head on yours, feeling his arm still holding you from behind, running your hand through his pretty hairs.
his belly rising and falling every time you put your hand down a little too far and the circles that were supposed to be on his free skin began to circle the hem of his underpants. a dangerous area.
he sighed softly, raising his hips just a little, involuntarily wanting more of your fingers, you almost smiled. opening his eyes to look, turning slightly to hug you again, mumbling quietly, pulling you as close as possible.
but please, keep caressing him, keep touching his hairs.
don't throw stones at me, i know it's short!! i left work thinking about it so did it now because my head worked, the previous draft was kinda bad 2. think it's rushed, but it could be because i was thinking fast and it ended up like this--
but anyway! miss u my loves, hope you like that <3 ( megumi will still have justice here at some point..
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jesterdoll... anything jesterdoll... Just them being sweet with each other :] (can be art or fic, whatever you have an easier time thinking of an idea for. I just need my gays đ)
(theyâre humanised in this - hope thatâs alright! AND IM SO SORRY UTS SHORT!)
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pomniâs pov
iâve just arrived home from work after a terribly exhausting day, breathing a sigh of relief as i walk in, seeing my wife, ragatha, reading a book in the living room. having missed her, i sneak up on her, wrapping my arms around, enveloping my lover in a tight hug, burying my face in the crook of her neck.
â..oh, hi there-â ragatha giggles softly, putting her book to the side, and running her fingers through my black hair; i hum in delight as a response, lightly tightening my grip. i always miss her so much when iâm in work, it feels like hell.
â..hey.. so tired-â i finally complain, and find myself being pulled onto her lap. not that i minded, not at all. placing her hand onto my cheek, she starts to rub circles with her thumb, and i melt into her touch, loving every single second of it. i wouldnât have things any other way. she was my world, and i was hers.
â..rough day?â ragatha tilts her head a little, a concerned smile finding its way onto her face. in response, i nod.
â..a little. just had a lot to do. yâknow, cause everyone loves to dump everything on me at the last minute. thatâs why iâm a little late.â at this, she pressed a little kiss against my forehead, using her free hand to take one of my permanently cold, shaky ones. my face heats up: even though weâre literally married, sheâs my ultimate weakness, always has been. i may not have appreciated her enough at first, but, my care for her goes beyond anything iâve ever experienced for anyone else. sheâs my bliss.
and days like this? it means everything.
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