#anyway time to stop whining I gotta start planning to post art or something
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me trying to hype myself up to posting online again despite The Horror
#so turned out taking a break was both needed and the worst thing I could have done#having Anything to do day to day was the one thing keeping my brain from engaging nuclear meltdown lol#was trying to tell myself if the election went well maybe there'd be a chance for someone like me and it'd be worth trying again#but uhh no need to explain the flaws in that logic lmao#still stuck in the same place with no where else to go#and like#the more I learn about the scale of history the more I understand that relief won't really come until long after I've died#not at a scale needing to overcome the sheer ocean of grief and blood my country is built on and continues to feed year by year#have to live with it now somehow#its not liberating to acknowledge#but there's no such thing as miracles so I guess I'll stop hoping for better#that kind of thing has to be built by hand#really feelin that pingu rn#anyway time to stop whining I gotta start planning to post art or something#might need a second blog for my other non-nature-y artwork#trying to figure out how to make things manageable#maybe will make something silly just to break the ice#rompopolo calls
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Distance Makes the Heart Grow
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CHAPTER 5
Series Masterlist
Pairing: Mafia Boss!Neville Longbottom x Reader
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 2.3k
Summary: (Y/n) lives a normal life. But thatâs the issue, itâs normal, itâs plain, and itâs growing boring. Everyday she wishes for something, anything to spice up her life. But, when her old school friend (and crush) shows up at her bakery with a new look (and what looks like a new life), what will it bring for her? Will their puppy love grow? Will his big secret lead to the end of them or will it spark a new beginning?
Warnings: Slightly suggestive flirting, fluff
A/N: This chapter is so cute omg I hope you guys like it <3
âOh come on (Y/n)! It could be fun!â Twyla called after the girl, who she was currently chasing around the halls of the manors. The tall men in suits watched them but didnât interact, not sure of what to do in the situation. The (h/c) haired girl ignored her, making lala noises with her fingers in her ear. âReal mature, babes, real mature!â When they got back to the girlâs room, Twyla closed the door, locking it so her friend couldnât escape. She got on her knees, pleading and begging the girl.
âTwyla I canât just pick up and go on a trip to Italy!â she shouted, forcing the girl to stand up. The tall girl grabbed her shoulders, shaking her shorter friend in her arms.
âWhy nottt?â she whined out. (Y/n) smacked her hands from her shoulders growling some at her.
âA multitude of reasons, Twy! The main one being oh I donât know, whoâs gonna look after my damn bakery!â she hissed out the last part, throwing herself on the large bed, the blonde joining her shortly after. âIâve got no one to watch the bakery, I donât have any clothes nice enough to take and even if I did Iâd have to travel by floo back home to get them! Also, whoâs gonna water my plants? I love my plants, Twyla!â she ranted causing the girl to shush her.
âRelax, you worry too much and thereâs a simple fix to all these so-called âproblemsâ you have.â she sat up, pulling the girl up with her. âLetâs start with problem one. You said you have to run the bakery, right?â (Y/n) nodded, curious of where the girl was going with this. âEasy, ask Tiana to run it for a while. Sheâs been looking to get more hours in since she just bought a house.â
âI canât ask that of her! Plus, she canât do all of that with the staff we have now, sheâd be understaffed!â she said, watching the girl type away on her phone. She was always so amazed by Twylaâs ability to use muggle technology.
âWell lucky for you, you wonât have to ask her. I just did!â her boss gawked at her, going to tell her off but she continued speaking. âAnd plus, itâs summer. Do you know how many culinary art students are looking to get hands-on learning in an actual bakery? You donât handle the application process anyways, Tiana does that. Remember, you stopped doing that because youâd cry any time you had to reject an application.â she made many valid points, slowly pulling her over to the side that wanted to go, wanting to be on a trip with Neville. âAlso youâre the only owner who spends so much time working. Isnât the point of owning a business to make people do shit for you?â
âThatâs true.â she sighed, picking at the skin around her cuticles. âBut what about my apartment? And my clothes?âÂ
âDonât you still talk to that old couple that sold the bakery building to you? Ask them to watch your plants!â she retorted, smirking triumphantly. Slowly but surely her reasons for not being able to go were dwindling. (Y/n) sighed before shrugging.
âYou know what? Screw it, Iâll go.â Twyla squealed, grabbing the girlâs hand as she dragged her out the door.
âHey tall man, whereâs Neville?â she asked the guard who was posted outside. He cleared his throat, adjusting his sunglasses.
âIn his office. Downstairs and to the left, miss. Heâs currently in a me-â without another word she grabbed the girl, dragging her downstairs. They reached the large wooden doors that had two large men standing there causing the shorter girl to cower in fear. Their glares were intense as they stood up straighter.
âCan we help you?â one of them asked, his rough voice booming. The other one nodded along, leaning down to her height as he gave her a strong glare, vein on his forehead popping out.Â
âThe boss is in a meeting so unless youâre someone special, get lost.â (Y/n) felt her lip quivering, tears welling up in her eyes.Â
âOh youâre fucked buddy, thatâs the bossâs girl. Come on, Iâll let you guys in.â an unfamiliar voice said from behind her. Turning around she saw two identical men, quite lanky and tall in stature. She couldnât help but notice how they favored another certain Ginger she knew.
The one on the left pressed on the small earpiece in his ear, clearing his throat. âHey boss, your lady friend is out here crying. You should get more observant guards.â he said giggling as a shout could be heard from beyond the large door. The men visibly paled but kept their composure. The door swung open revealing Neville, who adorned a white button up and black trousers, a pair of suspenders connecting the two together.Â
âI-Iâm sorry boss, I didnât know.â one of them stuttered out, sweat building up on his bald head. Neville gripped his shirt tightly pinning him to the wall causing the manâs feet to lift from the ground. (Y/n)âs eyes widened at the sight. The man he was lifting had a large, muscular build making her wonder just how strong Neville really was.
âIf you think thatâs something, you should've seen him last night.â Twyla whispered out the corner of her mouth, the twins nodding along in agreement.
âYou better listen because Iâm gonna say this once.â Neville said, a calm tone which was somehow scary if he was to yell. The man nodded along frantically, wide eyes trained on the man. âThat girl right there? Sheâs my flower. Let it be known that if she sheds a tear caused by any of you, youâre dead and what Iâll do will be worse than anything the Weasley twins could do combined.â and with that he dropped him, walking over to the girl. Weasley twins? So they were related to Ron! She felt her face flush as Neville leaned down, brushing away the tears that had threatened to fall from her eyes. âYou alright, love?â
âYeah I was just coming to tell you that Iâve made a decision. Iâll be joining you in Italy.â she whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He grinned at her lifting her up in a hug as he spun her around, laughing some. âB-but I donât have any clothes so I still have to figure that out.â he sat her down, shrugging nonchalantly.
âJust buy new ones when we land.â he declared. She froze, scratching the back of her neck. That would be an easy solution if she hadnât spent any extra savings she had on the night before.
âI donât really have the money to do that..âshe trailed off. Neville put something in her hands causing her to look down confused. In her hands was a black card, his name engraved in the front of it. âIs this...is this a black card?! I canât take this. Plus what about you know, â she cleared her throat, blood rushing to her cheeks and ears. âMy undergarments. I donât have any on me for before we go shopping.â Neville smirked at her words, feeling particularly confident from her flustered expression. She was so soft, so...pure. Anytime he neared her sheâd get all warm in the face and anytime he kissed her that same look would double. Temptation was his flower and he was tempted. Hearing her inquire about something that had innocent intent behind it had him thinking about anything but.
âNonsense, pretty girl. Take my card and for your undergarments..â he trailed off, leaning down next to her ear. He placed his hand around her neck, gently squeezing it as he chuckled. âLet me take care of that. Better yet, let me buy the ones for the trip as well.â he whispered, nibbling the shell of her ear. (Y/n) squeaked, looking at him with wide eyes. Was he doing this on purpose or was it a simple misunderstanding? Either way, she couldnât stop the heat pooling between her legs. âIâm only messing with you cutie. However I wasnât kidding, leave that to me.â with a final peck to her lips he stood up straight, adjusting his tie before heading back through the wooden doors, the twins following behind him.
âNice meeting you (Y/n)!â they said in unison, offering her a smile before they closed the door after themselves.
âYou know he totally wants to bang you, right?â Twyla said, causing the girl to glare at her. She held her hands up in defense, looking back at the girl as she began to walk off. âIâm just saying! Itâs obvious. You should share a room with him when you go to Italy.â
âDo you..do you think heâd want that? I donât wanna get in the way of-â
âAre you kidding me?! The man practically worships the very earth you walk on, why wouldnât he?â Twyla exclaimed as the girl followed her blindly. (Y/n) gasped, looking up at where they were. Around them were large counters on the floor and ceiling. Marble countertops with a matching marble floor along with two large fridges and a state of the art oven. Ignoring Twylaâs rambling, she began to walk through the kitchen, inspecting and exploring every part of it. Her eyes landed on the pantry to which she opened, letting out another surprised noise. It was massive, food lining the walls, all organized to perfection. There was even a walk-in freezer and fridge down the hall!
âTwyla, Iâve gotta use this kitchen. If I donât bake something in here Iâm going to die.â she said, running out to the girl as she began to shake her back and forth. âQuick! Give me an excuse to so I donât feel bad about messing things up!â
âOoh! I love excuses! I mean, Nevilleâs having a meeting so you co-â before she could finish the girl put the kettle on before beginning to pull out various different bowls and ingredients.
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âWell, do you have security plans?â Neville asked from the end of the table, quirking a brow at the italian man at the end of the table. He noticed even through the manâs fear that he probably didnât understand what Neville had said fully. âSorry, um, avete piani di sicurezza?â he asked, causing Blaise to quirk a brow at the manâs fluent italian. Neville rolled his eyes at him before turning his attention back to the man. He nodded, sliding back a file folder filled with papers.Â
âHow long are we going to be there for?â Seamus asked.
âDoes it matter? Money is money. Plus itâs not like you have anything important going on in your life, Finnegan.â Draco retorted which resulted in the shorter man growling as he grew red in the face.
âDonât you dare fucking start. If youâre going to act like fools Iâll replace you with two lower levels in a heartbeat.â Neville gritted, not even looking up from the plans. He looked at the other man next to the italian man. âAnd you, whatâs the exhibit worth exactly? If thereâs no high hitting items we can already consider this a dud.â
âU-um. Itâs estimated that itâs worth over 1.5 million, sir.â he responded, gulping as he reached for the water they had given him with a shaky hand. However, Neville wasnât satisfied with that answer.
âListen, did I ask you what itâs estimated to be? I asked for the exact cost. If you only have estimates then how bout I est-â he was interrupted by light knocking on the door. âWho is it now?! J-just come in.â he said, huffing out. The door opened followed by a quiet set of footsteps causing the inner circle of men to smile, giggling some. Curiosity got him, causing him to turn around, his expression instantly softening. âPetal? What are you doing here, angel girl?â he asked, pulling her closer but being careful of the large tray in her hand.
âI thought you might want some snacks for your little meeting. I hope thereâs enough for everyone.â she said, setting the tray down on the table. It was funny really, comical, the way the doily and flower covered tray contrasted with all the men in the room. On the tray was a large array of different foods. Scones, tea biscuits, even tea sandwiches. In the center was a beautiful antique floral teapot along with matching cups.Â
âThis looks amazing, princess!â he exclaimed, his stomach grumbling in agreement. She giggled at that, causing his ears to tint pink. âThereâs most certainly enough. Go on fellas, donât be-â before he could continue the men began to grab at the food, swooping in like vultures.Â
âOh my god, this is like heaven!â Seamus moaned out, bits of sandwich falling from his mouth. Ron nodded along in agreement, a bunch of unintelligible words leaving his mouth. Even Blaise was wide eyed as he sipped at the tea, taking a bite of his tea biscuit.
âYeah, is there any more of this? What kind of tea is this? I donât think Iâve had the pleasure of having it before.â he said, taking another sip. She looked at them sheepishly, leaning into Nevilleâs embrace.
âItâs butterfly pea tea infused with strawberry and honey. Also thereâs more of everything! I kinda went overboard.â she responded. Neville smiled, grabbing her hand before placing a kiss on top of it.
âWell thank you, I really appreciate it. Youâre so lovely.â he muttered, turning her hand to place a kiss on her palm before proceeding to do the same all up her arm. She giggled some at the action, looking away from him shyly.
âWell I better get going before Twyla buys more stupid things with Dracoâs black card.â she turned once as she got to the door. âGood luck with your meeting!âÂ
Neville sighed happily before turning back around, looking at the men at the table before them. He grabbed whatever scraps the ravegers had left, eyeing everyone intensely. âWhat?â he spat out angrily.
âMate you are so whipped!â
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yoongi x reader
requested by @ughtearâ ( Hi! I was just able to see your post and I was wondering if I could request prompt 3+1 (three times he proposes and the one time you say yes) with Yoongi? The idea of it makes me so soft! Also, Iâm new at requesting so I donât know what format is đ„ș)
genre: fluff
words: 1.8k of cute stuff!!
synopsis: 3+1 (Three times Yoongi proposes and the one time you say yes)
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Kindergarten was such a hassle for young Yoongi. Coloring within the lines and connecting the dots were too exhausting and all he wanted was for nap time to come. He should be at home sleeping with his blanket in hand. Hatred for school aside, Yoongi wasnât very social. He was a shy boy who would rather listen to some tunes even if he didnât understand the lyrics that well.Â
Well, he couldnât exactly hate school.
There was this girl who always approached him, someone he could say was his friend. During recess, when the noisy kids stumble their way towards the outside, he could be seen sluggishly lagging behind as he talks (well, listens) to this girl in messy pigtails and pink overalls share her entire life story.Â
Y/N Y/L/N.
You were a very cheerful kid who, despite the very young age, could easily detect and adapt to peopleâs attitudes. Unlike the ever-bratty Sohee who cried because Yoongi wasnât giving her the compliments she wanted about her new Sailor Moon bag from mommy or the annoying Taka who demanded he play heroes with Yoongi, you knew your limits.
Whatever that meant to two toddlers.Â
Yoongi liked you the most. You were a fun person to be with. You would let him nap when he wanted to and you always gave him the dog stickers from the prizes you get for being a good kid. You would give him some of your snacks (except for the juice boxes, he knew you loved those so much) and would wait for him when recess starts.
So one day, little Yoongi asked his parents what it meant to like a friend so much and what he should do about it (well of course, he messily relayed his story because he would get off track and tell them about the dog he saw). His dad wanted to poke fun and tell him something he didnât understand anyway.
âWhatâs marriage?â
âWell, Yoongi, itâs when you like your friend so much that you want to be friends with them for life!â His dad replied, earning a smack on the head from his mother because that was wrong on many levels.Â
âIâm gonna marriage n/n!!â Little Yoongi cheered, or rather grinned but that was already the most he could express before going back to watching his favorite show.Â
The next day, without his mother knowing, Yoongiâs father told him to give you flowers if he wanted to âmarriageâ you. Yoongi giggled as he pocketed the little rose that his dad handed over before skipping to school.Â
He liked being friends with you so much that he wanted to âmarriageâ you. But he wasnât expecting the news heâd received that day.Â
You had to move to Seoul with your father after your parents separated, leaving little Yoongi in Daegu with a crumpled little rose.Â
The next time he saw you was in high school. Obviously, you werenât the messy pigtails and pink overalls n/n anymore but that was the latest memory of you that Yoongi could remember. To see you, nimbly looking at your fingers as the teacher introduced you to the class as the transferee -- it overwhelmed him. A good kind of overwhelming he supposed.Â
But with Yoongi being Yoongi, he didnât want to approach you first. For all he knew, you couldâve forgotten the little Yoongi who usually wore blue shirts and loved dogs. He wanted to approach you, he really does, but with his reputation as one of the quiet basketball players of Daegu High and the possibility of you being questioned by his so-called fans, he couldnât.
To his surprise, you approached him the same way you did when you were little. With a âIs that you Yoon?â from you and a rare gummy smile from him, the two best friends were once again joined by the hip.Â
âI canât believe Min âI hate movingâ Yoongi is a basketball player,â You snorted, staying close to your only friend in your high school as he goes to the gym.Â
âWell I canât believe Y/L/N âIâm never taking my pigtails offâ Y/N isnât wearing pigtails anymore,â Yoongi replied, chuckling a bit at your embarrassment.Â
âSh-Shut up!âÂ
Your friendship was easily built again, it was stronger even. You didnât mind the occasional âYouâre my love rival but Yoongi will be mineâ declarations that you got once a week (surprisingly, more than half of the female population loved the quiet, basket-ball loving types. )
They should see Yoongi in a pet store, you snickered.Â
âHey! Why are you laughing at me?! You think youâre better than me!?âÂ
Ah right⊠You forgot⊠Sohee, you remembered her as the girl who seemed to like Yoongi in kindergarten, was also issuing a âlove warâ with you for your best friendâs heart.Â
âNot really, darling. I just think youâre stupid⊠But you didnât hear that from me,â You cackled just as Yoongi arrived to get your ass out of there.Â
That morning aside, the school had finally opened their festival. Your class prepared a cafe-like service where everyone cosplayed (you had no say in it) and you were sadly and unwillingly put in a maid costume. Perhaps it was karma for calling Sohee stupid. Yoongi got lucky and was just put in a simple prince costume.
âI donât think this is fair,â You sighed, tugging at your skirt so it could cover more skin. Yoongi grunted, somehow also unhappy that he had to dress up as some lame ass prince.Â
âStop whining, short-stack. At least your legs are covered. Now letâs go around to check the other booths,â You huffed, dragging a reluctant Yoongi around.Â
Maybe you shouldnât have done that.Â
Class 3-A and 3-B somehow agreed to combine their booths. It wouldâve been a harmonious unification had their booths been something other than the ones they had: A marriage and a jail booth.Â
The little shits changed their rules and made it into something you thought was so funny. Some idiots from 3-B would âjailâ and handcuff you to some poor victim that would also get caught and from there, you had two choices: pay 5,000 won to be set free or get married for only 500won. It was genius and you wouldâve made a lot of moola because youâre also a little shit. But you were one of the victims. Fuck.
So here you were now, being dragged by Taka, another someone from your childhood, to 3-Aâs marriage booth for your very unfortunate fate.Â
âWhy is she alone, you idiot? You gotta handcuff two people for it to work,â 3-Aâs president chided upon noticing you were the only one handcuffed. Luckily, Yoongi trailed along (to laugh at you or use this as blackmail, you werenât sure). He seemed so ticked off when Taka dragged you though.Â
âWell,â Taka smirked as he raised his free arm, âit can always be me.â
Horrified at his very forward advances, you cringed and silently cried for Yoongiâs help. Before you could voice out your dislike, however, Yoongi had already pulled you from Takaâs hold.Â
âMarry me, Y/N.â
Your face immediately turned into different shades of red. You were too speechless to even respond to him shoving Taka away and handcuffing himself to you. Some of the people who were in 3-Aâs room gasped because even they couldnât believe that this was happening. Yoongi was nervous, it was embarrassing after all, but it wasnât obvious in any way. You were about to give him his answer but then...
âNO!!âÂ
Sohee crashed the wedding before it could even start and 3-Aâs president let you guys go as an apology for the commotion.Â
You couldnât forget that day⊠especially when you almost answered yes.Â
Perhaps it was inevitable. Your friends and their mothers seem to have already known what was ahead before you two got there. But eventually, you and Yoongi got together. You already knew he wanted to pursue a music career and were more than supportive when he decided to sign under a small company named BigHit.
While together, you two worked your best to pay your rent and debts. You two ran away from Daegu after none of your parents approved of your career choices, with him and his dream to be a producer and you and your dream of arts. It was hard having to leave your comfortable life in your little hometown but having Yoongi with you helped a lot.
A few years later, your boyfriend (now changed into the rapper and producer of the idol group BTS) found out that his company loosened its strict ban on dating and he was finally able to introduce you to his friends. (though they knew Yoongi had someone in his heart, they were never able to put a face to it)
Your favorite member (shh donât tell anyone) had to be Hoseok. He can easily lift everyoneâs spirits up and he displayed so much warmth when Yoongi introduced you to the guys.
There was a reason why Hoseok was so easy to hang out with. He was the first to know that Yoongi had someone in his life and would often come to him when he wanted to talk about you (there were times he was so excited about you that he wanted to tell everyone,,, thankfully he had hobi to talk to). So it was like Hoseok already knew you before he could meet you. Because of that, Hoseok was the middleman. The person who would be the voice of reason if you two fought. You also went to Hoseok about Yoongi, especially because you still werenât allowed to tell the world that you were with Min âBTSâ Rapper and Producerâ Yoongi.Â
Hoseok was also the first one to know when Yoongi had plans of proposing. He was aware of your history and would always laugh whenever youâd describe a jealous high schooler Yoongi yanking you away from some random named Taka.Â
It had to be one of the most painful things for Hoseok when he was told to keep quiet of the surprise. He was bubbling with excitement that day and was mirroring Yoongiâs eagerness to finally ask you the question youâve been denied of answering since.Â
After a simple dinner out, you both decided to walk in a quiet park (it was quite late so no one was around). Yoongi inhaled, unconsciously gripping your hand quite tightly, and looked for the velvet box with his other.Â
You stopped at some point to gaze at the comforting contrast of the night with the city lights but you felt Yoongi halt in his tracks so you turned around.Â
There he was, one knee on the ground as he grinned that gummy smile of his that youâll never get tired seeing, with the question youâve been wanting to answer for your whole life.Â
âWill you marry me, Y/N?â
âYes.â
It took Yoongi three times to propose to you, and he wouldnât want it any other way.Â
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Borderliner here again! Glad if I could help even a little bit.
DBT was specifically developed for BPD if I remember correctly but I know we used CBT in the clinic too. It's funny bc although the clinic was equally as bad as it was good and it helped me and revealed a lot about me to myself. So although I'm not typical borderline bc I act in instead of out, I know for sure I'm quiet borderline.
Nonetheless every therapist I've went to introductory sessions with since then has immediately said I've been misdiagnosed after like 10 seconds of talking to me đ either that or you just never even get to be added to the wait list bc they don't wanna treat you
But that's why we gotta all support each other!!
Anyway. I decided to go for a therapy trial with a trauma therapist that I was lucky enough to get (after lots of panicking over the multiple phone calls it took, and panic now about rescheduling and shit). So that starts in February. And we're starting out with secondary trauma bc my parents passed down their trauma to be (they're genocide refugees, and I have been back to the country and stayed there a lot in post-war times) and it has in the past caused almost psychotic states. I'm afraid it might trigger even worse panic over my parents bc they already make me feel unsafe (they're a big reason I have been self harming for 15 years now - and when I went to them during a full day break down/panic attack and told them I need help they just stared at me blankly. I could literally only shake and cry and think about how I'm about to kill myself without any control over myself all day and they literally told me "just finish the next 4 weeks of school and then we can all go on vacation" - and in my dreams my parents have tried to feed me to dinosaurs bc that's how it has to be, they've been he reason my cat almost died and got his leg ripped off, they watched my face get eaten alive by giant worms and told me it was my own fault (again all dreams) ). I still live with my parents. I'm still mostly submissive to them and I'm afraid.
But also I cant not do therapy bc I'm so fucking tired. No meds stop my nightmares. I dream of rape, war, violence, killing, running for my life, wounds, break downs, sobbing, my house being broken into, being shot at, fires all around, kids being abused in different ways, like every single night. It's just as torturous as being awake and I'm really trying to not use my secret stash for suicide plans so like I need this therapy
But... I'm so fucking terrified
In the bpd clinic I broke down and almost faint and developed migraines and had half my body go numb and useless - just when I was trying to stay present and acknowledge there was a problem. The therapist there had me bawling my eyes out bc he was like "say something good about yourself" and I legit couldn't. I had daily migraines for months. I actually have a job I like now (still in training tbh but it's with animals so it's really nice) but I'm so afraid I'm about to lose everything. It feels like I could get further if I got back into my bad regulating habits.
I'm trying so hard to do things right. I really am. But my mind and body betray me all the time and I'm so so scared
It's like no matter what I do there's no rest, no help, nothing right and good
I'm so sorry this turned into my whining lmao but uh yeah :(
I recently discovered your blog and I love it. I resonate with the rage and the dog teeth :D wanna get into vent art too eventually. If I can handle the emotion that is lol
i am so sorry to hear this angel đ i really hope life turns around for you & i hope the new therapist helps u! it sucks when you donât feel validated. and tysm! vent art has helped me so much
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Night at the Wayne Casino
PART 6
Here we are, Part 6! Sorry this doesn't have much in the damirae department, but there will be more! I also wanted to see if anyone would be interested in a sort of behind the scenes chapter of the more mature stuff (what happened in Damian's suite) etc. that happens throughout. I'd post it on my ao3 account for those that want to read something ~saucy~ like that. Let me know! đđđ
Damian had dressed himself and wanted to drown himself in his work. His mind was pulled in every direction and he was utterly conflicted. He had stared blankly out the window for an hour trying to process everything that had happened since the party and where it had all gone so wrong. Of course he knew it was his fault that his plan backfired. He had slipped and slept with the demon he was trying to expose.Â
It was strange, he felt less motivated to bring her down, and the thoughts that occupied his mind when he recalled their⊠encounter, were about how badly he wanted to fix things, not about figuring out her next move as it should have been.Â
He had forgone his morning workout, seeing as though he and Raven took care of that some hours before and he had slept in late. He figured he may as well head in early to work because he desperately wanted the distraction.
He was almost in the clear to the security office when a large figure accompanied by a smiling face intercepted him.
âJon, now is not the time.â Damian tried to brush past him, but Jon was quick and kept his pace and swung an arm around his shoulders.Â
âThereâs always time for your best friend, especially when you need to tell him all the details from last night.â He waggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner and Damian scoffed at him.Â
âGrow up Kent. I donât have to tell you anything. It wasnât official business, therefore I have no need to brief you on what happened. Not that anything did.â He was quick to throw in the last part to avoid any misunderstandings of his words.Â
âAw, câmon Dami, this isnât work. I wanna know as one of the guys, as your best friend. Thatâs got to give me some clearance to whatâs going on in there.â Jon used the arm around his shoulders to pull him down and ruffle his hair.Â
Damian grunted and forced himself out of Jonâs grip. He straightened his collar and ran a hand through his now unkempt hair. âBeing an asshole wonât get you anything. Besides thereâs nothing to tell. I observed her and besides countless men hitting on her, there unfortunately wasnât anything suspicious. Now would you leave me alone.â
âAnd how exactly would you know that Iâm lying?â Damian had stopped his movements and his voice was low. almost threateningly so.Â
âDamian,â he whined. âYou can trust me. I know when youâre lying⊠well sorta, but the point is I know youâre not telling the truth.â He crossed his arm over his chest and looked down at him.Â
A nervous laughter escaped Jon and he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. âWell...you see I kinda sorta was monitoring people coming and going from the elevator on that floor. It was a slow night and Dick had everything under control.â
âWhat exactly do you think you saw?â
âI saw you show up and a few hours later I spotted Raven. Then I saw you both enter the elevator together and uh...get close. Then you both left pretty excitedly, and well...one can only assume.â He trailed off.
âWell your assumption is incorrect.â Damian growled out. Internally Damian was panicking, he didnât want to lie to Jon, but it was his only chance to get out of this mess unscathed.
âDamian,â Jon almost sounded disappointed, âI tried to give you the chance to tell me on your own but youâve given me no choice.â
âWhat are you-â
âRaven told me everything. Well everything from her perspective. And I gotta admit bud, you donât look too good.â Jon shrugged dismissively and began to walk away. Damian, however, was stunned. She had gone to his best friend to get her story in first so it would be harder to prove ill intentions, that sneaky witch.Â
âWhatever she said is probably a lie. Some fantastical story she made up to make me look bad.â
âAs much as I want to believe you, and truly I do...I canât help but feel that her story sounded fairly accurate. Given how well I know you.â
âWhat the hell does that mean? Tell me what she told you!âÂ
âI have no obligation to brief you on what she said, best friend or not.â Great Jon was being cheeky. What the hell was with people finding a way to use his own words against him?
âJon, you tell me now or so help me.â Damian snatched his by the front of his shirt, not caring that it would leave it a wrinkly mess.Â
âFine, fine, relax. Weâll talk in the security office.â Jon frowned at his wrinkled shirt but reluctantly followed Damian to their shared office.
This one was slightly different from the room Tim used. It had two desks each with a state of the art computer that also had access to the security camera feed. Behind each desk were large cabinets of files from all cases theyâve had throughout the years. Timâs had more of the recent and ongoing hardcopies, but they were shared electronically, this office was more of an archive section. It also doubled as a semi-interrogation room.Â
Damian took his seat behind the desk and folded his hands together as if preparing to listen to a business report. Jon on the other hand was pacing until he settled for leaning against his own desk. Damian looked at him expectantly and stayed silent waiting for Jon to begin.
âSo..uh, Raven said that she showed up to the party late because she was trying to get ready but was interrupted by her boss. When she got there, all sorts of guys were approaching her which was starting to get on her nerves until you popped up.â Damian leaned forward gaining interest. âShe was surprised to see you there and not on duty. She mentioned that you were handsome and charming by the way.â A heat rose to his ears. âThen she said after a drink and some flirting you invited her back to your suite. She was pretty excited when she was telling me this. She told me that she thought you were hot when she ran into you that first night...so uh thereâs that. Now where was I?â
âRaven was excited that I invited her to my suite.â Saying it outloud made it too real and his blush deepened as he cleared his throat. He held a hand up gesturing for Jon to continue.Â
âGet on with it Kent.â This was absolutely humiliating, having their night together thrown back in his face by his friend.Â
âOh right, well then she said you made the first move, kissing her and adamantly trying to remove her clothes. Apparently you ripped her dress?â Damian glanced away and tugged at his collar. He remembered being so impatient with the material, he wasnât sure how to properly take it off, he just knew it needed to come off. âSo thatâs a yes. Anyway, then after hours of screwing her, of which I must commend you, she said you were quite formidable and were very attentive, you both were tuckered out and fell asleep. She said she asked if you wanted her to go, but you ignored her and cuddled...Who knew Damian Wayne cuddled?â
âGeez alright. Well then she gets up in the morning to take a shower and clean up and when she comes out you are right outside the door completely shocked. At first she thought you had been drunk and forgot what had happened but it turns out that you were aware and had completely dismissed what had happened between you two.â
âI wouldnât say I dismissed it-â
âYou said it was a misstep.â
âI-â
âDid you not?â
âI mean I did, but I was being honest!â Damian rose to his feet.
âYou werenât being honest, you were being an asshole. Then you get mad at her for using your computer! Like what the actual hell?â
âShe wasnât supposed to use it, and now she had access to the security footage and who knows what she did with that access.â His eyes went wide as he took in Jonâs face. Jonâs eyebrows were furrowed and his head tilted while he was processing what Damian had just revealed. I guess she didnât tell him why I was pissed that she used my computer. He had just told Jon on his own.Â
âWhy do you have the feed transmitting to your personal computer?â Jon pushed off against the desk and was now standing, only a desk separating the two.
âI like to know whatâs going on around the casino.â He shrugged.
âDamian, this is serious. That is totally not acceptable. It certainly isnât protocol, and it breaks at least a dozen policies. Do you think I canât do my job well enough without you?â
âJon, it isn't about that. I just like doing my job. My computer software is encrypted so nobody can access it or see it unless I want them to.â
âNobody except Raven.â
âThat was an accident. I didnât lock the program. It wonât happen again.â
âDamian, it shouldnât have happened at all! Youâre supposed to be the leader. You sure as hell have given the rest of us enough lectures about whatâs acceptable and whatâs not. And then you have been doing this the whole time? Do I even want to know what other shit you might be doing off the clock?â
âItâs none of your concern.â
âYou need help Damian, that or a stable relationship.â
âWould you stop!â
âYou need to make this right.â
âI canât get rid of the software Jon. Youâll never know how helpful it has been in keeping this casino safe.â
âYeah, but itâs not right. Think about if it got out! Huh? We could be in so much trouble and in lawsuits up to our eyeballs.â
Damian hadnât thought too much on the matter, he always assumed he would never be caught. The failures kept piling on.Â
âAnd thatâs not the only thing Iâm talking about fixing.â Jon sighed. Damian just shot him a quizzical look. âIâm talking about Raven. Itâs clear youâre attracted to her and she is to you. Youâre letting your stupid overanalytical brain mess up something potentially good for you.â
âSheâs not âgoodâ for me, I hardly know her.â
âYou seem to have gotten to know her fairly well last night.â Damian glared at him. âIn any case, you canât leave it like this. You were wrong about her and treated her like an ass. You need to apologize.â
âSheâll be gone in two days, what do I care how she feels about me or if sheâs upset? This is her first time and probably last time in Vegas. Iâll never see her again.â The prospect of that statement made something inside twinge strangely.Â
âYou could try to see her again. You know, long distance relationships. Who knows she may live somewhere close.â
âShe lives in Seattle.â Jon looked at him surprised. âWhat? She was a suspect and I needed more background on her.â
âHmm...funny, you said she was a suspect. Are you finally relinquishing that crazy theory?â He now smiled broadly, seeing that Damian was finally coming around.Â
âI suppose she has shown no more clear signs of being a threat.â
âGreat! So will you go apologize to her now?â The peppy and energetic Jon had returned much to his dismay.
âIâm not using company time for personal matters.â He spoke flatly.
âWell then, I guess itâs a good thing that youâre not on the clock for another hour and a half. Now go, before I force you, and that will just be more embarrassing for you.â
âPlease Kent, you canât force me to do anything. But I suppose that I canât leave an unhappy guest if itâs my doing.â
Jon rolled his eyes. âYeah, sure. Whatever gets you to do it.â
Damian dragged his hand over his face and groaned. He hated apologizing, he hadnât had much experience since he rarely found times that he was wrong and the situation actually called for it. He moved to the door to begin his quest.
âOh, and weâll have a discussion about the use of company software on personal devices later.â Jon had called after him.Â
The door shut behind his and his shoulder slumped. He could feel a headache coming on. Well, I better get this over with so I can get on with my life and get to work. He guessed that she would still be in her room avoiding the risk of running into him so soon after their fight. He stopped by the cafe and picked up an order of tea and a chocolate croissant as a peace offering and then made his way to her room.Â
Suddenly he was right in front of her door and he realized that he hadnât even thought about what he was going to say. His throat felt dry and he seemed to be too warm. This is a bad idea, she doesn't want to see me. She probably doesn't even care. What if she isnât even in her room? He paced outside for a few minutes before he heard a muffled voice coming from the inside of her room. He felt only slightly creepy as he pressed his ear to the door to listen to what was being said. It was definitely her voice and an indistinct voice on the phone.
âYes, Iâve gotten quite a bit of research done, but itâs not quite going the way I wanted.â The other person sounded irritated by the inflection of the muffled sounds. âThe participants gave me some information, but none of it is really useful for us. Perhaps we should look elsewhereâŠ.I donât know maybe another casino? Look, itâs your job to find someplace we can actually work with. Itâs my job to survey and collect data and tell you if it's worth the investment or not.â The voice grew louder and he heard a loud exhale from the woman. âIâm telling you that I donât see a good outcome of working at this casino, and thatâs my professional opinion. Have I ever let you down?â She was clearly agitated. âGreat, Iâll be coming home Tuesday and Iâll wrap up my report by the weekend.â
The creak of the bed signaled that she was done with the conversation and had sat on the bed most likely out of annoyance and irritation. Was it really the best time now? Now or never he supposed. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
A moment passed before the door finally swung open revealing a tired looking Raven. Her hair was thrown up into a messy bun and there was a small smudge of mascara under her eyes. Most intriguing to him, however, was the navy silk robe she was wearing. Youâre not here for that. She cocked her hip and raised her eyebrow in question.
âDamian.â She said curtly.
âMiss Roth. I came to..uh..apologize.â He held out the now barely warm tea and croissant. Her face lit up with surprise taking the items into her own hands. She still eyed him skeptically, but took a step back gesturing with her hand that held the croissant for him to enter.
âSorry for the mess, Iâm between packing up for my return trip and figuring out what to wear tonight.â
âIâm sorry for my intrusion to your plans, maybe I should come back-â
âNo.â She commanded. âYou came here for a reason, and so you should see that through. Iâm intrigued.â She took a sip of the tea and scrunched her nose a bit before hastily putting it down onto the nightstand. She proceeded to sit on the bed criss crossing her legs, allowing the robe to split open revealing lacy underwear. Damian quickly averted his eyes to her smirking face and his throat suddenly felt tight and his face felt hot.
He cleared his throat and began pacing, keeping his attention away from her alluring body.
"The way I proceeded with our engagement earlier was unjustified and I regret that I upset you. As a guest of our resort, it is my priority to make sure you are happy and content with your stay here." He chanced a glance at her face and was surprised to see it held astonishment and something close to disgust.
"You've got to be fucking joking." Damian blinked dumbly at her not understanding. "You're not...wow. Ok, try doing this," she spun her finger around indicating his speech, "again, but this time be a fucking man and talk to me like Damian. Not the head of security or son of the CEO. Otherwise get the fuck out."Â
Her face turned red with fury and she stood. Her arm shot out pointing to the door. "Get the fuck out now!"
Damian swallowed, he hated this. He hated that Jon convinced him to do this. "Fine, I'm sorry that I fucked you."Â The words had left his mouth in a rush and he even shocked himself at how it came out. He spun to her hoping he didn't just royaly fuck up this apology. Jon is going to kill me.
"Wait no. Raven, listen."
"You're not listening. I said get out, or do I have to call your friend to get you out. How dare you come here and say that to me."
"Would you stop. That's not how I meant it. I don't regret doing it, I regret how it came about."
She looked bewildered. "What do you mean how it came about?"
Shit, this is why he meant to come prepared. Well no use in hiding it now. "I wished it had happened naturally, like you and Tim." The words were bitter in his mouth and she licked her lips looking off to the side. "I...I was following a lead that you were a suspect in conning our casino."Â
Raven's head snapped to look at him, mouth open slightly. She shook her head and rubbed at her temples. "You're telling me that all of our encounters haven't been accidental and you've been stalking me because you think I was going to pull a fast one over your casino?"
"Essentially, yes."
"Who was in on this?"
"Tim actually logged it first when you had been winning probably more times than usual. But he quickly dismissed you, particularly when he found out you were single. The others in security knew about you because they were doing their jobs, but they didn't believe it to be true. And the girls at the spa knew after when I discussed it with them. Admittedly I was the last one unconvinced." He cast his stare at the floor finally feeling guilty at his stubbornness. Saying it out loud, he could hear how foolish he had been.Â
She released a humorless laugh. "Wow. I...I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything. I am sorry for how I behaved. I see the errors of my ways. I convinced myself you were still a suspect so that I had an excuse to learn more about you and get closer to you."
"If I wasn't so pissed off right now I'd say that's kinda romantic in a stalkerish kind of way." A ghost of a smile graced her lips.Â
"I know you're scheduled to leave Tuesday, but would you consider accepting a free four night stay? We'd even reimburse your plane ticket. Though we may have to upgrade your room if there's a reservation on it."
"Excuse me?"
"We'll the girls want you to join them for their plans on Friday. And it's the least we can to make up for the time you wasted being bothered by all of us. Namely me." He didn't know what made him offer her these things. He had never done such a thing for any other guest and it was actually a rather expensive apology.Â
Raven pursed her lips trying to weigh her options. "I suppose it would be foolish not to accept. But is your father alright with comping this?"
"I rarely care what my father is alright with. I'll see to it myself that it is all taken care of." He shuffled around a bit before nodding in her direction and making his way toward the door.Â
"Damian wait!" He stopped and watched her jog a few steps, closing their distance.Â
She fiddled with her hands as if trying to decide whether to use them or not. Damian quirked an eyebrow at this and just watched with anticipation. "I accept your apology." Her eyes were still on the floor.
"Thank you, I suppose I should leave you alone now." Raven's hands on his chest halted his exit.
He looked down into her mesmerizing indigo eyes and saw how they gleamed with mischief. She bit her lower lip and turned her gaze to her hands running smoothly over the plane of his chest sending a trickle of electricity through his body.
"What if I don't want you to leave me alone? I can think of another way you can make sure I hear your apology." Her eyes looked up at him through her dark lashes with a coy smile on her lips.
Damian smirked in response and pulled her in, relishing the way her body feels against his. He leaned in keeping a fraction of space between their lips. He could feel her chest rise and fall with heavy and excited breaths.
"Where do I begin?"
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Stay At My Place // th x fem!reader
Miss Yer Kiss Part Two
Feel free to read Miss Yer Kiss! Feel free to leave comments or asks with feedback!Â
Warnings: smut, feelings, actual plot this time, nsfw, 18+ please
Word Count: 12k
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Tom checked Instagram the next day, including your page. He was laying in his bed when he clicked your story. He gasped when he saw what was a spitting image of himself in pencil. He took a screenshot of it and almost posted it to his story but decided not to.
He remembered what you told him.
âLetâs agree on one thing. This is a one night stand, thatâs it.â
He didnât want it to be a one night stand. Heâs had his share of one night stands, sure. But there was something different about you. Maybe it was your confidence, maybe it was the way you didnât even care enough to leave your phone number. Maybe it was your tattoos and how he wanted to hear the story behind each and every one of them.
He decided to wait, see if you would DM him since you set out the âonly a one night standâ pact. Â
He heard his doorbell ring and he got out of bed, he checked his phone, who was at his place at 10:30 at night?
He jogged down the stairs, opening the door.
âHey mate,â Harry says, pushing his way inside.
âWhatâs up? Were you planning on coming over?â
âNah last minute decision,â Harry says, walking up the stairs, Tom following.
âOkay, whatâs up?â
âIs she still here?â
âWho?â
âThe girl you left the club with last night.â
âNo sheâs gone,â Tom frowns.
Harry flops down on the sofa, âoh good.â
âWhy?â
âYouâve never been caught mid hook up before, by the paps I mean, mom almost had a fucking heart attack when she saw the pictures of you leaving the restroom of the club.â
âWait why?â
âCause she doesnât know about your other hookups, she also wasnât expecting pictures of her son with lipstick marks and sex hair leaving a fucking club bathroom.â
âWe didnât fuck in there.â
âSure you didnât.â
âNot like, not full sex, fuck off it doesnât matter.â
âSure, like the stories of people hearing her scream your name arenât important.â
âHarry! Can it, not like it matters now.â
âYeah? Do you even remember her name?â
âCourse I do, itâs Y/N.â
He smiles, remembering how you made him work for it.
âStop thinking about it you perv,â Harry says, tossing a pillow at Tom as he sits down.
âShut up, she only wanted a one night stand so Iâm gonna respect that.â
âSure.â
âWhat?â
âYou always catch up with them after the âone night standâ and see if they want to go on a date, hook up again. Itâs your thing.â
âMy thing?â Tom scoffs, crossing his arms.
âYeah.â
âWell whatever if she wants to talk to me she can DM me on Instagram or something.â
âNo she canât.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause you get legit thousands of DMs a day, probably more, you wouldnât be able to see it.â
âI could search for it? Would that work?â
âMaybe.â
***
Youâre lying in bed, suitcase packed for the flight youâve got early tomorrow. You sigh, pulling out your phone. You know what you said. You know you should just forget about the possibility of seeing Tom again. Of interacting with him again. But you couldnât get that night out of your head.
âItâs beautiful out,â you say, exhaling the smoke from your lungs.
âNot as-,â
âI swear if you finish that sentence Iâll leave right now,â you groan.
âOkay! I wonât, just, you look so pretty, the moon really lights up your tattoos, they look good.â
Any of your hook ups, you werenât used to them complimenting you if that compliment wasnât about loving your tits or something stupid. They never called you beautiful, like Tom was about to. Or pretty. You opened your Instagram, you decided the other day to post the picture you drew of Tom, even going so far as to tag him. Your eyes almost fell out of your head when you saw he liked the post.
Maybe, maybe it wasnât such a bad idea to send him a message, heâd have a hard time finding it anyways with the probably hundreds of thousands of messages he gets.
You quickly send him a DM.
yourinstagramhandle: thanks for the like, you like the drawing?
You roll your eyes and send a text to Bryce, asking if he wants to go to your graduation.
You go back to Instagram and see youâve got a DM from none other than Tom.
What the fuck.
***
âwait! She DMed me, holy shit,â Tom says, opening it.
He smiles and responds.
tomholland2013: thought it was okay
tomholland2013: Iâm kidding I thought it was great
Yourinstagramhandle: well thanks
Tomholland2013: didnât think Iâd hear from you again
Yourinstagramhandle: almost didnât DM you but decided I need validation
Tomholland2013: the sex or the drawing?
Yourinstagramhandle: you caught me⊠both
tomholland2013: well the sex was so good I want to see you again so thereâs that. And the portrait is so good I want you to tattoo it on me
Yourinstagramhandle: well damn Iâll take it. Not a tattoo artist yet though, and getting a portrait of yourself tattooed, little self centered donât you think?
Tomholland2013: just a tad bit.
Tomholland2013: are you still in town?
Yourinstagramhandle: leaving bright and early tomorrow for NYC
Tomholland2013: come over
Yourinstagramhandle: I canât, Iâll be too busy giving you the time of your life Iâll miss my flight
Tomholland2013: thatâs not necessarily a bad thing
Yourinstagramhandle: it is when Iâve got school, finals in two weeks and then I need to beg for a tattoo apprenticeship
Tomholland2013: theyâll be begging you to be their apprentice
Yourinstagramhandle: totally not how it works
Tomholland2013: I fly by New York end of May, can I see you then?
Yourinstagramhandle: sure you wonât have forgotten about me by then?
Tomholland2013: no, already miss your sex, donât know how Iâm gonna go two months without it
Yourinstagramhandle: we could always be horny teenagers and sext. Wanna see my tits?
Tomholland2013: right now?
Yourinstagramhandle: no in two months, yes right now
Tomholland2013: fuck yeah
Tomholland2013: wait send me ur phone number I donât wanna accidentally save them and have them end up on my Instagram story or something
Yourinstagramhandle: not very good with technology?
Tomholland2013: nope
***
You giggle, pulling off your shirt, you werenât wearing a bra, so you just waited for him to text you.
Unknown number: Y/N?
You: the one and only
Tom: great now show me your tits
You: I better get a picture of your hard cock immediately following
Tom: my brothers here!
You: kick him out or go to your room, my tits look pretty great right now
Tom: please send them, told him to get lost
You: where are you right now?
Tom: couch
You: take your cock out, play with it a little bit
You position yourself in front of the mirror, pinching your nipples a little so they harden before taking a picture and sending it to him.
Tom: holy fuck, missed ur tits so much
You: Iâm waiting
You quickly strip your sweatpants and now soaked panties, laying back on the bed.
You groan at the picture he sends, his hard cock in his hand, thighs spread on his couch.
Tom: can I call u
You: Patience baby, one step at a time. Letâs just sext for now
You can practically hear his whine but you wouldnât answer his call even if he did. You loved teasing him.
Tom: fuck, send me a picture of your pussy
You: why should I?
Tom: please, know youâre probably dripping for me, come on, lemme see it
You smirk, your fingers moving to lazily move through your folds, gently slipping into your hole, you take a few pics, choosing the best one to send to Tom.
Tom: holy fuck, you sure I canât come over? Wanna eat your pussy so good
Although youâd love that, you knew it wasnât possible. You sighed, responding to him as your thumb gently rubbed your clit.
You: positive, now be a good boy and jerk your cock for me until you make a mess
You smile, putting your phone down and fucking yourself down on your fingers.
****
âShit,â Tom groaned, reading your text before his hand sped up. He closed his eyes, pretending it was your hand, pretending you were there with him.
He came embarrassingly quickly with a whimper of your name.
You: and I expect a picture of the mess
He groans, sending a picture of his stomach painted with his come and his softening cock, sending it to you.
You: beautiful
You send him a video a few minutes later.
He cleans his stomach off with a T-shirt before clicking play, feeling his cock twitch as it starts with you whimpering his name.
âTommy,â you say, the camera angle showing your fingers fucking in and out of your pussy, making the most delicious sound. Your fingers speed up, thumb rubbing your clit as the only noise he hears is his name and the sound of your fingers fucking in and out of you.
You come with a grunt of his name, and he thinks the video is going to cut off but you trail your fingers from your clit up your body, stopping to make gentle circles around your nipples before sucking them into your mouth. He groans as the video stops, right as you moan around your fingers.
Tom: youâll send me that and not let me come over?
You: gotta keep ya on your toes
Tom: trust me I most certainly am
He sighs, grimacing as he picks up his sticky shirt, tucking his cock back into his shorts.
Tom: we need to do this again
You: I fully intend on it
***
You make it to your flight, Lily talking nonstop the entire trip back to New York about Tom, about if youâre going to meet up with him. How good he was in bed.
âListen, Lily, I love you, but give it a rest. Iâm sure the rest of the people on the plane donât want to hear about it. Iâll tell you more when we get back to our place. Sound good? Also, youâre gay, you shouldnât care about this.â
You roll your eyes as she grumbles, turning on a movie as you try to sleep.
When you arrive at your apartment, all you want to do is collapse on your bed and sleep for days. You only have one before you have to be back at work and school, however.
This next week was hectic, you had to finish your final for your portrait class, then you had to finish your oil painting final. The only final you would have to sit for was Art History IV.
You saw a text from Tom that you decided to open.
Tom: hope your flight was nice, good luck with finals
Jesus, you needed a smoke. You begrudgingly got up, grabbing your pack and lighter from your bedside table you pushed open the balcony door, taking your phone with you.
You: thanks, canât believe I graduate so soon, been a whirlwind
Tom: whatâs ur address
You: what
You light your cigarette, waiting for his reply.
Tom: wanna send you a graduation gift
You: like what
Tom: just something
Tom: on a completely different note what size bra and panties do you wear
You: I like the way you think.
You send him all the information he asked for, finishing your cigarette and lighting up another one. It was a bad habit of yours, you were well aware, but you started smoking with your ex when you first started college and you were, like most people who smoke, addicted. You planned to stop eventually, they drained money from your account and youâd need to start saving more for a chair at a tattoo shop anyways.
Tom: What are you up to now?
You: having a smoke then going to take a nap
Tom: oh
You: what?
Tom: just was gonna say we can call or video chat if you wanted to
You: although the idea of getting off together over the phone sounds amazing baby, I needa take a nap
Tom: after?
You: Iâd want nothing more
You finish your other cigarette before going back inside, flopping down on your bed and closing your eyes.
You wake up to Lily shaking you awake, âY/N, itâs been like so long you should get up.â
âWhat time is it?â
âItâs Sunday, like 2pm.â
âOh shit,â you say, getting up.
You check your phone, a few missed calls from Tom, one text from Bryce asking if you wanted to work tonight around 6. The shop was closed but there was going to be a small cleaning day according to him.
You quickly text Bryce back, telling him youâll be there. You send a message to Tom as well, unsure of what time it was over there.
You: sorry I totally suck but Iâll make it up to you. Iâm going into work into work at 6pm my time, call me before then.
You lock your door, quickly shutting the door and curtains that lead to your balcony.
You jump back into bed and see your phone buzz, Tom. You quickly pick up.
âThought you were gonna ghost me,â he laughs.
âNah, like your dick too much.â
âY/N, donât say things like that.â
âWhy?â
âCause.â
âOh, are you hard right now?â
âMaybe.â
âAre you free?â
âCourse.â
âGood, are you naked?â
You hear him suck in a deep breath, ânot yet.â
âOkay so get naked.â
âAre you?â
âIâm about to be baby, like I said, gotta work on your patience.â
Itâs silent other than the sound of both of you taking your clothes off. You put the phone on speaker and lay it down next to you.
âYou naked?â He asks, panting.
âAre you touching yourself?â
âYes?â
âDid I say you could?â You grin, hearing him swear.
âWhatâs this game weâre playing Y/N?â
âJust listen to my instructions baby, gonna make you feel so good.â
âFine,â you hear him grumble.
âYou donât haveta, you can hang up and get yourself off if you wanna.â
âNo, no, okay Iâm not touching myself, what do you want?â
âWant you to tease yourself, lick your palm, rub it down your chest, donât touch your cock yet.â
He swears but does what you say, waiting patiently for your next instruction.
âGood, go ahead, wrap your hand around your cock, but donât move, just feel the weight of yourself in your palm, feel good? Wish it was me, my hand wrapped around you?â You ask, letting your fingers pinch your nipples.
âFuck, wish it was something else.â
âYeah? What do you wish it was?â You ask, biting your lip, knowing exactly what heâs going to say.
âYouâre, fuck, can I move my hand? Please?â You hear him whine.
âWhat do you wish it was Tom?â
âYour lips, wish your lips were wrapped around me right now.â
âWish I was there right now, wish I could suck you off, maybe if you were being good Iâd let you fuck my mouth, youâd like that wouldnât you?â
âFuck, yes, wanna fuck your mouth so bad.â
You loved how worked up he got just from being told what to do. You hand slipped down to your pussy, slipping a finger into your wet heat as you gave him his next instruction.
âGo ahead baby, jerk your cock for me.â
âFuck, Y/N,â he grunts and you can hear him start to move, his bed moving beneath him.
âFeel good? Wish it was my pussy wrapped around your cock?â You ask, slipping another finger into yourself, moaning.
âAre you, you touching yourself too?â
âCourse, not nearly as good as you touching me,â you groan, thumb rubbing your clit.
âWish, fuck, wish I could see you right now.â
âTom, feels so good, wish these were your fingers fucking into me, wish you were getting me off,â you whine, fingers speeding up.
âYeah? Wish I could eat that pretty pussy of yours, make you come undone over and over again on my tongue,â he groans your name several times.
âGonna come? You wanna come for me baby?â
âYes, fuck, donât stop please, wanna come, can I come?â he grunts and you grin. You were surprised he was asking permission and you let out a throaty groan as his moans get higher and higher pitched.
âYes, come on baby, come all over yourself for me, take a picture when youâre done, wanna see how much of a mess you made for me.â
âFuck, y/n, Iâm coming, fuck,â he whimpers your name a few times and thatâs all it takes for you to come undone.
âShit,â you laugh, fingers slipping out from you.
âYeah?â
âThat was fun,â you giggle, before wiping your fingers off on your sheets.
âAgreed.â
You hear your phone buzz and you check it.
Another picture, this time Tomâs face was included. He was biting his lip, hand not holding the phone was in his hair, your eyes wandered down to his chest, red and sweaty, his stomach covered in his come, cock softening against his hip.
âLook so pretty baby,â you say, taking off your phone speaker.
âThank you,â he laughs.
âOkay I gotta go get ready for work, talk to you later?â
âGreat plan.â
âBye.â
âYou know your phone was on speaker right?â You hear Lily shout and you laugh so hard youâre almost in tears.
âSorry!â
âWell at least I know what heâs like in bed now.â
***
You arrive at Tattoo Dice and the doors are locked, lights off. Maybe you were the first to get there, your apartment being so close, so you unlocked the door with your copy of the store key.
âSURPRISE!â A chorus of people shout and youâre bombarded by every tattooer, piercer, and front desk assistant holding balloons and streamers and those little things that pop, you couldnât remember the name.
âHoly shit whatâs this for?â You ask, confused.
âYour graduation,â Bryce says, stepping out from the crowd, âwe couldnât find a time when everyone was free after your graduation so now is close enough.â
âYeah? Wow thank you,â you laugh as he guides you to the sofa in the waiting area, where a cake was waiting.
âWhat?â You ask, reading it.
âWhatâs it say?â
âHappy graduation and apprenticeship.â
You look between Bryce and the cake, âyou fucking didnât.â
âI did. Iâve never seen such talent and skill, youâve been here for 4 years, youâre going to have to start looking for an apprenticeship when you graduate, I donât want my competition swooping in and stealing you.â
You felt tears in your eyes, this never happened.
âOf course, youâll have to put in the work and the effort, and pay for your chair but I have no doubt in my mind you can do that.â
âThank you Bryce. Really,â you say, hugging him.
âAlright, no more crying, itâs cake time.â
***
You were anxiously awaiting the grade for your portrait. It took like every waking moment, the theme was âtwo sides of every storyâ. You knew exactly what to do.
You had called Tom after your party, shocked he was still awake.
âSo, my portrait final, I was wondering if one of your buddies could take a photo of you sitting on a stool, like positioned in a corner, so your shadow is still in the shot.â
âWant me naked?â
You roll your eyes, âno, itâs, the theme is two sides of every story, so I want to draw you, maybe as Peter Parker, then your shadow will be Spiderman.â
âHoly fuck thatâs awesome.â
âYeah, do you think you could do it tomorrow morning? So the light hits you just right?â
âCourse.â
âThank you Tom,â you sigh, laying down.
âNo problem. Keep your eye out for your mail.â
âHuh?â
âYour present.â
âOh you know you donât haveta get me anything. Donât even know if anyone is going to my graduation,â you laugh.
âWait what?â
âNothing.â
âNobodyâs going to your graduation?â
âItâs, I mean, Bryce is going to try, not like I have anyone else.â
Shit fuck, fuck. You didnât need to share personal shit with him.
âWhat about, you donât haveta, I donât know if this is a touchy subject for you, if you donât wanna talk about it you donât have to.â
âWhy nobodyâs going to my graduation?â
âYeah.â
âSee how easy it was? Anyways, donât know who my dad is, mom left me on a police stationâs doorstep when I was three like I was a newborn baby and it was the 1950s.â
âShe did What now?â
âShe had really bad postpartum depression, couldnât handle having a kid I guess, left me on the police doorstep and I bounced around different foster homes. Never stayed in one place for more than a year.â
âIâm sorry.â
âWhatâre you sorry for?â
âFor all that, for how you hadta grow up.â
âIt was fine really, Art was what kept me going, it was the only thing I really had from home to home, only school subject I was able to do well in since it didnât require previous knowledge.â
âWell Iâm glad you got something good out of everything that happened.â
âYeah,â you sigh, closing your eyes.
âWhen is it again?â
âWhenâs what?â
âYour graduation.â
âOh, April 15th.â
âOkay.â
âAnyways, guess what?â
âWhat?â You can hear heâs more distant now, probably wants to ask why you donât have anyone going to your graduation, he doesnât want to know the answer.
âBryce offered me an apprenticeship.â
âReally? Thatâs amazing!â
âYeah, Iâve got just enough saved up to pay for my equipment and chair for the first few months, when Iâm tattooing for free, then eventually Iâll get paid, might haveta take out a loan for my apartment or move somewhere cheaper but since I wonât be spending money for the subway to get to school itâll cut my expenses. Jesus why am I rambling sorry you donât wanna hear all this.â
âNo I do, I do,â He says and you can hear some enthusiasm in his voice.
âItâs late you should go to bed.â
âMaybe we can talk in the morning?â
âIâd like that,â you smile, âgoodnight Tom.â
âNight princess.â
You giggle as you hang up, running a hand over your face. You were fucking exhausted. The next morning you woke up to a picture message from Tom.
Holy shit, the picture was perfect, just what you needed.
You: this is legit amazing howâd you make it look so good?
Tom: brother is like an amateur photographer
You: nothing amateur about this. Thanks no I get to stare at your picture for the next 50 hours.
Tom: 50???
You: more or less, for the portrait, then the oil painting, now go away Iâm meant to work
Your portrait professor said you could go into the studio to draw, since it was a full color design, but if you wanted to do it in the comfort of your own home you could. You opted to take your work to the tattoo studio, sprawling out in the back office.
âYouâve got it bad dontcha?â Bryce asks, seeing your initial outline of the sketch.
âWhat?â
âThis kid in the drawing, itâs the same one you drew the other day. You sleep with him?â
âNone of your business,â you say, âscram I gotta finish this outline.â
âItâs almost done, youâve been working for 6 hours, you need a break.â
âFine, wanna grab some coffee?â
âLetâs go kiddo,â Bryce says, helping you off the ground.
Bryce takes you to the coffee shop next door. You know youâre going to have to tell him about Tom.
Most of the time he acted like your fun uncle, wanted to know what you were up to but wouldnât give you any advice or warnings. Recently heâd been more of a wise father, which you had no problem with, never having one of your own to rely on.
âSo, heâs famous right? Does movies? Howâd that happen?â He asks as you sit in a booth.
âMet him at a club in London.â
âAnd youâŠâ
âYes, we did, thought it was just gonna be, you know, that, but weâve been talking.â
âHave you seen him since?â
âNo, think heâs gonna visit on his way to a press thing.â
âSo are you two dating? Messing around? What do kids these days call it?â
You shrug, taking a sip of your coffee, âI donât know. Like, it would be cool to date him, but at the same time I like what weâve got now. Heâs all over the place all the time, lives in London, while Iâm here, howâd that work?â
âThink you could find a way to make it work, if itâs worth it.â
âWell, dunno if itâs worth it.â
âYouâre doing your final project on him, I think itâs worth it.â
You shrug, âYeah.â
âSo maybe you should see how he feels?â
âToo soon for that.â
âWhatever you want, Iâll be by your side whatever you chose. Alright letâs get back Iâve got a tattoo to do and youâve got shading and colors to start.â
âThen Iâm working at 6.â
âYep, got 5 more hours of work to do, letâs get to it lady.â
***
By the time your shift started you had almost finished your outline in black and erased the pencil underneath it.
You were happy with how it looked, sending a photo to Tom. Tomorrow you had to go into school for your art history class, only two more lessons left.
Tom: holy shit looks amazing, and now you have to color it?
You: Yep, most of the time will be color, then my oil painting
Tom: What will be your oil painting?
You: was gonna make an oil painting of the Spiderman mask but I donât want you to think Iâm obsessed with you or something
Tom: I wouldnât mind, your art blows my mind
Tom: also Iâm kinda obsessed with you too
You: good
You smirk at his texts, locking up for the night at 11:30, saying goodnight to Bryce who made his way upstairs to his apartment.Â
âSee you tomorrow,â you wave, sending him one more.
The next day is filled with rushing to class, your professor telling you that the final class period was optional, knowing you all had plenty of work to do for other classes. You almost cheered.
When class wrapped up you made your way to the studio, working a mid to close shift, you werenât going to have much time to work on your portrait.
You were able to use your colored pencils to get the color of his shirt, a blue button up, and his khaki pants done. You wanted to save the details of the Spiderman suit and his face for when you had more time.
By the time 1pm rolled around you were satisfied with how much work you had left and the time you had to do it.
You spent the rest of the day greeting customers, helping them pick out jewelry, copying their consent forms. You had fun as the front desk assistant and would no doubt do it for as long as they wanted you, but you were dying to have a turn with the tattoo machine.
The phone rings, and you answer.
âHello, Tattoo Dice by Bryce, this is Y/N, how can I help you today?â You ask, pen and paper in hand.
âHello, is Bryce in?â A low voice asks.
âHe is, doing some paperwork in his office. Can I help you?â
âWas hoping to talk to him.â
âSure, Iâll check to see if heâs taking calls,â you frown, clearly theyâve never stepped foot in a tattoo shop before or understand any etiquette of tattoo shops.
You put the person on hold and ring the back office, âsomeone wants to speak to you? Do I tell them off or let them through?â
âFeel like being nice, put them through.â
You transfer the line to the back office and look back at your portrait, taking out your skin tone set of colored pencils. There was a lull in the shop around dinner time and you decided to color his body in while there was some silence.
****
âHello, this is Bryce, how can I help you?â
âHi, youâre, youâre Y/Nâs boss right?â
âYes, whoâs this, Wait, are you that Tom fella? No distracting her at work.â
âOf course not sir, I wouldnât. I was just wondering, she told me you might go to her graduation.â
âThatâs right.â
âI was wondering if maybe, maybe you could get a second ticket? I wanted to surprise her, but I wouldnât know how to get a ticket.â
âDo you think she would want you there?â
âI donât, I would hope so, I mean, I donât know how to ask her without giving away that I want to surprise her.â
âWell Iâll ask her, hold on.â
âRight now?!â
âYes, just you wait a minute.â
****
Bryce strolls out of his office rolling his eyes, âsome random asshole who doesnât know what our cancellation policy is. Trying to cancel our appointment for tomorrow and get his money back at the same time.â
âHuh, weird that he asked for you.â
âWell Iâm his artist, makes sense.â
âYeah, totally,â you nod, eyeing Bryce as he sits on the stool next to you.
âLooks good so far,â he nods as you shade in his neck.
âThanks,â you hum, changing the color for his face, slightly darker color to contrast the light from the window you would add later.
âSo, your graduation.â
Your face drops and you stop coloring. He doesnât want to go. Or he is too busy.
âYou donât haveta go, stupid for me to invite you, itâs whatever,â you sigh.
âNo, no I was going to ask if I could get two tickets, for Adrien and I.â
âHeâd wanna come?â
âWhatâs my husband gonna do? Sit and look pretty? Weâre not open on Sundays he wonât have work.â
âIâd love to get you two tickets.â
****
âDo you like your presents?â
You giggled, looking through the box of lingerie.
âYou didnât need to get me all these.â
âBut I want a photo shoot,â he whines.
You pick up a small handwritten card.
For you princess, I expect photos of you in all of them. Xx Tom
âYouâll get a photo shoot mister,â you laugh, putting your phone on speaker and taking off your clothes.
They were from an online store, all in the sizes you sent him. There were more elaborate pieces but you picked up a lacy red bralette with matching red lace panties. Most of the lingerie was red.
âIs red your favorite color?â
âHowâd you know?â
âJust a guess.â
âYou look so fucking good in red princess. Wait FaceTime me.â
âOkay okay,â you say, hanging up and moving to FaceTime.
âFuck I didnât know youâd be naked for me,â Tom groans, laying on his bed, you could see he was shirtless and were hoping there was nothing on underneath.
âGo ahead baby, put on those pretty little numbers on for me,â he says as you prop your phone up on your bedside table.
You put on the first red lacy set, posing for Tom. The camera slowly moves lower to his hand gripping his cock as he jerks off.
âDonât come too soon, got lots more to show you.â
You show him the same set in black, causing him to bite his lip and thrust into his hand.
The next bit is a little more elaborate, lots of tiny hooks to clip in the back, and you struggle for a bit, laughing when you trip over your own two feet and Tom sits up, concerned you hurt yourself.
âIâm fine,â you laugh, getting the last hook done. You turn back to him, showing off the red lace corset that made your tits look so good, right down to where it trailed off into a lace trim hanging right above your bare pussy.
âLove this one, wanna leave marks all over your chest, tease those hard nipples of yours, shit, so pretty,â he says, hand moving faster.
âHave 911 on hold while I take this off,â you joke, fingers struggling again to unhook it. Once you do you put your hands on your knees and mock being out of breath.
âAre you okay? You donât gotta try the others on, itâs fine,â Tom starts but you cut him off.
âAre these crotchless panties?â You gasp and look up at him. Heâs blushing a little and nods.
âYou donât needa wear them, thought theyâd be fun, I donât know, donât worry about it.â
âNo Tom, I fucking love them, holy shit I could come just thinking about how useful these could be.â
You quickly slide them up your legs, fingers spreading your lips, loving how snug the fabric felt around your hips and ass but how bare and exposed your pussy was.
âLook so pretty, come on, go lie on the bed and play with your pussy,â he says, camera shaking a little as his hand speeds up.
âIn these?â You ask, laying on the bed and tilting your phone so he could see your fingers move down your chest, pinching each of your nipples.
âYes, fuck yourself with those panties, wanna see if they work,â he grunts and you follow through, fingers dipping lightly into yourself, the hole in the panties perfect for this.
âGo ahead princess stuff yourself full for me.
âShit,â you whine, fucking yourself with your fingers.
You could hear his moans get throatier, you knew he was going to come.
âFuck, touch your clit, come on baby,â he whines and you do just that, feeling yourself get closer and closer.
âTom, fuck,â you groan.
âCome for me princess,â he says, his voice deep and gravelly.
Your fingers speed up and you come like a horny teenager with a cry of his name.
He comes right after, and you bring the phone up to your face, giggling a little as he licks his lips.
âFeel like a fucking teenager right now.â
âYeah?â
âHella horny all the time, sexting.â
âWish you were here,â he sighs, hand running through his hair.
âMe too,â you yawn.
âHow are you tired itâs like 6pm there.â
âBeen working nonstop on your projects, finally finished them today after pulling an all-nighter. Gotta pass them in tomorrow.â
âCan I see them?â
âCourse. But Iâm gonna sleep now. And you should too! Itâs late over there.â
âYouâre right.â
âGoodnight Tom.â
âNight princess.â
***
âYou should try juuling,â Tom says nonchalantly.
âWhat?â You almost choke, smoke exhaling out of your nostrils, you cough for the first time while smoking in three years.
âTo help you stop smoking, you told me you wanted to stop, eventually, heard juuling helps.â
You roll your eyes at the boy on the other end of the FaceTime call.
âSure,â you say, âjust, Iâm graduating today, got some nerves to shake out.â
âBut you did it, and your portrait professor said yours was the best work sheâs seen this year.â
âYeah, thank you for your pretty face.â
âOf course,â he grins.
âWhere are you right now?â You ask, the bed behind him not his own, he never said he had any filming or press. His next press thing was a week from now in Mexico according to him. Your heart nearly falls out of your chest, what if heâs at another girlâs place? You know you never said anything about seeing other people, you were just messing around, why did what he did in his free time matter to you?
Sure you texted every day, not just sexted. You learned about his friends, his likes, his dislikes, anything and everything, all the little fun facts about him. But that was just getting to know the person youâre sleeping with, right?
He mustâve seen the look of confusion mixed with hurt on your face because he sat up and his eyes widened.
âNevermind, doesnât matter, I haveta, I gotta go.â
You were going to wait for him to answer but you didnât want to embarrass yourself even more so you hung up quickly.
âFuck,â you say, tears stinging your eyes as you finish your cigarette and immediately start another one.
âHey! Y/N, we gotta get going- fuck, whatâs wrong?â Lily asks as she joins you on your balcony.
âNothing, Iâm fine,â you say, sniffling as you take a long drag.
âClearly youâre not fine youâre crying, whatâs wrong?â
âI just, Iâm an idiot.â
âWhat?â
You silently finish your cigarette, Lilly rubbing your back as you stub the end into your ashtray.
âI think Tom was at someone elseâs place, like in someone elseâs bed.â
âOh.â
âItâs stupid, we never said we were a thing this was just, weâre just fooling around so it doesnât matter what he does in his free time.â
âDid you hear what he had to say?â
âNo, feel like a fucking idiot, didnât wanna embarrass myself in front of him anymore.â
âYou should ask him out.â
âHuh?â
âTell him you wanna be official, wanna be boyfriend girlfriend or whatever. Itâs obvious youâve got feelings for him.â
âNah, heâs, he's famous, heâd never be around,â you shrug.
âOkay, But doesnât change how you feel. So put on your big girl panties, stop crying, weâve got a graduation to get to.â
âDonât gotta leave for a few hours.â
âTwo.â
âOkay, so Iâm going to smoke this entire pack of cigarettes then we can graduate.â
âYouâre seriously going to stand here and chain smoke?â
âYep,â you nod, grabbing another cigarette.
âJust call him back, call him once and see whatâs up, okay? Donât be stupid and sound like an old lady for graduation.â
âFuck off,â you groan.
âFine, but just, call him okay?â
âWhatever,â you grumble.
Lily sighs and leaves you on the balcony alone. You look back at your phone. Nothing. It didnât matter anyways, maybe you scared him off enough that you wouldnât have to deal with the messiness that came with feelings.
You shrugged, wiping the stupid fucking tears from your eyes, grabbing another cigarette. Maybe you would get a juul or whatever they were called, cigarettes were fucking expensive and as your apprenticeship got closer you realized how fucked you were. It only made her angrier.
You couldnât think about that now. Instead, you focused on the ring of smoke you blew from your mouth, the burning sensation you felt in your lungs.
You donât know how long you stood there, smoking as the sun got higher in the sky and the bustling life of Queens began to start. It was a Sunday so everyone was going to church or catching up on errands.
You heard a knock on the door to your tiny apartment and the door swing open. You ignore it, thinking it might be Lilyâs girlfriend here so you all could travel to graduation together.
You finish your cigarette, the knocking on the door starting up again.
âWho the fuck, Lily, who is it?â You shout, making your way back inside, closing your balcony door. You toss your pack and lighter on your bedside table before walking the very few steps to your front door.
âLily, where the fuck are you?â You groan before unlocking the door and swinging it open.
âWho the fuck-,â
âSurprise?â
Tom was standing in front of you, wearing a really nice suit, eyes red.
âOh. Oh!â Him in a different bed, acting sort of weird over the past few days made sense.
âIâm sorry. I, I was going to surprise you at your graduation but when you asked where I was I didnât want you to think that I was with someone else or something, and Iâm sorry if you donât want me to be here I just thought I didnât wanna wait until May to-,â
You cut him off pressing your lips against his, taking him off guard he stumbles back, arms wrapping around your body to draw you tight against him.
âI want to see you too,â you mumble against his lips, shutting the door behind him.
âHey, glad you liked your surprise,â Lily says, breaking the two of you apart.
His hands were still tight on your waist, your hands cupping his face, you just nodded, looking at Tom who stared right back at you.
âIâm glad youâre here,â you say, smiling.
âI think Iâm even happier that Iâm here.â
âYeah?â
âYep.â
âProve it,â his eyes dart between your lips and your own eyes.
âOkay, so Iâm going to meet Lexie downstairs for coffee, if I donât see the both of you down there in 30 minutes so we can get to graduation on time I swear to god Iâll kill you,â Lily interrupts and you sigh, forehead pressed against Tomâs.
âBye Lily,â you shout as she slams the front door.
âMissed you,â you say as you lead him the short way past your kitchen into your bedroom.
âMissed you too princess,â he says, kissing down your neck.
âNow itâs your turn not to leave any marks,â you say, âdonât wanna look trashy when I walk the stage.â
âSo I can leave marks here?â He asks, hands moving to grope your breasts.
âFuck, please,â you whimper, tugging at his suit coat.
âMissed yer kiss,â Tom says, lips meeting yours again as you both struggle to undress each other.
âDonât have lotsa time,â you say, pushing him back so you can quickly slip out of your sundress.
âFuck, thatâs one of the sets that I gotcha, you like it?â
You nod as he quickly gets out of his clothes, watching as you toss your bra and panties to the side.
âFuck, Missed yer tits,â he groans, accent thicker, voice rougher.
âTouch me, come on, no time,â you say, moving to grab a condom from your bedside table.
âHow are we gonna,â he says gesturing to your bed.
âI know itâs not as good as your king bed. Actually itâs garbage compared to your bed but itâs all thatâll fit in this fucking room,â you say, pushing him down on your twin bed.
You straddle his hips, grinding down on his hard cock as he plays with your tits, sucking and marking them as much as he can.
You hurriedly slip the condom onto his cock and sit on his cock, his teeth gliding against your nipple as you do.
âFuck, Tom,â you whine as his hands grip your ass, encouraging you to move.
âCome on, not much time,â he says as you start to bounce on his lap.
âFuck,â you groan, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you move quicker.
âThatâs what weâre doing.â
âShhh,â you whimper, a finger moving to your clit, rubbing it eagerly. He kisses you hard, his lips telling you something without words.
You didnât want to admit it but you were so excited he was here, if you had to sext one more time you would lose your mind. And whether you would say it out loud or not, you didnât really want to sleep with someone else to relieve the tension you felt since that night. Your tongue met his in your mouth, his touches softer tonight than a little bit ago, tender. You both reached your highs pretty quickly and Tom wouldâve been embarrassed save for the fact that heâs waited so long for this and the sight of you on top of him, the way your lips felt against his, he was a goner, in every sense of the word.
âWow,â you say as Tom helps you off of him.
âMissed yer sex,â he laughs, taking the condom off as you start to get dressed.
âIâm very grateful youâre here.â
âI think that Manhattan could hear your box spring.â
âWell now they all know how good Iâm getting it.â
âWhatâre your plans later tonight?â
âWell, was gonna go out to like an early dinner late lunch with Bryce and Adrien. Wait how did you even get a ticket to my graduation?â
âAsked Bryce actually.â
âYeah? How is Adrien going?â
âThatâs his husband right? Not sure,â he says, getting dressed as well.
âHmm, well weâll see him there. Iâll be right back gonna run to the bathroom make sure I look presentable.â
âI think you look beautiful.â
âThanks buddy, but we just fucked so Iâd like to make sure it doesnât look like that at my graduation.â
âGood plan,â he laughs, buttoning his shirt.
You make your way to the bathroom, peeing before brushing through your hair. Your sundress showed off your sleeves and upper back tattoos so you grabbed the sunscreen.
âLather me up,â you say, handing Tom the sunscreen.
âArenât you going to be wearing a gown?â
âNah, itâs art school, we have the hat things, whatever theyâre called, but we just wear those and call it a day.â
Tom shrugs, pulling you down onto his lap, he leaves gentle kisses along your tattoos before applying the sunscreen to it, rubbing it into your skin.
âReady to go?â You ask, about to move from your position on his lap.
He shakes his head and you frown, tilting your head curiously, âwha-,â
He kisses you, hands cupping your face, thumb rubbing your cheek. You swipe your tongue across his lips but he pulls back, ânuh uh.â
âWhat?â
âLily is going to kill us, letâs go, Iâve got a special lady to cheer on.â
âOh? Special?â
He nods as you reluctantly get off his lap, âsheâs pretty great, Iâll have to introduce her to ya eventually.â
âEventually,â you nod, pulling him out of your room. You grab your purse and your grad cap from the kitchen counter.
***
âY/N, Y/L/N,â the dean of the college says and you grin as you walk on stage, shaking his hand and taking your diploma. The crowd is cheering and you definitely couldnât seen Bryce, Tom or Adrien in it but you knew they were there. Cheering you on, somewhere.
The ceremony ended a little while after all the names were called and you all threw up your grad caps in the air, you felt cheesy doing it but here you were, a wide smile on your face as you tossed it up in the air with the rest of your class.
***
âSo Tom, youâve been acting since you were little?â Bryce asks as you all sit at the booth of a small diner near Tattoo Dice, the same shop you and Bryce got coffee at a little bit ago.
âYes,â he nods, hand resting on your thigh.
âWhatâs your favorite thing youâve ever acted in?â Adrien asks.
âI know people probably expect me to say the MCU and Spiderman but I quite enjoyed doing Billy Elliot when I was younger.â
âWould you ever do musical theater again? Or theater? Or will you stick to the big screen?â
âYou know, I really loved theater, so who knows maybe Iâll make a musical theater revival. Iâd haveta work on my voice first but yeah, maybe.â
âAnd your new movie comes out soon right? The new Spiderman?â Bryce asks.
âYep, I start the press tour in like a week? Just about.â
âSo you travel a lot?â
âOkay, letâs cool it with the 20 questions,â you laugh, âletâs not scare him away.â
âOh I donât scare easily,â Tom smiles, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your thigh.
This was the first time any of your hooks up or, you didnât want to say this and jinx it, any of your boyfriends met Bryce and Adrien, the closest youâd ever come to actual parents.
Maybe Tom knew you were nervous, hell everything about you gave it away. Your leg was bouncing up and down, his hand didnât stop your leg from moving, just rested it there, which was comforting.
âSo, you own the shop is that right?â Tom asks, âand Adrien, youâre the shopâs piercer?â
âYep, opened Tattoo Dice 19 years ago.â
âAnd Y/N will be, whatâs it called, sheâll learn how to tattoo from you?â
âYeah, sheâll be my apprentice, sheâs going to get started on synthetic skin first, so she gets the feel of the tattoo needle, then sheâll learn basic health and safety of tattooing, stuff sheâs already learned since sheâs gotten so many tattoos and is the front desk attendant but sheâll get certified officially while apprenticing.â
âSo itâs a lot of work huh?â
âSheâll be working hard but thatâs what sheâs always done so Iâm not worried.â
âYouâre too kind Bryce,â you say, blushing a little.
âIâve got no doubt youâll be fantastic,â Tom says, kissing your cheek.
âSo, we start my training tomorrow?â You ask as the four of you stand outside the coffee shop. Tom had got you both a taxi back to your place, Bryce and Adrien would head back to their apartment above the shop.
âActually, why donât we start next Monday?â
âMonday? What will I do until then?â
âRelax? Have a little break? Youâve trained the person taking your place, you can still work your evening shifts if you want, but you donât have to.â
âGotta pay rent so yeah I think Iâll work this week.â
âDonât be afraid to take some time off, relax, you deserve it.â
âI will, promise.â âAlright, thereâs your taxi, get lost, and congrats kid,â Bryce says, pulling you into a hug. You relax in his arms, and laugh as Adrien hugs the both of you.
âOkay, okay, relax, rest, get lost,â you say, pushing out of their hug.
âCongrats,â Adrien says as you slip into the taxi with Tom.
âCongrats grad,â Tom says, lips gently kissing right below your ear.
âCheeseball,â you say, his fingers intertwining with your own. Â
âThat does not sound tasty.â
âNo it really doesnât,â you laugh.
The ride back to your apartment was quiet, save for a few comments from Tom about the other driverâs here, how terrifying they all were, with little care for pedestrians or other cars.
âGuess thatâs what itâs like in New York,â you shrug as Tom pays the taxi driver.
âSo, nightcap?â He asks as you bring him up to your apartment.
âItâs like 6pm itâs way too early for a nightcap,â you laugh, âbut I can, I can think of other things we can do to occupy our time.â
âOh yeah? What did ya have in mind princess?â he asks, his mouth ghosting over your neck.
âWhy donât we go to my room and find out?â
âYour friend isnât home?â
âNah her and Lexi will be with their families and then at Lexiâs place, weâve got a whole 500 square feet to ourselves.â
âYou donât even have a living room.â
âHey, Iâve got a twin bed and a balcony thatâs all Iâll ever need.â
âWhatever you say,â he sighs.
âCome here,â you say, pulling him close, lips meeting his.
You stumble back towards your room, fumbling with the door as Tomâs hands glide under your dress, gripping your ass.
âMissed your hands,â you say as he slaps your ass, your dress bunched at your waist as he pushes you down onto your bed.
You pull your dress over your head as you move up your bed, watching as Tom gets undressed.
You start to take off your bra but he stops you, hand wrapping around your wrist.
âLemme undress you baby,â he says, straddling your hips and kissing up your stomach. He kisses the tops of your breasts before making his way back to your lips, leaving as many marks as he can on the way up.
âTom, fuck,â you groan as his hands move to unclip your bra, tossing it to the side.
âLemme make ya feel good princess,â he says before taking a nipple into his mouth, eyes watching your face contort in pleasure as his fingers play with the other one before switching sides. His hips grind down against yours and you so desperately wanted to get his underwear off, so you could feel him but you decided to be patient, decided it would be worth the wait.
He makes his way back down your body, fingers tugging down your panties, âpractically dripping for me, you excited to see me or something?â
âAs if you arenât,â you huff, growing impatient as he breathes against you, so close to where you want him.
âBe patient for me, okay? Almost there,â he says, before kneeling on the floor in front of the bed, tugging you down so your legs are propped up on his shoulders.
You immediately moan at the sensation of his tongue against your clit, slowly lapping at it before moving to your entrance, licking through your folds.
âFuck come on,â you groan, hands flying to his hair.
âTug away baby, wonât give you what you want until youâre patient for me.â
You whine, hands tugging at him, frustrated, you lay your head against your bed and let him tease you.
He grins against you and you feel his finger push inside you, tongue making gentle strokes against your clit.
âGood girl,â he says, another finger pushing into you, he starts to pick up the pace, fucking you with his fingers in earnest.
âFuck come on Tom, make me come,â you say, the knot in your stomach forming way too quickly.
His lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently while fucking into you harder.
His teeth graze your clit and you come with a cry of his name, pulsing against him. His fingers slip out of you as he kisses your thighs, dropping them to the side of his shoulders.
âMissed you,â he says, kissing his way back up your body.
Youâre still horny as fuck, you wanted him to get a move on so you grabbed his shoulders tugging him on top of you, âfuck me, please.â
âItâd be my pleasure,â Tom smiles, kissing you softly, too soft for what youâre about to do.
âCome on,â you say, reaching for your bedside table grabbing a condom from the drawer.
âThose been sitting there waiting for me?â
âI was getting ready for the end of May, gotta stock up.â
âSo smart,â he says, pushing his underwear down his legs and tosses them to the side.
You rip open the condom and help him slide it down his cock, he groans as you jerk him off, kissing down your neck as he hikes your thigh up around his waist.
âCome on, fuck me,â you whimper as his cock rubs against your folds.
âThis what you want princess?â He asks, bottoming out, smirking as you cry out his name.
âLetâs go,â you say, your hips moving up to grind against his.
âAll yours tonight princess,â he says, one hand holding himself up while the other cups your face, kissing you as he begins to move.
Tonight wasnât any less pleasurable than the night a few weeks ago, although the way he made you feel was very different.
He wasnât any gentler with his thrusts, but his movement was more deliberate, more meaningful.
âCome on, make me come, baby,â you say, arms wrapped around his neck, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck.
âGotcha princess,â he says, hand moving between the two of you to rub your clit, pushing you closer to the edge.
âYes, fuck, make me come around your cock, please,â you whine and his lips capture yours, swallowing your moans as you come.
His thrusts get faster and sloppier, your legs wrapped around his waist.
âFeel so, feel so fucking good,â he says, voice deeper.
âCome for me, please, wanna feel you Tommy,â you whine and he groans, face tucked into your neck as he comes, hips slowing to a stop.
âWow,â you laugh as he pulls out of you, sitting up and taking the condom off.
âStill good?â
âDonât know how long Iâve been waiting for that.â
âHmmm, three weeks? Give or take?â He asks, sticking his tongue out at you.
âShut up,â you laugh, sitting up and kissing him. Something about the way he kissed you, it wasnât needy like he would never see you again, but just his lips, soft and warm and against yours.
âNeeda smoke, hop off me Holland,â you say against his lips and he nods, getting off the bed.
You open your closet grabbing two t-shirts and slipping one over your head, tossing the other one at Tom.
âThe view from the balcony is really pretty, Iâll be right back,â you say, kissing his cheek before grabbing your panties.
You wink at him before going to the bathroom, peeing and splashing some water on your face. When you go back to your room you grab your smokes and lighter from your bedside table. You watch Tom lean against your small balcony railing, feet crossed and head tilted towards the sunset.
You grab sleep shorts and pull them up before stepping onto the balcony.
âHey handsome,â you say, arms wrapping around his waist from behind, kissing his neck.
âHey to you too,â he says, relaxing into your arms.
âTold ya the view is pretty,â you say, face tucked into his neck.
You feel Tom pause, unsure of his next words.
âMy favorite is when itâs late out, not all the lights are off, obviously, itâs New York, but when most of them are off, past midnight usually, you can see all the stars in the sky.â
âWe should do that,â he mumbles, hands resting over yours.
âGood idea,â you nod, unwrapping your arms and slipping next to him.
He watches as your black acrylics tap against the railing, one hand fiddling with your pack of cigarettes and lighter.
âWhat is it?â
âI should quit these things.â
âI mean, Iâm not going to tell you no, but if thatâs what you want, thatâs what you should do.â
âMaybe Iâll get that juul or the gum or patch or whatever, cigarettes cost so fucking much anyways, gotta cut costs somewhere and Iâd rather not live off of ramen and popcorn for the next few months.â
âUp to you,â he says, watching you get a cigarette and hold up your lighter.
âTomorrow, tomorrowâs another day, Iâll finish off the rest of my cigarettes and then Iâll stop.â
Tom raises his eyebrows at you and you shake your head, âIâm not every other smoker who says theyâll quit tomorrow and then tomorrow becomes the next day and the next day and so on, never said I was gonna quit before. But I think, I donât know, itâs stupid really.â
âNo, go ahead, what is it?â
âI feel like Iâm opening a new chapter, art school is done, Iâm gonna be a tattoo artist soon, hopefully, and-,â
âAnd youâve got me.â
âHmmm?â you ask, turning towards him.
âI mean, if you want, I just, I figured, Iâd like to be a part of this new chapter of your life.â
âYeah?â
âSorry, I- if you donât wanna, I can do, itâs,â
âTom?â
âYes?â
âWill you, fuck, this is so dumb, do you want to be my boyfriend?â
âI uh, sort of already assumed we were, you know, an item. So yes. Iâll be your boyfriend.â
âDork.â
Before you realize what youâre doing youâre hugging him, arms tight around his neck, body as close as you could be to him in this moment. His arms wrap around your back almost immediately after you hug him. You stay in each otherâs arms, just breathing, for some amount of time, time with Tom felt all too quick but drawn out at the same time. But you also really needed to smoke. You pulled away from him and pull out a cigarette. Â
âLet me,â He says, nodding towards the lighter in your hand.
You quirk your eyebrow at him, handing it over. He attempts to flick the lighter on a few times, biting his lip in concentration.
You put your thumb over his, showing him how to pull the safety tab down to spark the lighter.
The two of you stare at the small flame of your lighter between you, illuminating each of his freckles and each of your tattoos as the sun sets over the balcony.
âHere,â he says as you slip the cigarette between your lips. He holds the lighter to it and you nod when itâs lit, taking a drag before turning away from Tom and blowing the smoke out of your lungs.
âI had to smoke cigars, for a movie once, but I wasnât very good at it.â
âNot something you want to be good at,â you laugh.
His hands wrap around your waist from behind, chin resting on your shoulder as you finish your cigarette. Â
âWhat do ya wanna do tomorrow?â
âHmm, you donât have somewhere to run off to? Your press thingy, whatâs it called? In Mexico?â
âThatâs next week, I uhm Iâve got my hotel for the week. We can go there if you want. Itâll be like a staycation for you.â
âStay here tonight.â
âHuh?â
âStay at my place, tonight, thereâs a little breakfast place I want to take you to, about a block from here. Only if you wanna.â
âOf course I wanna girlfriend.â
âOh my god shut up,â you laugh, finishing your cigarette.
âOkay, can I call you princess?â He says, lips pressing against your neck.
âOf course,â you say, âcall me something else too,â you grind back against him.
âOh yeah?â
âCome inside,â you say, putting your cigarette out in the ashtray as Tom kisses down the back of your neck.
He pulls you back in, closing the balcony door. You drop your lighter and cigarettes on the bedside table.
His hands are quick to tug your shirt over your head, planting kisses down your chest, smirking at the marks he left earlier.
âGonna be a good slut for me and suck my cock?â He asks, hand cupping your pussy.
âPlease,â you groan as his palm gently rubs against your clothed clit.
He guides you to your knees, one hand firm on your shoulder while the other tugs off his shirt.
His hands pull your hair out of your face as you push down his underwear, hand wrapping around his cock.
âGo ahead, be a good slutty princess for me,â he says, not pushing your head down but just watching as you wrap your lips around the head of his cock.
You gently lick up and down his cock, before starting to bob your head, his hips start to move against you and you canât tell if itâs deliberate or not but you moan when you choke around him, breathing deeply through your nose.
âLook so pretty down on your knees for me, gonna make me come like a good girl?â
You moan again, feeling him twitch in your mouth as you still, letting his hips do all the work.
âSuch a good slut for me, fuck, gonna come in your mouth princess,â he groans, hips stilling with your lips wrapped around the head of his cock.
He comes with a groan of your name followed by princess, and you couldnât help but smile as he helped you up. You fucking loved that nickname.
âYour turn,â he grins as you pull your panties down and off your legs, âdo ya, do you still have mine from- from,â you try to finish your question but heâs pushing you down on the bed, one hand wrapping around your wrists and pinned them to the bed, the other running up and down your side.
âGod princess I used those to jerk off so many times, had to wash them eventually, still kinda smell like you, Iâll need a new pair when I leave this week.â
âDonât think thatâll be a problem,â you giggle as he leaves butterfly kisses against your cheek.
âWhat are you, what are you doing?â you laugh.
âKissing you, duh,â he says, before his lips meet your hot skin.
âGo on, eat me out baby, please,â you whine, hips moving to meet his own.
âIâm going princess, relax for me okay?â he asks, hand leaving your wrists, which you keep above your head.
He makes his way down your body, kissing as his hands spread your legs wide, he situates himself between them, kissing along your thighs as his fingers slip into your pussy.
âFuck Tom,â you groan. He quickly brings his lips to your entrance, licking and kissing and just making you feel everything. He brings you to orgasm with his lips wrapped around your clit and three fingers pressing against your sweet spot.
âTaste so good princess,â he says, fingers still moving slowly inside of you as he makes his way up to your face, kissing up. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips, arms wrapping around his neck.
***
âI would love to shower with you but my shower is lucky to fit one person, the mere idea of two people in this shower will break it,â you laugh as Tom brushes his teeth.
âFine, guess Iâll just haveta watch you shower.â
âOkay perv,â you joke as you wait for the water to warm up.
Heâs wearing the t-shirt you gave him earlier, heâs small enough that it fits well, the only part that stretches is the sleeves, his biceps bigger than your own.
Once you showered you dried your hair, about to walk back to your room with the towel wrapped around you.
âYou donât wanna watch me shower?â
âNo you weirdo,â you laugh and you hear him laugh in return, stepping into the shower.
You sit on your bed, drying your hair as best you can. You tried to think about how this all came to be. When all you wanted was to hook up with someone during your trip to London. You never, ever would have expected this, not in a million years.
âWhatcha thinking about?â he asks from your door and you almost jump off your bed, heart racing.
âShit, how longâve you been standing there?â âJust got outta the shower, not as fun as if we were in there together, gonna haveta try that at my hotel.â
âIâd like that,â you say, âcome here, help me put lotion on my tattoos.â
âWhat?â
âLotion. Gotta moisturize them so they still look good in 50 years.â
âDidnât know that.â
âWell of course you wouldnât.â
âActually,â he starts, pulling you up to stand with him.
âWhat?â you laugh as he sits down in your place, tugging your towel off and sitting you down between his legs, your back to his chest.
âIâve got a tattoo.â
âWhat?! Where?â you ask, turning your head to look for a tattoo somewhere that for some reason you didnât notice before.
âDonât laugh.â
âWhy would I laugh? I wanna see it!â
âHere,â he says, his leg moving to rest on top of yours as he points to the bottom of his foot.
âYou- you got a, what is that, is that a spider?! On the bottom of your foot?â Youâre trying your best not to laugh.
âTold ya youâd laugh, yes, Iâve got a spider, had to get it done over twice, it hurt like a bitch.â
âWhy would you, why,â you start before giggling.
âHush and let me lotion you up,â he says, dropping his leg.
âWhy the bottom of your foot? Thatâs like such a bad place for a tattoo, itâll never last!â
âWell thatâs kinda why, and because Iâm an actor. Donât want tattoos to get in the way of my work.â
âWhat- other actors have tattoos. But youâre very brave for getting the bottom of your foot tattooed, that must be painful.â
âYouâd never get the bottom of your foot tattooed?â
âFuck no, you kidding? No thank you, thatâs a no zone for me.â
âMhm,â he hums as his hands rub the lotion into the skin of your upper back and arms, taking his time to catch every part of each of your tattoos.
âMaking me sleepy,â you say as his hands move to massage your shoulders. âThen letâs sleep,â he says, kissing your cheek.
âGotta get dressed,â you mumble.
âMeh, itâs hot in here, we can sleep naked.â
âHowâre we gonna fit here again?â
âHere,â Tom says, pushing your comforter and sheets down, moving the two of you so heâs laying on his back and youâre on your side, practically on top of him.
âThis is comfortable for you?â you ask, hand resting on his chest.
âMhm, you good?â
âVery comfy,â you say, yawning as his hand runs up and down your arm.
âGoodnight princess.â
âNight baby,â you say as sleep overtakes you.
***
âSo, you do this a lot?â He asks as you curl up at his side on the bench in Central Park.
âOnly when Iâve got free time and itâs nice out, itâs the perfect day for it,â you say, opening your sketchpad to a new page.
âAnd you just find someone to draw?â
âNormally I draw some of the people who live here, sometimes people sitting on benches around us, like to people watch, ever done it?â
âIâm sorry, people watch?â
âYeah, sit somewhere and just observe people in their natural habitat, itâs fascinating.â
âWhatever you say,â he laughs, arm around your shoulder.
âItâll be worth it, promise.â âI donât doubt that,â he nods as you look around.
Thereâs a man who was sleeping peacefully on the bench across from you and you glance over his features, your pencil starting to sketch on the page.
âHim?â
âYep, I think Iâve sketched him before, heâs normally running around everywhere, asking people for hugs, so I only got a quick sketch of his face, but thisâll be perfect,â you say, drawing out the bench.
You can feel Tomâs eyes on your sketchbook as you draw and if it were anyone else youâd be uncomfortable, not wanting them to see anything but a final product. But with him it was different. You were okay with showing him bits and pieces of your life you kept hidden.
âIf you were to get tattooed by anyone, who would you want to tattoo you?â
âProbably Ryan Ashley.â âWhoâs that?â
âFamous tattoo artist, sheâs the first female winner of Ink Master, sorta paving the way for female artists in the mainstream. She does these amazing realistic jewelry pieces, always sort of wanted a chest piece, Iâve been saving it on the very rare chance that sheâd ever tattoo me,â you ramble as you start to sketch the outline of the manâs body.
âYou wouldnât want to get tattooed by me?â âAre you telling me youâve tattooed someone before?â You feel him nod against your head and you gasp, âTom, youâre just full of surprises huh?â
âYep, tattooed a little spiderman spider on someoneâs leg, he letâs celebrities tattoo him all the time.â
âFucking jealous youâve gotten the chance to tattoo someone before I have.â
âI can guarantee youâd be a million times better than me.â
âHope so, Iâve put all my time and effort into working at Tattoo Dice, I hope it pays off, hope that I put art on peopleâs skin that they appreciate.â
âI believe in you,â he says, eyes watching as people walk past, feeling comforted by the fact that nobody knows heâs here, none of his fans or paparazzi will be looking for him. He can spend time with you in public without worrying about being stopped every few feet for an autograph or a photo.
Someone looked at the both of you as they walked past, eyes pausing on Tom, who was just wearing sunglasses.
âto hide my unruly brow,â he explained when he put them on this morning.
âIs that like your disguise?â you asked him.
âCourse, now nobody can tell itâs me.â
âSure baby,â you shrugged, blushing a little when his hand slipped down to hold your own as you left your apartment.
You felt him tense and you looked up, âWhatâs wrong?â
The person kept walking. âNothing, was scared they noticed who I was,â he whispers as you relax back against him, working more on the arms of the man on the bench.
âBut youâve got your sunglasses on, youâre Clark Kent,â you say.
âWrong universe,â Tom smirks.
âYou know what I mean,â you poke his side before concentrating back on the sketch.
It had to be at least an hour when you were satisfied with how it looked, sitting up to brush away some eraser shavings.
âHowâs it look?â You ask, looking up at Tom.
âPretty damn good,â he says, grinning back at you.
The man on the bench wakes up with a start, grumbling to himself. You quickly rip the page off your sketchbook and get up.
âWant me to-,â
âIâm fine,â you tell Tom before moving the few feet to the manâs bench.
âWhaddya want?â He asks, voice rough.
âI uh, Iâm an artist. Draw people, and well, here,â you say, awkwardly holding out the sketch of the man to him.
âWhat the- is this me? This is me! Wow,â the man says and your brows furrow with worry when his eyes start to tear up.
âIâm sorry I didnât ask permission before drawing you, just looked so peaceful sleeping there and- oh!â You smile as he pulls you into a tight hug.
âThis is, this is the best thing Iâve ever seen, Iâll keep it forever, and I mean that,â he says as he letâs you go.
âWell, Iâm glad you like it, have a good day,â you smile as he picks up his backpack and shopping cart full of belongings.
âYou too dear,â he smiles, wiping a tear from his eyes before walking away, holding the sketch tight to his chest.
You turn back to Tom, sure your face is lit up with a smile.
âYouâve done it yet again princess.â
âHuh?â you ask, sitting down next to him.
âYouâre gonna change lives with that art of yours.â
âSucha dork,â you giggle.
âCmâere, miss yer kiss,â he says, kissing you gently as his fingers intertwined with your own.
***
âGonna miss you,â you mumble, face tucked into his shoulder as he hugs you.
âAlready miss you.â
âDork,â you giggle.
You were standing outside your apartment waiting for Tomâs taxi to take him to the airport.
âI wanna see the first tattoo you do okay?â
âObviously, Iâll see if Adrien can video it for me.â
The taxi pulls up and Tom pulls you tighter against him, like he didnât want to let go. And to be fair, neither did you.
âOkay, go before they charge you extra for making them wait.â
âAlright,â He says, kissing you, it wasnât a soft sweet kiss, or a desperate I want you kiss. But a this is the last time Iâll see you for a little bit and Iâll miss you kiss. And honestly? You think you loved those kisses the most. You pulled away first.
âGet outta here Holland,â you say and he laughs, tossing his suitcase into the backseat with him. As the taxi drives away his hand presses against the window and he mouths âIâll miss you.â
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hibiscus. | huang renjun
hey! my first real nct dream fanfic, that isnât a little baby post or smth, hope you babies love it :)
summary: You give Renjun a hibiscus with every planned meeting you two have. Rejnun doesnât know why, or what the flower means, but he finds himself curious when he finds out that almost every flower has a meaning.Â
warning: Some cursing, :P
word count: 1.8 K
  Renjun smiled at the flower in his hand. He couldnât help it, after all. It was instinctual for him to smile whenever he saw you, because no matter when you saw him, as long as it was planned, youâd give him a flower. And if you two happened to run into each other on accident, youâd say to him, âSorry, Iâll give you two flowers the next time we see each other!â And lo and behold, the next time you two saw each other, youâd give him two more flowers.Â
  Admittedly, he didnât know what the name of the flower was, but he didnât really care, he just appreciated the sentiment. (and the pounding heart you gave him, but heâd never say that out loud)Â
  He was walking back to the dorm he shared with the other NCT DREAM members, and saw Jaemin standing outside of the door.Â
  âHey Jaemin, whatâs up?â He casually asked, walking past Jaemin to go and unlock the door. Jaeminâs face lit up when he saw Renjun, throwing an arm around his fellow memberâs narrow shoulders when he got closer. âNothing, I just forgot my keys, thatâs all. How was - oh? Is that what I think it is?â Jaemin stopped mid-sentence, eyeing the plant in Renjunâs clenched hand. Renjun smiled and scratched the back of his neck shyly.Â
  âYeah, itâs another flower that Y/N gave me. Itâs pretty isnât it?â Renjun said, finally turning the key to open the door, and he slowly pushed open the door to walk in. He kicked off his shoes and walked through the front entrance to the living room where the rest of the members were lounging around doing various things.Â
  âOh~, so she gave you another flower.â Jaemin sang teasingly, before walking into the living room and plopping down next to Jeno before whining to him about not letting him in when he knocked on the door.
  âI thought you were just trying to get our attention, sorry.â Jeno nonchalantly said, tapping his finger to his screen repeatedly. Jaemin rose his eyebrow. âBy locking myself out of the house?â Jeno simply shrugged, caring about winning his game rather than comforting Jaeminâs pouting face.
  Renjun was secretly relieved that the topic changed from you and your flowers due to Jaeminâs whining. He walked past the members as inconspicuously as he could and opened the door to his room. He let out a huge sigh and took off his jacket, throwing it on his bed before going over to the windowsill and putting the new flower in with the rest of them.
  He softly stuffed the flower on the side and caressed the others that were laying peacefully in the disturbed water, watching at the sun shone off of them prettily. He didnât know why you always gave him such pretty flowers. he almost felt as if they were going to a waste because he didnât even know what type they were. Every single one of them were pink flowers with a very prominent nectar stem sticking up from the middle of the flower, and though it seemed like it would be a defining feature for a flower, Renjun wasnât well versed in the language of plants.Â
  The brown-haired boy scoffed to himself. âFlowers canât mean stuff. Other than a rose, I guess.â He quickly shook the thought out of his head and changed into comfortable clothes before throwing himself on is bed and unlocking his phone to browse and relax. That was, until he noticed he had an unread message from you.
  His heart leapt into his throat and he let out a sigh of affection, not being able to ignore the feeling you gave him.Â
  bean: hey there renjunnie! i had a random thought after i gave you the flower today,,,
  renjunnie: what was it y/n?
  Renjun felt himself cringe at the awkwardness of his text, wishing that he was smooth like Johnny or Ten, or funny like Haechan, or old and mature like Mark. but after thinking for a second, he wiped the last thought form his head. Mark was more awkward with girls than Renjun was by tenfold. Â
  bean: well, you know that i give you the same type of flower every time, right?
  renjunnie: really? i thought they were differentÂ
  bean: oh? i guess youâre missing a few brain cells then
  bean: stop hanging out with dong-dumb, heâs ruining your brain :\
  He let out a laugh at your remark. Though you were were very cute, every person knew that the good-girl persona you put up was only for your idol-group during promotion, even the fans knew now. It was something that you only really did when you felt like being ironic. Your sass was natural, and in Renjunâs opinion, cute and attractive.
  bean: anyway, wanna know what theyâre called?
  renjunnie: yeah, hit me with it baby
  bean: ???baby? holy??? shit???
  Renjun practically dug a grave for himself at that moment. He had a habit of texting things on impulse, but he never thought it would get him in deep shit. Of course, calling you baby wasnât the end of the world, but he was sure you hated it. Why? No reason, he just felt a sneaking suspicion. He turned off his phone and plunged it in his pocket, before walking to the living room where he fellow friends were before he saw (or think heâd see) a slurry of angry texts from you.
  No one said anything when he fell lifelessly on the couch, not until he let out a groan filled with absolute agony. Chenle gave him the side-eye, âReally? That loudly?â He teased, ready for a comeback, but only being met with silence. Chenle looked down at Renjun after the unusual quietness, and was shocked when he was met with more dead than usual eyes.Â
  âWhat happened, hyung?â He gasped, putting his phone down and turning towards his distressed friend. Renjun sighed and lifted himself up to sit properly on the couch, his sigh attracting the rest of the members attention. âWell, you know Y/N and her flowers, right?â
  âYeah, what about it?â Jisung asked, without much interest in the conversation. His question was followed with Jaeminâs soft inquiry of âyeah, wonder what type of flowers they areâ
  âExactly!â Renjun yelled towards Jaeminâs soft question, throwing his head back on the couch. Haechanâs previously un-included self suddenly joined in. âOooh, teen angst?â
  âShut up, iâm 20.â Renjun spat, before looking at his phoneâs black screen.   âWell, Y/N texted me saying that she thought about something after giving me the flower today, and I was like, âspill the tea, sisâ, and she said âhaha lol wanna know what type of flower it is?â aND THEN I SAID, âhit me with it, bABY.â I SAID THAT. I CALLED HER BABY. WE ARENâT EVEN DATING.â He screeched, burying his head in his hands, wanting to die right then and there.
  Haechan looked judgmentally at him, wanted to make fun of him due to his memberâs unreasonable amount of stress, but seeing the pure amount of suffering on Renjunâs face made him think twice. Which wasnât enough to stop him.
  âAnd? Donât girls like being called that?â Haechan said, looking at his nails sassily. âWell, yeah - but not when you arenât dating them! She probably hates me, oh god.â Renjun muttered to himself, ruffling his hair which tranlsated to wanting to throw yourself off a cliff in the language of anxiety and stress.
  âHm, possibly. Telling from the amount of texts youâre receiving from her, itâs either that and sheâs asking for a restraining order, or telling you to stop being stupid and kiss her already. I vote either, but eh.â Jeno mused, scrolling through his Instagram feed. Jaemin slapped his shoulder lightly.Â
  âWhat?â Renjun whispered, before looking at his phone go on and off three times, telling him that someone was rapidly texting him. Gulping, Renjun unlocked his phone and went to his messaging app.Â
  bean: huang renjun??? where art thou?
  bean: golden hands prince???
  bean: oh well, iâll just tell you i guess
  bean: itâs a hibiscus! theyâre my fav flower and i started giving them to you because i thought the meaning really suited you, so you should look it up, and then decide if calling me baby is something you wanna keep doing or not.
  bean: and if it isnât, then i mean i guess thatâs cool i guess i mean, yeah itâs fine i guess yeah
  Renjun felt more confused than anything, and looked at his phone with his head cocked to the side. He then decided to take your advice and search up the meaning of the flower, something he was surprised flowers had.Â
  Part of him was expecting a flower that meant âi hate you lol, also iâm getting a restraining order on you :/â So, when he opened up Google and found the real meaning of the flower, he felt himself melt into the couch with relief.
  Hibiscus: Delicate Beauty
  Renjun lifted his head, and gave the look you give to someone when you just survive 8 AP tests in a row, a look of wanting the sweet release of death but also a look of âthank godâ.Â
  However, it took him a good five minutes before he realized what the meaning of the flower meant for him and Y/N. He stopped moving, before he reopened his text app faster than Jaemin runs to Jeno after not seeing him for a week.Â
  renjunnie: holy sh - you what?
  bean: hey there, itâs year 2550, youâve responded quite late. there are now robotic boyfriends and no need to breed with mere flesh
  renjunnie: im,,,going to ignore that
  renjunnie: but???? you??? think iâm a delicate beauty???
  bean: oh yeah, yeah lol
  bean: itâs okay if you donât like that, iâll stop if you want me tooÂ
  renjunnie: nO! i really like it
  renjunnie: like,,,really like it
  renjunnie: like, i wanna call you baby for the rest of my life-like it
  bean: oh
  bean: i mean, a mi tambien
  bean: um,,,iâve gotta go but i wanna talk about this later with you, i really do, renjun
  bean: iâll talk to you about it later okay? weâll skype, i promise :)
  Despite feeling a little disappointed, Renjun smiled. The feeling of reciprocated feelings was greater than anything heâd ever felt, especially after feeling that you hated him.
  renjunnie: alright :)
  bean: also, iâll be giving you an ambrosia flower when i see you next :)
  Renjun quickly pulled up his Google once again, and searched up the term âambrosiaâ, he found âfood of the godsâ, but he doubted that sheâd be calling him gold-like, so he added âflowerâ to the search, and what he found lit a bigger fire in his heart than the hibiscus.
  Ambrosia: A Greek symbol for âyour love is returnedâ.
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Ritsu, the smart student with budding supernatural powers that he is, learned the best way to sneak out of the house is to just leave his body behind.
Words: 6k
So I wasnât planning on writing another one, but @hydrachea went and was a muse again like the day after I posted Complementary, so. Two weeks later, here we are.Â
A continuation of a scenario that will be linked in a reblog because links, âmember? Also on AO3! (also in reblog!)
âBro!â
The thump of feet landing outside his window and subsequent clambering at said window wouldâve startled most people. Ritsu was used to it by now. He even left the window cracked for this very reason.
Catching a handhold, Shou opened the sliding glass door to his bedroom and poked his head in. He found Ritsu at his desk, just closing up a textbook. âBro, we gotta go!â
Ritsu raised an eyebrow. He clicked his pen and set it back in its cup with its mates.
His friend jumped into the room proper and hopped from foot to foot, eyes wide, impatient, like Ritsu was holding them up. âGo where?â Ritsu asked when he didnât expound further on his own.
âTo the PokĂ©mon midnight release! Ritsu, come on, weâve been talking about it for days! I thought you were the smart one!â
âYeah, but I thought it was a given that I canât go. Itâs already after ten.â He glanced at the clock: 10:12 PM.
âBut this game, man! I need someone to trade with!â
âI can just get it tomorrow after school. Itâs not the end of the world.â Ritsu pushed his chair back and stood up.
He didnât get the chance to put his notebook back in his bag, stopped by Shou gripping his shoulders, staring him in the eye. âBut theyâre only giving out keychains of the starters tonight.â
He knew that; even if he didnât listen to Shouâs obsessions, his classmates have been talking about it all month. âYou know I canât. My parents are extra vigilant these days, what with exams coming up.â
âBut don't you wanna go?â
Ritsu looked at him. He did. He did want to go. But his parents had been strict about their curfew, and both he and Shigeo werenât allowed out late at night. He understood why. He knew the importance of sleep and the dangers of a city at night.
But Pokémon.
He shook his head. âItâs a school night, and I need to sleep. School may not be your thing but I have grades to uphold.â
âButâ!â Shou cut himself off with a small whine, biting his bottom lip. He tightened his grip on his sleeves as he frantically tried to think of a solution. Ritsu gave him a moment to try, after which he was going to shake him off, send him on his way, then get ready for bed. He was just about to do that when he heard, âDoesnât just your body need sleep?â
âWh... What?â
Shou perked up. He had found a lead. âAnd itâs just your body that has to be here! You could leave it here to get some shut eye and ride along with me to the game store!â
His breath caught. Back at it again with possession, but this time suggesting that he do the possessing. âIâ Shou, Iââ he protested, trying to grasp something, âI canât astral project, and I donât know if Iâd want to do that to you just for a keychain, and sleep has mental and emotional benefits outside of the physical, too, likeââ
âDuuude, câmon, itâll be fine! Itâs not that hard to learn, and I donât care about my body, and itâs only fair, right?â
Stomach knotting like it always did when this topic came up, Ritsu stepped back and out of Shouâs reach. âIt doesnât have to be fair, itâs possession. Even the name implies partiality.â
He could see a grin starting to creep onto his face. Oh no. âNah, nah, nah, dude, itâs cool, normal rules donât apply to us, âmember?â He drummed his newly-freed fingers against his thigh and added, âAnd I gotta check out what the big deal with this thing is anyway. Iâm like the only one that hasnât been possessed yet.â
âItâs not a competition!â
âRitsu, come on. I swear it'll be fine.â Shou stopped, having stated his case and now waiting for an answer. He held his lip between his teeth again. âI want you to come with me.â
The decision's on him. And there was a right answer. He was thirteen, it was Monday, he had a test in two days, and his life wasn't at risk. He should decline. He should curl up in bed and enjoy some sleep, leaving Shou to his delinquency.
Then he remembered how boring that would be.
Ritsu pursed his lips. âThe fact still stands that I donât know how to astral project.â
Shou nodded. âYoung Padawan, it is time for a lesson in the psychic arts.â He sat on the ground, hugging his knees to his chest, his aura faintly flickering into view around him.
Ritsu sighed. Here goes nothing. He crossed his legs and sat down with his back against his desk. âSo, how do I...go about this?â he asked.
âFire up your powers; seems easier that way.â
He took a breath. His last chance to just go to bed.
He felt his skin tingle as his aura lit up, a glittering blue mosaic ionizing the air. His hair shifted in the lessened gravity. âAlright.â
Shouâs own aura emboldened into a more defined shape, but it still was a shadow of what it normally was. Thatâs right, he realized, Iâm supposed to be the one going ghost, not him. âSo your powers are you turning an idea into a force that you send out into the world, yeah?â He held up his hands as he spoke, absently bouncing a ball of energy between them. âOnce you get used to them, you might not know exactly what the idea is anymore because it becomes an instinct instead of a thought, but itâs still there. So to project, instead of using your powers as a conduit for the idea to leave your head, use them so that you can.â
âJust...follow my powers?â He was right: It did sound simple.
âPretty much.â
He couldnât help a small, inquisitive frown. âWhy havenât more people done this, then?â
Shou shrugged. âMany canât. Most donât try. A lot of espers find one thing they can do then stick to it. Then thereâs also that most espers donât have a high enough power level to be able to remember it if they do actually project. Youâre just held together by psychic energy without your body, so you gotta have a lot of it to function on the same level as usual.â
That was concerning. âAnd youâre sure Iâll be fine if Iâ?â
âOf course, dude! I wouldnâtâve even suggested this if I wasnât sure you could handle it. Youâve got more skill than you realize.â
âOh.â Ritsu looked away, a bit embarrassed at the unsolicited praise. Why was he doing this. He allowed himself a brief smile before closing his eyes and muttering, âOkayâŠ. Just follow my powers to...wherever they go.â
The thrum of energy wove through his skin. Apparently, there was an idea at the core of it; of what, he hadn't the foggiest, so he tried to make another: He wanted his powers to pick something up. How about his discarded notebook, wherever that wound up? Easy. The energy moved to concentrate in his hands, spilling over into the room, exerting a slight force on everything as it searched out its target. He tried to follow it, to picture its path in his mindâs eye.
After a minute or twoâafter he was about to give up and declare perpetual corporealityâa faint trail appeared amid the phosphenes behind his eyelids, a blue leading away from him that grew stronger when he noticed it, a hazy mosaic pattern cracking its color. He hesitated, just for a moment. Then he changed the idea. Instead of sending a generic, nameless force, he pictured sending his consciousness, sending himselfâ
Everything felt light for some reason.
The room melted into view around him, just blurred around the edges, through clouded glass. He wondered why that was. When he tried to ask, the words refused to form. That was weird. He couldnât really feel his mouth either. He reached up to check if it were stillâ did he have hands? The only movement he saw was a shape of smoke appear in front of his face. Why would he be smoke?
A waving of green and white along with what was possibly sound bubbling through the fog caught his attention. There was a figure sitting below him: green torso, blue legs, orange head, even more orange haloing him. Shouâs aura seemed really bright, or maybe it was just because it was the clearest thing through all this haze. His mouth was moving at breakneck speeds. What was he gesturing at?
He looked down. He couldnât see his feetâoh wait, there they were, a meter or so away, tucked under the crossed legs of a figure slumped against a desk. He couldnât recognize them through the hair shading their face, but he liked how it was styled. Reminded him of his own hair. Or that was his hair. Why was his hair all the way over there with his body, dropped lifeless after he left?
Oh. Right.
Ritsu shook whatever now passed as his head as he recalled his situation. Heâs a spirit now, or a mind held together by energy. He had to focus on his powers, then, since he couldnât rely on Newtonian physics anymore. As soon as he realized that, he felt coalesced, contained, thoughts running more smoothly.
ââna grab one of those pensâ you donât snap out of it, Imma draw dicks all overâ Earth to Kageyama! Come in, Kageyama!â
He turned his full attention to Shou, his aura still the only point of clarity in the room. He still couldnât answer as he did in fact not have a mouth, but he nodded and tried to drift down to eye level. It took some getting used to.
Shou applauded, his grin not as toothy but just as bright. âTold ya!â he cheered. âNot so hard, ainât it? The hard part is keeping your head straight as a spirit, and all you gotta do is be smart about it.â
Floating just above the ground now, Ritsu glanced back at his body. He worried a bit about whether sitting limply like that was good for his posture, but what he noticed most was the lack of emotional response. He should be feeling some serious vertigo or whiplash or something, but there was nothing there. When he had hormones and neurotransmitters again, heâd feel sickened by his apathy.
âSo?â He turned back to Shou as he prompted, âYou gonna take the wheel or what?â He stretched his legs out in front of him, drumming on his knees for a second before holding his arms open. âCâmon, itâs like a ghost hug. Doesnât hurt.â
Ritsu thought through the situation once more. He should be uncomfortable at the notion of body hopping, of rejecting his existence as a singular physical being and foregoing nature to possess another. However. He didnât have a stomach that could practice gymnastics at the moment.
What he did have were thoughts, including that he was curious what it was like from the other side and that he was certain of the banality of the alternative.
What the hell, he concluded before drifting forward, reaching out to grab hold of...something. Whatever he could find.
He hit a psychic wall briefly before it disappeared, but it was enough to throw off his momentum, tripping him into a tumble from tangerine into blackness. He fell, possibly for only moments, before something seemed to snap. Like running a finger along a switchboard, his senses reconnected, turning on one-by-one in such quick succession that he couldnât discern the order. One moment he was nothing, then the next he was on the ground with a phantom jolt, fabric rubbing his skin and air in his chest, until finally a projector slide of his room dropped in front of his eyes. He blinked, but the view stayed the same, solid and real, as if the last minutes hadnât happened.
His arms ached a touch, hanging out into space. His wrist felt weird, too; not painful, but certainly not right. Ritsu pulled his hands into his lap, holding his right wrist and rolling his hand in slow circles. His sleeves were off-white, his hands too pale, his vision unobstructed by bangsâall minutiae that added together into an experience that was slightly, unsettlingly off.
He swallowed and asked, âYou alright?â
Fuck, the timbre was all wrong.
A thought appeared in his head that sounded like Shou whispering, Wicked.
âYou say that every time.â
And you say that like itâs a bad thing.
Pressing his palms together, Ritsu bent his handsâShouâs handsâback and forth. âWhatâs up with your wrists? They feel...not great.â
I dunno, theyâre always like that. I thought it was normal, but yours arenât the same.
He hated that Shou knew what his wrists felt like. Thatâs such a weird statement. Back in possession of internal organs, they were able to resume their somersaults at his discomfort.
Ritsu pushed himself off the ground, standing to his full height. Shou was a bit shorter than him but without any obvious point of reference, he couldnât notice the difference. He tugged his cuffs into place over his wrists and ran a hand along an unfamiliar jaw. He didnât have time to ask himself how jaws could be unfamiliar before he stopped short at the sight of himselfâof his body. His breath caught with the sense of vertigo that washed over him, the very sense he knew he was missing earlier. He didnât even notice he had stepped closer until he crouched in front of it.
Wack, isnât it? Shou commented. All he had to go off of was the tone of Shouâs mental voice, but he could picture him reclining, arms pillowing his head. Ritsu didnât answer as he reached out to lift the bodyâs chin. It was like looking in a mirror, only...not. Not at all. His face looked pale, peaceful, like he was sleeping, but his head felt heavy in his hand. Like dead weight. A chill pricked at the back of his neck. Was he technically dead?
You gonna kiss or what?
âWhat?!â he yelped, Shouâs voice hitting the next octave as he shied back, throwing his hands out to catch himself before he hit the ground. Then, startled into action by his body falling over, he pushed forward to catch its shoulders, ramming one into his desk drawer. He cringed at how that was going to ache when he got back.
I donât blame ya, continued the voice in his head. How many opportunities do you get to kiss yourself?
His tightened his grip on his shirtâor his bodyâs shirtâhis original bodyâs shirtâto steady himself, frazzled from the brief adrenaline rush. âA lot, apparently! Youâve possessed me like, three times! And as far as I remember, you havenât made out with yourself at all!â
Iâm not, like, completely opposed to the idea, but theyâre kinda practically dead without us, yâknow? Thatâs just weird then, like kissing a corpse. Not my kink. And also you would be there, too, and it seemed awkward to just do that without asking, but like, how do you phrase that question to begin with. Wasn't worth the effort.
Ritsu scrunched his nose, growing more uncomfortable by the second. He wanted to change the subject. Without another topic in mind, though, he settled for ignoring Shou and wrapping his body in a telekinetic net. Hair swimming in the aura, it floated limp on the energy, rising a few feet off the ground. He directed it to his bed, standing as he watched it drift. He couldnât shake the vaguely somber atmosphere of it all.
It bounced on his mattress when he let go. Rolling it onto its side so he didnât have to look at his own face, he pulled the covers into place over it. Looked normal enough.
Dude, itâll be fine. Itâs only in a coma.
Ritsu took a breath. âMaybe, but itâs still uncomfortable toâŠ.â He fumbled his words, the knot in his stomach tightening. âTo...be on the outside.â
You donât have to keep staring at yourself, then.
Ritsu tore his eyes from his messy hair peeking over the blankets and nested his hands in Shouâs jacket pockets. âMorbid curiosity.â
Thatâs true. Youâre first out-of-body experience does something to your view of self. He trailed off for a moment. You alright to come along?
âAfter all that, now you ask me?â He gave his bed one last look before flicking off the lights. âCome on.â
Fuck yeah!
Stepping out onto his balcony, he turned his powers on himself as he slid the door closed. With a thought he was on the ground, walking down the street into town.
Shou made some kind of noise, one Ritsu couldnât decipher without the corresponding body language. You can fly us, yâknow. Or I can.
âYeah, rather not,â he said, trying to keep his voice low. There was no one around, but in the quiet night, unaccustomed to his voice, he was worried it would carry further than expected. âIt was tough enough to get used to our powers when you possessed me; Iâd guess itâs different in this configuration, too.â
I dunno, maybe! Gimme thatâ And like that, his right arm went cool. It wasnât the spiking numbness that he felt when thrown out of control before. He mightâve thought it merely a breezy evening if he wasnât wearing a long-sleeved jacket and also if his arm didnât move on its own. His hand reached up and snapped, sparking into existence a ruby-orange pulse that wove through his fingers and collected into a vibrating ball. He didnât realize he was pushed back until Shou said, âFeels the same to me, dude.â
Losing control wasnât nearly as drastic as before. It was like comparing getting misted with a spray bottle to being thrown into the ocean. He drifted in this vague awareness, pulled along for the ride as Shou continued walking. Their gait changed with the pilot, more pep peppered into their step.
Of course it feels the same, itâs your body, but Iâm new here, and I donât want to be flung into the air without being absolutely sure of our abilities.
âAlright, alright. You are the smart one. Next time.â Shou rolled the ball along his knuckles before flicking it into the air.
Ritsu caught it, watching aquamarine swirl into it as he rolled it in his palm. âAlways with the ânext timeâs,â he muttered. He hadnât meant to take over; he just fell to the front. After tossing the ball onto the sidewalk to see it firework on impact and fizzle out, he decided to voice his observations.
Yeah, I noticed that. I had to really focus on taking over to do it. Like not really focus, but more so than in your body. Maybe the possessor is the default designated driver.
âThat doesnât sound safe for the host.â
Well, what do you expect? Youâre pure energy right now; of course youâd get a leg up in mental tug oâ war.
âBut what about people without any powers? If they get possessed by an evil spirit...?â A chill ran down his spine. That couldâve been him not too long ago. âThey wouldnât have any say in anything.â
A hum buzzed between his ears. Thatâs what exorcists are for. But donât worry, dude, weâre good. I can always kick you out if you get too malevolent.
âThatâs reassuring.â It was said out of snark but it actually did help assuage his worry, knowing he and Shou had some defense against possession. It was better than most people could rely on.
As they neared downtown, the streets grew more populated. One person they passed gave him a brief look. It was probably because of Shouâs ostentatious hair, but it made Ritsu self-conscious of how he was walking along as an imposter. âSo are we just not going to talk this whole time?â he asked under his breath, pausing to let the next person to pass. âBecause the whole âtalking to yourself while wandering at nightâ thing isnât great for appearances.â
Itâs the technological age, Ritsu. Iâve got this. He noticed the shift this time, the gentle offsetting of his senses that pushed him to the passenger seat. Shou dug around in his pockets while Ritsu theorized why things felt different than the previous times (Because Iâm not completely rooted in the body? Iâm a visitor anyway?) until he snagged some headphones. âProblem solved!â he announced as he put them in. After a second, he plugged the jack into his phone to make it fully convincing. âEveryone talks to themself when on the phone.â
Thatâll work.
âThatâll work!â Unlocking his phone, Shou grinned as he opened the camera. The front camera was already defaulted, giving Ritsu a sudden look at his face: bright hair, brighter smile, and oh-so-dark eyes. Shou hesitated. âOh, shit.â
What? Quid pro quo, Shou. I got your eyes, you get mine.
âYeah, I know, as expected, butâŠ.â He brought his camera closer, his face getting an odd glow from the screenâs light. âI didnât think it would be this dramatic. I lookâŠ.â Grin faltering, he said, âEven with the ginger thing, I look real boring. I canât intimidate anyone like this. The piercing gaze is my thing, man, yâknow?â
Ritsu wouldâve smirked if he could. As a matter of fact, Shou, I do know.
âItâs just...weird.â Their head turned back and forth, watching the screen. Shou paused mid-stride in one position and snapped a picture. Blinking away the flash, he zoomed in on the image. âHey, youâve kinda got a bit of red in there, too,â he noted.
Technically, theyâre russet and amber.
âAmber, schmamber. Itâs red and itâs rad.â
I guess, but it only shows up in bright light. Itâs caused by patches of low melanin in the iris so that when light reflectsâ
âRitsu, I appreciate you and your trivia knowledge very much, but Iâm not gonna remember that. Itâs just hella sweet that youâve got red eyes with your anime-ass hair.â
Youâre one to talk. How much gel do you go through a week?
âTouchĂ©.â His phone returned to his pocket, but he didnât continue walking. Ritsu felt a touch of confusion before realizing they were waiting at a crosswalk. The light changed, letting Shou jog across the street and the remaining few blocks.
They saw the crowd before they saw the store itself, a line of people chattering excitedly amongst themselves. Shou jumped into place at the end and bounced from foot to foot. âBro, I am so pumped!â he gushed. The girl in front of him turned for a moment before noticing his headphones and returning to her DS.
The energy was infectious. Ritsu smiled, content. He didnât have a mouth with which to actually smile, but the intent was still there. Do you know which starter youâre going to pick? he asked. They had a while to wait. Plenty of time to converse.
âOh, I always go fire, man.â He settled into a stance, resting his weight on one leg and hooking a hand in his pocket, leaving the other to gesture in the air. âMy Cyndaquil back in the day? She was great. I called her Cyndi. Cyndi the Cyndaquil, âcause Cyndiâs âbout to kill. Loved her.â
But the first gym is usually rock- and/or ground-themed, and fire isnât effective against either. And since the water and grass gyms often follow soon after, a grass type would be the most logical for low levels.
âPshhh.â He waved his hand. âWho needs logic when you have love and chutzpah?â
Ritsu laughedâactually laughed; he felt their chest shaking, his own type of smile on their face, Shouâs voice mimicking his thoughts. DumbassâŠ, he muttered in their head.
Shou cleared his throat, reigning it back under control. âYou just have to work that much harder from the beginning. A challenge mode, if you will.â
Sure.
Shou rubbed his nose and leaned against the building they waited by, watching the occasional car come and go. After staying like that for a moment, Ritsu guessed he was listening in on the excited chatter of their companions. Ritsu would be fine with that, some eavesdropping and people-watching was a good pastime, but another idea came to him instead. Mentally, he tried to copy Shouâs pose: hand in jeans pockets, thumb hanging on belt loop, shoulders loose, head against wall, more weight on his left foot than right. Once he thought he had it right, he tried to add in physical feeling: pressure on his palm and thumb, rough brick digging into his back, headphones plugging his earsâuntil he felt the ground underfoot before he imagined it.
He blinked. It didnât take much at all to slip to the front. Was it natural for a bodiless entity to want to be corporeal? Or was he just that much more psychically versatile as a collection of energy? Or Shou just let him take over, but based on his silence, Ritsu doubted he had noticed. Whatever the case, it was mere conjecture for now; he put it to the side and instead listened to a nearby pair debate game strats.
Hey, Ritsu, if I were a PokĂ©mon, what typeâ hey, hold up. He heard a smile pitch up his voice. You sneaky bastard! When did youâ?!
âA couple minutes ago.â
The subsequent noises in his brain tugged a smirk to his lips. Oh! The betrayal! The deceit! To be taken advantage of like so! I thought you were my friend, Ritsu, but nay, to have my very flesh robbed from my grasp! The subterfuge! Iâm feeling so fuckinâ attacked right now!
âSo when you want to try something, itâs novel and exciting, but when I do it, itâs a crime against you personally. I see.â Ritsu rotated his wrist a few times before crossing his arms. âAnd I think itâs pretty obvious youâd be a fire-type, given both our conversation and your history.â
Jeez, dude, will you just let it go?
âMaybe fire and fighting.â
Well, you'd be a dark type on account of all this shade you're throwing!
âI'll accept that. They're pretty good.â
No argument? Just gonna take it?
âIt's accurate.â
He barked a laugh. You fuckinâ smartass, c'mere!
Ritsu felt a pressure in his head. Shou managed to snag his hand and flip him off before he wrangled it back, gripping his sleeve. He felt a prickling along the back of his neck from an aura; he wasnât sure if it was his or not. âNah, Iâve got the high ground here, Suzuki,â he said with a smirk, closing his eyes. âItâs gonna take a lot more than that.â
Fuckinâ try me, Kageyama!
He shifted his feet into a more stable stance, but outside of that, it was a game of mental Twister, trying to keep control. The smirk more or less remained throughout it all as Ritsu tried to stand his ground, his aura dancing on his skin as support. Shou managed to wrestle complete control only twice: The first, soon after the challenge was declared, when he fired up his powers to forcibly pull Ritsu back. Once Shou was able to feel the sharp headache that suddenly caused, though, he held back, and Ritsu was able to use his wincing and hiss of pain to tackle him from behind. The second, Ritsu had slipped up; Shou caught a foot and slid it forward, throwing Ritsu off-balance and stumbling out of his senses. Shou stepped in with a subtle victory fist pump before Ritsu was able to do the same thing right back.
The third time, Ritsu let him win. Alright, alright, he laughed, fine, take it.
Shou adjusted their smile to his own. âWell played, dude! Now thatâs what I call a mental workout! How much time did that kill?â He lit up his phone screen. 11:28 PM. He tch-ed. âNot enough.â
Ritsu relaxed, finally able to kick back and put his metaphorical feet up. Donât worry about it. Itâll go by quick enough.
Digging around in his pocket for a moment, Shou retrieved a compact stylus. âWhat should I draw?â he asked, opening an app.
I dunno.
âFat lotta help you are.â He thought for a moment before pulling the stylus out to pen length with his teeth. He opened a new canvas in the app and drew a handful of circles and ovals around the page. Ritsu watch, unsure if it was a bit he should laugh at, until Shou zoomed in on one and changed the brush color. The stylus sketched around the shape, occasionally adding crescent curves and spikes protruding from the rough outline, hatching the bottom to give it a spherical shape. In under a minute, he dotted a nose to finish a little hamster holding a strawberry.
Ritsu watched him finish another hamsterâthis one sleeping on its sideâbefore he said, I didnât know you sketched.
âSure you did.â He furrowed his brow and glanced upward, implying shooting a confused look Ritsuâs way, before moving to a third circle.
I mean, I knew you draw, but I imagined it was, like, setting aside an afternoon with a whole collection of pencils. I donât know, I guess I just didnât expect a bunch of round hamsters on your phone.
âIâll have you know, this oneâs a hedgehog,â he corrected, adding more quills. âAnd yeah, man, any drawing is practice. Quick shape studies and gestures are great for doodling on the go.â
Huh.
âWanna try?â
Huh?
âHere.â Shou panned the canvas back to his first hamster, drew another circle next to it, and held up the stylus. âJust try to draw it again.â
Ritsu hesitantly took the hand and pen, holding it for a second before sitting down at the helm. âI donât know how to draw.â
Just copy what you see.
He sighed, but he tapped the stylus on the screen anyway. A collection of dots appeared. He undid the inputs and tried to mimic what Shou had done, roughing out the outline to give the impression of fur. It was a bit of an uneven shape. Adding in the lumpy strawberry, round hands, and eyes that were too big, it did end up looking like an animal. Whether it was a hamster or not was up for debate. âHowâs that?â he asked reflexively, immediately regretting it.
Not bad, not bad! Itâs cute! Itâs shaped like a friend!
âDoesnât look much like a hamster. Like, I know itâs a simplified drawing, but yours is still recognizable.â
Maybe so, but you gotta start everything from somewhere, and itâs easier to modify an existing image than to keep fretting over it in your head. Plus thereâs more art in the world now because of it.
âWell, arenât you inspirational.â It was a nice thought, though. He handed the pen back, ducking once again into the passengerâs seat like stepping through morning mist. Maybe thatâs why your wrist feels odd, he pointed out to take the attention off of him. Maybe youâre not drawing right.
Shou panned to the next circle and said, âItâs just drawing. How is there a wrong way to draw?â
I donât know, like putting too much pressure on the tendons or the joints.
âItâs just drawing, though, not running a marathon. Itâs not like I can warm up before drawing.â
Are you sure about that?
He grumbled, drawing another hamster. âI guess notâŠ.â
Ritsu metaphorically shook his head. At least they found one beneficial use of possession: mediocre self-diagnosis.
The next half hour passed quickly. Shou filled in most of the circles with various small animals (and one smirking, blue-eyed Ritsu to torment his companion. Ritsu was indeed tormented. Heâd never feel right about that warped reflection of himself). He narrated as he went, describing how he was drawing shapes that looked like animals, not the animals themselves, how hatching and cross-hatching worked, and where to look to draw cleaner circles. Ritsu was fairly certain he was bullshitting a lot of it, but it was interesting to listen to nonetheless.
The rousing of the crowd caught their attention. The compartmentalized chattering became a wave of excitement as the doors opened, the closest barreling through immediately. Turning off his phone and retracting his stylus, Shou put both back in his pocket as he hopped into motion. âBroâ!â
Ritsu would've smiled. I know, man, just go.
Suddenly, he paused. He patted his sides. His face fell. âDude. I think I forgot my wallet.â
What? You just nowâ?! He groaned, his hopes crumbling. Leave it to Shou toâwait a second. No, you didn't, it's in your left pocket.
Shou's smirk was back before he finished his thought. âOh, so it is.â
You son of a bitch.
Ritsu's chastisement and warnings not to do that again (do you know how much I've been through tonight god damn it) only fueled the pep in his step. For being in the middle of a line of a hundred or two, they got in the store fairly quickly, soon wading through the crowd to one of the registers. âTwo, please!â he chirped. âOne of each.â
The cashier gave him a tired smile. âSorry, one per person tonight.â
Shou paused. âBut we're two.â
âUhâŠ?â
âSorry, sorry,â Ritsu jumped in, easily slipping by his stupefied friend. âI meant I was buying for two. Surely you know it's exam season, and I wouldn't dare let my little brother stay up so late before an important test, so he asked if I would go for both of us.â
âI know, it's crappy timing, but we didn't have a say on the release date. Nothing I can do.â
He put on his best pout, just taking a guess at how it looked on Shou's face. âIs there any way to at least get two keychains?â
She shook her head. âNo can do. We might have extras tomorrow, but I doubt it. Maybe ifâ uhâŠ. Kid, if you're trying to flip me off, first: don't shoot the messenger, and second: that's the wrong fingerâŠ.â
âWhat?â Ritsu raised his brow before he realized his hand was up, index finger pointing an orange aura into the air. Of course, she couldn't see the energy. He felt his hand catch something invisible and keychain-sized in a fist accompanied by a whispered, Gotcha!
Ritsu stuffed the prize in his pocket. âNo, sorry,â he lied, âI was going to try and make another point for my case but decided against it. I understand.â
âDon't worry, you'll have all the time in the world for midnight releases after college. Now, which game?â
Shou took over again, picking out and paying for his game. Ritsu sat back, his mental self-image sporting a dumbfounded expression. Why hadn't they realized that before. Of course they can't get two when they're in one body. What a rookie mistake.
As soon as he was outside and around the corner, Shou jumped and punched a fist into the air. He hung there a second longer than normal before touching down lightly to continue his walk. âNot the simplest way, but that was a success, my friend!â
I'll still have to come back tomorrow to buy my own copy, though.
âThat's fine, that's what you were planning to do anyway! Only nowââ he pulled out the little red and white bag from his pocket, âânow you got a limited edition collector's item, too!â
Well, don't keep us waiting. Which is it?
âI got it, man, I got it.â He dug through his shopping bag for the other, held the two together, then ripped off the tops simultaneously and upturned them into his palm. Ritsu caught a glimpse of orange and green before their eyes closed, squeezed shut from his wide grin, and he sung, âSweet~! Dibs on fire!â
The energy was contagious. Fine by me, he said. He'd smile if he could; fortunately, Shou had it covered enough for both of them.
He looked them over, tracing a thumb over the paintwork before again resting his hand in his pocket. âSo, where to next?â
Next? You're not going to go home and play through the night?
âI mean, I could, I really want to, but I can wait until tomorrow for you to get yours. But I mean, anything to do right now while out and about?â
He pictured a shrug. I don't know. I'm not usually out this late to know what there is to do.
âOh, my friend, you are getting the full tour, then. âSeasoning City by Night,â I call it. It's peaceful, it's dim, it's neon, and it's completely different from the town you thought you knew under the sun! What d'ya say?â
Ritsu thought a moment. He sure hoped his body was getting a full night's sleep without him.
Lead the way.
#Mob Psycho 100#MP100#Kageyama Ritsu#Suzuki Shou#MP100 fanfiction#Complementary#my writing#I spent two weeks writing these 17 pages#finished and posted it on a bus through Portugal on my phone#would not recommend doing that#especially with all these italics I had to redo because AO3 didn't pick up on them the first time#computer AO3 feels like a charm now as I'm going through and correcting all my phone's formatting errors
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EdWin one-shot: Bath time
Summary: Ed and Winry try to wash Den together... and of course it doesnât go like planned (Post Promised Day)
A/N: whelp, more than a month ago an anon asked me to write a fic about the prompt âStop being so attractive!â and now that I finally managed to write it, I went a liiittle overboard. Also yes, I know this has certain elements similar to âFuture is full of possibilitiesâ, but this is even fluffier (if thatâs even possible) version of how Ed and Winryâs relationship could start to progress.Â
Warnings: I donât think thereâs much to warn about this time, if you ignore Edâs dirty mind.Â
Genre: fluffy fluff
Words: 2661
âAlphonse?! What the hell are you doing?â the 15-year-old boy could hear his big brother yell somewhere nearby. He turned to look at the source of the voice, and saw Edward stomping towards him with an angry scowl on his face.
It had been raining for a few days in Resembool, but now that the sun was shining again, Al had immediately wanted to go out to smell the fresh air, feel the sun warm his already tanned skin and jump in the big puddles because he had missed the opportunity to do that for five whole years (it was one of those things that hadnât been as fun when he hadnât been able to feel it). Ed wasnât amused by his new habit, though, because he knew he was the one who had to clean the mess Al made (his shoes werenât 100 per cent waterproof, and his pants tended to get muddy as well because Al simply didnât care. He had his body back, so what if his pants got a bit dirty). According to Winry and Pinako, the younger Elric was still âtoo weak to do household choresâ, but Edward disagreed; he had seen his little brother racing with Den out on the fields like it was nothing the other day. Besides, he had already begged Ed to let him start practicing martial arts again (the protective big brother he was, Ed had forbidden it).
Edâs scowl deepened when he saw that Al had taken Den with him again; the dog was a pain to wash, because she seemed to hate water (the /clean/ water, to be more precise) more than any of the cats he had met on their journey did. Usually it took two people to make her stay in the bathtub more than two seconds. And of course Al, who couldnât say ânoâ to any animals, let Den go through each and every puddle she found. The white spot under her neck was far from white at this point, and the same had happened to her three white paws. Her automail was caked with mud, and Ed winced knowing that Winry would probably scold /him/ for it (âEd, why did you let Al take Den with him?â he could hear her voice say in his head) because she had been exceptionally nice to Al ever since the boys had returned to Resembool.
âAl?â Ed tried to get his brotherâs attention again. Despite being almost grown-up, the boy had a tremendous skill to find enjoyment in things that younger children usually did, and he was so excited about being able to feel and smell everything around him in the summery Resembool that he had already forgotten Ed had asked him anything.
âCanât you see? Just taking a walk in the sunshine!â Al finally answered to Edâs question as the older brother continued to glare at him.
âAnd getting yourself dirty,â Ed sighed, pointing at his shoes and pants. âYou do realize that /I/ have to clean that?â
âYou know I would help if Winry and Granny let me,â Al claimed, and Ed knew it was partially true. Al was generally speaking the more helpful one of the two brothers, but he was still an Elric; taking the full advantage of his brotherâs suffering.
âHmmph,â Ed huffed, and shook his head. âI will still tell Winry that you would take Den with you no matter what I say to you if she starts complaining about how dirty the dog is.â
âWhatever makes you happy, brother,â Al grinned.
Suddenly an idea started forming in his head. Ed and Winry had been insufferable ever since the boysâ return, not really knowing how to be around each other with their painfully obvious feelings, still unable to confess. Thatâs why they usually kept some distance from each other, but this, Al realized, was an opportunity to force them to communicate with each other. All they needed to do was to bath Den together, and maybe trying to hold the thrashing dog in its place, having their arms brushing each other, their hands accidentally touching, and so on, would finally open their tonguesâŠ
Al didnât dare to wish that his plan would actually work, but that didnât stop him from trying. Once the brothers got back to the yard of the Rockbell house, he told Ed to get Winry outside to help him with Den while he would fill the tub with water. The older brother mumbled something like âas if washing one dog required three peopleâ under his breath as he went. He still did what ordered, and soon he showed up with Winry, already arguing about Den with her.
âAnd why am I supposed to help you with the mess you made? I have work to do,â Winry snarled, her eyes shooting daggers towards Edward. The boy didnât understand that in reality Winryâs anger was only misplaced frustration over him treating her so coldly after his return, and he got annoyed for being accused of things he hadnât done.
âBecause you know Al canât do it alone! Heâs the one who walked Den, not me!â he argued back, already starting to feel like fighting the first person whoâd dare to look at him. âActually, you guys,â Al interrupted their argument, offering Denâs leash to Ed, âI think I just heard meowing on the backyardâŠThe neighborâs cat must have gotten lost again. I gotta make sure the kitty wonât get too close to Den, you know how she feels about cats. Iâll be right back!â
âOh no you wonât!â Ed yelled at Alâs back, but he was already running away, leaving the two frustrated teenagers alone.
âUgh⊠letâs do this then,â he finally gave up, knowing his brother well enough to know that he wouldnât be back in a while. âIâll hold Den, you wash her, ok?â
âFine.â
Since it was a warm day, Ed was only wearing a tank top and shorts, but he decided even the top would be too much when Den would be thrashing around and splashing water everywhere, so he threw it away. The dog started whining immediately when she realized what he was about to do, but she didnât have time to resist when Ed was already lifting her in the air and laying her down in the tub.
Meanwhile, Winry couldnât resist watching him do his movements, the muscles in his torso and his arms tightening and relaxing as he carried the dog and set it down. Suddenly the girl felt her cheeks starting to heat, and a strange, warm feeling that she didnât remember having often before formed in her belly. Fine, she admitted in her mind, maybe she had had that feeling once or twice when the same boy had been in front of him without a shirt having his automail checked. But those times she had shaken the feeling off quickly, knowing she couldnât have such thoughts about her patient. However, now she /didnât/ have to act professionally because she and Ed were simply two friends trying to wash a dog, and besides, she was fairly certain Ed had ogled her chest (covered only by her usual black tube top since it had been hot in her workshop) only a moment before.
Finally, the girl got a grip of her thoughts and turned her attention to Den. She was whimpering as Ed wrapped his arm around her neck to hold her still, trying to calm her down by petting her with his other hand and muttering to her quietly. Even though his voice was calm and surprisingly soft, Winry could hear him ask:
âYou idiot dog, why do you like mud so much when you hate getting washed?â
Winry had to resist a giggle because Edâs question was just so him. She crouched down to take care of Denâs paws, and thanks to Ed holding the dog, she managed to get them somewhat clean.
When it was time to clean Denâs automail, Winry realized she couldnât get it properly clean unless she got closer to it, and that meant getting wet. Thatâs why Ed volunteered getting into the tub, claiming that it would be fine since he was only wearing his shorts anyway. He got a small brush that Winry had taken with her from her hand and blushed slightly when their hands touched.
As Ed was polishing the metal, Winry got a chance to observe him again. The sight made her decide that she would be a dog person for the rest of her life; (even though she swore sheâd never say it aloud) the person she loved looked so damn adorable taking care of the dog who had now somewhat calmed down. He smiled as Den nudged his arm with her snout slightly, begging for more pets.
âSoon, girl, Iâm almost done!â he promised, and the dog gave him a happy yip as an answer.
Something snapped in Winryâs head as she watched the scene unfold, and she couldnât control her tongue anymore when the words âStop being so attractive!â came out of her mouth.
âWhat did you say?â Ed turned to stare at her with wide eyes. Winry covered her mouth with her hands and her face was as red as a tomato as she registered what she had said.
âI said⊠your automail⊠looks attractive?â
âThatâs not⊠what I heard. Besides, I donât think you can say that about automail anyway.â Even though the words were meant to be teasing, his voice sounded far more serious than what Winry would have expected from him. His gaze was intense, the kind that made butterflies fly in Winryâs stomach, as he asked:
âWinry⊠Is there any chance⊠that you might like me?â
âWhat?! WhyâŠ?â
She hesitated for a good while before finally deciding that maybe this was the chance she had been looking for.
âUm⊠You know, thereâs this one guy ⊠He is sometimes such an idiot, and a loudmouth, always picking up a fight, and blind to my feelings, but heâs also very sweet when he wants to be, and caring, and brave, and he would anything for those who are important to himâŠâ
ââŠAnd I truly admire that. His name is Edward Elric.â
It was quiet for a painfully long moment. Ed was so dumbfounded that he let go of Den and she jumped on his lap and out of the tub, making him fall on his back in the process. When he got up, he was wet from head to toe and he shook his hair like a dog shakes its fur to dry it. Winry couldnât help but giggle internally at this scene.
Den, having been forgotten by the two of them, had run to the door and started howling, so Granny would let her inside. The two youngsters were so distracted that they didnât even notice when Pinako opened the door to the dog, sighing: âOh well, of course those two didnât dry you properly. Well, come in then, itâs about time those two solve their issues.â She couldnât hear what was being said, but something about the way Ed and Winry were looking and pointing at each other told her that something important was about to happen. And she wasnât wrong:
âYes, of course I like you, you silly!â Winry finished her confession, again surprised by her own boldness.
âGood,â Ed said softly after he let Winryâs words sink in, âbecause that makes it equivalent exchange.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âExactly what you think I mean.â
âPlease, stop being so vague, Ed.â
âI. like. you. Winry Rockbell. There! Happy?!â He gestured towards her wildly with his hands.
Winry almost burst out laughing, because Ed looked so embarrassed, but then she realized she must have looked exactly the same way. What a bunch of losers the two of them were, was their mutual thought at that moment. This had to be fixed.
Thatâs why Winry took a hold of Edâs wrist and pulled the wet young man closer to her. She combed the wet hair from Edâs face, also removing his hair tie in the process, and the boy shivered as her fingers traveled through his wet locks.
âYou know, about that earlier⊠you are pretty attractive too,â Ed said and slowly wrapped his arms around her waist. Winry responded by letting her hands rest behind his neck, leaning her head against Edâs still wet shoulder (happily noting that Ed had grown tall enough that she was able to do that).
âI knew you were watching,â Winry murmured, her lips vibrating against Edâs skin and causing him to take a deep breath, but her voice held no anger.
âSorry, couldnât help it⊠I just said you are attractive.â
âHeh, thanks, I guess. Hey⊠why didnât you say anything earlier? About your feelings?â
âBecause sometimes Iâm much more better with actions than words?â
âReally? Prove it,â Winry challenged.
Ed decided to do just that, and he leaned in to give the girl a peck on her cheek. However, she moved her head slightly in that moment, and he hit the corner of her mouth instead. He quickly pulled his head away, trying to see her reaction, but to his surprise, it was encouraging.
âItâs OK, Ed, just do it.â
She looked at him expectantly, and finally, he pressed his lips against hers. Sure, it was awkward, and he used a tad too much pressure, and didnât really know how to move his mouth at first, but she helped him, making him less tense. After a while, it started feeling good, but then their lungs started demanding more air.
âHow did that feel?â Ed asked, worried he had done something wrong.
âI think I want to do that more with you,â Winry smiled at him, giving him another quick peck on his mouth before it was her turn to shiver. She realized only now that her clothes had gotten too, and that pulled her back to earth. Where had Den gone? she thought aloud.
âI think Granny must have taken her in⊠We would know if she had gone after Al,â Ed reasoned.
âYou are probably right,â Winry agreed, and took the towel that had originally been meant for Den from the chair near her and wrapped it around herself.
âUgh, I guess I should go and have a shower, that water was gross,â Ed noted, then raised his eyebrow suggestively. âI donât mind you watching, by the way.â
Winry knew Ed was only playing games with her. It had taken him so much courage to simply kiss her, so there was no way he was ready for anything else yet despite his words. That showed on his face, which screamed âdid I really just say that?â and was even redder than before. The young woman decided that two could play this game, and answered:
âYou know what, maybe one day I will join you.â
That left the young man hot and bothered as his mind traveled to an unwanted territory, so he just huffed and turned to go inside.
âRemember to dry your automail well!â Winry yelled after him.
âGearhead!â
âA gearhead you want to make out with!â
Ed didnât think he could have blushed harder than he did when he disappeared inside. He admitted in his mind that she was not wrong, though.
Al decided to show up at that moment, and he looked at Winry curiously.
âWhat did just happen here?â
âOh, nothing,â Winry smiled. âWe just washed Den like you asked.â
âYou sure?â
âYup.â
What had just happened was too intimate to be shared even with Al, one of her best friends. However, he did notice that from that moment on, Ed and Winry seemed a lot more comfortable around each other, shared some shy looks and even let their hands brush against each other from time to time. What happened when his eyes werenât seeing, though, was a whole different story.
#Pleaaaaase let me know what you think#edwin#my fics#edward elric#winry rockbell#fullmetal alchemist
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Middle of the night thoughts
What I realized was...itâs not my nickname that made me feel this bad... Actually it does make me feel bad...BUT not as much as getting rid of it...So perhaps my name will change some day...or maybe not. Iâm indeed sad and affected by the fact that I deleted my instagram after 4 years of working hard on building an audience...but said audience of 12k people were ghosts and mainly inactive towards anything I post. Not to whine...nothing like that, the world doesnât owe me anything...but I do not like wasting my time or speaking in the void. I do feel bad about the fact that some of my followers were following me and encouraging me since the very start and I will definitely be nostalgic for that part and for those amazing people. Hopefully theyâll find me elsewhere.
Iâve been realizing since about a year ago that whatever I tried, to change my style, to cosplay new things, to post some art, to join new networks that would touch more people who could be interested in what I do, I realized that in the end...itâs internet people. They are not friends, never will be. Iâm realistic, people follow/followed me for Levi. And anytime Iâd try to do something else as well, the difference in interaction was beyond bearable. Now I never wanted to stop cosplaying Levi, but this sort of situation sort of pushed me away from him. The last few times Iâve been him, I had absolutely no fun doing him.Â
I think also the cosplay community has changed alot in 4 years. Not only that but there is alot of SJWs now and itâs making the community toxic... Cosplay used to be fun. I will still be doing it on my own but low profile. I will post my pics as posts but if anyone wants to see all my pics they will have to go to my fb page as this is more of a closed space where I can easily deal with toxic people and donât really care as much if it produces absolutely no reaction.
Some will say...oh sheâs still in depression. Well no, actually Iâve been off antidepressants for two weeks... and withdrawal is very bad, like VERY VERY BAD, but I know I can make it. I know I can feel good and happy once I work on things that donât make me happy anymore. I always said: when cosplay will stop making me happy, I will stop.
Itâs not really the case. I love cosplaying...but I just donât like to do it for an audience anymore. Especially an audience that is 80% ghosts. Sometimes I wonder what steps I took that were wrong or what I couldâve done differently. Of course you compare yourself as a cosplayer and sometimes seeing people who would put about the same effort as you and started waaaay after you did or even some people who didnât put any effort at all get so much feedback on their stuff while I was sitting there wondering if what I did was worth sharing or not. Guess insecurity, anxiety and need for validation do that, but I wonât excuse myself for being how I am.
I stopped being excited about sharing photos (photography is one of my main passions so thatâs very bad)... And I started feeling like conventions didnât give me that feeling they used to. It started feeling fake and forced and...it started feeling like a competition all the time. Without even noticing I started comparing myself and finding flaws after flaws in my things...so much that I began to hate most of my cosplays.
As you know, all of this is expensive, itâs expensive to maintain and I tried really hard to keep it going because god knows I love to cosplay...I tried ko-fi, I tried patreon, I tried commissions, I tried tutorials, I tried plenty of things...but it simply didnât work. I know some people go ebegging all the time but frankly it gets on my nerves so I never intended on making people access my stuff for a price. I always loved seeing people smile and appreciate what I do. A simple thumbs up would make my day, but all these were gone after a while... While my wallet was getting emptier as I kept on going.
Iâll always love cosplay...but Iâll keep it for me. Iâll do it for me. Iâve been cleaning up the 40k pics I have of cosplays. And you know what? I know I did a good job. Thatâs all that matters. I donât need anyoneâs input on that because most of them are just pixels on a screen looking for easy and free entertainment (which is fine), but I expected too much. I didnât want people to lurk, I wanted people to interact. In the past few days I needed help, still do but Iâm done asking for any so donât bother... And out of the approximate 18k persons following me around all social networks iâm in...do you know who helped me? 3 people.
@kozumesenpaii My closest friend.Â
@angelica200555 One of my most faithful followers since a long long LONG time ago and an angel
And another person who just started following me.
I know...I know that the world owes me nothing. But youâd think after 4 years of doing this...someone would care enough to offer a 3$ ko-fi. But no.
Itâs fine, itâs totally fine Iâm not mad (anymore cause i have to admit I was mad when I was panicking about not getting a fucking paycheck this week)... But it did make me realize that....like Max says...itâs only internet people, they donât care.
It makes way more sense now. And Iâve accepted that. Iâm in peace with it. Yesterday was a revelation. I guess I needed something to kick my ass to actually finally make a move. Deleting my instagram made me sad...and once I saw ââpermanently deletedââ appear... I immediately cried for 15 minutes.... It took me so long to build this. Iâve loved this so much. But Iâve loved a dream, Iâve loved a bubble and itâs been burst for a while.
Now I will love it differently. I will love cosplay/anime/art and whatever else only for me. I will post but only if I want to.
I will maybe write more fanfics or one shots if I feel like it... I do feel confident about my writing in fanfics but I donât want to go around parading and promoting the shit out of it. Theyâre little hidden AO3 treasures that ereri and klance fans might stumble upon and fall in love with.
I will not censure myself either for the sake of having ââfollowersââ that might not like what I do... Iâm done living for people. Iâm still not sure about name changing my stuff because my youtube and facebook pages are still under hikarimitsuko and I am keeping these so donât you worry about that. I re-changed my tumblr and twitter back to hikari but if it makes me feel bad, iâll just find something else later on. I changed my twitch username without noticing u have to wait 60 days to change it again so if you are looking for hikarimitsuko on twitch...itâs actually ephemere87...for the next 60 days...lol...Iâll probably change it back to hika.
SO hum I guess I wanna say thank you to those who followed me so long and kept believing in me even when I was deep in depression. I know it wasnât always easy to read my posts because I have very negative phases towards myself...but I try to stay away as much as possible when it happens. Thanks to those who cared no matter what. Thanks to those who get genuinely worried about me. My final request would be : IF YOU ARE A GHOST FOLLOWER, PLEASE, unfollow me.
PS: For future references, I will be posting videos of ALL my cosplays on youtube eventually as compilations. Pretty sure Leviâs will last half an hour or longer lol...But anyways... I keep my youtube too for CMVs and such if the inspiration strikes.
Plan - without timeline:
-Deadpool and spidey skit (with max) - youtube
-Costest of Viktor Nikiforov (gotta style the wig) - on here and facebook
-Cosplay Keith Kogane (when I feel like it) - on here and facebook.
Thank you for these 4 years! Itâs not over.
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