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k0mmari · 8 months ago

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SYSTEM! SHEN YUAN PT.3

Too tired to do my obligations, but too stressed out to sleep, so here we find ourselves again.

This, once again, got horribly long- so long, in fact, I think this is the longest post in this 'trilogy'-, so I apologize in advance (╥ᆺ╥;) I also apologize for the lack of doodles, but dont worry! Im preparing a special one for later <33

After that night where SY offered Binghe an umbrella, things have certainly… changed. Unlike before, where SY spent most of his time mapping away at the ridiculously complex castle hallways and carefully marking away which times it was most likely for SY to be able to get close to Xin Mo, alongside doing his ‘servant’ duties of gathering dirty laundry and cleaning a room here and there, his routine had been suddenly adjusted; now, while he still needed to do everything he was doing before, his servant duties consisted of accompanying the chosen Wife Of The Day.

Or, well, that’s how one of the higher ranking staff had put it, that he was to attend to whatever wife Lord Luo decided to entertain for the day, but honestly, SY was starting to suspect that that had been a convoluted way for Binghe to have SY around whenever he wanted, which��. Was frankly quite worrying! To have the golden protagonist keep his eyes glued on his back almost every second they were in the same room, which - if SY looked back- usually led to Binghe looking away in a (bad) attempt to pretend he wasn’t glaring daggers at SY was more than enough for SY to think the Emperor was probably plotting his demise.

What else could it be? Specially with the way Binghe’s hand seemed to always be lightly tugging at the tassel on his hair every time SY caught him looking, he suspects Binghe had caught onto SY not actually being a servant, and instead that weird guy he saw before he fell into hell that one time. What if Binghe thought SY was somehow involved into the Abyss Incident?? Lord Luo, please have mercy on this servant!

Though, maybe the strangest part of it all, was that sometimes Binghe and SY would just… talk. Usually when the Wife Of The Day was doing something else (e.g. playing music for her husband, or practicing archery, or doing anything that didn’t involve LBH 100% at her side), Binghe would just start musing out loud about the strangest things. It started with questions that were all fair to ask, like ‘How come this servant is a human in the demon realm’, or ‘How come this servant has such short hair’ (SY bullshitted something about being a former slave) but eventually it shifted to questions that were a bit more… random. Or, well, not even questions, musings that Binghe muttered out loud but clearly wanted SY’s input.

It started with minimal things, like Binghe wondering about some type of monster he wanted to fight but he forgot how to do it without damaging the fur too much, which, after a minute of silence and a not-so-subtle look at SY, led to SY nerding out and saying not only the monsters weakness, but what could be done with every important part of the body. Though, the day after that SY realized how strange it was that Binghe was wondering that out loud, since he only fought that monster well into his time as an Emperor, and he swore he remembered one of the wives gushing about her new bracelet that was made from the rare bones of that creature just a few days ago…

Anyways, it continued with questions of similar nature: musings on how to kill a monster Binghe would have no problem killing, to what he should eat for dinner, to what gift should he get for Wife Of The Day. Of course, SY answered all the ‘questions’, and sometimes they even made it to having an actual conversation! Sure, it was a little stilted, SY could not figure out for the life of him why the great Lord Luo was interacting with a random servant, but one day it all finally clicked to him. Binghe had been in the middle of ‘musing’ about hair oils(??), when SY couldn’t help but interrupt him:

“Ah…. Apologies if this lowly servant is overstepping, My Lord, but does My Lord just want someone to talk to?”

A few emotions flashed through Binghe's face quickly enough for SY to not be able to decifer any of them, but eventually landing on a sheepish smile. "This Lord has been found out."

Oh, how cute! And how sad! SY had noticed when SQH was just showing him his shitty story how sad that LBH, even after getting the world to bow at his feet, never really had friendships. Sure, he still had all the love he could want, but sometimes people need friends to talk to, not lovers!

While he knew that he shouldn't interact with characters in world overlooked by the System unless they were transmigrators, SY couldn't help but feel that the situation was dire enough that LBH would turn to a no-name servant in this time of desperation. And it would be a great opportunity to study Xin Mo more closely as well! If SY showed LBH the wonders of friendship, maybe he could pass by his supervisor that he only had to do what was necessary for this world to not implode on itself.

Besides, who could even say no to such a handsome man such as LBH? Is as the old saying goes: what the protagonist wants, he shall have.

SY's friendship plan has been going great! After figuring out Binghe's intentions, it seems all of the protagonists reservations flew out the window, and SY was now responsible for being Binghe's personal retainer. Not that that meant too much, since Binghe liked to bend the rules to his liking, and some tasks that should be SY's responsability sometimes were pushed to another servant or Binghe himself made them (which, ???)

Mostly, SY stood at Binghe's side, served tea, was used so Binghe could bounce ideas off of someone, and tended to finer details. All of that very much manageable, if not for the weird mood swings LBH would have sometimes. Yuan, as he has told Binghe was his name after being too scared of the repercutions of using 'Shen', was to accompany him all the time, but sometimes not all the time, or else LBH would get moody; Yuan was to listen to LBH's ideas and plans, and should always comment back or else Binghe would feel neglected, but not too much or else, as LBH had put it, could 'bring back bad memories'; Yuan was to tend to LBH's night routine, even as far as to brush his hair, and if he refused LBH (again) get all moody, but he couldn't brush too much, and he had to do at least one braid but NEVER touch the old, frizzy braid that still had that damn tassle-

Honestly, it was a careful game of balance, which reminded SY more often than not of a child that got mad when their older sibling didn't quite understand the redundant rules they made for a make-believe. Any other person would get fed up, and probably scared of Binghe's constant mood swings, but SY had him all figured out, and his resilience proved to be useful time and time again, since most of the time after his sour mood passed, Binghe would come crawling back with the most pitiful face ever, and what was SY to do? As LBH's friend, it was his duty to hug him and pat his head! (And no one could judge him for that, since if he didn't pat Binghe's head, his mood would plummet all over again.)

Though... SY did feel kind of bad. He wouldn't be able to stay with Binghe forever, and would even need to potentially steal his all-powerful sword for a little bit so everything wouldn't get corrupted. Honestly, the only thing keeping SY from worrying about being labled as a traitor and potentially getting killed was that he would just go back to the System's office and go on with his life.

LBH, eventually, caught onto SY's plan on leaving - really, it was only a matter of time. After that fateful encounter with that other SQQ, LBH had found himself in rather pitiful state, questioning everything he knew until that moment and wondering why he couldn't achieve that happiness, and desperately trying to search for a SQQ of his own. He had contemplated going back to that first world, but what would it even matter? Even if he took SQQ by force, his heart would still be with that other LBH, and Binghe couldn't bear the thought that he wouldn't be everything in SQQ's world, as he had become for LBH.

Specially after Meng Mo had one day interupted his carefully crafted dream of an idelic world and pointed out some curious memories he'd almost forgotten about. That day, when back in his childhood, when he'd been beaten up by a buch of older kids and hallucinated a man in strange clothes before passing out and waking up protected from the rain. Or when he thought he'd lost his jade pendant forever, only to magically appear in the cabin later.

Or the strange man in the Immortal Alliance Conference.

After SQQ- SJ , that good-for-nothing scum- pushed him to the Abyss, he tried his best to never think about that day again, too scared by how weak he'd been, pleading to man that would sell his soul for one more night at that brothel of his if he could, but now... Now that he could mold his dreamscape any way he wanted, he could look back with a clear mind, which eventually led to the conclusion: It must have been the same person. The same strangely dressed man that helped him in his childhood somehow appeared at the Immortal Alliance again, and even had left provisions right next to where Binghe had fallen.

He'd convinced himself, after many, many years of wishing for a miracle, that he's simply imagined the man, one last thread to keep himself from going insane, but after meeting the other SQQ...

And then Yuan came in. A new servant that seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

It took some observation, and a lot preparing himself to face dissapointment that maybe he was just projecting, putting the image of someone else onto a random man, but that day, when LBH was wondering if he was just wasting time, that that beautiful dream of having his version of SQQ would not happen any time in this world, that maybe he really should just go look at other worlds; after all, if it happened once, it had to happen again, right? Not that it mattered in the end, since while he spireled, much to Xin Mo's pleasure, an umbrella was put over his head, and all his doubts had washed away.

Yuan had to be his version of SQQ, it had to be. And after all his effort of getting close to him, after going so far to keep Yuan at his side, even if he still battled with that his perception of SJ and the other SQQ sometimes overlapping with Yuan's image, even if he still wasn't ready to let go of that one braid, he was becoming more and more sure in his assumption that his SQQ had come to him. Everything was going as planned, and LBH was in track to finally begin to properly court him, and yet-

He was sure Yuan wanted to leave. He wasn't sure why, not how he would do that, maybe just dissapear like he had all those years ago and either only appear again 5, 10, 100 years in the future or go back to wherever he came from in the first place. But LBH knew Yuan wanted to leave, that he needed to complete whatever mission he had (after LBH managed to pry that out of his dreams, which where another source of confusion, with how absurdly difficult they were to even get a grasp of), and that, under any circumstances, he could let Yuan escape his sight.

Not again. Never again.

Binghe had become even stickier in the last few weeks. Not that SY minded, it was very cute to see such a different side from the cool, badass Lord Luo, but SY was running out of time. Since Binghe became stickier, his mood swings had worsened even more, now not wanting SY to be anywhere that Binghe wasn't, and Xin Mo seemed to be thriving off of whatever was making Binghe extra protective, though it was becoming a genuine problem now, since Binghe suddenly refused to see any of his wive's to deal with the Xin Mo problem, and he seemed to be on the verge of qi deviation at all times.

In fact, the only reason Binghe hadn't already qi deviated was because SY was abusing his Personal System and chipping away at the qi deviation in Binghe's night routine, since it was the only time where he was physically very close to Binghe and could spend long periods of time manually coding away at the System screen without it looking suspicious.

But, as if that wasn't enough of a problem, since Xin Mo was having the time of it's life recently, the virus clinging to the sword was also getting stronger, leaving even more residuals all along the castle and bordering on infecting Binghe himself.

His Scissors where thankfully, repaired, and his sweet, sweet manager was even kind enough to send him some extra energy supplies, but at the rate the virus was spreading, he was worrying that he would have to deal with the source as soon as possible or else it would become to strong to deal with it in a non-destructive way.

He... Didn't want to leave Binghe just yet, specially since he wanted SY's attention more than ever recently, but...

No, he needed to do this; their time together was never supposed to be eternal anyways, and if he let the virus spread, he would only be putting LBH's life in danger, and he couldn't continue living with himself after that. He decided he would fix the virus at night, while Binghe slept, and by the next morning he would be gone - he would have, after all, just enough energy to go back to the office.

He just hoped Binghe would be able to forgive him later.

When night came, and SY got to doing the usual night preparations, it just felt like an extra needle being stabbed in his heart when, while brushing Binghe's hair, Binghe looks back uncharacteristicly anxious, and asks if SY can undo the braid and remake it. SY does, and if Binghe notices SY takes extra long to pamper him that night, he says nothing.

When SY is sure Binghe is asleep, he sneaks out of his room and heads to back to Binghe's. Yeah, maybe he stalls a bit with snipping off every piece of the residual virus he came across, but one could argue he was just being extra thorough with his job.

The excuse, unfortunately, didn't last long and eventually he found himself in front of Binghe's room, staring at the door as if he was about to be sentenced to death. After a few minutes of reminding himself that he needed to do this, he took a deep breath and slowly opened the doors. Binghe usually slept with the sword perched right beside his bed, so SY would probably have to use the System and put Binghe in an extra deep sleep if he wanted to make sure the other didn't wake-

The moment he places a foot inside, though, he realizes something is wrong; the room is empty, Binghe is not asleep in his bed and Xin Mo is not besides the bed. Oh, oh no, had Binghe-

"A-Yuan." Binghe says, and SY nearly jumps as he turns around. There LBH stands in the middle of the hallway, not even in his sleeping robes, with a hand clutched tightly on Xin Mo's handle. His eyes are watery but no tears spill.

SY tries to speak but finds he doesn't even know what to say, he can't even try to deny that he's up to something, since his gigantic Scissors are just out an about. Still, he tries to make Binghe understand, say that he needs to do this, and after this Binghe won't have to worry about anything anymore. Though it barely seems like Binghe is listening, and eventually just cuts in when SY starts to say anything in his panic.

"This is what A-Yuan wants, right?" He asks, extending one arm and presenting the glitched out Xin Mo. SY doesn't even have the chance to find an excuse, as Binghe immediately continues. "Than take it."

"Wh- Huh?" "Take it."

He's so shocked he almost drops his Scissors. What does he mean 'take it'??? Binghe has to know everything that's at stake here! He doesn't even know what SY wants to do with it! He tries to say that, how Binghe shouldn't just hand the sword to anyone like that, but a sudden burst of energy set his priorities straight. Shit- The virus! It's growing by the second, at this point SY will have to cut Xin Mo-

"...Binghe, I-" "I don't care what A-Yuan wants with Xin Mo! Take it, use it, break it if you want, I don't care! But if A-Yuan takes it, than he will have to stay." "Binghe, that's not..." "Why not?! That's your goal, right? Do whatever it is that you want to do with Xin Mo? Than here you go, A-Yuan can do it, but I won't let you leave me again."

SY can't even mask when his eyes dart towards the tassle on Binghe's new braid. Binghe just clenched his jaw, but it feels like confirmation enough.

He adjusts his grip on the Scissors, and, as he has nothing else to hide, dispels the System's illusion, his simple clothes glitching out to reveal the System's uniform. Binghe's eyes fill even more with tears, but none fall."

"I... I'll have to go back, Binghe." "No." "Binghe, listen to me, I-" "No. No! A-Yuan will get Xin Mo, and then he will stay." "I-" "You will stay! I can't-" Binghe can't even finish his sentence before he has to choke out a sob.

The virus starts warping the air around it, and slowly crawling up Binghe's arm. SY's decision has practically been made for him. He lifts the Scissors. Binghe pushes Xin Mo forward.

"...I'll come back." "A-Yuan-" "I'll come back, Binghe." One single tear falls and his arm jerks, not knowing if he trusts SY's words or not. He still his arm as the Scissor blades encircle Xin Mo.

"A-Yuan..." "I'll come back, I promise." "..." "I promise."

"......Okay."

Shen Yuan cuts Xin Mo.

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ancientnapdragon · 3 months ago

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Continuation of This Post! Food Peak SY au yippee!

I'm still a lil like hmmmmm on names for stuff like... The actual Food Peak, SY's Shizun, and a few other things! If you have any suggestions feel free to slap 'em at me!!!

I have SO MANY tiny little scenes I wanna write or yap about for this au... i have this very vivid image of SY and SJ, like, hanging out somewhere in the bamboo forest of QJP. sitting on their asses, foot to foot, like making a 'cage' between their legs as they talk and roll a little wooden container back and forth to each other. then SY, all excited, grabs the container and gets all close to SJ and his eyes are all sparkly cause he's SO excited for SJ to try this new recipe he's been working on! and SJ, stunned by Sudden Teenage Feelings allows SY to feed him some of the shimmery, bright yellow stuff from the container. (It's modern ice cream! strawberry flavored! except it's actually made with some weird monster stuff to get the flavor right....) AH. it will be SO CUTE

ANYWAY. continuation of my ACTUAL timeline/rambling under the cut!

So, where we left off, SJ has a sword to SY's neck and is demanding answers like the paranoid mess he is. SY has no idea what this guy's problem is and is like ??? and tries to explain that he wanted him to have food? And SJ is just like ??? cause that is just bullshit? WHY would you just want to feed someone? For free? SJ knows that SY is just UP to something and he better tell him WHAT. And that blade looks VERY SHARP and also SY is pretty sure that this is the guy with the MURDER rumors. From how SJ is looking at him, he's not sure how he's not already dead tbh. the truth just seems to piss SJ more and more off so eventually SY just LIES and says he was testing his food on SJ. SJ seems really smug about getting the 'truth' out of SY but then demands to know WHAT about the food was tainted. so SY pulls out his ass that he's working on adjusting some of his Peak's recipes and needed someone else to try them. and he guesses that since SJ only took a little that all his stuff must be bad still! SJ kind of looks at him and then is like. 'well. you can keep 'testing' your food on me. but if it hurts me, i'll kill you.' and SY is like FINE FINE JUST TAKE THE SWORD AWAY FROM MY NECK PLEASE!!!

and so starts the most awkward 'friendship'. it's very tense at first but they eventually get a half system figured out. SY will make stuff and meet up with SJ and pass it over. then SJ will eat it and tell SY how shit it is and they both leave. SY even manages to keep up this routine, for the most part, when the old chef comes back. (I have this whole aside that Food Peak people usually aren't poked by each Peak's defense arrays since they tend to move around a lot between the Peaks. But more on that in some other post) It's very stilted and tense at first. SJ always glares at him while he eats. and he always eats every bite even if he talks about how it tastes bad. But SY also starts to notice things about SJ, too. Like how he only looks like he actually bathes maybe once a week, is usually roughed or bruised up, and always looks super tired. When going to meet up in Their Spot one evening, SY sees a group of like three guys who have cornered SJ and SJ looks SO mad. his sword is on the ground and he's being held so the other two can beat him up. SY is like TF and uses some of that Food Peak physical cultivation to punch the hell out of one of the guys and helps SJ run them off. So, SJ is like, Super Bullied. On top of all the rumors (which SY still doesn't realize are maybe... not the full truth), he usually sleeps in the woodshed, gets his shit kicked in by some of the older people on QJP, hardly ever eats aside from what SY brings him because they won't LET him eat or chase him away, ect ect ect. Like, just think of all the bad shit that LBH had happen to him in the OG. The cyclical nature of abuse and all that shit. Except SJ ALSO has to deal with the scorn of people from other Peaks because of all the rumors and the suspicious way he was even accepted into the Sect to start with. (SY learns this all over time but we're speeding up here some. This story wouldn't even until, like, after the events of the the OG story anyway when everyone are really complicated adults so I gotta SQUISH if i ever wanna actually get anywhere) This moment, though, is sorta what spurns a way for them to become ACTUAL friends. On top of the conflict of SJ just being bullied to fuck and back, there is also a lot of conflict between the other Future Peak Lords and SJ/SY's friendship with SJ. If Fate were kind, it could lead to an SJ with a lot less issues as an adult! Sadly for the story, I am a cruel god and will only allow him happiness after he suffers again. That moment with the Ice Cream details before the read more would be, i think, the moment that SJ like really LOOKED at SY and was like 'hm i have Romantic Interest. time to pine about it.' But it's planned to be a 'SJ fell first, SY fell harder' type deal. I imagine they'd be like maybe 17 or 18 around that point? So a few years to grow close! By that point, SJ will tell SY about how QJPL is planning on making SJ the new Head Disciple. but also he was going to change his name to 'Shen Jiu'. SY feels alarmed because of the 'Shen', but there isn't THAT much of a chance that they would be the Disciples to deal with the Ascension anyway and become Peak Lords in their own right. (SY would also be his Peak's HD by this point). Plus, SJ would NEVER be like the straight up evil guy he keeps finding more info about?? So he's super excited for SJ!!! But the only problem is that SJ's cultivation was really stunted and poor so he's not sure that his Shizun will actually give it to him. It goes on for a bit longer with SY fucking around, 'inventing' recipes and stuff, but his main goal is now shifted. He's gunna do everything in his power as a Food Cultivator to power boost SJ and help heal his Spirit Veins so he can be the new HD for QJP! During all this, the System gets a SUPER flash of inspiration (it was still there! Just more in the background!). It's the perfect way to add depth to SQQ as well as keep the plot of PIDW on track. While SY is planning on what he can make for SJ he gets a quest pop up called 'Master of the Fridge'.... >:)

OKAY all i got time for right now! reach out if you got any specific questions! i'd love to chat if you're down! :D

#scumcum #svsss #shen jiu #shen yuan #jiuyuan #food peak au

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occamstfs · 1 year ago

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Diet Diaries

Hi all! Thank you so much for 500 followers! Here's a little style switch up to celebrate, got a lotta refs in this one and I quite leaned into the diary entries so I hope it's not too much! Hope y'all enjoy this stereotype reversal and as always, best! -Occam

Monday March 21st-

Andy:

I am beyond sick of Steve. Moving in together was a mistake, I don’t care how cheap the rent is, he is a narcissistic slob and I am eager to never see him again. Well no, I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. Our R.A. had this idea to try and walk in each other's shoes, which I don’t know? It might not be the worst thing? My big idea was switching diets actually- honestly I’m just hoping if he ate more like me he’ll stop stinking up the dorm. I can dream at least. Literally though he just can’t go to the gym as often if he eats like me. If I'm lucky at the very least his deodorant will last longer, I cannot take another day of his b.o. seeping through the walls, ugh! Anyway, wish me luck! I’m sure this will be a breeze for me, he usually just eats junk anyway, hope he enjoys my salads~

Steve:

Andy that little fucker. He was being such a little bitch to James and now I’ve gotta eat his rabbit food for a week or lose this bet or whatever. Steve don’t lose tho. Lil twink’s gotta eat whatever I make him too and you can bet your ass I’m gonna make him match my macros if I’ve gotta starve myself like he wants. Fuck! This shit is going to absolutely tank my routine! I’ve gotta make Andy give up. I’m gonna go so hard on him he’ll have to hit weights if he doesn't want to blow up like a pig. Maybe then he’ll stop bitching any time I don’t fucking shower every time I get back home.

Tuesday March 22nd-

Andy:

My Lord! He is trying to kill me! I don’t know how anyone could consistently eat as much as he’s telling me to. I’m so bloated from all this food.. He looks so smug every time he tells me to keep eating, I’m sure he doesn’t eat like this. He’s just trying to break me but I’m not going to let him win this easy.

Ugh, I feel so bloated my pants are so tight on my waist. I didn’t think meat sweats were a thing but man I am needing to put on deodorant like twice a day now and I’m not even exercising. I will say that now that I’m eating so much, I don’t hate the idea of going to the gym. It’s been a while since I went but I should probably at least hit up the treadmill lest I get even more of a gut- maybe I’ll see if he wants to go tomorrow. This is all just an exercise to understand each other more after all, no need to make it a stupid competition like he wants eh~

Steve:

Fuck! I am so tired of Andy’s pussy-ass diet. I had absolutely no energy at the gym today, I told all my bros that I was just gonna take it easy but fuck! I really was working my ass off and I struggled to even meet a PR I set last week. It was supposed to be a push day and I didn’t even get a chest pump! Why the fuck am I still going. I’m abso-fucking-lutely not getting gains on his fuckin’ bitch-ass salads and oats.

Eatin’ like a fucking twink and the fucker has the nerve to ask to go to the gym with me tomorrow. I’ll make sure he regrets that >:) Gonna work him like a horse so he’ll throw in the towel! After feeling how sore actually working on yourself makes ya, he might actually learn something. I’ll turn in early so I can go all out and show him what a real man looks like.

Wednesday March 23rd-

Andrew:

Man! I totally get why Steven eats so much now~ I am absolutely raring to go and get this; He said I could go to the gym with him today! He even seemed like he wanted me to go with him! I feel like I have more energy than I’ve ever had before, I might even try some weights!! I don’t know but I’m so excited! It’s like I can feel my chest and biceps begging me to go and hit some iron haha! Or whatever those “bros” say~ I hope he’s got something good planned for lunch because I fuck Sorry! I just want to show him that I can do all this dude stuff too! I’m a man right? I guess all this protein is making me feel more like a man than usual idk. Either way though I’m ready to go! Hope we have some fun!

Steven:

That bitch’s fuckin’ fru fru salads are ruining my PR’s for sure! I bet he knew that when he begged me to take him to the gym today, knew it was the only time he could show off to me was when I’m so out of it. And he didn't! Just to be clear I could still wipe the floor with him even if I’m not at my A-game. Ugh, I do gotta hand it to the little fucker though. I KNOW he hasn’t even really set foot in a gym before but man. Beginners luck my ass, as soon as I showed him a technique he lifted like he’s been doing it his whole life! It’s like I could see his pecs and tris swelling up with each lift. Not that I was staring at the bitch or anything but he’s just I just need this fuckin’ diet thing to end so I can get back to my grind, I guess I wouldn’t hate taking him to the gym more often, would be hot to make a bitch into a bro Fuck! What am I writing, I just need to lift again.

Thursday March 24th-

Andrew:

Bro! Weird? Whatever, I am absolutely on fire! Steven’s diet is absolutely killer! I don’t know how it’s working so well but man I couldn’t care less, I felt like a pro in there! My coaches in school would always shit on me for not trying but man! I was barely trying yesterday but I could tell from the look on Steven’s face that I was acing it! I guess I’ll have to admit to him that he is definitely onto something with his macros but man, not until he gives up haha! Man, I need to chill haha, it’s not like I’m any stronger than I was Monday but man, looking at myself in the mirror it just seems like my clothes are just fitting better. Catching on my chest rather than my stomach y’know? I’ve never noticed that there is muscle on my arms before but man the way my sleeves are kinda hugging my biceps mm. I need to chill haha! Can’t use all my energy before hitting the gym again today!

OH! Also totally weird, I’ve had to shave twice this week! Once last night and then again this morning which is so weird! I’m not complaining though, it’s not like I wouldnt look hot with a beard right? Although my face is a little itchy already, my chest too? Whatever though haha! Time to head back to the grind lol!

Steven:

God!! Andy Andrew is being such an asshole! He’s clogging the sink shaving which I know he would so be on my ass if I had done that. Wait, he did get on my ass for shaving! But it hasn’t been a problem this week, it’s like I’m not even growing stubble for some reason? Probably from not working so hard at the gym, is that how that works? Whatever it’ll be over as soon as this stupid diet thing is. We’re halfway through now. Thank God! Because that fucking twink is starting to stink up the dorm which again!! He was such a little bitch all the time to me about that! It’s like he’s literally stopped using deodorant as soon as he started needing it! He’s never exerted himself in his life and now that his pits are sweating at all he’s suddenly allergic to hygiene, ugh! I saw last night too the fucker fell asleep with his head in his pit too so it’s not like he doesn’t know it.

It was a little surprising actually, cause I would’ve sworn he was hairless like one of those freak cats but man his pit was as thick as my pubes! Thicker maybe, uh? Man I wish I could get that image out of my head, it’s like the tuft was pushing out further each time he inhaled, man that’s kinda hot? Fuck! I swear this twink-ass diet is making me think like him too. I need to sneak to the gym later, without him. I cannot have him getting ahead even while I’m still on his chickenshit diet.

Friday March 25th-

Steven:

Ah!! That Little bitch! He was already at the gym when I got there! Ugh! It makes me want to punch a wall, or fight him. Or something I dont know! It’s just, he was lifting my body weight on the bench when he saw me, it was so ho ugh! It doesn’t matter what it was, I can’t stop thinking of that smug look on his face- what I would give to wipe it off… That absolute prick knew what he was doing. Ugh, speaking of pricks! He may as well have not been wearing shorts at all by how much his cock was showing through them.

I knew my meal prepping was fucking tight but man, I can’t believe hot its made him. It just really fucking turns me on, or no its such a turn on for chicks. Yeah. Whatever. I need this bet to end already. Clearly he’s totally obsessed with my lifestyle so he should just admit it already! Also, hate to say it, but to Andrew’s credit his diet ain't too bad either. I’d never tell him this, and it is all a little emasculating but my skin has never looked this good. I’m not even doing skincare or anything but it’s like I’ve been on a routine for years, it’s crazy! It’s still ruining my upper gains but man, my ass looks so good it's crazy..

Oh also re: facial hair, I woke up this morning and could’ve sworn I used to have chest hair but now it looks like I’ve got just a little left around my nipples and leading up from my pubes? I might go ahead and shave those too, might as well be totally smooth like a chick right haha, I wonder what Andrew would think? I need to chill haha, maybe I’ll go see if he’s still at the gym~

Andrew:

Fuuuuck dude lol. I should’ve started hitting up the gym ages ago. Don’t know what I was even wasting time on before I started doing twice-a-days? Studying I guess but I can figure that shit stuff out hm. Fuck it is so much better to be strong than a dweeb. Every set it feels like I’m just busting out new PR’s! Gonna need to buy new clothes though cause I am absolutely tearing up my crop tops, my twinky little wardrobe just isn’t cutting it anymore. Maybe Steven’d be down for a clothes swap, I’ve seen him eying up my fits all week, god knows he’ll fit them better lol. Oh haha, and speaking of him eying things up >:) You should’ve seen his little face blush when he walked into the gym this morning! He looked so pissed at me lol, but I’m not gonna grab him to come along every time I need to get some sets in right? It was pretty embarrassing for him yesterday anyway, the way I showed him up lol. I’m not just gonna sit around and watch him not lift weights when I can figure this shit out myself, thought it was supposed to be his thing though lol.

Mm, saying that though, I def didn’t hate having a little audience from his treadmill. God, his blushing face as he stared directly at my work-out chub. Fuck, it really got me going. It really helped my sets too haha. Maybe I should hit him up lol, I can tell how bad he wants me >:)

Saturday March 26th-

Stevie:

Ugh! That douche is walking around the dorm completely shirtless! Do you know what it’s like to have an oaf flexing away across the room from you 24/7! He knows what he’s doing, and thank god my dick isn’t showing through my shorts like I thought it usually does because he might literally pounce on me then-

Ugh! I didn’t even mention this morning. I literally woke up to him jacking off his morning wood! Do you know what a bitch-fit he would have thrown if I did that! He would’ve filed a police report, probably the dweeb, or. I guess I could too?? But it was just so fucking hot. I tried to pretend I was asleep, but he totally caught me. He literally smirked and made eye contact as he finished too- thank god he didn’t see my boner as he asked if I wanted to clean up his mess. He’s such an ass!

I still have a boner now actually, it’s his B.O. driving me actually crazy! It’s like I can’t think near him if he’s going to stink this bad god.. Oh, he’s doing pullups on the door frame fuck. He’s supposed to be hairless but I see sweat dripping from his pits god I can't. God with each pull up his chest looks even more powerful. His cock is bobbing up and down in his pants and I can not look away. Fuck it’s getting even bigger. I’m supposed to be the strong one right? It’s not, fuck. This isn’t right. He just so fucking, god that body, I need him-

And Drew:

Heh. I knew that fucking twink couldn’t resist me. Every little thing I do wraps him even tighter around my finger. Every flex and smirk turns him on even more I bet he can’t even think straight the way his little dick is losing it in his briefs- I took all his jocks since I’m sure he would need them anymore. Bet the little bitch didn’t even remember they were his.

Might as well have been drooling when he saw me jacking my cock this morning lol, surprised he didn’t take me up on the offer to lick up the mess. I know he wanted to lol. He’ll get the chance soon enough though >:) God it’s a two-way street though. That fucking twink is so fuckable now, thank god he doesn’t need to shave anymore, don’t want his peachfuzz scratching my cock cause god that mouth is so fuckable now.. To say nothing of his fucking juicy ass, god! I’ve been working out in the room all morning waiting for him to give in and ask me to fuck him, idk if I can hold it in much longer. I might need to jack it again, my balls are bluer than I ever thought they could be, fuck. It’s like they're sore. Ugh I feel them getting heavier, heh, that little fucker cant resist though. God I feel precum starting to pool in my jock. If I put my pit within a foot of his face I give him five before he can’t help but shove his face in. I need to fuck him, but as if I’m going to let him see how desperate I am. Stevie that little fucker. He’ll be riding my cock any second now.

Sunday March 27th-

Stevie:

Fuck <3 !! He finally fucked me!! God, it was like nothing I’ve experienced before~ His cock was like a beer can and goddd the scratch of his beard as we were making out.. Hehe if I keep thinking about him I might just cum again right now! He can fully toss my body like a ragdoll and I’d thank him ugh! He’s just so hot, and to think he wants to fuck me!! Ah~ I’ll need to keep myself pretty so he won’t get tired of me hehe! Not that it’ll be a problem, I just need to keep on his diet, God who knew it would be this good! I don’t even remember whatever problems we had before all this and I can’t imagine anything better than getting fucked by him <3 Ah! He he~ He’s staring at my ass right now so I guess it’s time for another round! Can’t thank our R.A. enough for this idea, well he he I’ve got an idea for how to thank him, oh! Drew’s ripped off his jock! Wish me luck he he~

Drew:

My little bitch is so tight, fuck. I’m surprised he can even take my cock but god can he ride it. Gonna have a hard time taking a break from fucking him to even hit the gym. Need to make sure the twink keeps up the diet tho or we’ll have an issue. Be sure to make him come to the gym whenever I do, if not to tighten up then to watch me heh. Won’t hate fucking him in the locker room too. Mm, God his fucking tiny body makes me feel so powerful. And I fucking am. God my bis are the size of his thick thighs, fuck his ass. My cock is straining my jock just thinking about it. His tiny waist ugh, I need my sweaty body over him now. Not like he’ll mind, the horny fucker. Mmm hope he’s ready to take my cock, bet his mouth is already watering heh. Pop my pecs at him and he’ll struggle not to cum on the spot, he better keep it together until I let him though. Can’t be having my bitch blow his load that fast. Thank fuck he’s chilled out finally, though I guess my cock’ll work wonders on anyone >:) speaking of it’s about that time again. Hope he’s ready for some more action, hate to have to find another hole.

#male tf #mental change #masculinization #twinkification #jockification #straight to gay

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arbitrarykiwi · 2 months ago

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Proper Apology

Sub!Nam-gyu x Fem!Reader smut one-shot

Summary: after he comes home way past when he said he would, phone dead and not answering your messages- you make him apologize to you properly

Warnings: smut (18+) , oral (f receiving) , sub!namgyu , switch!namgyu (?maybe a lil at the end) , dirty talk, hair pulling , face riding , cum eating , prolly more - read at your own risk

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“No, seriously, ‘Gyu.. I’m fucking pissed…” you say, dodging his hand that was outstretched to try and catch your wrist.

“I said I’m sorry!” Nam-gyu’s voice is nearly a whine, pleading with you to even look at him. He sat on the edge of your bed, wide eyed and anxious as you moved around the room and got ready for bed. You were already in your pajamas (literally just one of his old shirts) but you hadn’t finished your routine because you were up waiting for him!!!

“Okay… and?” You scoff, he cringes at your tone- he really is getting nowhere with this whole apology thing. “you said you’re sorry the previous three times you’ve stayed out till fucking four in the morning!!” You say, whipping around from your vanity to finally face him.

“I’m grown. I don’t have a curfew.” He responds, voice now taking on an annoyed tone. The words fall from his lips before he is even realizes it and as soon as he hears his own voice, hears the words he said- He’s shrinking down- he knows this isn’t what your anger’s about.

“Oh grow the fuck up Nam-Gyu!” He would never tell you but his full name coming from your mouth makes him want to fucking vomit. It was always a pet name or ‘Gyu’. If he wasn’t so enamored with you and focused on making you not mad at him he would have scolded himself for even caring that you were upset.

“You know this isn’t about you staying out late! It’s about you not updating me on where you’re going, not charging your phone while you’re out, and fucking off with some random people.” You say, striding over to where he sits on the edge of your bed.

He looks like a kicked kitten as you stand in front of him, looking up at you with wide, pleading eyes. Nam-gyu used to not give a single fuck about someone who was mad at him. He lived for himself and for no one else.

That was until he met you.

He knows he fucked up and now a feeling blooms inside of him that’s screaming at him to make it up to you in anyway possible. He doesn’t want you mad at him. He can’t have you mad at him

“I can’t get a hold of you, I don’t know where you are, and then you show up here fucked up, high and drunk, When for 4 fucking hours I’m worried about if you got mugged or killed.” As you speak, your words begin to waver, the anxiety of not knowing where he was for hours and the relief of having him home safe is making a whirlwind of emotions crash over you in an overwhelming way. “You don’t exactly hang with the best and safest crowd.”

He huffs, you’re completely right. The people he often finds himself with were not good people. He most certainly was not safe with them and can see why you’d worry…. but he can take care of himself!

“And you just come back, acting like it doesn’t matter when I’ve told you time and time again that I don’t care what you do if you just let me know you’re okay.”

Nam-gyu reaches out, grabbing one of your hands loosely in his as if he’s scared you’ll retaliate at any sort of touch from him. You look down at him with anger still etched in your features but it really is hard to keep a glare on your face when he’s looking up at you like this…like a small kid getting scolded.

“I won’t do it again…” He murmurs, thumb brushing over the back of your hand in soft circles. “You said that the last three times we’ve had this conversation” You respond flatly, frown still etched deeply into your face.

He’s sucking in a deep breath, eyes darting around your room anxiously as he thinks about what to do. Soon his dark eyes return to fixate on you. “Do I need to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness for you to forgive me or something??”

You scoff, and rolling your eyes. Yanking your hand out of his, you cross your arms, thinking he’s trying to be a smartass yet again. “You know what?” You say with a sardonic laugh, “Yeah.” You seethe, “You’d have to get on your knees and bed me.” You spit out, expecting him to do anything but that.

He moves quick, sliding off the edge of the bed and hitting the wood floor of your room knees first. A dull ‘thud’ echo’s through your room, it’s loud enough that it makes you cringe at how hard his knees hit the floor.

Nam-gyu looks up at you, chin tilted upwards as his hands once again find yours, intertwining his fingers with your smaller ones. “C’mon….please…” He whines, leaning forward to rest his chin on your stomach. “I’m really sorry…” he continues, turning to nuzzle his cheek into your abdomen.

Your heart is in your throat. The image of him on his knees nuzzling into you like your acceptance of his apology is the only thing that could keep him alive is making your mind swim.

“I can make it up to you…” dark eyes flick up at you, his face squished against your stomach.

Nam-gyu’s voice snaps you out of a trance you didn’t even realize you were in. He releases your hands from his. Large palms splay themselves on your thighs, the metal of his rings biting into your skin. His hands travel upwards, bunching up the baggy fabric of the t-shirt you wore as they go.

“I’m really sorry y’know…” he leans in and places a kiss on your lower stomach as it’s revealed to him. His hands spread themselves out- palms resting on your stomach while his fingertips wrapped over to your waist. He pauses for a moment, fingers dancing along the skin with feather light touches. “…I know you jus’ worry about me…”

Lips trail along your hip bones as he looks up at you, easy pleading. Your words are caught in your throat, yes…you’re so fucking pissed at him, but something blooms deep within you when you see your boyfriend on his knees before you, looking like a needy puppy.

When Nam-Gyu catches that you’ve paused, that your hand is hovering over his head to thread through his hair like you always do when he gives you head, he thinks he’s won. He’s out of the woodworks; you’ve forgotten you’re mad. His lips trail lower, kissing over your pubic bone and making their way to where he assumed he would get easy forgiveness.

Maybe if Nam-Gyu wasn’t a little shit at heart and if he could hide the shit eating grin that spreads across his face- he would have been in the clear.

But the second his grin becomes visible to you, the moment his nails bite into the skin of your hips like he knows he has some dominance in this situation- you’re mad once again. He’s caused you so much worry!!! Not just tonight, this had been an on going issue!!

The hand that was hovering over his head, does grab his hair like he imagined you would, but he didn’t expect you to pull him away.

You hand twists into his dark locks, gripping hard as you yank his head back, forcing him away from your body. When you do, you’re graced with a choked gasp coming from Nam-gyu’s mouth. His lips, wet with his own spit from kissing along your hips, are parted slightly.

He looks up at you, eyebrows upturned and lips curled into a sorry excuse of a snarl. “You really are pathetic if you think you’re gonna get away with this just by eating me out.”

A feeling that Nam-gyu has never felt before comes over him like a suffocating vice, tightening his chest and ripping his breath from his lungs.

‘Pathetic’

Yeah…he figured he could be called that right about now. On his knees, hair fisted into his hair and keeping his head pulled back despite how he fights. He never imagined that word would come from your mouth…and he aimed at him. And the fact that it is…he likes it. Not to mention the anger in your eyes that’s hazed over by a lust, it’s making his cock jump against his boxers and jeans. Oh….he really likes it.

“C’mon, I can just-“ Nam-gyu attempts to get out but you pull his hair, yanking his neck back, his words falling into a hiccuped whine.

“Call me mistress.” The words feel foreign coming out of your mouth but you glare down at him, and keep the charade going. Your hand tightens its grip that it has on his hair, yanking his head back.

Nam-gyu lets out a whimper, looking at your cunt as he’s pulled away like some treasure he longs to uncover. It’s takes him a moment to register what you said, what you’re requesting, but when he does..His eyes move up to lock with yours, the pout he had on his face twisting into a wicked grin.

Tilting his head the best he could with how hard you were holding his hair, he cocks an eyebrow and smirks, “You gonna forgive me?” He muses, almost in a playful tone as he begins to fight your hand that holds him still.

Pulling him back with one more harsh tug, he stills, a sharp breath falling from his lips. The sound is somewhat of a moan and squeak- adorable really. But it’s never a sound you heard come from your boyfriend.

Nam-gyu seems to realize the noise he made, becoming painfully aware of how turned on he is. He tries to hide it, eyebrows furrowing as he looks up at you. His dark eyes are narrowed and he’s scowling, you’d think he hates this…but the very visible outline of his erect cock in his jeans gives him away.

“You gonna fucking listen to directions for once?” Your voice takes on a domineering tone, like you’re scolding a puppy. As your fingers tighten into a fist within his long hair his eyes roll back and flutter shut, dark lashes fanning his flushed cheeks.

Nam-Gyu lets out a shuddering breath, his cock is so hard it’s starting to hurt. He’s never seen this dominant side of you before and it’s a something he welcomes with open arms. With every harsh tug or scolding word that falls from your mouth, the wet spot on his boxers becomes larger. It’s pathetic really, you haven’t even touched him and all you have been doing is reprimanding him like some dog- and here he is…aching, throbbing, for more.

You carefully pick up one foot, bringing it up and placing it down on one of his shoulders. The second your sopping cunt is inline with his eyes, Nam-gyu is fighting against your hand once again, tongue lolled out and awaiting.

“Answer me.” You seethe, jerking his head side to side. Nam-gyu sucks in a shuddering breath, “Yes m-mistress.”

The term comes out awkwardly, like he’s stumbling over it. But the way it rolls off his tongue, in a soft plea- almost a whimper- fuck it sounds so good.

“Good.” You spit out, “keep your tongue out and your hands off yourself.”

Your terse tone does things to Nam-Gyu, his cock pulsating. He wants to argue, it’s fucked up! You know more often than not he loves to jerk off while eating you out.

“Are you-“

He wants to say ‘are you serious!?’ Because this seems like way too much of a punishment. Nam-Gyu is cut off by you raising a threatening eyebrow, like you’re begging for him to test you right now. His lips close, a start of his submission. They part once again when he lolls his tongue out, his eyebrows furrowed and his eye glaring at you.

You scoff, slowly dragging his head back towards your cunt. When the tip of his tongue is ghosting over your pussy, you drag his head up and down, nice n’ slow, running his tongue in a stripe up your pussy, before pulling him away once again.

When he gets his first real taste of your cunt, his eyes are rolling back and he’s sucking his tongue back into his mouth and humming at the taste. He quickly opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, wide and flat- awaiting in the way just like you asked.

“Hmm…seee…” you hum out mockingly, “you can listen.”

Nam-gyu wants so badly to touch himself, at least release his cock from his pants and boxers because fuck, he’s so hard it hurts.

You bring him back your cunt, this time finally pushing his face into your sopping folds. It’s pathetic how quickly Nam-Gyu begins to devour your cunt. His tongue is lathing over each fold, swallowing down mouthful after mouthful of your sweet, syrupy wetness. You can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut and kick your head back towards the ceiling.

He keeps to his obedience, keeping his tongue out as you rock your hips back and forth. Completely using him. When your eyes flutter open, and you lazily roll your head to look down, Nam-gyu looks up at you through thick lashes, nose bumping against your pubic bone. His eyebrows are upturned in a needy expression, like he can’t get enough of the feeling of your soft cunt running over his tongue.

“Y-you look soo good like this..” you’re panting out before you can even register the words. Grinding down further onto his face, Nam-Gyu is whining against you at your praise and being brought closer to your sweet cunt.

Wrapping his plump lips around your throbbing clit, he assaults it with his tongue. Lifting one hand he’s circling your quivering entrance with two fingers, pushing them with so much ease due to his mess he’s made between your thighs. You want to scold him, tell him off for touching you and doing what he wants when this was supposed to be his punishment- but he’s immediately curling his fingers to hit that spot that makes you see stars.

“Squeezing my f-fingers so tight…feel good?” Nam-gyu murmurs, words vibrating against your clit, each syllable sending electricity up your spine. His voice is so creaky; whiny and high pitched in a tone that just urges more globs of creamy arousal to be pushed out of your quivering pussy each time his fingers push into you. He’s speaking to you like he needs to hear your approval.

You smirk, only slightly before sucking in a shaky breath and frowning down at him, mockingly. “You c-can do better.”

It’s a quick switch that’s flipped, Nam-Gyu gasps into your pussy, you’re sure you can see tears begin to well in his eyes, his eyebrows knit together as if he’s trying to concentrate harder. One hand in your quivering cunt, the other gripping harder at the flesh of your ass, he works relentlessly.

He’s mumbling praises of how sweet you are, fingers rubbing against your walls like he knows every inch- and he does. He’s prodding his fingers violently against your g-spot and chuckling lowly as you begin to jolt and writhe harder above him.

“D-doing so fuckin good, baby.”

The praise that fall from your lips seems to awaken a slumbering beast within him. His eyes flutter open, dilated pupils fixed directly up at you. Nam-Gyu nods, smearing your cunt up and down his face. He pulls his fingers from your walls, hands finding your ass and grabbing, pulling you down against him, beginning to rock your hips against his face.

Obscene, wet sounds fill your ears as Nam-gyu’s tongue licks at your cunt. Your head is tipped back to the ceiling, choked sobs rip themselves from your throat every time his tongue fucks itself into your gooey walls. When you begin to move your hips on your own Nam-Gyu swears he could start crying. This was complete heaven.

“Mmph…f-fuck keep riding my face, m-mistress.” His voice is muffled by your puffy cunt. When your head falls back forward to look down at him you’re graced with a picturesque view. Nam-Gyu looks up at you wide-eyed and eager, making a show of opening his mouth wide with every suck of your cunt so you get the perfect view of your creamy arousal pour into the back of his throat.

His face is coated, he’s made a complete fucking mess of himself. The grey shirt he had on is completely soaked to a darker color. He shifts, nose rubbing against your pubic bone as he licks impossibly deeper into you. And how can you deny him when he’s looking up at you with big eyes, like a desperate puppy trying to get a treat he’s been dying for.

Your fingernails scratch at his scalp, brushing more of his hair back and out of his face before your fingers tighten back into a fist and tug- pressing him impossibly deeper into your cunt. As you do, you watch as his eyes flutter shut and his dark lashes fan over his flushed cheeks. He whines into your pussy, the sound garbled by his lewd slurps as he drinks down every drop of your arousal he possibly can.

“O-oh fuck! ‘Gyu k-keep going! J-jus’ like that” You pant out, hand in his hair pushing him deeper into your cunt. You’re moving him around messily, grinding your clit against his nose as his tongue works its way around your walls. You try to keep up the dominant and angry act, you really do, but Nam-Gyu has always been skilled with his tongue and with this angle…oh, you’re coming undone quick.

He’s nodding into your pussy, muffled ‘mhm! Mhm!’s reverberate off your cunt. “F-uhhccckk p-please, w-wanna taste it so bad.” Nam-gyu practically sobs into you, desperate and wanting. His hands come up to your ass, gripping the flesh hard and rocking you even more vigorously against his face, smearing your wetness all over his face as if your pussy itself is the fountain of youth.

Moans are ripped from your lungs, despite how much you try to hold them in- he’s just too good. With his tongue splayed wide he’s licking up and down the entirety of your cunt before he’s circling the deft, pink digit around your clit. “Please, f-fuck need it bad.” Nam-gyu whines, nuzzling himself into your cunt and wrapping his lips around your throbbing clit.

His face, already messy with your arousal, is becoming even wetter, sliding against your cunt and inner thighs with ease. You throw your head back, the warmth in your lower stomach reaching a crescendo, blooming deep within your cunt and being coaxed out of you with each devious suck of your clit.

“Fuck! Nam-gyu!!” With a final cry of his name you’re cumming. It washes over your whole body and rips a breathless cry from deep within your lungs. Youre left creaming on his face and in an instant he’s moving lower, mouth entrapping your gushing hole to get every last drop he can- he’s practically sucking it from you.

His nose bumps against your clit, riding you through your orgasm in a way that makes you think you’re gonna pass out. It’s so intense and he just keeps licking you through it, swallowing down your cum with loud gulps and slurps that only add to the whole experience.

“F-uck!shit!fuck! D-don’t fucking stop.” Garbled explicitives and pleas leave your mouth as you’re nearly hunched over him, your hand in his hair moving to the back of his head, holding him in place as you finish out your high.

And he just takes it, mouth relentless, drinking down every bit of your creamy release he can.

Eventually, it becomes too much, his needy tongue licking at your insides starts making your body jolt against him, and with your current position- one leg propped up on his shoulder it’s hard to keep yourself upright and steady.

You’re pulling his head away with a choked half-sob, half-laugh leg falling back to the floor to keep yourself balanced. When you tip your head back down to look at him, he’s a mess to put it simply.

His hair is stuck up in every direction possible, face completely smeared with your cum and arousal. The shirt he wore looks like he took a swim, nearly completely soaked through, a much darker color than what it was when he came home. And his jeans, still tented up but now sporting a similar wet dark spot.

“Did you-“

You’re cut off when he scoots himself back so his back’s against the bed and pulls you with him. Caught off guard, you fall over clumsily, hands planting on the bed. Bent over the bed, Nam-Gyu is under you, hands splaying themselves on your inner thighs. His thumbs pry apart your sensitive, puffy folds.

“Yes.” He says simply, lifting his head up to suck at your clit in a quick movement before pulling back, laughing at how your body jolts violently with overstimulation.

“You had your moment. Made your point.” He says, very obviously not having learned any sort lesson. “M’sorry.” You can practically hear the smirk in his voice. The submission he was just showing you long gone as he stares up to your raw pussy, dripping thick strings of arousal down to his face.

“But I think I found my new favorite position to eat you out in so….sit the fuck back down. I had a rough day.”

hehehehe 😈😈😈 I hope you guys enjoyed this- it kinda came out of nowhere. I had a couple requests for sub!namgyu but nothing like this so I wanted to save those specific asks for later smut fics!!

Thank you guys for all the love!!! Let me know what yew think!! - <3 wiwi

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staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty · 8 months ago

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My understandings of what Primarchs are currently alive and dead, what their status' are: Loyalists: Leman Russ: Running butt ass naked in the Warp, if the armour if any indication. Probably a Wulfen and horribly mutated like Corvus. Possibly could be fine. Chances very slim for him not be a mutated wolf thing with viking braids. Anyway his sons are mildly disturbed by the armour they keep finding Lion: Alive and pissed. Commits so many war crimes behind Guilliman's back. May or may not be making it his personal goal to give Guilliman as many grey hairs as possible. Roboute Guilliman: Stressed and thinks humans can't rule themselves. Asshole. Needs a break and to actually spend time with humans and actually thinking about the fact it's been ten thousand fucking years. That's impressive for an empire. Corvus Corax: Fucked up bird man in the warp. Probably learning that feathers suck to get blood out of and questioning how the fuck his white winged brother kept his feathers so fucking clean even though said brother routinely caused blood baths in life. Has probably pecked someone to death. Vulkan: Probably alive. Somewhere. Might actually be in a volcano somewhere. His death goes against his lore so who knows what the fuck is going on here. Jaghatai Khan: Also in the warp, has no idea where the fuck he is and isn't stopping for directions. Honestly he's actually existed the warp couple of times he was going so fucking fast. Probably also slowly getting mutated. Might be fine though. Probably passed a naked Leman a couple of times and is really confused by the fucked up bird thing calling itself Corvus. Rogal Dorn: Could be dead, could have a sick ass prosthetic hand. No idea what's going on with him. Sanguinius: Incredibly dead. Probably a good thing that he is. Otherwise he'd probs be a traitor primarch too with the Imperium in its current state- Ferrus Manus: Also very dead. Probably was seething mad at being killed by Fulgrim. Very likely died seething mad. Traitors: Fulgrim: Is a four armed winged snake thing. Having mad sex and doing way too many drugs. Probably also eating a lot too. And then sleeping it off because snake. Has a chunky boyfriend if Tumblr is to be believed. Magnus: Trying to rebuild, also an arrogant prick. I support him even if he's a dick. If only because what happened to Prospero was a travesty of the highest order. You go my weird rainbow nipple horned demon prince. What is your obsession with titty horns??? Mortarion: Depressed but has family. Is infected with diseases that are probably not even invented yet. Probably also not a skinny rail of a man anymore courtesy of Papa Nurgle who is a better dad then the Emperor ironically. Probably can't stand to look himself in the Mirror. Angron: Angy, so very angy. And obsessed with blood. Even if he wasn't immortal by virtue of being a demon prince, he'd probably be too angry to die. Not entirely sure if this is actually better then being dead. Lorgar: Not entirely sure, but I assume he's somewhere in the warp spreading the word of chaos like some sort of messed up anti jesus or something.

Alpharius /Omegon: One's dead, the other is alive. Which twin died and which one is alive is a damn good question. Possibly neither are even dead. Absolute bastards (affectionate). Perterabo: Grumpy old man wanting to be left alone and forge. He yearns for it. Mostly content to just make stuff and burn his skin off. Good things he's a demon now I guess. Go make stuff, have a hobby that's kinda healthy. Sort of. Konrad: Pretty dead. Saw it happen and let it happen. Probably for the best because dear god this man as a demon prince is terrifying. Horus: Also very dead. Might actually be even more dead then Sanguinius considering Horus' soul was probably destroyed.

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k0if1sh3ss · 1 year ago

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#SOMETHING UNEXPECTED

pairing: Dina x Ellie x Reader

tags: smut, fingering, MY LOVES

Life seemed average, a repeated cycle you could never seem to get out of. Bland, overused and average.

“YN, you need to get out more! All you do is work and sleep!” Jesse complains. But how could you “get out more” if the whole world was under attack by human beings infected by fungus?

“Jesse, m’not going out tonight. I gotta patrol early tomorrow, I don’t have time f’drinking.” You scoff, closing the book you were reading and placing it in the nearby nightstand. “You’re so boring, you never do anything fun.” He rolls his eyes and exits the room.

You never enjoyed parties anyways. You always felt like an outcast to this whole group of people, you were surprised they even let you stay this damn long. You had showed up out of no where and yet they let you in after a check for infection.

The day continued like usual. Eat, Work, Sleep, Repeat, and obviously the necessities. You groan as you awake, your hair bed head a lot messier than usual. You rub your temples as you exit the hard bed that was seemingly put together from sheets and scattered pillows found around.

You somehow found yourself assigned to early patrol with Ellie and Dina. It wasn’t that you disliked them, it was that you liked them a little too much. Somehow, they distracted you from your daily routine, always pulling you somewhere you didn’t need to be, forcing you to explore things you’d never explored. But today it seemed there was a lot of tension in the area. The snow not making it any better as the freezing air made the freeze of the silence grow thicker.

Silence engulfed the whole ride, until they approached an abandoned warehouse that had a harsh smell of weed. Inside a whole farm of it, just growing like nothing. “Hey hey, I haven’t seen this shit in forever.” Ellie says picking up a jar. “Does weed expire?” She asks turning to Dina, having finally spoken a word to each other. “I guess we’ll have to find out?”

A loud bang was heard, causing you to flinch as you turned to see that the snow had trapped all three of you inside the weed smelling warehouse. “God, I did not want this.” You roll your eyes, removing the gloves you wore. “Fuck…!” You kick something nearby. “Whoa there, it’s not that big of a deal, we can just stay here until it dies down. Then we can try moving the snow.” Ellie suggests, removing her coat and settling in a nearby couch.

You watch as Dina does the same, grabbing a lighter that seemingly still worked to light the joint they’d found in the jar. “This still hits.” Dina says with a small smile, passing the joint over to Ellie. You sigh, removing your jacket and looking around to search for another exit. “Hey, why are you so quick to leave? Live a little and come smoke this with us.” Ellie says, looking at you with her low eyes as the weed seemed to already be taking effect.

“I’m good, I don’t smoke. I didn’t smoke before either.” You roll your eyes, looking around once more, seeing that there were no other ways out. “Just come and sit down. It’s like you have a stick up your ass or somethin’.” Dina says, tilting her head to look at you. You groan, stomping over to them both and settling on the couch. “Here, I think ya need it.” Ellie giggles, egging Dina to do the same.

“I said I’m good.” Dina takes the joint, “Just one time, it won’t kill ya?” She takes a drag from the joint, blowing it into your face, causing you to retract. “Fine.” You finally give in, inhaling the smoke. You cough quickly, the biting sensation in the back of your throat lingering. “Okay what the hell?” You ask, hunching over to cough. “It’s fine, happens when it’s your first time. Try again.” Ellie helps you sit up, guiding the joint to your lips.

“When you inhale, inhale it slowly. So, it doesn’t hurt as bad.” Dina says softly, placing her hand on your thigh unconsciously. You flinch slightly, inhaling the smoke, letting it drape into your lungs slowly. Blowing the smoke into the air, you feel yourself becoming a lot more relaxed. “That was better yeah?” Ellie asks, watching you as she inhaled the joint and blows the smoke into your face.

“I guess so.” You say quietly, everyone feeling the effects of the weed. It hits you harder, your head spinning softly, your eyes getting heavier, and the stir between your legs becoming a lot more prominent. “Should we have another Dina? I’m not sure she can handle two.” Ellie says, looking at your slouched appearance.

You shake your head. “I’m good, I think.” You chuckle. Ellie nods lighting another, placing it between her thin yet plump lips. You watch her, your eyes entranced by the way her lips wrap around the joint. Dina slides her hand further up your leg, catching your attention. You turn to her, a smirk dawning her lips as she tilts her head to get a better look at you.

Ellie hands the joint over once more, this time leaning over you a bit more than usual. The feeling of her skin warming you up a lot more then you already were, her perky and uncovered breasts swaying in your face. You blush softly, your face tinted slightly. The thoughts that run through your head becoming unholy, but you blame it on the weed. Dina takes a drag, inhaling slowly. Suddenly she leans into you, your lips parting as she connects her lips to yours and exhales the smoke back into your lungs.

It was random, causing you to flinch softly. “Did ya like that? Or should I stop?” She slides her hand up your thigh further, her thumb gliding over your clothed cunt softly. Ellie watches, her eyes lingering over your figure. You look at Dina, the sinful thoughts running through your head starting to take over. “I-I don’t do this. I’ve never-“ Ellie silences you, putting the bud of the joint into the couch to let it burn out.

“We got you.”

Like usual, with Ellie and Dina you were doing something you didn’t usually do. Your legs spread open as Dina licked up the slit of your wet and dripping cunt. Ellie grips her hair, guiding her to eat you out just right. Your hands gripping the side of the couch as you whine and groan Dina’s name out into existence. Her arms wrapped around your thighs to keep your legs open as you shake, throwing your head back as she hits the spot that makes you tingle just right.

“Fuhh-ck!” Your head falls back off the couch, Dina’s fingers mingling with the hardened buds underneath your shirt. “Feel good pretty?” Ellie asks softly, looking down at you. You nod, droll pooling at your lips. Dina slides her finger into your core, your back arching into her as you fuck yourself with her fingers. “Fuc- Dina! Oh good-“ You grip the couch harder, the knot in your stomach growing tighter.

She eats you like it was her last meal, her eyes never leaving yours as she penetrates you with another finger. Ellie continues to guide her, hitting all the spots inside you just right. Her hands come down to your chest, running her thumb over the nipple as if she was admiring the way they bounced as you used Dina. “Yesyes.. right there!”

You grind against her face, feeling yourself become a lot needier. The high you felt earlier could never compare to this one. Her hands spreading you open just right, your eyes shut tightly. “Look at me hun.” She says softly, diving back into you as you open your eyes to look down at her. Ellie watches in awe at the way you open up to Dina’s fingers. “Oh shi- I’m gonna cum Din-“ Ellie suddenly moves Dina’s hand away.

You catch your breath, confused as to why she was depriving you. “I wanna turn too.” Dina rolls her eyes. “You could’ve at least let her cum first. I’m sure she can handle two orgasms.” You watch as they talk about you like you're not even there. “Okay then, think you can handle two pretty?” Your eyes pan to Ellie, nodding slowly as you lean back once more. “Good girl, see I told ya.” Dina says, sliding her digits back inside of you.

She decides not to start slow this time, her fingers using you quickly. “I wanna taste you c’mon.” You feel the high you were on coming back, your hands gripping her hair softly. Your eyes don’t leave her as Ellie leans back, watching the both of you as she waits patiently for her turn with you.

“C’mon hun, wanna taste your cum.” Dina speaks sinfully, causing you to fall over the edge. “Oh- cumming! Please!” You release on her fingers, back arching over the edge of the couch. Your legs shake as you orgasm like you never have before. She sucks softly on your sensitive bud, you whine softly. “Gotta take one more for Ellie, she wants a taste too hun.” Dina slaps your cunt softly.

You nod, spreading your legs once more. The adrenaline running through your body causing you to work against how sensitive you were. “Go in then you needy fuck, go get your fill of her before she changes her mind.” Dina slaps Ellie’s arm softly, wiping her face of your essence. Ellie leans in, kissing your stomach, kissing the inside of your thigh, then kissing your fold softly. “I can’t wait anymore.”

She suddenly licks, causing you to close your legs. “Ah Ah C’mon now. You keep ‘em open f’me do the same for El.” Dina spread your legs back open, leaning against Ellie. You whine, feeling sensitive as Ellie continues with her endeavor. She spreads your folds, sliding her finger inside to replace Dina’s. The length of her finger hitting a spot inside you that Dina didn’t hit before.

“Ah, wait! You- god!” You try to close your legs once more, but Dina slaps your inner thigh, holding them open. “Hey, stop it. You said you could take it so take it like a big girl.” Dina giggles, rubbing your inner thigh softly. You chant Ellie’s name, her fingers curling slighting inside you. You grip her hair, riding her face as if she were a dildo and you were a pornstar.

Dina feels her arousal pooling in her pants, sliding her hand down into her jeans as she touches herself at the sight of you. Your bottom lip I’m between your teeth as you groan, Ellie’s hair gripped in between your fingers. She enjoys the sight of it all. Ellie kissing your stomach again as she adds another finger, speeding up just enough to make you scream. “I’m- oh shit! Ellie please…!” You hold onto her wrist to keep her from moving away, riding her fingers and clenching around them.

“Gonna cum pretty, I wanna taste you as bad. S’not fair Dina got to try it first.” You whine, unable to speak. Dina throws her head back as she feels herself about to release around her own fingers. “Gonna cum together yeah? Cum with me YN.” She says breathlessly as she rides her own fingers. Ellie snickers, “ya just couldn’t wait could ya?” Diving back down to devour the essence about to release from you.

Your head spinning softly, your back arching, you ride her fingers until suddenly. You burst, cumming and squeezing around her fingers, your head falling back and your legs shaking like never before. “E-El oh Fuck! Yesyesyes!” You spread your legs more as she licks it all up, not leaving one drop of you behind. “Taste so good pretty.” She says quietly into your cunt.

Dina cums as well, her legs shaking as she slows down, circling her bud slowly. “Oh yes..” she leans back, pulling her hand out of her jeans. “Wanna taste?” She asks, leaning forward and placing her fingers into your mouth, allowing you to suck them clean. Your eyes low, the high still rippling through you.

“Let’s do this again sometime.”

I want them both so bad...

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syrupfog · 1 year ago

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AU where Sanji never actually left Germa, and Judge made him a test subject early on, successfully getting rid of his empathy after years of torture.

But like, he has those years of bullying from his brothers first, and his empathy’s gone but his anger’s still there. Also with no Zeff, he fights with his fists and doesn’t treat women Like That. Because Zeff’s the one who instilled in him to never hit a woman (and made it weird but that’s not the point).

He’s out on some mission in the Grand Line when he runs into the Straw Hats and he sees Zoro’s green hair and associates it with Yonji and he just haaaates him on sight.

The fight is super evenly matched and Zoro manages to knock him out eventually but he’s like what’s the guy’s DEAL. Wtf is his problem.

Maybe Law’s with them when it goes down and he recognizes that costume and fanboys…

Oh actually yeah— Law’s with them! And after Zoro knocks him out, Law goes into Creepy Surgeon Mode and is like for the love of god please let me get my fingers in that chest cavity

And everyone else (bar Robin ofc) is like Σ（ﾟдﾟlll）

But Law gets a room going and finds all sort of odd Germa technology literally implanted in him and starts pulling it out and messing with it and suddenly Sanji wakes UP and he’s— he’s scared. And overwhelmed. He’s in real time having to reckon with years of torturing people.

And Law’s like oh the emotional part of this is not in my pay grade this is not my job anymore and dips.

So Sanji’s there in the Sunny’s infirmary like “I’m a monster I need to be put down oh my god” and Luffy shows up like HEY you’re cool as hell join my crew.

Zoro is not a fan of this option and also it turns out neither is Sanji BUT sanji has nowhere to go so he makes a deal to sail with them until the next habitable island. So Zoro watches him like a hawk bc he’s like “you’re definitely faking this and are gonna turn evil and try to kill people again right”

But instead he just keeps finding Sanji being really pathetic and sad and looking longingly at the kitchen (Robin doubles as the cook and her food is damn near inedible but that’s just the life of a pirate innit)

Late one night Zoro comes off watch and he sees Sanji sneaking into the kitchen and he thinks OH he’s going to try to POISON US so he sneaks in after him and confronts him, swords and all. And Sanji, who knows what an awful person he’s been and knows he deserves death, just starts crying and is like “yeah you can kill me just let me cook one thing once I just want to remember what it feels like”

So Zoro lets him cook, and is like yeah I’m killing you after this, and Sanji spends a long time sniffling as he re-familiarizes himself with pots and pans and spices and knives and ends up making something garlic-y and delicious that smells strong enough to wake up the crew, and everyone traipses in enraptured by the smell. So Sanji serves them and Zoro tries it first because if it’s poisoned he’s not letting EVERYONE go down. But it’s not poisoned and it’s really good, and anyway Zoro can’t kill him now in front of everyone.

But three nights later the same thing happens— he sees Sanji sneaking into the kitchen and follows him and Sanji says “I know you should’ve killed me last time but you couldn’t, I get that, but I’m dangerous. So let me cook just one more time and then you can kill me.”

And it doesn’t happen of course. Everyone comes in and everyone eats and Zoro watches Sanji recover a little of himself.

And so it goes. At first every few nights and then every other night, and then every single night.

And whenever Zoro comes in, Sanji says, I know I deserve to die but let me cook just one more thing.

And at some point Zoro stops thinking about killing Sanji. He’s a part of the crew now. He’s proving himself, and anyway Zoro can beat him and hold him down and Law can reverse whatever it is again if needs be.

So it’s just a thing they do. Zoro lightly threatens him and Sanji begs for his life and they move on. It’s routine but it doesn’t actually MEAN anything anymore.

That is, until one really bad night where Sanji doesn’t show up in the kitchen like he always does, and Zoro goes looking and finally finds him deep in the steerage, and Sanji says, “I can’t keep living like this, please just kill me. I can’t keep living knowing I’m going to die the next day.”

And Zoro’s like ???? You’re not gonna die the next day wtf

And Sanji says, please, just get it over with.

Zoro realizes that Sanji has continued all this time assuming Zoro really is coming to kill him every night

But it’s been MONTHS at this point. Surely he wouldn’t still think—

But Sanji’s wracked with more than a decade’s worth of guilt, is so sure he deserves the worst the world possibly has to offer.

Too bad Zoro’s a little in love with him at this point. And says anyone who wants to kill Sanji will have to go through Zoro first.

Which Sanji DOESNT UNDERSTAND and he doesn’t understand the kiss Zoro follows it up with, but he returns it. Greedily.

Because as much as he knows he deserves death, he also relishes every moment of life, every chance to feel the emotions he wasn’t allowed. And Zoro goes from jailer to protector in his mind. Slowly. Hesitantly.

He spends years working through the trauma, decades really, but the simplicity with which Zoro sees the world helps. Zoro doesn’t blame him. Zoro loves him. Sanji doesn’t know much but he knows he’ll defend this ship that saved him with his life.

And he knows Zoro wouldn’t let Sanji defend HIM with his life, because Zoro views his life as precious and important.

Which is something Sanji is still learning.

He’ll get there.

#zosan #it’s always a toss up what fics to write vs what to just throw out into the void like this #uhhhhh I need a tag for this #would this go in the Zosan fanfic tag I dunno if that’s just for finished fic #my writing #I guess that works #anyway cross posted from twitter since I have like 3 followers lmao #and tbh it’s been a week I’m still thinking about this #(I’m thinking about writing omegaverse Zosan more tho)#(and ptsd law who’s scared of luffy)#(too little time in the world)

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yourheart-inmyhands · 2 years ago

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HIIIII I LOVE YOUR POSTS SO MUCH IF YOU DIDNT NOTICED I WAS ONE OF YOUR FOLLOWERS WHO LIKE YOUR POSTS THE EARLIEST ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT AND AMAZING DAY I HOPE YOU FEEL HAPPY AND JOYFULL! STAY SAFE :DDDD

Oh and btw i love love LOVED the last post you made :3 wasnt able to like it early since i was at school but can i please req a Zoro reader with a yan Yelan , Beidou , Alhaitham (all hail the ham XD) and Neuvillete (idk how to spell his name😒��) ANYWAYS PLEASE TAKE YOUR TIME REMEMBER TO EAT REST AND DRINK WATER <<<333

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i didn't wanna answer this one cause it's so cute and i wanted to keep it in my inbox foreverrrrr but i really appreciate the compliments ;v; <33 also i won't lie, Zoro is not one of my favorites from One Piece (i like greasy/deranged men) but i love his character, i was also binging some episodes while writing this and also this is pre-timeskip zoro cause that's where i'm at currently and brainrot be real but i hope you enjoy :D <3

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including delusional behaviors, implied being held against will, mentions of violence, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Yelan would be stressed out, not only do you wield three swords and seem to always get yourself in trouble, but you’re always getting lost. She’s at least glad that you can take care of yourself if the need arises but your obsession with being Teyvat’s Greatest Swordsman is a little out of control. She prefers that you don’t go out without her because she knows you’ll get lost, but if you should otherwise she’ll be sure to send out someone to follow you, keeping her informed of your location and every move.

Yelan smiled to herself as you trained in the backyard. While your bizarre workout routine often had her a bit worried, she admired your dedication to her work. There was a lot about you she loved, but your dedication to your goals was what drew her in, reminding her of herself sometimes. She had to keep you on a tight leash though, your lack of direction often leaving you in places you shouldn’t end up in. She never minded though, it was just another of your adorable quirks, something she found keeping her on her toes. Yelan loved you and all your strange, unique quirks.

Yandere!Beidou would find you very admirable, chasing so strongly after your ambitions as she had. While killing a Leviathan and becoming Teyvat’s Greatest Swordsman are two different life goals, she thinks you're an amazing individual for chasing your dreams so wholeheartedly.

Beidou smiled down at you from the top deck, watching as you polished your blades. While she didn’t understand the need for three swords, she knew you enjoyed it and so she never questioned it. She was grateful you didn’t put up a fight when it came to traveling on the Crux with her, not that you ever seemed to know where they were headed. It just made it easier for her to keep an eye on you, with your habit of wandering off and getting lost just to end up in a fight that she later patches you up from. She loved you and all your quirks but sometimes she wondered how you came to be this way, it wasn’t something you seemed keen to talk about.

Yandere!Alhaitham would find a beloved like this both a blessing and a curse. He loves your passion for swordfighting, often fighting with you for a bit of practice. While you certainly outmatch him with just one sword alone, he uses his intellect to spar with you, learning your moves and putting you into positions where you have to adapt and overcome. He finds the exercise to be an enjoyable break from his work, allowing him to keep his physical skills as sharp as his mental ones. He refuses to let you go anywhere by himself though, worried you’ll get lost and run into trouble, again.

Alhaitham smirked as he blocked another attack from you, having memorized every attack you’ve ever used against him. It was times like this that he enjoyed most with you, a proper challenge between brains and brawn. While your workout routine was intense, his mind was equally as polished, leaving the duels between the two of you relatively intense. On afternoons where you weren’t dueling, it was common to go into town, with Alhaitham usually picking up books or other things at stores while dragging you along with him. Even if he knew you were going to nap the whole time he was gone, he still didn’t trust you to not fight something or get lost while he was gone. So instead he took you to every store with him, keeping a tight watch over you and oftentimes tying a ribbon gently around your wrists that connected to his belt.

Yandere!Neuvillette has no choice but to keep you locked up inside while he’s gone simply because he knows otherwise you’ll get lost and he’ll be seeing you in the courtroom for yet another fight you got into. He doesn’t mind it though, knowing that at home you only do a few things, train, polish your swords, and nap. And while he admires your dream to be Teyvat’s Greatest Swordsman, he thinks you should settle for the strength you currently possess and simply stay here in Fontaine with him.

Unlocking the door and stepping in after a long day in court, Neuvillette isn’t surprised to see you napping in the livingroom. He will admit that the first few times he saw you napping, simply sitting on the floor up against a wall with all three swords nearby, he thought it was strange, insisting that you sleep in the bedroom or at least on the couch. Now though, he understands that it’s simply the way you are, quietly approaching and smirking as your eyes flicker open, looking up at the man. “Your senses are as sharp as ever I see.” Neuvillette offers you a hand, gently pulling you to your feet as you stretch, asking about his day. He enjoys the quiet life he has and he prefers to try and force you to comply than let you roam free, after all he’s doing this for the betterment of society. You’re simply too dangerous.

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gabolange · 6 months ago

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Fic writing 2025.

So both @sapphoshands and @sparkleplatypuswriter tagged me in a variation of the 2025 WIP meme that asks to identify three stories or ideas that you've been thinking about that you might actually publish this year.

And like, this is massively out of my comfort zone. I am notorious for, like, not telling my beta I'm working on a story until I show up on her doorstep with it like a cat who killed a mouse as an unwelcome gift. The routine sharing of WIP snippets gives me hives (I love you all anyway, but a;lkakjhdf). Stories are precious things, and they need love until they are ready to be shared with the world. Mine tend to freak out and run off.

But look, it's a new year. I will try a new thing. If these ideas run away because I wrote them down and told the universe, I will never do this again. Also forgive me, you aren't getting, like, summaries. I would rather eat my own feet.

Margo x Sergei first time(s). Trauma recovery things, unexpected roles.

5 choices Margo didn't make, and one that she did. Probably the closest thing to Margo character study I have going at the moment (you knew it was coming). Canon divergence AU until it isn't. (This is actually the very first story idea I had in this fandom, and I planned to write it first until a couple scenes from acts of survival were literally keeping me up at night.)

I think some of the other big ideas aren't ready for prime time, so let's just say: more kisses! I have at least four ideas scribbled down, and one of them is a giant angst fest I've been thinking about for eleven months, so. Stay tuned!

Tagging @moocowmoocow and anyone else who wants to play.

#meme #writing #trying new things!

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cha0ticspacebi · 2 months ago

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Moving on after a break up is never easy. But ice cream and that bartender who won’t leave my head definitely help.

Chapter 2･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. Series Master List

Pairing: Post Canon! Eddie Munson x Witchy! Artist! Female OC

Word Count: 14.5 k

Series Tags: Eventual smut MDNI 21+, slow burn, canon divergence AU, Eddie is a soft sweet traumatized boy, rockstar Eddie, Bartender Eddie, female OC is a witchy, aspiring author/artist, hurt/comfort, eventual happy ending, additional tags will be added.

Author’s Note: This story is a labor of love between me and my good friend 🦇 🖤 They play an incredible Eddie! We’re writing an ongoing RP together and I am so enamored with this story I just had to share it out as a fic. This story is written in a very different format than my usual work. It’s going to be posted exactly as we wrote it together, separated by our names. I’m so proud of the work we’ve done together. This story is incredibly important to me and has made me fall in love with writing all over again.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

The next morning I am incredibly thankful that I have the day off because if I had to try and work right now I’d probably just get sent home anyway and lose out on the shift that I kinda need now. Not only did Jackson break my heart but he left me with all of the expenses. I should be ok, might not be able to eat out for a while but I’ll be ok. That brings my train of thought back to you and how it might be awhile before I can go to The Hideout again and see you. I start to wonder when or if I’ll see you again. Even though I don’t know your name, in just our short interaction, you sparked a feeling of happiness in me that I haven’t felt in a long time.

As a few days go by I get back into a routine but I find myself getting less sad and more mad. One evening standing in my kitchen chopping vegetables after work I think, fuck it. I should just cut my losses, leave my lease early and go back home. But some part of me doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing I couldn’t handle it here on my own. Also, I find myself oddly saddened at the thought of never seeing you again.

It’s almost been a week since that night and I head into work for my open to close Saturday shift. I’m reshelving the return cart from last night when Caroline, the only coworker I’d consider kind of a friend, walks in. She greets me with a smile and we talk through the gaps in the shelves of the mystery section as the both of us work to get this cart cleared.

“So have you and Jackson checked out that bar I told you about yet?”

I bristle at her question, “Um no,” I pretend to be reading the author's name on a book, “He uh, he broke up with me actually.” She tries to console me but I can tell she’s not sad, I follow it up quickly not wanting to dwell on the thought too long, “I did though! I went the other day and I saw a really good metal band. I think they were called Coffin something…Corroded Coffin! That’s what it was!” I feel my voice getting excited that I remembered your band’s name! For some reason words about you keep spilling from my mouth, “I talked with the lead guitarist before the show. He was really sweet. He works there too, maybe you’ve seen him before.”

As I describe your appearance, Janice, one of the older ladies who’s probably worked here her whole life, butts into our conversation, “I know that boy. You should stay away from him. Back in ‘86 he killed a young girl. Still haven’t figured out how he’s walking around free, seems like after that earthquake struck, everyone just sorta forgot about the satanic murders he’d committed.” Even Caroline nods in agreement.

When she accuses you of murder the wind gets sucked from my lungs. There’s a sudden heaviness in my chest. There’s no way. I can just feel it. I think about your kind eyes that made me feel all warm and fuzzy. No. They have to be wrong.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

When I work at Saul's auto shop the next night, it’s with you on my mind. I don’t know what it is, but I can’t seem to stop thinking about you. Everything I did today, you were at the back of my mind all day, your smile invading my memory out of the blue.

A few days later, while Steve is over at my place hanging out and having a beer, I decide to ask him if he knew you, giving a description of what you look like. Steve shakes his head, a bit surprised that he doesn’t. “Usually I know all the hot chicks in Hawkins, but not this one. Why?” I bite my lip before shrugging. “Just wondering. Saw her at The Hideout the other day and she seemed cool.” Steve looks at me for a few seconds before a knowing grin spreads slowly on his lips. “She seemed cool, huh?” I roll my eyes and sigh, shaking my head. “Forget it, Harrington.” He tries to get me to talk about you more but I tell him to drop it and Steve knows not to push things too much with me.

After nearly a week, I don’t think about you as much but you’re still there. And I can’t help but still wish that I at least knew your name. I have the night off of work, but I realize I’m out of a lot of groceries. Cursing to myself, I wait until it’s pretty dark out before deciding to head into town. I might not live in Hawkins, but everything is still a lot closer there than if I were to continue into the town I live in now. Anxiety fuels me every time I need to make a stop in town when it isn’t for work, afraid someone will recognize me and harass me like how they did which was the reason I moved in the first place.

With my hair up in a low bun, I have a hood over my head as I walk inside the grocery store, grabbing a cart and going about everything as quickly as I can.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

After work, that conversation with my coworkers fills my mind. Almost to the point where I forget about my breakup for a little while. Almost. I finish cleaning up a bit, as I’m changing into my pajamas, I find one of Jackson’s shirts that he must’ve stuck in my drawer by accident. Just the sight is enough to get the water flowing from my tear ducts again. I try not to let myself slip down that path of thinking about all the fun times we had together but it doesn’t work. I realize that what I need is just a good ol’ fashioned post break up ice cream binge so I throw on a sweater with my cotton pajama shorts and head to the grocery store.

It’s a clear cool night so I decide to walk. The grocery store isn’t very far from my apartment. Bonus, because it’s late, It’s not that busy. So I can grab what I need and head back home to cry some more.

I head right to the back of the store where the frozen section is and survey my choices. I stand there debating between Rocky Road and mint brownie fudge when I hear the wheels of a cart moving quickly in the next aisle over, looking up at the sign I see that the next aisle has frozen pizza. I decide to spoil myself and grab one of those as well. I put the rocky road back and head into the next aisle, stopping in my tracks because as soon as I turn the corner I see you!

You’ve got your hood up but I can still see your face and little pieces of your curly hair sticking out, is the rest of it tucked back? I’m pretty sure your hair was longer than that. Just the sight of you brings me joy that I might finally get to learn the name of the boy who has invaded my thoughts.

I walk over to you with a wave, “Hey stranger! It’s me, Long Island girl.” I smile at you, suddenly worried that my eyes might still be red from crying earlier. A new fear rises up too, what if all week I’ve been thinking about someone who doesn’t even remember I exist. I mean all he did was make me a drink and tell me briefly about his band. Why would he remember me, shit this was a mistake. Oh god- what if he thinks I’m here about that story Janice told me? I start to panic that thinking you’d want to talk to me again was a mistake.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I grab essentials, bread, milk, beer, etc. but then I get distracted by a tv dinner I used to eat when I was younger and decide to grab a few of those and…why not and get some more frozen foods? It’s way faster than cooking, anyway. I’ve tried to cook more lately since I’m now living on my own, but all of these frozen dinners look so tempting.

I’m looking down at a box of frozen macaroni with broccoli, a bit perplexed that it has the words “Vegan” on it and reading the ingredients on the back to see what makes it vegan, when I hear someone talking to me. I flinch a little, not expecting to run into anyone and trying not to feel panicked until I lift my head to see who it is before you’re telling me who you are. And holy shit it’s you. The girl that’s been on my mind for almost a week is standing in front of me, smiling and actually looking happy to see me.

I take you in, noticing your oversized sweatshirt and cute sleep shorts before I’m looking at your face. Has she been crying? Last time I saw you, you were sad then, too. I feel a tightness in my chest before I realize I haven’t said anything. I smile back, pushing the hood off my head so I don’t feel so ridiculous. Although it does leave the scar on my neck and jaw a bit more exposed.

“Hey! It’s good to see you.” I tell you genuinely before I look at the box I still have in my hand and saying fuck it, dropping it into my cart. “Was starting to think I made you up in my head,” I admit with a chuckle, shaking my head a little. “I never really caught your name, though. I’m Eddie, by the way.”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Eddie. Eddie. I play your name on repeat in my head like my favorite song. When I hear your voice lift with a chuckle as you tell me you thought you’d made me up in your head, the butterflies I’d felt that night at the bar awakened in my stomach. Maybe you’d been thinking about me too. All my anxiety that you wouldn’t want to talk to me or that I bothered you melts away.

“Nope,” I giggle and smile up at you, just the sight of you has lifted my spirits. Now that we’re not separated by the bar counter I’m very aware of your height advantage. “I’m very much real.” I step a little closer and hold my hand out towards you, “My name’s Erica. It’s so nice to officially meet you Eddie. I’m glad you’re real too because I didn’t get a chance to tell you the other night how much I was enjoying your show.”

I let my eyes soak up your appearance. I suddenly feel underdressed. Your frame fills out your leather jacket so nicely, the boots you're wearing really make you look the part of a rockstar. Your curls pulled back in a low bun look so soft and effortless I'm actually a little jealous. I try really hard not to stare at the scar I see peaking out along the neck of your hoodie. I distract myself by wondering maybe if one day we could be good friends and you’d feel comfortable telling me the story.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Your giggle is like music to my ears and I chuckle when you tell me you're real. I falter the slightest bit when you take a step towards me before you’re taking out your hand for me to shake. Usually I would think of Lucas’ little sister when hearing the name ‘Erica,’ the now spitfire of a 13 year old having grown on me over the years and still an important person in my life after everything that’s happened. But hearing you say it as your name, the kid leaves my memory and I can’t help but think of how well it fits you, fits your smile.

I take your hand, hoping to god mine isn’t sweaty and give it a shake but I don’t let it go as you tell me you’re glad that I’m real. It makes my heart swell and my stomach to feel all weird, and I feel a lightness to myself. My smile widens when you tell me you enjoyed the show. “Yeah? M’glad to hear it, sweetheart.” I realize I’m still holding your hand and drop it with an apology before I see your basket of groceries. Well, ice cream, and I raise an eyebrow. “Running low?” I gesture to the basket with a grin.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Your hand feels so warm against mine and I don’t really want to let go. I’ve never experienced this before, making a friend on my own as an adult. All my friends I left behind in Indy were people I knew from high school, or his friends. Your smile when I say I liked your show makes me believe that we could be friends. I see you realize we are still holding hands which I actually also forgot and I’m grateful when you quickly drop my fingers because I don’t want to accidentally make things weird before I even get a chance to know you. I see you gesture towards my lone pint of ice cream sitting in the basket.

I let out a little nervous laugh and reach up to fidget with a piece of my hair between the fingers you’d just been holding, “Well um no. Not exactly,” I let out another nervous laugh, trying to maintain my composure. I can’t look you in the eye because I don’t want to start crying again but for some reason I find it oddly easy to talk to you, “The reason I missed the rest of your show was because I was kinda getting dumped in the parking lot.” I stand there quietly for a second, unsure of what to say next, “Guess I thought maybe ice cream and frozen pizza would make me feel better.”

I bend at my waist and wrap my arms around my back to take a peek at your cart and see that you're doing what looks to be a real grocery run grabbing the essentials, “Of course Mr big heavy metal star needs to shop at night when all his fans won’t bombard him. Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me, your newest fan.” I wink up at you through my bangs with a smile.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I immediately feel like an asshole when you mention you were getting dumped in the parking lot, concluding to me why you are so upset when you came back inside with Tracy and also why it looks like you’ve just been crying. Although I am a bit confused, because who would break up with you? If anything, I thought it would be the other way around. I’d let you ruin my life if you gave me the chance.

I clear my throat to get myself to focus back on you in front of me now instead of the thoughts of you swirling around in my head. Your words make me remember where I am, why I’m here and that I should probably leave soon if I want to avoid anyone else noticing me. I can’t help but feel a little flustered though when you wink at me and call yourself my newest fan. But I do laugh a bit nervously and roll my eyes a little. “Right, fans. Let’s call them that.” Instinctively, I pull my hood back up as I look around the store, especially when I hear the bell ring indicating someone else is walking in here.

I know I should leave, but I don’t want to stop talking to you. I just learned your name for Christ’s sake. “M’really sorry to hear about that, sweetheart.” I tell you genuinely. “If you ask me,” I place a hand on my chest over my heart as I grin. “It’s his loss.”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

For some reason you sound a little nervous when I make that comment about your fans. My mind briefly wonders why but then my heart pumps hard in my chest when you smile at me and say it was his loss. Your smile looks so genuine that I can’t help but bat my eyelashes back at you with a wide grin. Especially hearing you call me sweetheart again, “Thank you Eddie. That means a lot.”

Talking with you has made me decide at least for tonight, I don’t want to focus on what I lost anymore. Instead I want to lose myself to the possibility of what I may have found. I adjust the grip on my basket and walk over to one of the doors and grab a frozen extra cheese pizza, “You know what? You’re right! It is his loss! I have a few more things I should probably grab while I’m here. I’d love it if a certain handsome metalhead would keep me company.”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

“Of course,” I say with a small nod as you thank me before you’re walking over to the freezer and grabbing a pizza. I try not to admire your body when you’re turned from me, looking anywhere else but my eyes seem to glance over every now and then. Soon, you’re facing me again and asking me to keep you company with your shopping. You want me to walk with you? You want to walk next to me and talk with me? Jesus Christ is my luck finally looking up for once? “Uh yeah,” I agree easily, sounding a little surprised and maybe a tad eager. “Yeah, I can keep you company.”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

My smile covers every inch of my face when you agree to walk with me as I grab a few more things. In truth I don’t actually need anything else but I don’t want to stop talking with you yet. I’ve always been the odd one out with my social group when it comes to music, so I’m not going to lose out on the chance to talk to a fellow metalhead about it. I walk towards the end of the aisle slowly and try not to stand as close to you as I actually want to while we walk together.

I make a contemplative humming noise and look up at you over my shoulder, “Ok! Top 3 bands that inspired you to play guitar— go!” I twist and turn to walk backwards slightly in front of your cart after grabbing a box of cereal that was displayed at the end of the row because I don’t want to stop looking at you.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I let out a small, playful scoff. “Metallica, Sabbath, and Dio. Too easy, sweets.” I grin mischievously, my eyes watching your every move as you walk backwards while talking to me. I grab a box of cereal as well and toss it in my cart, giving it a glance to make sure I had grabbed the right one but I don’t really want to take my eyes off you.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I curl my lip in a little pout as we make our way to the next stop on our little journey through the grocery store, “Alright mister how about this one? Dio solo albums or Dio with Sabbath? Because I myself love Last in Line,” I drag out my words playfully, “But I think I prefer the Heaven and Hell album he put out with Sabbath.” I get a little carried away talking about my favorite bands, secretly jumping over the moon that we have those in common.

I feel a familiar feeling creeping up though that I’m being too much. After years of not being able to talk to anyone about my interests though, I can’t help it. Soon we are grabbing the last thing I can think to pretend that I need and I lead us towards the register.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

“Alright, I will say that Heaven and Hell is fuckin amazing, but come on, Erica. Dio’s solo albums are classic. Can’t go wrong with those, ever.” My smile hasn’t disappeared since we started shopping together, feeling normal for the first time in a long time. That feeling goes away quite quickly however when we get to the register and I see the way the cashier is looking at me. My smile drops and I go quiet, letting you go first in the line since you have a small amount of stuff compared to what’s in my cart.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

“Fair point,” I set my few items up on the counter as I keep talking to you, “Damn, it is so nice to have someone to debate music with. My um- my ex hates metal.” I go about paying the cashier and grabbing my 2 bags from the end of the counter and I turn back to you and see your smile gone.

I want to try to help bring it back so without a word, I start helping you set your stuff on the counter for the cashier to scan all the while a content smile on my lips as I think about how happy I am that I decided to go out tonight because I got to see you again, even if it was fleeting, it was worth it.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I give you a small smile when I notice you helping me, causing butterflies to swarm in my stomach at the kind gesture. I mentally pray the woman at the register doesn’t say anything, my heart pounding a little faster than normal with anxiety. I pull out my wallet and take out some cash, counting the bills and handing it to her when she tells me my total. “Keep the change.” I mumble, quickly grabbing the bags and putting them back in the cart so I can just get the hell out of there.

When we get outside, I notice that it has started raining and I stop so we are still under the covering. “Where’s your car?” I ask, looking down at you.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I see you rushing through your transaction and I’m wondering if I missed something. Especially when you tell her to keep the change.

When we get outside under the entrance cover, I look up to the sky with a worried look, “I may have walked here.” I try to stay positive though! And meet your gaze from where you’re looking down at me. I feel my cheeks flush with how close we are suddenly standing. I can’t help but stare into your warm brown eyes for a moment before looking back up at the falling raindrops, “It was so nice earlier I didn’t even think about it. Good thing I don’t have very far to go.” I point vaguely in the direction of my apartment building. I ready myself for the sad goodbye I know is coming now that we have to part ways.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

My brows furrow together when you tell me you walked here, glad to see that you’re okay but thinking about just how dangerous that can be. Things may be over, but it doesn’t mean I don’t still get scared about the possibility of the upside down and what it holds returning. Not to mention the creeps that wander around at night. It doesn’t take long for me to come to a decision. “I can take you home,” I offer. My eyes widen after I say it, realizing how forward that sounds. “Drive. I can drive you home.” And after that, I can’t stop talking. “I just don’t think it would be safe. It’s late at night and you’re a pretty girl walking home and not to mention you could get sick from the rain.”

I look in the direction you pointed in, seeing your apartment building and noticing that it is pretty close but I know I won’t feel okay knowing I let you walk home, but I also don’t want to force you to ride with me. “If you don’t want to, I’ll understand, having just really met and all. But it would make me feel a lot better knowing that I got you home safe and dry.”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Your offer has my head swirling for so many reasons and all of them give me a pleasant ache in my chest. First, I can’t help but wonder if your terms of endearment like sweetheart and pretty girl are things that you just use on a regular basis or if you actually think I’m pretty, if you do I think I might melt because you are possibly the most handsome man I’ve ever seen and in our brief interactions you’ve made no indication that you are seeing someone. Second, your concern for my safety is something I’m not used to but I could definitely get used to having someone who cares enough about someone they just met to make sure they get home safely. There’s a third thing in there mixing around but I don’t pay it too much attention, I don’t care what rumors this town is spreading about you. I recall your face when I greeted you earlier tonight and you’d looked shocked that someone was actually talking to you. Not like someone on the prowl for an innocent victim.

From living in the city my whole life I’ve definitely learned to be vigilant when walking by myself and my gut isn’t telling me to run from you. It’s telling me that you wouldn’t hurt a fly.

“Thank you Eddie, I’d love not to get rained on,” I gesture to my bags, “Besides my ice cream might melt.” Something in me decides to be a little bold, “Not that I need it anymore for the reason I bought it. Something else has already made my night a whole lot brighter. Lead the way, brave knight!”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Relieved when you agree, I give a small grin before you say that something else made your night brighter. Is she talking about me? I made her night brighter? Me? I clear my throat and turn to look away from you as I try not to blush, especially when you call me brave knight.

“Alright, well, here.” I take your grocery bags from you and put them in my cart before I’m shrugging off my jacket and placing it over your shoulders. “So you don’t get wet.” I’m looking into your eyes now, realizing how close I am to you like this and I feel my heart in my throat for a moment before I’m grabbing hold of my cart again.

“That’s my van over there.” I point to it, grinning mischievously. “I’ll race you. You ready? Go!”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ─

My whole body threatens to fall over as you make my knees go weak by placing your jacket over my shoulders. As soon as the soft worn fabric hits my body, my senses take in the smell of leather along with a scent that is so uniquely you it just became my favorite smell ever. Ok it’s official, I think to myself in a soft, accepting tone as you look down at me, your brown eyes boring directly into my blue, nervously I adjust my glasses back properly onto my nose…I have a crush on this boy!

After pondering it this past week, and despite the fact that I still miss him, Jackson and I were over as soon as we got here. He may have just moved out but he’s been gone for months and I think I’m allowed to entertain the possibility that someone else might be able to make me even happier than he ever could.

You make me fall even harder when you grin and challenge me to a race towards your van. You catch me off guard and despite my best efforts to catch up I reach the van just seconds after you. I wrap myself up tighter in your jacket wanting to savor the moment as long as possible. Before I get too far ahead of myself though, I don’t even know if you’d want to be with me. I mean knowing my luck you’re probably already taken.

“So,” I pretend to count on my fingers as I put my hand on the passenger door handle, “You’re a gentleman, funny, incredibly handsome, you make the world's best Long Island, and you play guitar? Your girlfriend is one lucky lady Eddie.”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Being here with you like this, I start feeling somewhat normal again, like I’m not trying to hide from everyone in this city. It makes me feel warm to see that someone is actually enjoying my company and not looking at me like a murderer other than Dustin or Steve or the rest of the party. It does make me wonder if you even know, if people have told you what they think of me. Probably not, considering you’re being so kind to me. And maybe I should tell you, but I don’t think I’d be able to handle the same look the rest of these people give me coming from you.

I want to savor this. For as long as I can. I’ve already established to myself that I am interested in you with the way my stomach flops around and the fact that you hadn’t left my mind since the other day at The Hideout. And, if this isn’t the last time we see each other, if there are other chances of us hanging out again, maybe I’ll tell you down the line. Maybe I’m getting a bit ahead of myself. This is only our second time meeting, but I can’t help but feel hopeful.

When you say “your girlfriend”, a loud laugh leaves me that I can’t hold in. “Girlfriend?” I snicker as I unlock your door and open it for you. “Definitely don’t have one of those, sweetheart. No one is really looking to date me.”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Your loud laugh seems to echo through the empty parking lot as it fills me with joy. That is definitely a sound I want to hear again, daring to look directly at your face more and more. I can't help but notice a little hint of sadness when you say no one is looking to date you. I want to erase it.

“Well Eddie,” I step closer to where you’re standing after opening the door for me and leave barely a few inches between us. “If it’s any consolation,” I tilt my head slightly back so that our eyes meet. My face brightens with the happiest smile I’ve made in the months since I moved to Hawkins as I mimic your earlier words, “I think it’s their loss.”

I slip past you and sit in the passenger seat and cover my face to prevent you from seeing the blush covering my cheeks, although I could just blame it on the rain. I’m barely in the seat long enough to contemplate that I should just tell you I’ve heard the rumors about you and I don’t believe them before I realize that I left you with all the groceries. I instantly hop back out, “Oh my god how rude of me. Here let me help you put those away!”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

When you step closer to me, I tense up the slightest bit before softening at your words. Holy shit I like this girl. She’s definitely going to fucking ruin me. I keep my hands to my sides, itching to reach up and touch you in some way like moving hair from your face or giving you arm a light squeeze, but I keep to myself, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” I say when you offer to help me put the groceries in the van, but I don’t stop you. “Thanks.” I grab as much as I can at once so it’ll be faster to get everything in and I can get you home. “So um…where are you from? I lived in Hawkins most of my life and I’ve never seen you, so I’m assuming you’re not from here.”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Retaking my place in your passenger seat and buckling my seatbelt I answer your question, “I grew up in Indianapolis. I’ve only been in Hawkins a little over 6 months. Just renewed my lease actually,” My head is nodding a bit as I speak and look out the window, “Jack- my ex, wanted to move here and settle down.” I let out a nervous laugh and fidget with my fingers as my gaze falls to my lap, “I guess just not with me. He didn’t say it but I’m pretty sure he was seeing someone else.”

I don’t really want to make things uncomfortable with you so I give my thighs a light pat and turn back towards you, “Anyways, I still love the city but I have to be honest, Hawkins is starting to grow on me a little. Right now I work at the library and one day I’d like to publish my own book.”

My apartment building is rapidly approaching and I can’t let you leave without knowing when I will see you again. I nervously twirl my fingers around a strand of my hair, “When’s your next show? As your newest fan I want to make sure I attend all of them! Corroded Coffin might’ve just dethroned Dio at the top of my metal gods list.” I hope the smile I make sends you the hint that even though we just met, you’ve already completely captivated me.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I let out a huff when you tell me you think your ex may have been seeing someone else, shaking my head and trying not to roll my eyes at the fact that this guy had really left you. You! Who could be that dense?

When you tell me you’d like to publish your own book, I decide to take a mental note to ask you more about that later. Even though I don’t know if there will be a later. Would you want there to be a later?

My question is answered when you ask me about my next show, perking up a little and smiling broadly before answering, “We play every Tuesday night.” I feel a little giddy when you say my band dethroned Dio. “Flattery will get you everywhere with me, sweetheart.” I wink at you before looking back to the road and pulling up in front of the apartment.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

My heart flutters at the prospect of getting to see you again so soon, “I’ll be there, and for the whole thing this time too!” I hold out my hand for a pinky promise, “Thank you Eddie. I’ve never had more fun grocery shopping in my life.” I have one hand on the door waiting to get out and leave. I feel like I could spend a lifetime talking with you but for now I’m just going to savor every moment I get with you.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I look down at you sticking out your hand to give me a pinky promise, melting inside as I think you just get even more adorable the longer I’m around you. Reaching over, I hook your pinky with mine and grin. “I take pinky promises very seriously, Erica. I hope you know that.” Keeping hold of it for a little longer, I finally let it go when I realize you have to leave even though I really don’t want you to. “I had a fun time too.”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I giggle when you say you take pinky promises very serious, “I would never break the sanctity of a pinky promise good sir! I hope my favorite bartender is there because I would love another one of his delicious long islands.”

With a heavy heart I finally open the door and go to grab my groceries from the back. Before turning to leave I wave at you through the closed window of your van with a big smile before I start hurrying into my apartment building to avoid getting any more wet from the rain.

I make it all the way upstairs and I walk into my kitchen to start putting away the groceries before I realize I still have your jacket wrapped snugly around my shoulders.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

“Oh, he’ll be there, sweetheart!” I call to you when you get out of my car, the passenger window down. “He’ll be looking forward to seeing his favorite customer.” I watch you walk inside, making sure you made it in okay before I finally drive off, a smile playing on my lips throughout the entire ride back home.

My heart is hammering in my chest in the best way and I feel like I’m on cloud nine. That seemed like it went well. Did that go well? She called me her favorite bartender, there’s no way that didn’t go well!

When I get home, I realize you still have my jacket and I grin to myself, thinking about how cute you looked when you were wearing it.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

When I left earlier this evening feeling down and broken hearted I just wanted something to make me feel better, now? I’ve never been happier that I decided to go out on a whim because I got to see you again. All night I can’t stop thinking about you!

I finish putting my groceries away and chuckle to myself as I just stick the ice cream in the freezer for another night. If you hadn’t also been shopping my night would be looking very different. I hug myself one last time before removing your jacket.

Even though I know you’re not here, I want to be respectful of your things. So as much as it kills me to not sleep while snuggling with your jacket that thought that you would somehow know and be weirded out by me is too much. I hang your jacket on the back of my dining chair. I decide I’ll give it back to you on Tuesday when I go see your show. Finally, I turn the lights off and head into my bedroom.

I go over every detail from our shopping trip in my head as I get ready for bed, discarding the sweater I had on, settling on a loose tank top and fresh sleep shorts since the other ones got a little wet from the rain.

He seemed like he was having fun right? God I hope he didn’t think I was weird or too forward. He said flattery works with him and he must’ve called me sweetheart a dozen times— gah!! I flop down on my bed and stare at the ceiling, I really hope that’s not just how he talks. He’s such a sweetheart himself. I hope he knows how much he helped me tonight and I hope I helped him a little too. He looked so nervous at the checkout lane. Those rumors have to be lies! There’s no way a man that sweet and gentle could commit murder. If I hear anyone talking shit again I’m going to say something.

At some point I fall asleep with thoughts and images of you invading my dreams.

The next few days are the longest of my life! Every hour that passes closer to Tuesday night builds my anticipation for seeing you again. Your very being has taken root in my chest and knowing that you’ll be looking forward to seeing your favorite customer has the seed of affection sprouting. I have to make an impression tonight!

I wake up that morning early because my excitement won’t let me sleep in. I give myself a little self care day since I don’t have to work. I light some candles, do some light stretching, take a warm bath and make sure I pull out my favorite scented soaps. I style my hair in loose big curls and put on some light makeup. I check the time and start getting dressed. I pull on some sheer tights, a black skirt with some silver metal details, my favorite Dio concert shirt tucked in, and I pull on some short heeled black boots. As I grab my bag, I look at your leather jacket. I had every intention of giving it back to you tonight but that doesn’t mean I can’t wear it first.

My heart is pounding the entire time I drive to The Hideout. The last time I made this drive was under very different circumstances and I cannot wait to see your smiling face again.

My lips are curled in a permanent grin as I step inside the bar with your jacket around my torso. My eyes immediately look behind the bar hoping to spot your curly hair.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I thought I was already thinking about you too much before we ran into each other at the store. Now? You’ve invaded my every thought. The next couple days are fucking torture, wishing I could see you as the days drag on way too slow in anticipation for when I do get to see you again.

When the day finally arrives, it’s hard to stay asleep as I’m wracked with excitement but also nerves, wondering if you actually will show up and oh I hope that you do. I even tried a little harder with my clothes for my shift at work, wearing a Black Sabbath shirt I made into a v-neck a long time ago and my best pair of ripped black jeans along with a red flannel. This v-neck is one of the only ones I still wear after what happened to me in the upside down because it doesn’t show my scars. I also decide to wear a newer pair of doc martens and I adorn my signature rings and chain on my jeans. Over everything, I throw on a denim jacket I got as a hand me down from my uncle Wayne a while ago since you have my leather jacket, hoping I get to see you wear it tonight.

While at work, my eyes wander to the door every time the door opens, hoping to see you. Even when customers aren’t coming in, my eyes wander to the door constantly as I wonder when you’ll get here.

Coworkers of mine notice I’m a little distracted but don’t give me too much grief for it, just hoping that I’m okay and whatever is on my mind isn’t something to worry about.

At one point a couple of girls come in and take their place at the bar. They come in every other week or so and always compliment me and my band, flirting with us. I’ve noticed I seem to be a favorite of one of the girl’s, always coming up to talk to me and trying to pull me away to have a cigarette outside with her. This night is no different. As I’m making their drinks, she says something about my shirt and how it shows off my necklace and chest. I just give her a chuckle with a grin as I slide her drink over to her. “Thanks. I haven’t worn it in a while.” I look at the other girls. “Can I get you guys anything else?”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I spot you right away behind the bar. I mean how could I not with how fucking hot you look tonight? Even from the door I can see the little dip in the collar of your shirt, exposing just the slightest bit of your chest. Shit, he really is going to kill me. I hope he likes that I wore his jacket.

I slip past the few people between me and the same spot I sat the last time I was here. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed me yet because I see you helping a couple girls. I wait patiently for my turn and can’t help but overhear parts of your conversation with them. The one girl is clearly flirting with you but your responses are having a likely unintended effect on me. Despite the girl's comments, you seem to be all business. Not once do I hear you call them pretty or sweetheart. I press my thighs together remembering all the times you called me those delightful words in just our first meeting. It’s making my cheeks flush and I haven’t even had any alcohol yet.

I wrap myself tighter in your jacket and try to discreetly lean down and smell it. After a few days in my apartment, it doesn’t smell quite as good as it did the night I accidentally brought it home but I can still smell your lingering scent clinging to the worn leather.

I prop my elbows up on the bar top and allow myself to take in your appearance as I wait for the big bright smile I hope you’ll have when you see that I did honor the pinky promise. I laugh in my mind, as if there was any chance I wouldn’t come see you again.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

“Your number would be nice,” the girl continues to flirt with me. I’m a bit surprised and flattered that she wants my number, but I’m not really interested in her like that. I mean yeah she’s beautiful, but she seems like the type of girl I would mess around with in high school. The ones who would just be with me because it would upset their parents or their ex or because they want to know what it’s like to be with the freak.

“Let’s keep it professional, yeah?” I chuckle before my mind is suddenly back on you and I start to look around again. It doesn’t take long for my eyes to land on you, seeing you sitting at the bar staring at me. A smile lights up my face immediately before I take in how you look. I don’t see your whole outfit since you’re sitting at the bar, but I see your Dio shirt and…holy shit, she’s wearing my jacket. Oh fuck she looks so good in it, too. I want to see her wear it all the time, Jesus Christ. I groan internally at the sight of you before I’m pulling my shit together and walking over.

“There she is,” I say once I make it over and set down an empty glass in front of you, pulling out the liquor I like to use for the Long Island. “Was beginning to think you changed your mind, sweetheart.” I tease before I start pouring. “How’s my favorite customer?”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Your smile lifts me up out of my seat and onto cloud 9! Then hearing your voice again after missing it these past few days really solidifies how bad I’ve got it. I give you a little wave as you walk over towards me.

“Never! I wouldn’t miss the chance to see you again for the world!” I lean my cheek against my hand as I watch you work, “I’m good. Really good actually, how’s my favorite guitarist doing tonight?”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

“Who me?” I scoff playfully when you say you wouldn’t miss the chance to see me for the world and call me your favorite guitarist as I pour some gomme syrup into the glass followed by whiskey. “I’m pretty sure you’re just after this drink.” I can’t help but flirt and tease you whenever I’m around you, it comes to me like second nature.

“I’m good, sweet girl, thank you for asking.” Once everything is poured into the glass, I then pour it into the shaker, sealing it up with the other end before I start to shake after sending you a wink.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

“You caught me,” I playfully wink back, “I can’t help it, you had me hooked with that first sip. You’re a pretty close second though.” Teasing you back gives me a fuzzy feeling in my chest that I want to keep chasing.

I giggle into my hand when you call me sweet girl, “Of course, sweet boy! I promised I’d be here for your whole entire set tonight so I need to make sure you’re feeling your best!” I lean in towards the bar trying to get as close to you as I can, “Do you’re best out there ok? Because I’ll be right here cheering you on!”

Just out of sheer curiosity, I glance over at the girls you’d been talking with when I walked in and the scowl coming from the one who’d asked for your number made me feel so thankful that I’d somehow managed to catch your attention. Not that I’m trying to make strangers jealous but knowing now that your flirty nicknames aren’t something you do with just anyone makes me feel desired in a way I haven’t felt in a long time.

I forget about everyone else in this bar and look back at you as though it’s just the two of us here and you’re about to play just for me. I know that’s obviously not true but hey I can pretend, “I’m really looking forward to the show Eddie. I can’t wait to watch you play.”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

“I’m glad you were able to make it out,” I admit truthfully, softly, breaking the seal on the shaker before pouring your drink. I put a little umbrella in it again in the same color you said was your favorite. “Um…” I rub the back of my neck as I look you over once again, not able to take my eyes off you. “You look really nice tonight.” I feel a bit shy at giving you a compliment, blushing a little and playing with my rings.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I lock eyes with you as I take a sip of the drink you made me, I let out a please sigh, “Ahh! Delicious! It’s a shame that these are so strong and I don’t have a sweet metalhead who could drive me home if I got a little tipsy,” I watch you play with your rings and I wonder if we are feeling something similar. Even though this is only our third time seeing each other, something feels a little different than when we ran into each other at the grocery store. Hearing that you think I look nice feels like such a direct complement, I can’t be reading this wrong, right? When you tell someone you think they look nice…I take in your body language again, he’s definitely blushing…that means more right? He wants to get to know me more than just as a friend.

My cheeks join yours with a light flush, “You look really nice tonight too Eddie. The v neck is a really good look for you. Your um, your rings are really cool. Can I see them closer?”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I lift my gaze back to yours when you compliment me back, blushing a little more when you tell me the v-neck is a good look for me. When you ask to look at my rings closer, I raise my eyebrows in surprise. “Sure.” I nod a bit dumbly before I give you both of my hands so you can see the single ring that still adorns my right hand while the three larger rings are on my left.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

My heart pounds when you extend your fingers towards me. I lean into the sight of them, thrilled to see them so close. I look up into your eyes silently asking to touch your hands, moving really slowly as I lift them up into my own and pull my gaze away from your warm brown eyes to examine the shapes of your rings. I run my thumb over the large skull, “I like this one. They suit you.” Your hands feel so warm in mine. I realize I’m basically holding both of your hands and I don’t want to let go.

I gently set your hands back down, then tuck my hair behind my ears and grab at my glass to keep them from touching you again, “So, umm, when did you start playing guitar? The little bit I got to see last time, it’s no doubt you’ve been playing for a while.”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

It’s like I’m holding my breath the entire time you hold your hands in mine and look at my rings. The first thing I notice is how small your hands are compared to mine and I swallow down a whine that had threatened to escape from the sheer need to hold you in my arms. I watch you as you look down at my rings, the way you examine them. When a hair falls in front of your face, it takes everything for me not to tuck it back behind your ear. But you do it for me when you pull away, and I finally let the breath go.

My eyes land on your hands on the glass of your drink, seeing the condensation collect at the sides of your fingers before I realize you’re asking me a question. “Uh…” I have to think about it for a second, one of my eyes squinted shut as I cock my head to the side in thought before I remember. “I was 10 when Wayne gave me his old guitar so…12 years? Yeah, 12 years.”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Oh damn, he looks so cute! Look at that cute little squinty face he just made, “Wow that’s a long time. No wonder you’re so good. Who’s Wayne?” My first assumption is your father but then I wonder why you wouldn’t have just said father.

I take a big sip of my drink and let the liquor loosen my inhibitions a bit because my lips just keep moving, “Your jacket is really warm. I don’t know if I want to give it back,” I look up at you with a playful flirty smile and continue sipping my drink, “I mean the weather is getting colder out.”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

“Oh, sorry, Wayne is my uncle.” I chuckle before I look around, happy that it isn’t too busy so I’m able to talk with you.

My eyes wander to the way my jacket frames you, making you look even smaller and adorable yet hot at the same time. Grinning mischievously at your words, I say, “Keep it warm for me then, princess. It looks better on you than it ever could look on me anyway.”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

The air in my lungs empties in an instant at your words. For a moment I feel weightless, my heart feels so light that I might float away. You called me princess. I would die happy if I could hear that just one more time. And you think I look good in your jacket? This new development is sending sparks through my body. I feel warmth spreading out from my chest all the way into my fingertips.

My bottom lip drops and then curls back up as I bite it lightly between my teeth, “O-oh, well I mean if it’s ok. I didn’t really mean I wouldn’t give it back, of course it’s yours, but it’s definitely doing a good job keeping me warm, oh” I let out a little nervous laugh, “I’m rambling sorry. Oh god, you’re supposed to be working. I’m sorry I’m keeping you from your job.” I try to distract myself by finishing the rest of my drink and playing with the little umbrella.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

“I know you didn’t really mean it, Erica,” I assure you with a chuckle, placing a hand on your forearm to try and calm your rambling. “Just like how it looks on you, yeah? And, do you see many people in here?” I look around the somewhat empty bar despite a couple regulars and the girls. “You’re not keeping me from anything, sweetheart.” I notice your glass is empty before raising my brows once I meet your eyes again. “You want another? I think I recall you saying something about how you don’t have a ‘certain metalhead’ that could drive you home.” My grin widens a bit. “I happen to be a metalhead and I’d gladly drive you home.”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Your reassuring words help stop my nervous rambling. I sit up a little taller and try to regain my composure, “Thank you for the compliment Eddie. It makes me really happy. I enjoy talking with you so I don’t want you to get in trouble, but you’re right, it looks kinda slow tonight.”

I consider your offer to drive me home. I would love to have some alone time with you again but I don’t want to be selfish of your time, even if you offered I don’t want you to feel like you have to just because I want another drink. There’s also the little spout of feelings for you growing in my chest.

I can already feel the alcohol loosening me up. I’ve never been this flirtatious in my life and if I have another strong mixed drink, I might not be able to stop myself from kissing you goodnight and I’m already worried that you’ll think I’m coming on too strong, “Raincheck? That very kind metalhead told me walking around outside at night could be dangerous so I drove tonight and I wouldn’t want to leave my car here. I will take one more, lighter, drink though before your show starts.”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I look over your expression after I ask you and start to internally panic for a moment. Did I overstep? She’s gonna think I’m trying to get her home and take advantage of her. Oh god I hope she doesn’t think that I just want her to have fun and make sure she gets home safe.

My heart is beating hard in my chest before you ask if we could raincheck and I let out a quiet breath of relief before you say you drove and wouldn’t want to leave your car. I grin and nod in understanding before I’m putting your empty glass away and taking out a clean one to make your second drink. “I can do that.” I say with a wink before I notice Gareth, Berry, and Jeff arrive and are setting up the stage. Once I’m finished making your drink, I set it down for you and smile. “Enjoy that, yeah? I have to go now, but, you remember Tracy right? She’ll be lookin’ after you since I can’t. Enjoy the show, princess.” I give you one more wink before I start heading for the stage.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I give Tracy a friendly smile and wave, remembering how nice she was the last time I was here. Your wink has me biting my lip again as I watch you head to the stage.

I sip my drink and watch the stage waiting for you and your band to finish setting up. My anticipation builds every minute I sit there. My mind wanders to being dragged away from your show last time but not this time. What I got to see last time was incredible so I know I'm in for a good show. I want to see you closer.

I stand from the bar stool and flatten down my skirt, grabbing my drink. I wander through the bar to an open table I see closer to the stage.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

When I get on the stage and start helping the guys, they notice you and look at me. “Is that the same girl from last week, Ed?” Jeff asks with a raised eyebrow and a grin. “Sure is, Jeff, good eyes,” I tell him as I start to hook up the amps, not looking up from what I’m doing. “She moved closer to the stage.” Barry tells me and my head shoots up, my eyes landing on you almost immediately.

I can see the rest of your outfit now. The skirt, the tights, the boots. The skirt. Jesus H Christ she’s going to be the death of me. I mentally fall to my knees with a groan at the sight of you, trying not to pay attention to your thighs too much. When I realize I’m staring, I blush deeply and give you a small wave before going back to what I was doing and cursing under my breath. I hear the guys snickering and turn to face them. “Unless you want your characters to die next session, I would shut up.” I warn. To which they roll their eyes and get back to setting up.

Once we finally do get everything set up, I walk over to the mic and tap it a few times to see if it’s working. When I see that it is, I grin and look at the small amount of people in here before my eyes land on you. “Hey, everyone. I’m Eddie, that’s Jeff on rhythm guitar,” I start to point to the other band members, my friends. “This is Barry on bass, and Gareth on drums. And we’re Corroded Coffin. Let’s break some shit.” I say with a chuckle before the owner pipes up from behind the bar, “There will be no breaking shit!” I pull away from the mic to laugh loudly. “No fun, I swear.” I look to Gareth as he counts us down.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

You look so focused on your task I wonder if you even notice that I got up. When you finally look up I smile wide at you and wave! You look so good up there I find it really hard not to just stare at your shoulders as I watch you plugging things in and moving things as you set up.

The mic feedback as you tap it gets my heart racing because I know that you’re going to start soon. I hear you introducing your bandmates and I instantly want to get to know your friends. I let out a loud laugh when the voice from behind the bar tells you not to break shit. As the music starts playing I can’t help but notice a spark in your eyes that I haven’t seen yet.

In the short time I’ve known you, seeing you perform is showing me a side of you that I want to see more of. You with your guitar up on stage, you literally seem to light up as I watch you during your first song.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Watching your reaction to each song we play is becoming one of my favorite things, encouraging me to put on my best performance as if this were a sold out show at The Garden. We play some originals, some covers, even a few metal versions of pop songs that we put together.

My eyes land on you the majority of the time I’m up on stage, taking in your smile and the way you move to the beat of the songs. It leaves me feeling a bit hot under the collar, but that could also be from playing on stage.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

As your set continues I find myself lost in your sights and sounds. My body dances and moves along in my chair and my neglected drink sits dripping condensation onto the coaster. I cannot take my eyes off of you the whole time.

Listening to all your different songs I find myself enjoying your original works the best. I want to ask you questions about who wrote them, where your inspiration comes from. Your energy that you project to even this small bar makes it seem like a crowded stadium full of screaming fans. I let my imagination run wild and picture myself supporting you as you chase your dream of being a world famous rockstar! I realize that despite our new friendship I would follow you anywhere. Some may think me naive to trust someone I barely know so blindly but they can fuck right off because the glow in your eyes as I catch you looking back at me from up on stage tells me everything I need to know.

I could watch you play for hours but sadly the night goes on and as it tends to do time passes, leaving your show nearly complete. As soon as the last note hits I jump up from my chair and cheer my heart out— clapping my hands and waving to you with a big smile.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I grin widely, a bit wild as you clap and cheer for us and the other people in the bar start to join in, I chuckle and feel a bit sheepish, rubbing the back of my sweaty neck before my eyes find yours and I send you a grateful smile and wink. Watching the way you cheer for me, for my band, it’s something I want all the time. Your encouraging words, your compliments, the way you seem to look at me. And I hope to god I’m not reading too much into this but I could swear those cheers are more for me than my band and it makes my heart skip a beat.

“Thanks for having us. We’ll see you next week!” I say to the crowd before I’m slinging my guitar off my shoulders and setting it on its stand before hopping off the stage. At first, the girls from earlier try to stop to talk to me but my eyes don’t leave you for a second. “Excuse me.” I murmur, stepping through them and making my way over to you. My breathing is a bit heavy from my performance, my bangs sticking to my forehead a little as I’m a bit sweaty. I put my hands into the back pockets of my jeans as I grin at you. “So you liked it?”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I watch you hop off stage and my heart rate quickens as you walk directly over to me without stopping. I’m definitely going to blame my boldness on the alcohol but before my brain realizes what I’m doing, I hurry to meet you in a hug as you ask me if I liked the show.

My arms reach up and wrap around your neck and my feet press up on my tiptoes to squeeze our bodies together. My head tilting to the side of yours. You’re a little sweaty from being on stage but I couldn’t care less. I hug you close to me once more before pulling back, “Eddie that was amazing! I loved every second! Do you write your original works or is it one of your bandmates?” I don’t take my eyes off of you the whole time I’m talking and I feel my cheeks heating up as I made no effort to widen the gap between us after hugging you.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I’m stumbling back a little in surprise when you’re suddenly hugging me, my heart racing moments ago from being on stage to now pounding in my chest for another reason. I wrap an arm around your middle instinctively, my other hand hovering over your hip but not touching.

When you pull back, my eyes are wide from shock but I look down at you in awe as you say you loved every second, my arm loosening a little when you widen the gap. “Gareth and I both write songs.” I huff out in a breath, not realizing I stopped breathing for a moment.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

When I see how wide your eyes are as they look down at me I’m biting at my lip again, nervous that I crossed a line with my hug. I feel your arm that was wrapped around me loosen a bit as we stand there together. I tuck a loose curl behind my ear and step back just another inch and let out a breathy sigh, “That’s so cool!” I start gushing about my favorite parts and singing little lines as I remember from my favorite of your songs, getting myself all excited again I end up spinning around and dancing with excitement, “You’ve definitely got a new fan Eddie! I’ll be here every Tuesday for your shows.”

The sudden noise of your bandmates moving things on stage breaks my focus, “Do you guys need any help packing up?” I really want to find out what you're doing after this because I would spend all night talking to you if I could.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

My arms fall to my sides when you step away and I can only yearn to touch you again, my chest aching the slightest bit. But I’m soon matching your excitement when you talk about the songs we wrote and, wanting to memorize the way you sing forever and I chuckle happily when you dance a little. “Memorizing our lyrics already? You really are a dedicated fan.” I tease, reaching over and squeezing your elbow lightly.

Usually after the show is when I clock out for the night, Tuesdays always being a shorter shift for me since I’m all sweaty when I come off the stage and they don’t want me stinking up the place if I were to stay and make drinks. But I don’t want the night to end, wanting to be around you and talk to you longer. So when you offer to help, I don’t hesitate to agree. “Y-Yeah! Yes, that would be great, thank you.” I say before I walk you to the stage, offering you an arm to help you up. “Guys, this is Erica.” I look at each of them, giving them a look that says ‘be cool.’

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ─

Hearing your praise when you call me a dedicated fan has a goofy smile covering my face, sheepishly I twist my ankle back and forth on the tip of my boot and it only gets harder to hide how I feel when you touch my elbow.

When you help me onto the stage and introduce me to your friends, I feel like I’ve stepped into your world and I’m honored that you are letting me into the glimpse of who you are so I can get to know you better.

I give each of your friends a shy little hello and a wave, “It’s really nice to meet all of you. The show was amazing! You all did a really good job.” I nervously tug at the sleeves of your leather jacket, “So what can I help with?”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Jeff and Gareth are both giving you a skeptical look. With everything they’ve been through in high school, with everything I’ve been through, they tend to keep their guards up when it comes to letting people in. Barry is the first to speak, “Nice to meet you too, Erica. I’m Barry.” Jeff and Gareth put on their best fake smile and mumble a ‘nice to meet you’ before they get back to putting things up.

“You can help roll up the cords,” I suggest as I hand one to you while grabbing one myself to show you the proper way so they don’t get twisted. “Real simple.” I ignore the looks I saw from Gareth and Jeff for now, hoping you didn’t notice them. I just want you to feel welcome.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

When Barry introduces himself I smile at him politely, “Hi Barry, cool shirt,” pointing loosely to the Iron Maiden logo. The other two members seem to be keeping me at arms length, offering little more than a curt nod. I definitely feel like an outsider standing with your group, especially now that the band/audience dynamic is gone. I’m thankful when you speak again and give me a task that I can help with.

For now I try to ignore the unsure stares that I get from the other two and I watch you carefully when you show me how to wrap up the cords, “Ok!” I grab one of the cords and wrap it up just as you showed me, presenting it to you hopeful that I did a good job.

While I continue wrapping cords, my eyes wander to your guitar sitting safely on its stand. The same one that I just spent the whole show staring at while it was wrapped around your body being played by your expert hands. I think back to how your fingers felt when I was looking at your rings. For some reason seeing it up close now feels different. I keep wrapping the cord up that’s in my hands as I walk over to where it’s sitting to get an even closer look. The heels of my boots clicking along the stage. I tuck my skirt under with my hand as I bend down to gently rub the tips of my fingers over the smooth polished surface, “I really like your guitar Eddie. It suits you.” I turn my head over my shoulder to look back at you with a big grin before trying once more to engage with your friends, “So how long have you all been playing together? From the sound of it I’d guess a while. You really seemed to be in sync.”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

At your question, Jeff chimes in, “Ed and I have been playing together since we were little, but we started the band in 8th grade. We’ve known each other a long time.” He keeps his eyes on you for a moment longer after his last statement before looking back to what he’s doing.

“Yeah since we were wee lads,” I chuckle, grabbing Jeff’s head by my inner elbow and giving him a noogie before I let him go and he shoves me with a laugh. “Didn’t I tell you to stop doing that when we were 12?” My grin widens and I place a hand over my heart. “Come on, Jeffy, you know you love it.”

I walk over to you after that exchange and take the cables you had rolled up. “Thanks, sweetheart. You’re a real peach for the help.” Maybe it’s the fact that I still have a high from performing, maybe it’s you willingly wanting to be around me, but I can’t seem to stop smiling right now.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Watching you light up as you joke around with your friends helps me relax a little, even if they are still a little weary of me or my intentions, I’m sure it’s out of love because they care about you. It’s clear that you are all very close.

Maybe it’s the stage lights, maybe it’s the way they create a halo of shine around your hair as you stand in front of me, it could just be that big beautiful smile that has been such a source of joy for me this last week— but I’m pretty sure it’s your voice as you thank me for my help. Whatever it is, it’s warming me from the inside out and I feel my hands practically aching to hug you again, “You’re very welcome Eddie. It was my pleasure.”

Much to my sadness, with 5 of us working it doesn’t take long to get all your gear packed up. The last thing to get put away is the drum set. I decide I want to make something for you to thank you for helping to be a source of light in my life during what could’ve been a very dark time, “Wait!” I shout before Gareth packs up the large bass drum. I hurry over to my bag that I’d set down when I started helping you and pull out my camera, “Do you mind if I take a picture of that?” Pointing to your band’s logo.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I look at you curiously when you ask to take a picture of the band’s logo before smiling. “Uh, yeah, that’s fine.” I agree with a nod before having Gareth set it back down.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

As soon as Gareth sets the drum back down, I walk over and snap a quick picture on my camera, “As soon as I get this film developed I’ve got a surprise you,” I look to you with a wink first and then I address the rest of the band, “All of you!” I walk over to where you're standing and look you in the eye as I grab your hand in mine and squeeze, “I'm going to go pay my tab, I’ll be right back handsome.”

Over at the bar I wave Tracy down, “Hey, I need to pay my bill but I also wanted to thank you for the other day. That was really kind of you.”

She smiles at me, “No problem.” She takes me money and promises to slip you the tip I left without knowing it was from me.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I’m surprised when you say you’ve got a surprise for us, a bit speechless and before I can say anything you’re grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze which just nearly sends me into orbit. I’m probably blushing like crazy when you call me handsome as well before you’re walking off to pay your tab.

“You hear that, Ed? She says she’s got a surprise for you,” Gareth nudges my side with a chuckle and I whip my head to look at him with narrowed eyes as I shove him lightly. “She said she has a surprise for all of us, dipshit, don’t make it weird.” Jeff and Barry laugh along with Gareth and I roll my eyes before I’m looking over to you again.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I hear laughter from the stage as I walk back through the bar thinking about how much fun I’ve had tonight. I know I should really get going but I don’t want tonight to end. I wish I could spend every minute with you. I take a deep breath before I reach you and decide that if I can't at least ask for your number, then nothing will ever happen.

When I reach the stage again I look up and try to catch your attention, “Eddie? I should probably get going. Would you mind walking me to my car?”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

As I look at you I’ve decided in my mind that I am going to ask for your number, feeling hopeful the more I’m around you and going with my gut. I want to see more of you, and I want to be the one that makes you smile. Oh, you are definitely going to ruin my life, and I can’t fucking wait.

After you ask me to walk you to your car, I perk up, seeing my opportunity and not wasting it for a second. “Uh yeah! Yeah, no problem.” I hop off the stage to stand in front of you, giving you a slightly nervous smile. “Shall we?”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I swallow hard and nod. Walking slowly beside you, savoring your energy, your smell, and the warmth that your presence has on my mind. Walking this close to you has my heart pounding! I wait until we are outside to speak again, “I know I’ve probably said it a dozen times but I really enjoyed your show Eddie. Your friends seemed really nice too,” I let out a nervous little giggle, “Although I’m not sure Gareth liked me very much.”

Just as I finish talking we reach the driver's side door of my car. I know my face must be bright red but my eyes are locked with yours again as I try to keep my courage and ask you for your number. The words build up in my throat but when I open my mouth again all that comes out is, “Thank you for walking me to my car Eddie. You’re a real gentleman.”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, sweetheart.” I place a hand on the small of your back briefly before dropping it back to my side and clearing my throat. When we get to your car, my heart is pounding and I try to muster the courage to ask for your number. All I have to do is ask. It should be easy. Why is this so hard?!

“Thanks for coming out tonight, Erica,” I say softly as I look over your features, seeing your flushed cheeks and I bite my lip. I notice a loose curl in your face and my fingers twitch with the want to tuck it behind your ear but I resist. “Um…” Jesus why won’t the words come out?! Just ask for her number! “Drive home safe, okay?”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

My body somehow simultaneously freezes and melts at the same time when I feel your hand on the small of my back, I want to grab it and tell you to keep it there forever, fuck! Your soft touches are going to make me fall to my knees for you!

My lips part and suck in a very shaky breath before chewing on my lip again, “I will Eddie, you too. Um,” I’m screaming at myself in my head— just ask! I start talking really fast, so fast I’m not even sure you will understand what I said, “IfyougivemeyournumberIcancallyoutoletyouknowIgothomesafe…”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I give a small nod and go to turn away to walk back in, already mentally yelling at myself for being such a coward before you’re suddenly talking really fast. Did…did she just ask for my number? Did I hear that right? Quickly, maybe a bit too quickly, I turn back around to face you. “Come again?” I ask as I take a step closer.

“Was that cute little ramble of words just now you asking for my number?” I place a hand on my chest. “Because that isn’t fair, sweetheart. I was supposed to ask for yours.”

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I relax a bit when you say you were about to also ask me the same question. In the hopeful part of my brain it makes me wonder if you are also dancing around these budding feelings, just as I am. Too afraid that the other might not reciprocate, “Oh yeah?” I can’t help but smile at you when you place your hand over your chest.

I go digging in my bag for a pen, “Well in that case,” I take your hand in mine and lift it up. The tip of my tongue sticks out in concentration as I write my phone number onto the back of your hand, adding a little heart next to my name afterwards, “How about you call me and let me know my favorite rockstar got home safely?” The amount of self control it takes not to kiss you goodnight is palpable, “Goodnight Eddie. I’ll see you later.” I give your hand one last squeeze before getting in my car and heading home.

Once I get home I definitely don’t feel like a giddy teenager again changing into my pajamas and waiting by the phone hoping that it’ll ring.

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