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written for @steddieholidaydrabbles | prompt: alone | rating: t | wc: 997 | tags: hurt comfort, steve has migraines, eddie takes care of him, hand holding, forehead kisses read on ao3
No one notices when Steve slips out the front door. No one but Eddie, who tells Jonathan heâs going out for a smoke and follows him.
There are only woods around the Hopper-Byers cabin, and the only light comes from the Christmas lights hanging from the roof so it takes a moment for Eddieâs eyes to adjust to the near darkness. He sees Steve sitting on the steps with his head between his knees and taking slow, deep breaths.Â
âSteve?â Eddie speaks softly, trying not to startle him but Steve still flinches. âYou okay?âÂ
âIâm fine,â Steve mumbles, keeping his head down.Â
Eddie sits next to him. âWanna try again? That wasnât very convincing.â
Steve groans but itâs not his âEddie is being annoyingâ groan, itâs a pained groan.Â
ââS just a headache, âm fine,â Steve insists but his voice sounds weak.Â
âLook at me.â Eddie squeezes his knee. âStevie, please, look at me.âÂ
Steve sighs but lifts his head. Eddie canât help but wince at how he looks. His face is twisted into a grimace, his skin is paper-white and there are tears in his eyes.Â
âOh, Steve. Itâs a migraine, isnât it? A bad one?â He gently brushes some hair off Steveâs face. Steve gives a tiny nod. âWhen did it start?âÂ
âA few hours ago,â Steve says with a shuddery breath. âWhile shopping with Robin, all the lights, the music and the crowdsââ
âWhy didnât you say something?âÂ
Steve shrugs, then winces. âDidnât want to worry anyone.âÂ
âOf course not.â Thatâs why Steve still showed up to the Hopper-Byers Christmas party, knowing there would be loud music and even louder kids, and then forced himself to smile through his pain. Eddie sighs. âCâmon, Iâm taking you home.âÂ
âNo, Edsââ Steve protests weakly. âI can drive myself-â
Eddie huffs. âSteve, you canât even keep your eyes open right now.â
âBut the partyââ
ââwill carry on without us,â Eddie finishes, rolling his eyes. âWait here, okay?âÂ
Steve sighs and nods, and Eddie squeezes his knee again before heading back inside.Â
He finds Robin and tells her that Steve isnât feeling well and heâs taking him home.Â
âDo you want me to come?â She asks, worried.
âNah, I got him,â Eddie says. Steve wouldnât want someone else to leave the party early because of him. âJust tell Hopper Iâll pick up the van tomorrow, okay?âÂ
âOkay, thanks, Eddie,â she says with a quick hug.Â
Outside, Eddie finds Steve leaning against the railing, looking like heâs about to keel over.Â
âAlright, big boy. Letâs get you home,â he says, leading them to the Beemer.
âNo van?âÂ
âNope. You complain about how fucking loud my van is on a good day. Figured you wouldnât appreciate it today of all days.â
Steve chuckles weakly. âAdmit it, you just want an excuse to drive a cool car for once.âÂ
Eddie scoffs indignantly. âMy van is plenty cool, Harrington.âÂ
âUh huh.âÂ
He sticks his tongue out at Steve and starts the car. The drive to his house is quiet. Eddie turns the radio all the way off, Steve keeps his head against the window and his eyes closed, and Eddie tries his best not to jostle the car too much.Â
He has to gently shake Steveâs shoulder once they arrive and then he follows him inside.Â
He goes straight to his bedroom and collapses on the bed, taking his shoes off but leaving his jeans and his ugly Christmas sweater on.Â
Eddie finds some sleeping clothes and tosses them his way. âTake those jeans off, Harrington.â
Steve huffs. âAt least buy me dinner first, Munson,â he says, his hands working on his belt buckle.Â
Eddieâs cheeks turn pink but with just the moonlight illuminating the room through the curtains, he doubts Steve can see it. âSo thatâs what it takes to get into Steve Harringtonâs pants?â
âUsually,â Steve says, shoving his jeans off before sliding on sweatpants, keeping his movements slow to not make his headache worse. âBut for a guy as hot as you, I can make an exception.â
Eddie chokes on his spit. Leave it to Steve to flirt while his head is waging a war against the rest of him. Â
After changing out of his Christmas sweater, Steve falls back into bed, burrowing his face into his pillow with a groan. The mattress dips when Eddie sits next to him, his back against the headboard. Steve blinks one eye open. âYou donât have to stay, Iâmââ
â-in no condition to be alone right now,â Eddie finishes, rolling his eyes.
âYou should go back to the party. I didnât mean to ruin your nightââ
âSteve Harrington called me hot. Nothing could ruin my night after that,â he jokes even if thereâs some truth to it.Â
Steve groansâ this time it is his âEddie is being annoyingâ groan. âIâm gonna regret saying that.âÂ
âBecause you didnât mean it orââ
âOh, I meant it,â Steve says, rolling to his side and looking up at Eddie through half-lidded eyes that might not have anything to do with his migraine. âBut now you can hold it against me.â
âIt would be kind of hypocritical of me since I also find you hot,â Eddie says, playing with a rip in his jeans.Â
Steveâs fingers find his, intertwining them. âIf my head wasnât about to explode I would suggest we do something about that.â
Eddieâs widen. âSomething likeââ
âLike kissing. Though I could be persuaded to do other things.â
âJesus,â Eddie says laughing shakily. âNow my head feels like it might explode.â
âWe can talk in the morning,â Steve says, shifting until he finds a comfortable position.Â
âThought you didnât want me to stay,â Eddie teases.
âSaid you didnât have to stay, Eds. I always want you here.âÂ
Eddieâs stomach flutters. âOkay,â he says, sliding down until heâs lying next to Steve, their fingers still intertwined.Â
âThanks for taking care of me,â Steve whispers, half asleep already.Â
âAnytime, sweetheart,â Eddie says softly, kissing Steveâs forehead. âAnytime.â
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Inuyasha crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes with a playful smirk. âTch. Youâre lucky Iâm in a good mood, or Iâd show you just how much power Iâve got, you smug jerk.â His tone held more amusement than actual bite, though, and his smirk softened as Ryu hopped down from the tree.
As Ryu mentioned Narakuâs associate, Inuyashaâs ears twitched, and he frowned. âFar worse, huh? Thatâs just great.â He plopped down beside Ryu, resting his Tessaiga across his lap. âNarakuâs already enough of a pain in the ass. We donât need some bigger headache crawling out of the woodwork.â
He tilted his head slightly, his golden eyes scanning Ryuâs expression. âYou got a name or a face for this associate? Or are we stuck playing Narakuâs stupid guessing games again?â Despite his grumbling, there was genuine curiosity in his voiceâand maybe just a hint of concern.
After a moment, he leaned back, propping himself up with his hands. âBut you know what? Forget that for a minute. If weâre gonna deal with something worse than Naraku, weâll need to save our energy. SoâŚâ He glanced at Ryu with a sly grin. âHow about you humor me and actually relax for once? You can tell me about this âfar worseâ guy after.â
INU: Old Gods & Half Demons
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What Arcane characters would gift you for Christmas!
Jinx, Vi, Ekko, Viktor, Jayce
(Semi crack Drabble⌠sorry for going super long with Viktorâs and Jayceâs HCs. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH)
(Jayce is Hispanic in my hc :3)
ENJOY AND HAVE FUN LOVE YALL<3
Not proofread
JINX
Hear me out⌠the first thing she would plan to gift you are decorated safety googles.
As a matter of fact everything she gifts you is handmade!
She knows you love to spend time with her when sheâs in her workshop and the extra spare of googles she had were pretty crappyâŚ
âUgh, these old things? Pfft, they look like theyâve been through a freakinâ explosion⌠oh wait, they probably have! We gotta get you a new pair soon toots!â
Theyâd be totally decked out! Lots of character as she calls it.
âOkay toots check it out! Maximum protection but most importantly! They got style!â
The googles themselves would be in her classic style, very colorful paint, cute little heart scribbles all around! And of course lots of glitterâŚ.
â"I mean, you've got to stay safe while causing mayhem, right? And hey, if we're blowing stuff up together, you'll definitely need these. Plus, I made them perfectly for you. No one else will have goggles like these... trust me!"
I totally see her adding little handmade jewelry from her gears and spare parts, would totally make you a belt or choker out of spare bullets.
Vi
She would totally panic on what to get you for Christmas. Like what if you suddenly hate the thing youâve loved since the very beginning sheâs known you???
Would end up both buying and making you something!
Sheâs make you something small but meaningful
âOkay Okay fine! You can open mine now. Just donât laugh too hard CupcakeâŚâ
Youâd open the poorly wrapped gift to uncover a bright pink scarf she knitted you! The stitching is a mess.. there a holeâs through the project (no doubt a missed stitch) but in all honesty it so cute you feel like your heart might explode.
"Yeah, I know I'm not, uh, the best at this kind of thing," she mutters, scratching the back of her neck, "but I figured you could use something to keep warm... and, you know, 'cause it's winter. And... you're important to me."
Guys please tell her she did an amazing job PLEASE.
She would also totally buy you a pair of combat boots! Totally saved up for months in advance.
She loves the idea of being able to match and have a bit of her style on you!
Ekko
Just like Jinx (sobs) heâd also make something for you!
The first thing heâd give you would be a little sketch book full of drawings of you from random moments throughout your relationship he remembers oh so clearly.
"I've been working on it for a while... It's... it's just a bunch of drawings. I mean, not just anything. Stuff that made me think of you. Stuff we've done, or things I hope we do. I don't know, it just felt like the best way to show how I feel about... well, us."
Okay he would also totally make you matching jewelry (matching clock hand necklaces?)
Youâd force him to take the hour hand since itâs shorter (heheheh little man)
Once you explain your reasoning as to why he should take the smaller one he sighs disappointedlyâŚ
"Okay, okay, I get it," he finally says, a little less playful now, his voice softening. "I guess if you want me to wear it, I can..."
Then, a grin creeps back onto his face as he adds, "But don't think I'm letting you off the hook with the minute hand. You're wearing that one for sure." He places the hour hand necklace around his neck, the smaller pendant resting there, and looks up at you with that mischievous gleam in his eye.
He pauses, holding up his necklace, "I'm still the one with the bigger job. You'll just have to keep up." A proud smug smirk now rests on his face.
Viktor
FUCK WHERE DO I BEGIN I LOVE THIS MAN
o k a y. He would just like Vi panic⌠not because he doesnât know what to get you but because he totally is going Christmas shopping late⌠very very late.
As much as I would love to say heâd make some little invention to make your day easier and give it to you for Christmas I donât see it happening.
Not because he wouldnât do it but because he already does it all the time! A little example, youâre late for work often? A little robot that hits you with a plastic squishy hammer every morning at 7 am waking you up when he canât!
Heâd definitely want to make Christmas special, I see him buying you something and then doing something special for you too!
Christmas morning would be greeted with warm hugs and kisses along with an even warmer bowl of potato soup!
He wanted to make sure he perfected his motherâs BramboraÄka recipe. It was a once a year meal him and his mother shared every Christmas day.
Heâs not a good cook by any means⌠but this is the one dish he can make and oh boy can he make it.
"Don't expect perfection," he says with a small, self-conscious smile, as you catch him sneaking a taste of the soup. Viktor looks up, his gaze softening. "I hope you like it," he says, and despite his usual perfectionism, there's a quiet pride in his voice. You take a sip, and the rich flavors of mushrooms, potatoes, and herbs immediately comfort you, just like his mother's love must've comforted him all those years ago.
OKAY for the making gift he planned I see him commissioning something due to the fact a lot of his inventions lack aesthetics.
Specifically I see him commissioning a music box that functions as a a jewelry box as well! He would have loved to make it himself but he was worried he wouldnât have gotten the look right.
"Do you like it?" he asks, his voice softer than usual, as if he's worried about the reception. "I had it made... I thought... it might remind you of us."
The detail was breathtaking-floral patterns etched into the surface, with tiny gears and delicate metalwork accenting the edges. The craftsmanship was stunning, and you couldn't help but run your fingers over the smooth finish.
you lifted the lid, and a gentle, lilting melody began to play. It was slow and sweet, a tune that felt timeless, and as you stared at the tiny figurines inside, your breath caught.
His fingers fidgeted with the edge of his cane, his gaze flicking between you and the music box. "I commissioned it," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "I had the craftsman use a sketch I made. It's how I see us... in my mind. How I feel when I hold you." He paused, his expression softening. "I thought... I thought you deserved something that would remind you of that. Of... how much you mean to me."
Jayce
Oh hon⌠Jayce would spoil you rotten.
Iâm talking presents are overflowing underneath the tree.
You thought you lost your favorite piece of clothing? WRONG! He commissioned for more to be made in different colors and textures for you.
All the fragrances in the world he knew you would enjoy.
Cozy adorable pajamas we would give you Christmas morning so you could cuddle up drinking hot chocolate.
Spends Christmas Eve spoiling you and cuddling and being so tooth rottenly sweet.
Itâs Christmas Eve, the scene was almost overwhelming. The living room looked like a perfectly curated holiday catalog-twinkling lights, a roaring fireplace, and, of course, an absurd number of gifts. Jayce sat cross-legged beside the tree, an excited grin lighting up his face as he handed you the first box. He had merely grinned, sheepish yet unrepentant. "What can I say? I got carried away?.â
"Open this one first," he urged, nearly vibrating with excitement. Inside was a bottle of an exquisite fragrance, the glass etched with delicate, swirling designs. It smelled divine-rich, warm, and entirely you.
"I figured you'd like that," he said eyes carefully watching everyone expression you make. You swear if he had a tail it would be swishing uncontrollably right now.
Christmas Day would be you spending Christmas day at his motherâs house!
(Listen Iâm hc them as hispanic because for one HIS MOMS NAME HIS XIMENA⌠and two because why not :3 )
You have a great relationship with his Mother, she absolutely adores you and sees you as her daughter.
Thereâs lots of yummy food sheâs prepared⌠perhaps too much for just 3 people?
Nonetheless, a pot of pozole, tamales de puerco and de dulce! And of course she made jayceâs favorite choco flan!
God she urges to to eat until you nearly pop! You have to undo your belt by the end of the nightâŚ
"Come, sit!" his mom insisted, pulling out a chair for you. "Jayce told me you've never had my tamales. That's a crime! Here, start with this." She placed one on your plate, her eyes twinkling.
Jayce sat beside you, his grin widening as you took your first bite. "Good, right?" he asked, nudging you playfully.
You could only nod, savoring the perfectly seasoned masa and tender filling.
Later in the evening, when everyone was too full to move, Jayce leaned over and slipped his hand into yours. His eyes were soft, his voice low as he said, "I'm glad you're here. Thisâ" he gestured to the lively scene around you, "âfeels perfect with you."
#viktor x reader#arcane fic#arcane x you#jayce talis x reader#viktor arcane#arcane imagines#ekko x reader#arcane x reader#jinx arcane#jinx#viktor x you#vi x reader#vi x you#ekko arcane#ekko#ekko x you#jayce talis#jayce x reader#arcane#arcane jayce#jayce#vi arcane#arcane x gender neutral reader#arcan
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And the Award Goes To... // A Carmen Berzatto Fanfic
18+!! MDNI!!
A/N: When this year started I definitely did not foresee myself writing not only one but two depraved fanfics both about hooking up in award ceremony bathrooms... but here we are.
This one actually took so long and I don't even really know if I like it but I hope y'all enjoy it. Big cheating vibes so if you're not into that don't read. Ok thanks bye!
Summary: As a writer for Vogue, you've been assigned to cover The James Beard Awards this year. This would be great, as your boyfriend is a nominee, if it weren't for the fact that your toxic ex was also nominated for the same goddamn award...
Warnings: cheating, smut, unprotected piv (wrap it before you tap it guys), choking, dom/sub dynamics, bit of degradation, porn with lots of plot, asshole boyfriend, asshole carmy, no usage of y/n
WC: ~5.8k
Enjoy!!
Nerves. Thatâs all youâve been feeling this entire week.
When your boss had told you in October that you were assigned to cover the James Beard Awards you were elated. Partially because, you know, it was the goddamn James Beard Awards, but mostly because it would be your first major story at Vogue. You had been a writer for their Food column for a few months at that point, and while it wasnât exactly as you had imagined it while writing it over and over in your manifestation journal, it wasnât bad, and you were sure you could work your way up. This story was a chance for you to do so, so why would you pass it up?
What you didnât know when you accepted the assignment weeks before the nominations came out, was that your new boyfriend, Alex Moore, would be nominated for Best Chef in the Midwest. This wouldnât have been a problem- in fact quite the opposite -if it werenât for the fact that your toxic ex who you hadnât seen in ages was nominated for The Same. Damn. Award.
Now itâs May, and the dreaded day has arrived. You finish applying your vampy lipstick with a shaky hand as you hear Alex yell for you from downstairs. You two have been together for about 10 months now, and itâs been great. Alex is good; heâs stable. Sure heâs a bit egotistical and barely has any free time, but heâs a chef, arenât they all that way? Alex talks about the future with you, he always calls when heâs tied up at the restaurant, he tells you he loves you.
Heâs nothing like your ex, which is a good thing. You think. You love him. You think.
You rush down the stairs with your red Louboutins click-clacking on each wooden step. The shoes had been a six-month anniversary gift from Alex, who apparently didnât know that anniversary means year. Your boyfriend came from old money which he loved to throw around, especially when it came to spoiling you. He had also purchased the dress you were wearing that night. It wasnât something you would pick out, but it was nice. Simple and sexy without showing much skin.
âFinally,â he sighs, seeing you make it to the bottom of the stairs, âYou look great in that dress. Shoes are a nice touch.â
âThanks baby,â you say, approaching him where he stands by the counter, âYou look hot,â
You go to give him a kiss but he puts his hand up before your lips can reach him, âHey! Watch it!â He scolds, âI donât want red lipstick marks all over me when I accept my award tonight, so youâre gonna have to keep it in your pants, nympho,â
You roll your eyes at the nickname, one that he gave you a few weeks into living together. Alex thinks itâs crazy that you want to have sex once (if not maybe two or three times) a day. Heâs nothing like your ex.
â
When you arrive at the awards ceremony, your heart is racing. You had been squeezing Alexâs hand like a lifeline the entire ride there; he chalked it up to you being nervous about the work aspect of tonight.
You weave through people hand-in-hand with your boyfriend, saying hello to those you recognized, being introduced to those you didnât. Currently, you were becoming acquainted with the sommelier from some new fusion place. Alex knew him from college. Or from when he did his training in Belgium? You aren't sure, you werenât really listening. The only thing youâre focused on tonight is avoiding a very specific nominee. You hope you donât seem too distracted in this (very boring) conversation.
âIâm gonna go find our seats,â you say to Alex, excusing yourself from the hellish small-talk, âIt was great to meet you,â you say to- actually, you never caught her name.
As you saunter through the rows of tables, scanning each place card for you and your loverâs names, you try to calm yourself down. âNo sign of him yet,â you think, âMaybe he wonât even come. That would be just like him, not showing up.â
Finally, you find the place card reading âAlex Mooreâ, but when you look at the table setting next to it, itâs empty. You glance around the table- maybe it blew off the plate? As you scan the surrounding area, you grow a bit concerned. Did they forget to put your name out? Were you even supposed to be there? You had no trouble getting in at the door, but-
âLooking for this?â
You freeze. Of fucking course he found your seat before you could.
You turn on your stiletto to see no one other than your ex-boyfriend, Carmen Berzatto, Executive Chef of The Bear. He stares back at you with your place card between his two fingers like a cigarette. Fitting.
âPlease give that back,â you say, doing your best to seem unfazed by his presence.
âWow,â he responds in mock-offense, âThatâs the hello I get after all this time? Câmon, Jig,â
You wince at the nickname. You and Carmen had met while you were bartending in college. He was a regular at your bar, and you were a bright-eyed bushy-tailed 21-year-old hoping to make it as a food writer in the big city. You two bonded over your love of food, and would trade recommendations back and forth for different spots around town. You were the only bartender out of the whole staff who used a jigger (was no one else worried about their ratios??), so before he knew your name he would just call you Jigger, which then got shortened to Jig. Even after he finally asked for your name (and number), and even throughout your 3-year relationship (if you could even call it that), he still called you Jig more than your actual name.
âHello Carmen,â you reply with a tight smile, extending your hand, âMay I please have my place card for my seat?â You ask again.
As he opens his mouth to respond, you hear Alex calling out for you, âBabe!â He quickly walks over to where you and Carmen stand, âHey, you found our seats?â He turns to look at Carmen, âHey man, good to see you!â He embraces the chef, and takes a step back, looking at the place card in his hand, âWhy do you have my girlfriendâs name in your hand?â
You panic. âUmmm⌠Carmen here found it on the ground, and he was kind enough to pick it up and come find me with it,â You (not so kindly) snatch the white paper out from between his fingers, âthank you again,â You hope your tone makes it clear that you want him to walk away.
âFind youâŚâ Alex looks between the two of you, obviously confused, âSorry, do you two know each other?â Shit.
Carmen looks at you, amused. You didnât tell your boyfriend about him.
âYeah!â You say, a little too enthusiastically, âUm yeah! I erm, I interviewed Carmen about The Bear for that article a few months back, remember honey?â
Alex looks back at you and thinks for a second. âOh right, I remember that article,â
You never wrote an article about The Bear.
âAnd how could I forget such a face,â Carmen chimes in. You try to give him a warning with your eyes, and he seems to receive it when he says, âWell, itâs good to see you both, I should go find my place card this time. Good luck out there tonight, Alex,â He pats your boyfriend on the bicep.
âHey, you too, man,â Alex responds, grinning. As Carmen walks away, he leans down to you and whispers not-so-discreetly, âHeâll need it,â
You try to ignore the comment as the two of you sit down. Your boyfriend was a good chef, a great chef even, but Carmen was better. When you read through the nominations all those months ago, you knew he would win tonight. As someone who had watched the man in his element, there was no doubt in your mind: Carmen would take home the award.
As people continue to mingle and find their seats, you take a glance around the room. The reception hall was huge, there had to be at least a thousand people in the building. Which is why itâs so painfully ironic that Carmenâs seat is in direct eye-line with yours. As you continue to survey your surroundings, his icy blue eyes meet yours. He was staring at you with a familiar look in his eye, and you try to ignore the knots it was tying your stomach into. You quickly look away, turning your attention back to Alex. He turns to look at you, and you go to give him a quick peck, forgetting your conversation from earlier. He once again stops you, rearing his head back to avoid your lips (or your lipstick, rather, so he claims).
âSorry, I forgot,â you say dejectedly to your boyfriend, who looks at you like you just tried to stab him, âIâm gonna run to the bathroom really quickly before they get started,â you tell him, touching his arm.
âOkay, my speech wonât be until later in the ceremony, so no rush babe,â your ever so confident man responds.
You grab your purse as you head out of the large room, searching for the bathroom. You wish you could find an usherâŚ
âLooking for the restroom?â Asks a young man in a suit. You nod. âItâs-â
âI can show her,â you hear from behind you as someone takes your arm, and before you know it, Carmen is leading you down the hall.
You quickly pull back from him, âWould you leave me alone?â You say quietly, hoping no one is watching or hearing this, âI am trying to work and enjoy my night, okay? You should do the same,â you start down the hallway again, alone this time.
âAlrightâŚâ Carmen says behind you, âthe bathroom isnât that way, just so you know.â
You stop, and turn to face him again, âSo then where the fuck were you taking me?â You ask, exasperated.
âWell, if you would let me show youâŚâ Carmen looks at you expectantly.
You stare back at him silently, and finally allow yourself to actually look at him. He looks good. Like, really good. Carmen never dresses up, but when he does, good lord heâs a sight for sore eyes. You indulge, ogling at the way his black dress shirt sits taught against his strong chest. Even under the thick suit he has on, you can see his strong arms. Those arms that used to hold you, throw you around, flip you over, help you bounce up and down on-
âMy eyes are up here, yâknow,â Carmen says sarcastically, obviously noticing what you were doing.
You ignore his comment and his noticing, âif I follow you to this mystery place will you leave me alone tonight?â
âIs that really what you want?â Carmen responds with a certain edge to his voice. An edge you recognize. An edge you miss.
You gulp. âYes,â you say quietly.
âYou were always a bad liar,â Carmen mutters, walking past you down the hall, âcâmon, Jig,â he says for the second time tonight.
â
After a few more hallways and a flight of stairs, you and Carmen arrive on the roof of the building. As soon as youâre outside, the blonde pulls out a pack of cigarettes, silently offering you one as his hangs out of his mouth.
âNo thanks, I quit,â you say, putting your hand up.
âWell look at you, changed woman,â He jokes as he lights his cigarette, âOld Money Moore wasnât into it?â
You roll your eyes at the jab at your boyfriend, âFor your information, I quit before me and Alex even met,â you look down at your shoes and shiver a bit in the evening air, âwhy are we up here, Carmen?â
âWill you stop calling me that?â
âStop calling you your name?â
âYeah, itâs weird. You never used to call me that,â he takes another drag of his cigarette, âI mean, unless we were fighting,â
âSo most of the time, actually,â You respond, humorlessly.
âDid we spend most of our time fighting?â The man looks you up and down as he continues to smoke, âAs I recall we spent most of our time fucking,â he exhales.
You bring your fingers to your temples, âOh my God, get to the point,â you glance down at your phone, âthe ceremonyâs going to start soon, and I really donât want to miss anything,â you say. And you mean it - you have a goddamn article to write!
âIs he gay?â Carmen smirks at you.
âW- what? Is who gay? What are you talking about?â
âYour âboyfriendâ,â he makes air-quotes around the word, âAlex, is he gay?â
You have half a mind to just turn around and head back to the ceremony, but you donât. Youâre not sure why. Yes you are.
âFirstly, he is my boyfriend. No need for the air quotes, asshole,â You start, annoyed that youâre even having this stupid conversation, âsecondly, no, he is not gay. I donât know if youâve noticed, but Iâm a woman, and weâre in a relationship, so,â
âOh Iâve noticed,â Carmen says, raking his eyes up and down your body, âI was just asking because I watched him refuse to kiss you earlier,â he throws his cigarette on the concrete ground, stubbing it out with his foot, âand any man who refuses to kiss a woman who looks like you, well, I just have to assume he probably isnât into women,â
Your face goes hot. Half from the embarrassment, half from arousal. Boy was he laying it on thick. You clear your throat and meet his eyes, which you had been avoiding doing since the two of you got alone.
âNot that itâs really any of your business,â you start, narrowing your eyes at Carmen, âbut he asked me not to kiss him so that I wouldnât get lipstick on him for when he-â you cut yourself off, realizing how ridiculous it sounds out loud.
Carmen chuckles, staring into your soul. You avert your eyes.
âWhen he what, baby?â He asks, coyly.
âDonât call me that,â you say sternly. Or at least try to.
Carmen starts walking towards you, slowly. He backs you up against the wall behind you until thereâs only a few inches of space between the two of you. You still avoid meeting his eyes.
âJig, look at me,â he says quietly, and you obey, finally locking eyes with him. He moves even closer to you and puts his hand on the wall above you, caging you in, âhe doesnât want your lipstick on him for when he does what?â Your faces are so close heâs almost whispering. God, you wish he would leave you alone. No you donât.
âFor when he wins the award tonightâŚâ you say, barely loud enough for Carmen to hear. But he obviously does, as he hangs his head and laughs. The tops of his curls nearly touch your nose. You stare up at the sky again, half from embarrassment, half from arousal. He was so goddamn close. You could smell him.
He lifts his head, still chuckling a bit, âthat dumbass thinks heâs going to win the award tonight?â He asks you in disbelief, âlike seriously?â
You knew Carmen would win the award, there was no doubt about it, but he was being a major asshole. A sexy asshole, but it was a bit much.
âCarmy-â You go to tell him it wouldnât be impossible for Alex to win, but you freeze when the nickname slips out of your mouth. He smiles devilishly at you.
âThere it is,â he says with that shit-eating grin on his face, âsay it again,â he whispers, getting his mouth dangerously close to yours.
âStop it,â you whisper back. His nose nudges yours and you turn your head to the side.
âWhatâs my name baby?â Carmy murmurs as he ghosts his lips up and down your neck, âSay it again, sweet girl,â he pulls the neckline of your dress to the side and bites down.
âCarmy,â You whine. You grip his shirt, trying to find something to ground you as your ex-boyfriend sucks a mark into your collarbone, âplease, I canât,â
âBut you want to,â he smirks as he continues kissing your neck, your insides becoming molten lava, âAlex doesnât need to worry about your lipstick on his face, baby. You know why?â He pulls back and looks you in your eyes, already glazed-over and needy, âbecause Iâm gonna win that goddamn award,â he grips your waist as he pulls you tightly to him and whispers in your ear, âand then Iâm gonna fuck his girlfriend while I wear it.â
You try to catch your breath as he releases you and your back hits the wall. Carmen takes his thumb and runs it over your bottom lip. You think heâs going to put it in your mouth, but he just wipes a bit of the lipstick off of it. You watch in lustful amazement as he then takes the red pigment and rubs it on his neck underneath his collar. He pushes off the wall and without a word leaves you standing up on the roof, alone, soaking through your underwear.
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âJeez, did you fall in?â Alex says quietly as you shimmy into your seat. You had missed the beginning of the ceremony. âAre you feeling okay? You look a bit flushed,â he rests a hand on your thigh and you give him a small smile.
âYeah, sorry, you know womenâs bathroom linesâŚâ you say through tight lips, hoping he doesnât ask any more questions.
Your prayers are answered when your boyfriend simply nods and turns back to the presenters. You turn to see Carmy staring holes through you, with that stupid goddamn smirk on his face. You take a deep breath and try to return your attention to the stage.
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You sit through a handful of awards and speeches, and finally it comes to the âBest Chefâ section of the night. Up first: Midwest. AKA: Your Boyfriend vs. Your Ex. Your heart races as you watch the presenter give a speech about the award and the nominees. He reads off all of the names of the nominees, and your palms sweat as you rest a hand on Alexâs shoulder.
The room is quiet as the announcer says, âAnd the James Beard Award goes toâŚâ
You inhale.
ââŚCarmen Berzatto of The Bear!â
You exhale.
Alex curses under his breath and clenches his fists. You try to rub his back but for the third time tonight, he pushes you away. You sit quietly with your hands in your lap as Carmen takes the stage. God, why does he look so good even in stage lighting?
Carmen walks up to the microphone after having the medal placed on him by the presenter.
âWow. Um, Iâd like to thank my team first and foremost, I wouldnât be able to achieve anything without them. Iâd erm, Iâd like to specifically thank Sydney Adamu, my sous chef and partner. She really should be the one up here, but I guess Iâll take it,â The crowd laughs along with him, âIâm really grateful for this award and anyone whoâs ever eaten at The Bear. Thank you.â He looks dead into your eyes and grabs the medal as he ends his speech, âI canât wait to wear this thing!â
Everyone laughs except for you, whose face goes beet red. Luckily the lights are dim enough for it not to be an issue, but you can hear the blood pumping in your ears. You turn your attention back to Alex, whose ears had apparently had steam coming out of them for the past two minutes.
âI canât fucking believe this,â he mutters, âthat was supposed to be my award. After all the fucking money my parents donated to this foundation? What a joke.â
You pretend you donât hear your boyfriend whining like a spoiled brat, âAre you okay?â You ask sweetly, âItâs just an award baby, it doesnât really mean anything,â you try to replace your hand on his shoulder but he swats it away. Hard.
âJesus can you not touch me for like five fucking seconds?â He says, pretty loudly, considering theyâre in the middle of presenting the Best Chef Northeast award. You look up to see if anyone heard and see Carmy coming down the steps of the stage, clenching his jaw as he watches the interaction. You hold your stinging hand and excuse yourself to the restroom before your tears of anger can spill over.
As you stand in the mirror, dabbing your eyes before any more tears can fall, you hear the bathroom door creak open and the deadbolt turn. Behind you in the mirror appears who else but Carmen fucking Berzatto, wearing that stupid fucking James Beard Award. You stare at him through the mirror, silently.
âWell, arenât you gonna congratulate me?â He says, walking towards you. You turn around to face him, âCâmon, Jig, nothing?â
You stare at Carmen. You watch the way he stares back. All of todayâs events race through your head. All the times your boyfriend rejected you, dismissed you, ignored you. Those moments on the roof, the adrenaline you felt, Carmyâs words ringing through your mind.
âand then Iâm gonna fuck his girlfriend while I wear it.â
You reach out and grab the medal on his chest and use it to pull him into you. Itâs intense off the bat, a mix of teeth tongue and lips, hands frantically grasping at each other. Carmy grips your neck and your waist as you lace your fingers through his curls and give a tug that earns you a soft moan. You begin kissing down his neck, leaving dark red lipstick marks all over. You push his sport coat off his shoulders and begin undoing the buttons at the top of his shirt.
âEager, are we?â Carmen teases, helping you in removing his shirt.
âJust shut up and fuck me, Bear,â you respond, bringing his mouth back to yours.
âMmm,â Carmen pulls away, âwhat happened to my good girl who used to beg so politely?â
âShe only gets fucked once every two weeks so sheâs kind of impatient right now,â you say as you continue to place kisses all over Carmyâs upper body and palm at his erection.
âHold the fuck-â Carmy pushes you off of him and looks at you with shock on his face, âthat asshole only fucks you twice a month??â
You look back at him in all of his glory. His curls messy from your hands, his sculpted form covered in your lipstick marks, his pupils blown, his dick, well, huge. Why did you ever give this up?
âHe just doesnât have a high sex drive he says,â you shrug, putting your hands back onto him, âI donât really wanna talk right now, Carmy,â
âDoes he at least eat you out first?â He looks genuinely perplexed and frightened by this information. How could someone have this masterpiece of a woman under their roof and not be ravaging her at least once a day?
âI asked you to fuck me, not make me laugh, Berzatto,â you deadpan back at the man, âseriously, now you know how much I need this, so please,â
âOh you need it bad, baby,â Carmen says as he turns you around to face the mirror. He begins unzipping your dress ever so slowly, leaving kisses across every inch of your back. You step out of your dress, left only in your matching bra and underwear along with your red Louboutins. âTurn around,â Carmy orders.
You do so. You look at Carmy through your lashes, feeling equally exposed and terrifyingly aroused. The man growls underneath his breath, just staring at you.
âWhat a fucking idiot,â he says, before picking you up and placing you on the countertop, âdoesnât fucking realize what he has, rich fucking asshole,â Carmy mutters more nasty things about your boyfriend as he pulls your panties down your legs. He smells the soaked fabric before putting them in the pocket of his trousers. He pulls your legs open and groans loudly. âJesus, baby, is all this for me?â He runs a finger through your soaked folds, collecting some of your arousal which had been building since you first saw him hours ago.
You squirm atop the counter as Carmy just toys with you. He stares at your vagina with amazement, like itâs a piece of art. Finally, he dives in, licking a flat stripe from your entrance to your clit. You gasp loudly. One of your hands flies to grip onto the counter top while the other finds purchase in the golden curls currently perched between your thighs.
Itâs just as good as you remember it. Thatâs the problem, always has been. The sex is so goddamn good. Itâs what kept you crawling back every time Carmen would hurt you for 3 long years. You hated your past self for always giving in, but right now, you understood her completely.
Carmy swirled his tongue around your clit as he inserted two thick fingers into your entrance, curling them just right. The stretch was like nothing else. You let out a beautiful noise, causing him to groan into your pussy, the vibrations adding to the delicious stimulation. You clenched around his fingers as he continued his ministrations, feeling that familiar knot tightening in your lower stomach.
âYou gonna give me one?â Carmy says, looking up at you with a soaked face and hungry eyes, âYou gonna come all over my fingers, baby?â
âYes, Carmy, yes, oh my god,â you babble, feeling so close, âplease donât stop baby,â
Carmen raises to his feet while continuing to finger you. He pulls you closer to him, leaning into your ear. âDoes that feel good, princess?â
As you moan uncontrollably as you muster a âyes feels good,â but you know the questioning wonât end there.
âYeah baby?â Carmen adds a third finger and you squeal, âhow good does it feel?â
âGod it feels so good please donât stop,â
âWhoâs making you feel this good, sweet girl?â He continues to whisper into your ear.
âYou Carmy, itâs always you,â you respond breathily, the coil in your stomach moments from snapping.
âSay it again,â Carmen growls.
âCarmy oh my god-â and with that your vision blanks. Your legs shake as you come harder than you have since⌠well since the last time you fucked Carmy. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he continues his movements, prolonging your orgasm.
You grip onto his strong shoulders as you come down, resting your forehead against his as he removes his fingers from you.
âJesus Christ,â you say, as you watch him stick all three fingers into his mouth and suck off your residue. You watch familiarly as he gathers spit in his mouth and grabs your jaw. Knowing the routine, you gladly open your mouth, as he spits in the mixture of the two of you. You moan as you taste yourself mixed with Carmen.
âSwallow,â he demands, holding your throat. And you do. âThereâs my good girl,â he says, undoing his belt with one hand, âthought I lost you there, baby,â
You hum contentedly as he continues to hold you by your throat while he pulls his cock out of his pants and boxers. You moan at the sight of the state of it. Veins bulging, tip bright red and leaking, and, well, huge.
Carmen pumps himself a few times before saying, âtake your bra off,â letting go of your throat to opt for one of your newly free breasts, âlove these fucking tits, god.â
You squeeze your legs together as he strokes himself while playing with your nipples. Itâs hot, but you need more. Now.
âCarmy, please,â you said, making your sweetest eyes at him, âI need you so bad,â
âYou gonna beg me baby?â He responds with that stupid grin on his face.
âIâll do anything,â you say, disregarding your pride (and your boyfriend).
âIs that right, angel?â He asks, caressing your face as you nod, lowering his voice, âyouâll do anything for this dick?â He continues stroking it as he looks into your eyes, âyou need to get fucked so badly that youâre in here begging me for my cock while your boyfriendâs in the other room. Didnât realize you were such a slut, baby,â
Your pussy throbs as Carmen continues to taunt you, âyes, Iâll do anything please,â youâre truly so desperate at this point, âplease just give me your cock Carmy,â
âSay it,â
âSay what?â You ask, genuinely confused.
âSay youâre my slut,â
You gulp. âI- Iâm your slut,â
âAnd why are you a slut?â
âB-because Iâm in here begging for your cock when my boyfriendâs right outsideâŚâ
âAnd why are you begging me for my cock when you have a boyfriend?â
Okay this interrogation was getting old.
âBecause itâs so much better, Carmy, please just give me your dick havenât I been good?â
âYouâve been so good, baby,â Carmy says as he pries open your thighs and buries himself inside of you.
You yelp at the intrusion, not expecting himself to push himself in to the hilt on the first stroke.
Carmen lifts up your right leg and puts it over his shoulder. Then the left. He watches as your tits bounce while you half-lay on the countertop. You watch as his medal bounces on his chest with each thrust. He notices.
âYou like that baby?â He asks, snaking a hand down to rub circles on your clit, âyou like getting fucked by the best chef in the midwest?â
âYes Carmy, fuck, just like that,â you moan out, âbest dick in the midwest,â you say, somewhat jokingly.
Carmen half-laughs half-growls at the comment, âthatâs fucking right, baby, best dick youâll ever have. Thatâs why you keep coming back, right? Thatâs why youâre in here cheating on your stupid fucking boyfriend? Yeah?â With that last comment, he delivers a slap to your clit, causing you to scream and your pussy to clamp down around him.
âFuck always so tight, princess, always so good for me,â Carmy babbles, getting lost inside of you, âthis is my pussy. No one elseâs. Say it.â
âItâs- fuck!â You yell as Carmen adjusts his angle, now hitting your G-spot over and over, âItâs your pussy Carmy, fuck! It belongs to you, I belong to you, oh my God donât stop, please!â
It seems like Carmy misheard you as he stops fucking you and pulls you down off the counter top and kisses you ferociously. He grabs at your ass and you whine at the loss of him inside of you.
âHold on baby, Iâve got you,â he says against your lips, âjust need to do something,â he says, as he lifts off his medal and places it around your neck. You look up at him, confused. âTurn around,â he says, darkly.
You turn around to look at yourself in the mirror. Thereâs a red mark around your neck from where Carmen was gripping you, your updo from earlier is now mostly down, your chest is littered with small hickies, and between your tits lies a motherfucking James Beard Award.
Carmen pushes on your upper back so that youâre leaning over the counter and re-enters you at a punishing pace. The bathroom is filled with lewd noises of skin slapping skin and moaning. You look up to see Carmen staring at you through the mirror. Except, heâs not looking at your face, heâs staring at your tits. Wait. No. Heâs staring at the medal bouncing with your tits.
Carmen looks into your eyes through the mirror, âyeah look at you,â he growls, somehow pushing into you even faster now, âmy girl wearing my fucking award. Jesus Christ look at that,â he watches intently as the piece of silver bounces off of your chest with each thrust he delivers, âfuck, whoâs the best baby?â
âItâs you, Carmy, youâre the best,â you moan out in response, âyouâre the best,â
Carmen reaches around you and grabs the medal, but keeps the ribbon around your neck. He pulls on it just enough that your back arches and your head falls onto his shoulder. The new angle this creates is mind-blowing, and you once again moan all too loudly. Carmen litters kisses and bites along the shell of your ear.
âIâm so close baby,â he strains into your ear, âwant you to come with me,â
With that he takes his free hand and resumes his work on your clit. The combination of the dragging of his thick cock over your G-spot over and over again with the tight circles heâs rubbing into you has you barreling towards your second orgasm. Knowing your body the way he does, Carmy can tell, and he tries his best to time his release with yours.
With one final stroke, youâre coming undone on Carmyâs dick, throat still held tight by the ribbon of his award. Carmen stutters as he comes inside of you with a groan, holding your hips in a way that will bruise as he paints your insides, the warmth adding to your intense pleasure. You both come down from your highs with a collection of sighs and moans, and finally, Carmy pulls out of you. You whimper at the loss of contact and the feeling of him leaking out of you.
Wordlessly, you begin to dress yourself again. You donât even bother asking Carmen for your panties back, thatâs an argument youâve lost to him enough times already. You zip your dress back up, Carmen silently helping you get it to the top as he too works on making himself decent again. You attempt to fix your hair looking in the mirror, getting it back to a somewhat similar state to when you arrived earlier this evening. You smooth out your dress, and go to walk out of the bathroom when Carmen clears his throat.
âYou, um,â he looks at the floor before making that piercing eye contact heâs so good at, âyou deserve better, you know, than that asshole,â
You stare back at the man you loved for so many years. The man you still love today. He was right, you did deserve better. Better than Alex, but better than him, too. You nod back at him with tears in your eyes.
âCongratulations on your award, Carmen,â you say quietly. You walk out of the bathroom, back to the ceremony.
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The Au Pair Boy Part 9
Hey guys! Only one chapter of this one this week, I promise. But it's the chapter. The best chapter.
Eddie comes home! And Steve gets help in the kitchen.
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Eddie insisted on having a cook come in and make dinner three times a week. That included Steveâs day off, so he would be cooking for most of their meals but that he would have help on those three days.
Steve disregarded professional chefs right off the bat. Eddie didnât need to pay some big named star to make mediocre food for the girls. And would have stuck to that if the best candidate wasnât a French Culinary school graduate with having owned two Michelin star restaurants.
His name was Benny Hammond and he was retired. He just wanted something fun to do in his spare time. Steve talked about what the girls liked, what recipes he had and when Eddie would be home.
âI havenât cooked for kids in ages,â he said with a grin. âThat sounds like a fun challenge. Count me in!â
Just after one week with Benny making all the meals, Eddie cackled an âI told you so!â on his evening call with the girls.
âI didnât realize how much energy all the cooking was taking until I had a day without doing it,â Steve whined.
âHe made us grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup,â Joan said brightly. âIt was nummy, Daddy.â
âAnd the soup didnât even come in a can!â Janice crowed. âNot even the tomatoes.â
âIt was better than how I make it,â Steve grumbled into Joanâs hair.
But Eddie caught it anyway. âSounds like someone was right. So what do we say, Stevie?â
Steve wanted to pout but that would set a really bad example for the girls so he straightened up and sighed. âThank you Eddie. Benny was the final piece of the puzzle we all needed to for a well run household.â
âGood!â Eddie said brightly. âI have some news. Itâs bad news for the band, but good news for everyone else.â
Both girls perked up and started talking over each other as they tried to guess what it was.
âJoanie! Janie!â Eddie barked from the tablet Steve was holding. âIf youâll let me talk, Iâll be able to tell you.â Once both girls had settled, Eddie cleared his throat. âThanks to a major hurricane, the last two shows have been combined into one big fundraiser for the towns devastated by the storm.â
âI heard about that on the news,â Steve said with a nod. âIâm sorry the tour has to wrap up early, though. I know you were really looking forward to playing in Ashville.â
âIt is what it is,â Eddie said resigned. âBut all proceeds will go to disaster relief so some good will come out of it.â
âWell, thatâs good,â Steve murmured. âIâve got to get these little munchkin to their bath, but I guess weâll see you on Saturday.â
âSo you will,â Eddie replied warmly. âGood night, girlies!â
âNight, Daddy!â Janice and Joan chorused. Then they clambered off Steveâs lap and tore off for their bedroom.
Steve turned off the app and laid the tablet down with a sigh. It was a good thing that Eddie was coming home. He just felt conflicted about how soon it was now. He thought he would have more to get his emotions under control.
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Janice and Joan wanted to dress up really nice for their dad so Steve helped them pick out their outfits.
Janice had completely surprised Steve when she pulled out a pretty plaid skirt and a white blouse. She was such a tomboy most of the time, that he wasnât even aware she had skirts and dresses in her closet.
Joan wore a matching plaid jumper dress with a similar style in blouse. They even had matching black Mary Jane shoes.
Steve had never seen them look more like twins in the whole time he had known them. They even asked him for matching French braid pigtails.
Janice and Joan sat in front of the window, anxiously waiting for the Uber that would be dropping their dad off so they could see him in person for the first time in months. Steve had originally tried to distract them from the ever present ticking clock, but gave up about an hour in.
They were just too keyed up.
Then an unknown silver SUV pulled up to the house and out Eddie popped. The girls started screaming and jumping up and down.
âGirls go get your signs!â Steve said brightly and they ran off to grab the signs they had made yesterday.
The door opened to a very bedraggled Eddie and the second he saw his girls with matching outfits and cute little signs saying Welcome Home, he dropped to his knees. He threw open his arms and both girls dogpiled him.
There were tears flowing down all three of their faces. Eddie picked them both up and walked toward the sofa, then he carefully lowered himself onto its surface.
Steve just smiled and walked away.
He made his way to the kitchen where Benny was slaving away at marvelous homecoming meal. Steve leaned up against the doorway and watched as the large chef chopped away at some vegetables. His skill was always fun to watch.
âI thought I told you that you werenât allowed in the kitchen when I work,â Benny said without turning around.
Steve huffed out a breathy laugh. âIâm following your rule, you grumpy old man. Iâm not in the kitchen.â
Benny turned around and sniffed. âClose enough.â He looked up at the clock. âShouldnât the master of the house be home by now.â He waved to a bar stool for Steve to take a seat.
âHeâs here,â Steve said, sitting down. âBut I donât know him well enough to know if heâs the kind of man that likes crying in front of other adults. Especially ones he doesnât know well.â
Benny stopped for a moment and then nodded, going back to his chopping. âThatâs fair. Youâre like me, when things get too emotional, we come to kitchen to work out those emotions.â
âYeah,â Steve said, nodding back. âI love having you here. It makes taking care of the girls so much easier...â
âBut sometimes you wish that you can just come into the kitchen and make something?â Benny finished. âNext time you feel that way, let me know and Iâll teach you a technique or a new recipe, all right?â
âThanks, Benny.â
After a few minutes of contented silence Benny spoke, âYou should probably go check on them and makes sure theyâre alive enough to eat my dinner.â
Steve laughed, slapping a hand the counter and getting up. âYou got it.â
He wandered back to the front room but no one was there. Steve frowned and went to Eddieâs office, but they werenât there either. He put his hands on his hips and pursed his lips. Where could they have gone?
He tapped his lips thoughtfully and the darted up the stairs, taking them at two at a time. He reached the top in no time at all and sure enough he could hear giggling. With a sigh of relief he walked to the girlsâ room and pushed open the partially closed door.
Joan had decorated Eddieâs hair with ribbons while Janice read âOppositesâ to him in a very serious tone.
Steve couldnât hold back the bark of laughter when he saw the absolutely besotted expression on Eddieâs face.
Eddie looked up in shock and then when he saw who it was, he grinned. âDo I look pretty?â
âThe prettiest,â Steve confirmed, moving further into the room. âBenny sent me in search of everyone because dinner is almost ready.â
Eddieâs face really lit up. âOoh. He asked me what my favorite dish was and is making it for me. Iâm really excited to see what a Michelin chef can do with poor people food.â
The girls both made faces and Steve gave them a look. âRemember when you went to Mariaâs birthday party and the cake was carrot and you didnât like it?â
Both girls nodded and Eddie looked suddenly interested in the new lesson they learned. âWhatâs this?â he asked gleefully.
âWhen itâs someone elseâs day,â Joan said, âthey can have whatever they want for their party.â She scuffed her shoe on the carpet. âSo since itâs Daddyâs homecoming day, he can have whatever he wants.â
Eddie cackled in satisfaction. âYes, girls that is a very important lesson to learn. Itâs hardly my fault you inherited your Papaâs palate. I like it and so we are going to have it for dinner.â
âIâve seen it,â Steve said, barely concealing a smile. âIt looks fantastic. I canât wait to try it.â He bent down to the girlsâ level. âRemember the three bite rule. You take three regular sized bites and if you donât like it, you can have something else.â
Joan nodded solemnly but Janiceâs face as twisted up in distaste. Steve just shook his head. âGo wash your hands, girls and then join us at the dinner table.â
Both girls were off with a flash and Steve held out his hand to help Eddie to his feet. Once on his feet Eddie flashed him a broad smile that really showed off those dimples. He looked...cute.
Just then the door to the girlsâ bathroom burst open and Steve dropped Eddieâs hand. Not quick or harsh. Just a simple act of letting go.
âIâll race you to the table!â Eddie crowed, ducking around Steve.
Both girls squealed in delight and they were off like a shot, tearing down the stairs like a herd of elephants being told that it was peanut time.
Steve followed more slowly behind just soaking up how happy the girls were that their dad was home at last. The trip had clearly done Eddie good. He had color in his cheeks and his shoulders were no longer up around his ears, like dog expecting to be hit. Time away from the girls really helped him out.
âCome sit by me!â Joan cried when he entered the dinning room. She patted the spot between her and across from Eddie.
Eddie lit up at that and grinned at Steve. âLooks like youâre stuck with us now, Stevie boy! Once Joanieâs got her hooks in ya, you canât leave.â
Steve smiled and shook his head fondly. âThat would imply that I would want to leave in the first place.â He bopped Joanâs nose and she giggled. âAnd that would never happen ever!â
Just then Benny came in hold a large casserole dish. It had tatter tots covered with cheese and it just smelled heavenly. Benny set it on the table and began serving them. Inside was fresh peas and carrots and shredded beef in a mushroom sauce, gently seasoned with herbs and spices. Steve couldnât wait to dig in.
Eddie was served first and he bit into that first bite. The moan of pleasure that escaped his lips, caused Steveâs eyes to roll back and flutter shut as he tried to think of very gross things to keep his embarrassing erection to a minimum.
âBenny!â Eddie cried. âThis is amazing! You really out did yourself.â He grabbed the spoon from the dish and brandished it at Steve and the twins. âMine! All for me!â
Steve laughed and then took a bite of his own and his eyes snapped up. âSorry girls, but it appears Iâm going to have duel your dad for the rest of this casserole.â
âBetrayed!â Eddie said, clutching the spoon to him. Suddenly he got a wicked gleam in his eye and he licked the spoon.
âEwww...â Janice crowed.
âGross!â Joan agreed.
Steve just shook his head and turned back to his meal. He wasnât going to do something in front of the girls, because it would be the wrong lesson to teach, but he was highly tempted to grab the spoon and lick another stripe right next to Eddieâs. But for now he would bide his time.
The two girls managed to eat about half before declaring they wanted something else. So Benny took them into the kitchen to fix them something they would eat.
Steve leaned over and whispered, âJokes on you, Iâm a nanny, a little spit wonât deter me from what I want.â
Eddieâs eyes went wide and he shoved his hair in front of his face to hide his blush as Steve helped himself to another spoonful of the casserole.
Steve ate in smug silence as Eddie took a moment to come back online. He cleared his throat a couple of times but didnât dare speak.
Once Steve had eaten his fill, he picked up the girlsâ dishes and piled them on his plate. He stood up but before turning away to take the dishes into the kitchen, he said softly. âIâm glad youâre home too.â
Eddie looked up at him in awe and nodded. âItâs good to be home, Stevie. Itâs so good to be home.â
Steve smiled and walked away.
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A/N: This could be given as a sequel to my last Fiyero Tigelaar fic.
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Y/N watched as Fiyero approached him, Galinda hot at his heels. The Winkie prince gave him an easy going smile. This adorable little bookworm would soon be his. Fiyero thought to himself. There wasn't a person alive who could resist him once he turned up the charm.
âHello, there.â Fiyero wiggled his fingers as Y/N shut his book and laid it down, giving Fiyero an annoyed look. âHello.â Y/Nâs greeting was about as warm and welcoming as a winter frost. Fiyero didn't seem to mind or notice as he gave a small bow. âYou're Y/N, correct?â
âYes, that's correct.â
âWell, allow me to introduce myself. I am Fiyero Tigelaar of Winkieââ
ââI don't really give a damn who you are.â Y/N said.
The whole student body shared a collective gasp of shock. They had watched as Fiyero approached Y/N, only for the Upland boy to reject him. What was wrong with Y/N? Even Galinda was appalled by her brother's actions. âY/N, how can you be so rude?â She admonished. âFiyero is new here, and you'reâŚyou'reâŚâ
âYou're a breath of fresh air.â Fiyero smiles.
âWhat?!â Everyone asked. Even Y/N was shocked by the Prince's unbothered attitude of how Y/N addressed him. Fiyero nods and smiles. âYes, a breath of fresh air if you will. I've been to many schools to get swarmed by people who only say things that I wanna hear. It's refreshing to have someone have their own opinion for once. Tell me, Y/N. What are you doing out here?â
âReading?â Y/N held up his book. âI trust you've seen one before. Or know how to read.â
Once again, Fiyero laughed as if Y/Nâs snide comments didn't bother him in the slightest. Galinda gave an awkward chuckle as well. How could Fiyero be so nonchalant about being insulted? Especially his intelligence. âWell, I suppose I've never had a penchant for reading , but perhaps I haven't been introduced to the right book to captivate my attention.â
âPerhaps not.â
âWhy don't you show me to your local library? I'm sure I could find something there with your help.â Fiyero smiles. His blue eyes were dancing with mischief and fun. Before Y/N could tell Fiyero to go jump off a cliff, Galinda stepped in. âOh, we would be certainly delighted to show you around. Wouldn't we, Y/N?â Her smile was tight, and anything other than a âyesâ from Y/N would make Galinda upset.
Y/N sighed and stood up, trying to ignore the triumph smirk Fiyero was giving him at the moment. He began walking towards the Shiz building, not checking to see if Fiyero. âThe library is this way, Prince Twinkie.â He continues towards the building as Galinda pulls a smirking Fiyero along. Oh, he was going to like this little bookworm.
They walked into the library, where Y/N spotted his dear friend, Elphaba, and waved as Galinda gave Fiyero a tour of someplace she's never even stepped into before. It was kind of hilarious to watch as Galinda addressed all around. âAnd this is the book place. There's a collection of rare books around here somewhere. And some medium rare as well.â
âHe's looking for a book, sis. Not a steak.â Y/N said.
Fiyero chuckles. âWell, there's certainly many to choose from. What would you recommend, Y/N? A good adventure book? Perhaps something with a little bit of fun?â
âHow about a book on the studies of why some people act brainless?â Y/N suggested.
âTell me. What do you do for fun around here?â Fiyero ignored Y/Nâs jab, and walked closer to the other male, smirking at him. Did this guy always have to smile at everything? âYou ever been to the Ozdust Ballroom?â
âThe Ozdust Ballroom? Are you insane?â Y/N asked.
Galinda gets in between them. âI mean, isn't that place somewhat illegal?â She looks around to make sure no one is listening before whispering. âAnd scandalocious?â
Fiyero nods. âYeah, it is both of those things. Yeah. It's also not far from here, which is another plus.â Fiyero said as Boq, the Munchkin boy, trips and drops some of his books into the floor. Fiyero stifles a laugh as he looks down at him. âWhoa. You all right?â
Boq grunts as Y/N helps him up. âYeah.â
âI'm Fiyero Tigelaar.â He looks at Y/N and winks. âWinkie Country.â
âOh, Oz.â Y/N and Galinda both say for different reasons. Boq stood up. âBoq Woodsman.â He gets on a stack of books to be at the same height as Fiyero. âOf Munchkinland.â Galinda grabs Fiyero's arm and leads him away from Boq. Great. Excuse me. Good to know. Um, what were you saying again about the Ozdust and fun and you and me?â
âI was thinking of inviting you, and your brother to the Ozdust tonight.â Fiyero said.
âUnfortunately, it's against Shiz rules to go into town after dark. Sorry, Prince Twinkie.â Y/N said, but he didn't sound very sorry about it. Fiyero didn't seem to mind though. âI see that, once again, the responsibility to corrupt my fellow studentsâŚâ He puts his arms around both Y/N and Galinda as she gasps. Y/N rolled his eyes. â...falls to me. Excuse me.â He grabs a book from a nearby girl, and he accidentally drops it to the floor. Y/N bends down to pick it up, but Fiyero puts a black riding boot on top of it. Y/N looks up as Fiyero shakes his head no.
âThe trouble with schools isâŚâ Fiyero began.
âNot a damn song.â Y/N whispered to himself. It seemed like everyone at this school could sing and dance like some sort of musical theater show you'd hear about in the Emerald city. Not in the Shiz library. âThey always try to teach the wrong lesson.â Fiyero throws a book over his shoulders, and it lands with a thud. âBelieve me, I've been kicked out of enough of them to know.â
Y/N believed that. Fiyero did seem like the type to cause so much mischief and chaos at the schools he previously attended, that they had no choice but to kick his ass out. âThey want you to become less callow, less shallow. But I say, why invite stress in? Stop studying strife. And learn to live the unexamined life.â Fiyero easily charmed the librarian as he winked at Y/N, showing off. âDancing through life. Skimming the surface Gliding where turf is smooth.â He gets on the table and in a very proactive pose starts to jumble around another student's head. Life's more painless for the brainless. Why think too hard, when it's so soothing? Dancing through life. No need to tough it. When you can slough it off as I do.â
The young Upland boy watched as Fiyero Tigelaar of Winkie country, start a whole musical number inside the library.
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ââ˘Â°LOA success°â˘â
Just a bit of a motivation to put out there I guess?
I know many of you guys struggle with completely accepting the law. I've been there too, and I tend to "fall back" into negativity from time to time still. But every time I do, I always have to realise that it's all up to me, it's all up to what I believe in, and what kind of thoughts and believes I feed into myself.
So let this serve as a healthy reminder that you're in fact capable, that once you decide something to be true, it's true, and that's it. That's IT!!!
Overnight changes? Very demure. It's tea. And it's so simple, fast and real that you don't even realise it happened until it gets brought up in some way.
Yesterday I was organising my vision boards on Pinterest - adding new pictures, deleting some that I don't associate myself with anymore. Then I saw this picture of a public figure who I really admire recently, and I added it to my "Looks" folder. I just realised how pretty and inspiring I find her, and how she kind of looks like my ideal appearence in many ways. I don't know, let's call her Sharon. I searched and scrolled a bit more, finding more pictures of Sharon that I like, and added those pictures to the folder too.
And that's when the magic begins, it's very simple, really.
I was basically just looking at the pictures, telling myself how I look exactly like her, how she's basically me, we're twinning, etc etc...
I also did this very cutesy thing that works for me all the time, visualizing people I know telling me the same things.
And let me repeat: when you decide something to be real and true, it's REAL. AND. TRUE. I'm very lucky when it comes visualization, I can easily change my inner image of me or anything, and from that point on, I see it and think it like that, ignoring the 3D.
Literally that's all I did.
I wasn't even thinking about it today, I just thought to myself once in front of the mirror while throwing on some makeup how I look like Sharon. The 3D? I honestly don't know how it showed or how it shows now, because even if I see it, I only perceive the 4D, the true reality, that's what I feed to my mind.
A few hours later I was hanging out with friends in this cute little cafĂŠ, talking about everything. Again, I was not thinking about this "change" I decided to have the day before. It was there maybe in the back of my mind, showing up in the form of how I carry myself, but there were zero thoughts about it.
Then Chat GPT and it's features were brought up (exciting I know), and the TikTok trends with it, like the special bots that help with looksmaxing, finding your celebrity lookalike, etc etc...We were analysing one of my friend's features, how she looks kind of like this actress and that actress, then she looks at me dead in the eyes and says:
"Do you know who you look like? Like Sharon. I've been thinking about it"
Like... I was kind of speechless for a few seconds. She was one of the people I imagined saying this thing to me the day before. On the outside I was nonchalant about it, but I actually got really excited and happy. Then she confused my nonchalantness with denial, and kept trying to convince me about it. XDD She even involved our other friend who was also agreeing with her, and they went on with this casual discussion about how my features and the way I smile gives complete Sharon... I could ramble more about it, but you get what I'm trying to say here.
It's simple. It's simple and great and wow.
And once you touch into it you realise that it's very real, even if you had doubts before.
Well I hope this helped or motivated a few of you out there, at least that was my point with it.
If I can do it, there is literally no reason why you couldn't. You got this!! It was not complicated, not hard, not something out of my reach. You can get whatever you imagine.
Have a wonderful day, and don't forget to enjoy the journey!
You're capable, you're amazing, you're everything and more! <33
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The Dojo Gojo Casa House
Hi guys, hereâs a gojo x reader that I started writing months ago. The title literally gripped me by my neck and wouldnât let go so gaze upon this monstrosity >:3
Satoru never played fair. That was a fact of life. But he also never cheated. It was unnecessary when everything he tried came like second nature. He was athletic, he was smart, he could sing, and he could charm himself out of just about any situation he wasnât supposed to be in. It would have been fine if he was humble. More down to earth like Nanami or Shoko. But he wasnât. He didnât even have the decency to pretend like the world didnât come to a halt the day he was born. He was cocky. He was brash, and he was fucking annoying to make matters worse. He picked a target and he wore them down until they werenât any fun to play with anymore. Once Nanami had left the jujutsu world in pursuit of college you wish you had gone with him because Satoru was insufferable. You were only a second grade, you werenât terribly strong and you knew that, but Satoru just needed to remind you any chance he could get. Heâs always been insufferable, for as long as you can remember, every memory youâve had of him revolved around him teasing someone. It was something he was known for; yet he still managed to get under your skin.
This job was stressful, anyone could tell you that. Itâs why Shoko smoked a pack a day, why Suguru defected, and why Nanami had left. It wasnât for the faint of heart, yet you ended up staying; persuaded by some fluffed up speech on how much good you would be doing. It was hard to see the good when you ended each day exhausted and crying in Shokoâs office about how awful it was. Everyone had their vices, and yours was staying even though it made you sick. The tears werenât too bad, you had always been on the more sensitive side and it was cathartic really. Shoko never made you feel bad and if she was annoyed by your daily visits she didnât show it. Maybe she was just happy enough to see a sorcerer retain their humanity. The only person who seemed to even acknowledge it was Satoru, appearing at the worst times when your eyes were still red and puffy and he would tease you. It wasnât cruel in hindsight because Satoru wasnât cruel per say, but he was insensitive. Cooing and pouting dramatically at your teary eyes, patting your head in a way so condescending you would have swung on him if infinity wasnât in the way. You were pissed, your hands shaking and your face hot. His taunting words and sardonic laughter only seemed to bring a fresh set of tears to your eyes and you wanted to disappear. You were never getting out of this, where Satoru perceived weakness, he saw an opportunity to have his fun.
You were fucked.
âCute,â he laughed, squishing your cheeks together; only laughing harder when you batted at his hands.
That was three years ago. Things have changed, the jujutsu world was busier than ever with the emergence of Sukunaâs vessel, even leading Nanami out of hiding and back to his death sentence. Youâve changed, spending the last two of these years teaching at the Kyoto school; only having been transferred back over to take over the second years while Satoru dealt with the Itadori case. Everyone seemed to mellow out, even Satoru. Being a teacher seems to have finally jump-started the part of his frontal lobe that produced empathy. He was calmer, almost nicer, in a way. He didnât wear white bandages anymore, instead swapping them out for a black blindfold. It was nice. Things felt nice and almost complete in a way they havenât for a very long time. You still chat with Shoko, but now you have Nanami to hang out with again; catching up on some four odd years and how youâve both been doing.
Satoru still seemed to tail you but in a very different way. He was busier now, still taking on missions and teaching his classes, but wherever you were he didnât seem to be far behind. Especially if Nanami was there.
âMy two favorite Kouhai!â You hear yelled from down the hall. You groan letting your head slump against the table and Nanami sighs following suit, today was definitely not the day. Doing shots and getting ramen at 3 am seemed like a great idea: but god was hindsight twenty-twenty. Your head was pounding.
It didnât take long for him to burst into the teacherâs lounge, only pausing when he saw the two of you face down. You heard it, if only for a second; but it made your blood run cold. That fucking laughter. You feel your stomach churn and you let out a shuddery breath, squeezing your eyes shut. You were not going to cry. You had been working on it these last few years. Challenging yourself, trying to find different outlets; but when it came to Satoru nobody could ever seem to win. You feel the lump in your throat and a hand on your shoulder.
âOh?â His voice intones, sounding delighted. âThought some time away would do you good, didnât know you were still a crybaby.â You could hear him smirking.
âGojo, I donât think that comment is very appropriate.â Nanami says, his voice gravelly and warning.
âLighten up,â Satoru chuckles, âIâm just teasing her.â
âYouâre as incorrigible as I remember,â Nanami sighs, pulling his glasses off and rubbing his eyes. âThey let you teach the youth?â
âNanamin,â he coos, âBold of you to assume I need permission to do anything.â
Scratch that, nothing has changed. He was just as annoying as he was in high school, and heâll continue to be annoying until something strong enough crawls out of hell to kill him.
âWoah, calm down sweetheart,â he says, pulling his hand off of you, âI can feel you spiking, you wanna fight me or something?â
âDonât,â Nanami warns, giving you a tired glare. Heâs played this game before and he knows how it ends.
You did. You absolutely did. Even if it meant getting your ass blasted halfway across the dojo, if you could land even one punch youâd be satisfied. You lift your head up and turn to glare at him, ignoring the inertia of your hangover. Your eyes were watering in rage, and you could feel your heart racing and your cursed energy practically boiling below the surface.
His lips part a bit before they curl in into a smirk.
âOh. You do wanna fight me.â He says. He bends down to sit on his haunches, even going as far to lift the blindfold up so youâre truly eye to eye.
âThatâs cute,â he says, smiling in a way that seems dangerous. âYou sure youâre not gonna cry if I hit you?â
âGo to hell.â You spit, youâre seething, this wasnât good. He looks you over once, then twice, before laughing. That same laugh that made your stomach churn in a way you couldnât describe. He reaches a hand forward, cold against your cheek wiping one of your tears.
âOh sweetheart,â he whispers, rubbing the tear between his fingers. âYou wouldnât last a second. Youâre weak.â
You snap. Youâre bringing a hand forward to slap him but itâs grabbed in the blink of an eye, shoved back against your chest with a force that pushes the table. You could see Nanami out of the corner of your eye reaching for the nata, but he stops, because Satoru is laughing again.
âReally cute,â he laughs, âYouâve got balls, Iâll give you that.â He lets go of your hand and stands up stretching. âThis was fun, I've gotta run though; the students should be done with their laps right about now. If you really wanna try that again, meet me in the training room after school.â
Heâs just about out of the room before he shoots an eerie glance at Nanami. âAnd if you come, come alone.â
âWhatâŚthe fuck was that?â You whisper, dropping your head into your hands. The adrenaline coursing through your body made you feel almost nauseous. You heard Nanami sigh and feel a hand on your shoulder.
âIs he gonnaââ
âHe wants to sleep with you.â He says bluntly.
What.
âWhat?â You say, almost ready to flip the table because nothing makes sense today. âHe wants to beat my ass!â
âBeat? No.â He says, a hint of a smirk on his lips. âBut as someone who was subjected to the boys dormitory, I am painfully aware of how Gojo-san flirts, it seems like nothing about him has changed.â
âWhat are you saying?â You say.
âIâm saying,â he says, fully sitting up, âHe used to taunt Geto-san in a very similar way, heâs got a very⌠roundabout way of flirting. As juvenile as it is, this is him flirting. I canât believe I didnât see it sooner.â
âYou mean this is a pattern for him?â You groan.
âOnce again, you werenât subjected to the boys dormitory,â he says and shivers a bit. âThose fights in the courtyard took very interesting⌠turns.â
âHeâs going to kill me,â you groan, rubbing your face.
âYouâre going?â He asks, raising a brow. You can feel your cheeks heat up and you shake your head.
âI-I never said that!â
âYou implied it.â
âDid not.â
âYou did.â
âI did not!â
âââââââ-
The day seemed to drag on as you waited for the clock to strike three. Maybe if you had been better distracted it would have flown by faster, but Satoru seemed to want you fired up long before your little meeting. He took your fucking students. Walked right into the classroom, and decided today was the day he wanted to take them on a day trip to Korea. The bastard didnât even have the decency to ask if you wanted to go. Just waltzing in like he owned the place and poofing away with your kids. It makes your blood boil even hotter, because he knows the second years have state tests coming up soon. You couldnât even remember the last time one of them has scored above a fifty, the highest score was Panda, and you couldnât even document his work without looking insane.
So here you were, in the lounge with Ijichi going over reports because you werenât salaried yet and youâd rather die than let Satoru keep you from a full day's pay. The poor man was practically shaking next to you, hoping you didnât snap and test out your black flash on him. He wasnât too far off either, you were wired, the knots in your stomach growing tighter each time you replayed the events of the day. You wouldnât hurt him, intentionally; but you were seconds away from asking Yaga for a cursed corpse to blow off some steam.
The problem is, it wouldnât even be satisfying. You only had one target in mind, and he was frolicking around doing God knows what in Korea. The clock struck three, and Satoru still hadnât returned.
He didnât show until almost six, you had already trained and warmed up; even going as far as sparring with Nanami to prepare yourself. You now owed him dinner and a bottle of brandy, but you felt ready.
Your blood was pumping and you felt alive.
Satoru waltzed in just like he had to your classroom, and you saw blue; all you could see was blue. His cursed energy illuminated the room which set to piss you off even further. There was no urgency in his steps, no sense of duty; he walked in like he was perusing the convenience store.
âSorry,â he snickers, raising his hand in greeting. âGot a little carried away, forgive me?â A condescending pout plastered on his lips. You couldnât believe what you were hearing.
âYouâre sorry?â You breathe in disbelief.
âThatâs what I said, isnât it?â He says, stripping off his jacket revealing a shirt that had no business being so tight.
âYouâre so fucking--â you say, cutting yourself off with a groan. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you? You donât just leave people waiting--â
âYou came alone,â he says, cutting you off. âDidnât bring your bodyguard?â
âBodyguard? What the fuck are you talking abouââ
âPlease,â he scoffs, âLike Nanami-kun doesnât trail you like a dog?â
âOh so heâs the one trailing me?âyou scoff. âSatoru, I can barely get away from you.â
He takes a step closer, his breath tickling your neck. âYeah? So youâve noticed, canât get enough of youââ
âOh give it a restâYou groan, taking a step back. âFlirt with the wall, are we gonna fight or what?â
He chuckles, taking a step forward. âYou still wanna fight?â
âWhat else would I come here for?âyou scoff, âYou said if I was still up for it we would, so letâs fightâ
âLetâs fightâŚâhe chuckles, shaking his head. âAlrightâ
He takes a step forward, you can feel the cursed energy radiating off of him barely contained.
âIâll raise you something better, sweetheartâ he continues, flashing a pointed grin. âIâll take thisâ he says, snapping his fingers and the aura of the room shifted; feeling lighter. âOff.â He was closer now, the gap between you two slim to nothing, you could feel his breath he was so close. Was itâŚ? You reached forward tentatively and recoiled when you actually touched skin.
It was.
Infinity was off. He smirked, giving you a nod. âAnd, Iâll even let you strike first. I heard from a little birdie that youâre close contactâ
âI donât need your pityâ you scoff, raising your hands. âDonât hold backâ
âOh sweetheart,âhe laughs. In the blink of an eye he was surging forward and your legs were kicked from underneath you. Before you could hit the ground he was right there to catch you.
âYou wonât make it out alive if I actually fought youâ he says, there was another surge and you were thumping your head against the mat while he stood over you, extending a hand. âand we need this pretty head attached that pretty bodyâŚyâknow, in case we need backupâ
âYouâre such a bastard!ââyou exclaim and yelp when he phases in front of you again, grabbing your hands and pinning them. This wasnât fair, he was too fucking fast you could barely see him; trying to track him with your eyes made you sick.
âFight with your hands, sweetheartâhe goads, appearing behind you and pushing you to the floor, his foot on the small of your back. âNot your mouthâ
Another flash of cursed energy and heâs crouched down in front of you, holding out his hand again. âAwww, already tired?â
You donât take his hand instead swerving to kick his ankles, hoping that would take him down. He falters a bit to your elation, but you werenât fast enough for the kill. You shouldâve brought a cursed weapon, what the fuck were you thinking? The moment youâre on your feet youâre swept off of them again.
Youâre panting, unable to even strike and spending most of your time on the defense avoiding his blows. Heâs close again, right against your ear.
âStill want me to play fai-â
You crack your fist back instinctively, surprised when it actually makes contact with his jaw. Your heart was pounding in your ears, the adrenaline making your body tremble. You could barely breathe, every ounce of your being going into not ending up thrown across the room.
âHahâhe says, rubbing his jaw. âCute. You call that little love tap a punch?â
âStop calling me cuteâYou spit out through gritted teeth, gripping his arm and digging your nails in causing him to wince. If you couldnât land another hit you surely werenât going to let go.
âGet your fuckin claws out of meâhe grunts, gripping your other arm so youâre both at a standstill.
âStop calling me cute then,âyou repeat, digging your nails in deeper; youâd break skin if you kept going, you kind of wanted to.
âAhâhe grunts, the pain turning into laughter. âCanât I call it how I see it, baby?â
He grips your arm tighter to pull you closer. âSo fucking cuteâhe says, his breath against your cheek. âThe way you squirmâŚgodâ
âI fucking hate youâyou seethe, trying to pull your arm away. His hands were so cold, but they felt nice against your skin.
âDo you?âhe asks, âyou fucking hate me?âhe purrs, pulling you even closer. Your heart was beating out of your chest, the adrenaline churning in your stomach and making your knees weak.
âYeahâyou breathe. He pulls up his blindfold revealing those bright blue eyes that have your heart beating even faster.
âThen show me how much you hate meâhe says, one last tug pulling you flush against his chest. You could feel his heart beating, and you couldnât pinpoint why it felt surreal. Satoru was untouchable in a way that had him seen as less than human. To confirm he did in fact have a heartbeat throws your world on its axis again. The rhythmic thumping against his chest lulled you into a trance.
âCome onâhe says again, his breath fanning over your head. âIf you hate me so much then show meâ
âMaybe you canât?âhe muses. âWhat is it? Tell me, Iâm listeningâ
âI hate youâyou repeat, your voice taking on a shaky tone.
âAw babyâhe coos, letting go of your arm to squish your cheeks. âThis doesnât feel like hate, now does it? Youâre all over meâ
âLet go of me!âyou grunt, swinging blindly. Your heart was thumping rapidly and you could hardly breathe.
âDo you really want me to?âhe asks, his touch light now, ready to back off if you gave him the word. And you couldnât.
Time paused.
Did you really want him to?
Your breathing falters and your stomach churns as his lips turn up in a feral grin, his canines sharper than any personâs should be. You wanted to feel them against your throat. You could feel his cursed energy buzzing against your skin, it felt electric. His grip softened a bit and his eyes took on a lighter gaze.
âReallyâhe says, his voice low and serious in a way youâve never heard. âTell me to stop and I will. Itâs all your call.â
Did you want him to stop?
One look in his eyes and you knew things would never be the same.
Thanks for reading the inner workings of my mind with this fucker. Itâs not my best or even good but itâs honest workđĽš
If you want a pt.2 with the actual smut lmk but it might take me seven to eight business months to finish.
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Daryl SFW Alphabet !!
I'm leaving for a roadtrip tomorrow and idk how active I'll be so here's a little something I wrote today. Writing this def gave me some good ideas for some oneshots... :)
Words: 3,291 (including the prompts)
Warnings: None really, mostly fluff/ one teeny tiny little mention of suggestive content but it's literally like half a sentence/maybe some allusions to violence
Template from: https://the-coldest-goodbye.tumblr.com/sfw-template (@the-coldest-goodbye )
((I only proofread this once so I may go back in and edit it if I find any mistakes))
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
At first, Daryl, would be super affectionate, but only in private. He might interlock a pinky with you while youâre all around the campfire at the quarry and the farm, but when no one else is around he would be so mushy. Maybe later on, around the time they get to Alexandria and they begin to feel some safety and stability, he would be a bit more affectionate in public. He would place his hand on the small of your back and stand close to you while you talk to the Alexandrians to subtly let them know you were taken, and maybe he would kiss your temple before he or you went out on a run without the other.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Daryl would be your best friend at first. He would always find a way to make you laugh, even if he wasn't really trying to. He would bring you little things he finds while he's out hunting like pretty flowers and rabbit's feet for good luck. He would always stick up for you when the group makes you feel like your suggestions are stupid. There would be a slight shift pretty soon into the friendship though where he realizes that he wants something more. He wouldn't say anything, he would wait for you to make the first move, or at least until he was pretty positive you felt the same way. He wouldnât want to risk ruining your friendship if you didn't feel the same way. He would happily be your friend for the rest of your lives if that's all you could give him.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Y E S! Daryl loves cuddles, there is nothing that makes him feel more loved than at the end of the day, regardless where you are, when you guys lay down and you curl up into his arms. He would usually stay awake for a little longer than you to make sure that it was safeâŚ( totally not because he loves watching how your face relaxes when you finally fall asleepâŚ) (and definitely not because your little snores warm his heart so muchâŚ) (and for sure not because he is enamored by the cryptic mumbling you do in your sleep, always trying to stay as still and quiet as possible so he can try and decipher what you're sayingâŚ)
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
There is nothing Daryl wants more than to be able to settle down with you. But given the state of the world, it wouldn't be easy for a while. Sometimes at night, before you get to Alexandria, he would almost tear up watching you fold your clothes and arrange your shared tent, longing for some normalcy in this world so that he can just enjoy his life with you instead of having to fight for it every day.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Early on in your relationship, Daryl might try to leave you a few times. Not because he has fallen out of love, but because heâs worried you're too good for him. He thinks so little of himself and that you deserve better than him. Sometimes just a small thing can trigger this thinking and he will go off into the woods for a while to try and work through his thoughts. But you always find him and tell him that you donât want anyone else, only him. Once he finally feels comfortable enough in the relationship, there is absolutely nothing that can tear you apart. The only thing that would end the relationship, is if one of you dies.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Daryl had never envisioned himself settling down and getting married. But when you guys get together, he is so overwhelmed by his love for you that he kinda starts to want that. Of course, it isn't really a possibility now, but he would find you a ring one day while out on a run and bring it back to you. He would walk you down to the edge of the prison yard where no one can see you and lay with you in the grass for a while before he rolls over and gently grabs your wrist, lifting it up and slipping the ring onto your finger. âDaryl Dixon, are you proposing to me?â you would say in a smug tone. âDun need a ring to know Iâm yers, but thought it would look pretty on yaâ You wouldn't say much after that, not wanting to ruin the moment. This world was filled with so many uncertainties that it was scary to get so close to someone. But at the same time, the ring would become a symbol to you of what you were fighting for, a world where you could just be safe and have a happy life with your partner.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Typically, Daryl is the biggest softie around you, ânoâ is not a word in his vocabulary when it comes to you. He would be so careful with you that it almost sometimes frustrated you. But when it came to your safety, he would be a bit more firm, blatantly telling you ânoâ when you ask to come on a riskier run. He would not take any chances, so sometimes he was a bit more rough when he really had to put his foot down. But you knew that he was only like that because he cared so much so it doesnât really bother you.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Being hugged by Daryl would be one of your favorite things in the world. He would engulf your entire body like a warm blanket and hold you firmly close to him. He would always put one arm around your back, the other holding your head while he leaned his own into your shoulder. Sometimes he would gently rub your back in soothing circles while he embraced you and whisper sweet nothings into your ear when no one else was around.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
It would probably be a while before Daryl told you he loved you, but he would have known it for a long time before actually saying it. He would probably wait for you to say it first, not wanting to scare you off by making things more serious. As much as he would want to make a big deal about it, his anxiety would get the best of it and he would probably say it in passing one day, without bringing too much attention to it.Â
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when theyâre jealous?)
Only God himself could save someone from the wrath of a jealous Daryl. It was never something that he really had to deal with while you guys were on the road, maybe a few times here and there, but let's just say that the guys you ran into who made remarks won't ever make them again. When you get to Alexandria, he would have to reel in his rage a bit more, given these were people you would have to live with. But there would definitely be a few guys who suffered a fist to the face when they looked at you a certain way. The residents of Alexandria picked up pretty quickly that you were off-limits.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Daryl would kiss you alllll the time. He would kiss your head a lot since heâs much taller than you and there wasn't much privacy in the early days. You guys would never get into anything too passionate in public obviously, but behind closed doors, it was like he was the thirstiest man alive and you were the last drop of water left on earth. Before he would leave for a run he would hold the sides of your head with both hands and press a long kiss into your forehead before giving you a small peck on the lips.Â
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Children make Daryl a little uncomfortable at first. He never really knew how to act around them and what not to say. But over time he would grow very fond of Judith and RJ. When you guys get to the Commonwealth, you would basically adopt them. He would treat them like his own, playing with them when he had time off and reading them books in the evening. He wouldnât want kids of his own, which was fine because you wouldn't either, but he would be more than happy being the appointed guardian of Rick's kids for the time being.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Much to your dismay, Daryl was a morning person. In Alexandria and the Commonwealth, he would get up early in the mornings and make you something to eat while you slept a little while longer. He would quietly slip into your room and gently wake you up before handing you the plate of whatever he threw together. You guys would just sit in bed for a bit while you ate and talk about what you had to do for the day. Usually, he would eventually have to go do some sort of work, so he would tuck you back in and give you a kiss on the forehead before heading out and letting you catch a few extra hours of rest.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
In the evenings, you would cuddle up close to each other while you would whisper stories from your childhood. Over time, this nightly routine would become an exchange of stories, and he would share a few short memories from his own childhood. When you both eventually either ran out of stories or simply began to forget them, you would both talk about the future. What your imaginary house would look like, and how many cats you would adopt. When you had those talks, he would end them by leaning close to your ear and whispering âone dayâ, before giving you a kiss and drifting off to sleep.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Figuring out Daryl would be like trying to put together a puzzle with pieces you find hidden around a maze. Every once in a while he would drop a little tidbit about himself and you would memorize it and store it away, placing another piece in the slowly growing puzzle until you eventually begin to see the picture. Each time you would reference something he had told you before, or picked up something for him on a run that reminded you of a story he told you, he would fall deeper and deeper in love. It was the little things that meant the most to him, he was never one for grand gestures.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
To this day, the group still cannot comprehend how well heâs able to keep his patience with you. There were more than a few times that you made dumb mistakes, or got hurt, but he rarely broke. Sometimes, he would crack just a tiny bit when you did something that could've gotten you injured, but he would take a deep breath to calm himself down before apologizing and reminding you that he's not upset, he just doesn't want you to get hurt.Â
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
You would begin to think that Daryl knows you better than you know yourself. Not only did he remember every single thing you ever told him, no matter how big or small, but he also became an expert in analyzing your every move. He could spot your emotions sometimes before you even understood what you were feeling, always knowing how to approach you and talk to you based on your mood and expressions. You wouldnât realize it at first, but when he begins to bring you little things like candy you mentioned once that you used to like, or your favorite color sweater, you knew he was in deep. No one had ever made you feel more loved or more seen than he does.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
He would probably just enjoy all the quiet moments you were able to have together. Maybe his favorite would be the day you both went out to an empty field near Alexandria, devoid of walkers and had a picnic in the grass. You laid around for a while, watching the clouds pass by before you realized that he was watching you and not the sky. âWhat?â You stifled a laugh and asked him. âNuthinâ. You're just so beautifulâ You blushed a deep red and that only made him grow more enamored. He wasn't able to help himself, he leaned over and kissed you. He knew it was risky, but his need for you overtook him and you made lazy love in the field.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
In his mind, Darylâs number one job is keeping you safe. Yes of course, he cared greatly about the groupâs safety, but you were always top priority. Hell hath no fury like Daryl when heâs coming for someone who hurt you, on the rare occasion that they got through him. He would die for you in an instant, no hesitation. It would worry you, how much he risked his own life to keep yours safe, but you knew that it was a moot point. There was nothing you could say or do to convince him to back down. He would protect you until he was no longer breathing.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Daryl has never really been in a relationship before, so he doesn't know what to do. He's constantly asking Carol for ideas of gifts, dates, and small kindnesses he can do for you to show how much he loves you. She would tell him that he just needs to follow his heart and do whatever feels right, not try to force it. On the rare occasion that you had the time and safety, he would plan little dates. Taking you out to a spot that he had cleared the day before while telling everyone else you were going on a run. He would give you little handmade bracelets, trinkets he found while he was out, and cook for you as often as he could. But would feel like no actions could ever portray how much he loves you.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
You would be frustrated by how quick he would be to defend your honor. Even when someone would say something so small and insignificant, if Daryl thought it was an insult, fists would begin flying. But secretly, you loved how defensive he was of you. And you had to admit, it was pretty funny seeing Spencer whimper and scurry away from Daryl whenever they locked eyes, it's a shame his nose never did heal right.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Daryl doesn't care at all how he looks, unless he thinks that you don't like something. He would let you cut his hair when it got too long, and trim his beard when it got unruly, but you thought he was perfect just the way he is so he was content with himself. He would be a little insecure about his scars when you guys first get together, but it wouldn't take too long for him to feel comfortable enough with you to take off his shirt.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
When Daryl was without you, it was like a piece of his heart was missing. He would constantly be on edge and anxious to get back to you. He had fallen so hard, it would be actually impossible for him to exist without you anymore. Runs were hard, especially when he would be gone for a week or more, but he would keep a little polaroid photo of you in his vest pocket to try and fill a tiniest bit of the void that you left.Â
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
Daryl would write you notes. Whether it be a sticky note on your pillow in the morning when you woke up telling you that he had run to Ricks and would be back soon, or a note he slipped into your backpack before you left for a run telling you to be safe, and that he would miss you and couldn't wait for you to get back. When he is working on the bridge, he sends you letters by âmailâ, making whoever is running back and forth to Alexandria drop it off on your porch. These letters would be longer, detailing what all they had done that day and how much he missed you. You would write letters back to him and every time he saw the courier coming up on the camp, he would rush over and grab your letter before retreating back into his tent to read it. He keeps all of them in a small box hidden under his bed, and sometimes when he can't get to sleep at night, heâll read them for a while until he's able to drift off.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldnât like, either in general or in a partner?)
Daryl wouldnât like it when you wore makeup. Sometimes you would find an old tube of concealer or eyeshadow while youâre out and you would take it home and wear it for a bit. He didn't necessarily think it looked bad but he thought you were beautiful just the way you were, so he would tell you that you didnât need it and sometimes try to hide it so you can't use it again. Although, he did love it when you got wine drunk and put on your reddest lipstick and gave him kisses all over his face and chest while giggling and telling him how much you love him.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Daryl is such a blanket hog. When he first falls asleep he cuddles up next to you and holds you close, but as the night goes on he begins to slightly toss and turn, and usually he ends up taking the covers with him. It wasnât unusual for you to wake up in the middle of the night to a chill breeze and see Daryl on the other end of the bed with the covers half hanging off his side, half wrapped around him like a cocoon. He would always feel bad when he woke up and saw you were uncovered, so eventually, he would find an extra large blanket that covered you both, no matter how much he moved around.
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Not a Creature Was Stirring
Declan OâHara x Reader
Words: 2677
Summary: Christmas at the Priory gets more complicated with Maud canât make it back from London. As Declanâs girlfriend, you try to step in to still make it a perfect holiday for him and his kids. Needless to say, things donât exactly go according to plan.Â
Notes: With my love for Aidan Turner, you guys had to know Declan would be joining my list of stories eventually! I love him so much and Iâm happy to have him as the subject of my Christmas imagine this year. I hope you all have a happy holidays, whatever you celebrate and a wonderful new year! (and if you recognized the Poldark quote I totally stole, no you didn't)
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Tâwas two weeks before Christmas and all through the Priory, everyone buzzed with holiday spirit. Patrick and Caitlin were back from school, Taggie was busy making hors dâoeuvres for all of the holiday parties sheâd been hired to cater and you were enjoying a book by the fireplace. The only one who seemed unable to enjoy the season was Declan. He stomped about, going through receipts and orders and cards. His brows furrowed and his mustache curved with the harshness of his frown.Â
âI canât make sense of any of this,â he huffed. âEverything from the last ridiculous party she planned and I still donât know what to do.â
You set your book aside. Even though Declan and Maud were no longer together, you knew her approval still meant a lot to him. That, and now that he was the face of Corinium, he was expected to be a bit of a socialite as well.Â
âWhy doesnât she plan it herself?â You asked.Â
He hated getting into the details of these things. As long as there were good drinks and decent music, he seemed happy.Â
He ran a hand through his dark curls and collapsed onto the sofa beside you.Â
âBecause she wonât get here until Christmas Eve.â Declan blew out a long, tired breath. âAnd the kids have been hounding me about having something here for weeks. I think theyâre too cooped up. Tired of the house. Tired of me.â
Caitlin had complained more than once about her ongoing boredom.Â
You brought your legs up, draping them over his lap as you turned to face him. His hand found your calf, rubbing circles to soothe both you and himself.Â
âWhy donât you let me do it?â
âDo what?â
You flicked his arm. âThe planning, silly.âÂ
âYou want to plan Maudâs party?â He scoffed.Â
âSure,â you shrugged. âHow hard can it be?â
Declan grinned, snickering.
âWhat?â You asked.Â
He just shook his head and kissed your cheek, pulling you closer as he stared into the fire.Â
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Heâd tried to warn you. From the moment you volunteered to take over, Declan had told you it was not a task for the faint of heart. Especially since you were convinced the party had to be as extravagant and special as Maudâs would be. He wanted to tell you there was nothing to prove. That you didnât need to dazzle everybody and put on some grand show. But you seemed excited to help, so he didnât say anything. Besides, it was nice to focus on his work rather than invitations to people heâd rather not have to see more than he already did.Â
Taggie knocked on the door of his office, apron covered with flour. âHave you seen Y/N?â
Declan glanced up from his papers. Bills he couldnât pay and assignments he didnât want.Â
âShe isnât here?â
Taggie shook her head. âI was going to ask what she wanted me to make for the party.â
They looked at each other for a while until Declan shrugged.
âI have no idea,â he said. âShe hasnât told me anything.âÂ
âYou mean you arenât helping?âÂ
Declan scoffed. âI havenât exactly had time, Taggie.â He put the papers aside. âAnd she wonât let me.â
âShe wonât let you?â
âNo. She wonât let me.â
She sighed. âReminds me of me.âÂ
Taggie muttered, while it was nice not to be in charge for one, she felt a twinge of guilt thinking of you trying to throw everything together on your own.Â
âIf you find her, tell her I want to talk to her,â Declan said.Â
Taggie snorted. âRight. Talk.â
âYour sister is rubbing off on you,â Declan groaned. "Run off."
Taggie left snickering.Â
Declan tried to focus back on his work, but couldnât. Maybe Taggie was right. Was he expecting too much of you? He wasnât exactly known for his observation skills when the subject wasnât an official or celebrity he wanted to tear apart. He didnât want a whole fuss of a party anyway and now he was letting you bend over backwards to make it happen. He sighed, running a hand down his face. It was too late, of course. Declan knew if he said anything, you would assume youâd done something wrong.Â
Your current situation did little to help. Having spent the last two hours haggling over second-hand decorations, you still didnât have enough for both the entry hall and the dining room, not to mention other areas of the house. Plus, youâd need to repaint most of the wooden tree decorations, patch up the banners, and glue the ceramic snowman back together. The rest was a haphazard collection of string lights, ornaments, and brass angels you bartered for a steal. For you, it was enough. But for the OâHaraâs? For Declan?Â
It was hard not to feel cast into a shadow when his ex was who she was.Â
âWhy couldnât Maud be a minimalist?â You groaned. Maybe the girls could help you dig up some more decor from storage. Surely they had a snow or two tucked away somewhere.Â
StarsâŚÂ
Now that gave you an idea.Â
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12 hours. Thatâs all the time you had left to prep the best Christmas party Declanâs family could have.
No pressure, right?
With the decorations set- you nearly broke your neck putting them up- now all you needed to do was make enough food for all the people you invited. Taggie had offered to help, but you insisted she spend Christmas Eve about town with her siblings. Of course, this left you standing in front of a dozen empty pans and no idea how to fill them.Â
âHow does she do this?â You muttered to yourself, looking over the recipe for the thousandth time. Mince pies, cranberry tarts, figgy pudding⌠it all could have been delivered, but making it yourself was cheaper. You knew money was tight, not that Declan would ever admit it. So it would be the best- and most affordable- Christmas party.Â
Declan walked into the kitchen just as you were putting the first round of mini pies in the oven.Â
âMaud called,â he sighed. He smoothed his wild curls only for them to pop out again. âShe canât make it.â
You almost dropped the pudding. âWhat?âÂ
âShe canât come home for Christmas.â He tried to keep the frustration out of his voice, but you heard it all the same. âApparently thereâs a big party with lots of directors who might cast her, so sheâs staying in London.â
âOh.â You turned away so he wouldnât see your face fall. It was silly, really, to be upset. But you hadnât realized how much you wanted to impress her until now.Â
âIâm sorry, love.â Declan came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. âI know how much work youâve put into all this.â
Secretly, a small part of him was relieved, though it was a shame the kids wouldnât see their mother on Christmas.Â
Your back stiffened against his chest.Â
âThis is all the more reason to have this magnificent party,â you said, shrugging him away so you could get back to work. âItâll be good for Patrick and the girls.â
Declan stood to the side, watching fierce determination overtake your features.Â
He exhaled, surrendering. âAlright, love.â
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The kitchen smelled like smoke and blackened fruit. Coughing, you pulled the tray of unsalvageable tarts from the oven and set them aside. Youâd been so busy finishing up the decorations that youâd forgotten about them entirely. You opened the window despite the chill to let out some of the black clouds and godawful odor.Â
Just half an hour before guests would start arriving and youâd just ruined half of the desserts. Pouring yourself a glass of whatever was closest, you just hoped theyâd be content with free liquor after dinner. Maybe theyâd get too drunk to care.Â
âAre you setting fire to the entire neighborhood, because if so, at least spare my dogs.â A familiar snark sounded from behind you.
âRupert? What are you doing here this early?â You gasped, wiping your hands on your apron. âDeclan hasnât had enough whiskey to tolerate you yet.â
âThen you should have invited more people,â he teased. Rupert entered the kitchen, leaning on the counter. âWhy donât you have Taggie help you? Sheâs perfect at this.â The admiration in his voice was hard to miss, but you ignored it.
âBecause she deserves to spend Christmas with her family, not stuck in here with me.â
He raised a finger to point out you counted as family, but you interrupted.Â
âAnd what do you mean, invite more people?â You put your hands on your hips. âI invited half of the Cotswolds.âÂ
Rupert winced. âYes, well, that explains this then.â He pulled something from his jacket pocket. A stack of filthy, water-stained envelopes. âI didnât find them til this morning. Postman must have dropped them in the garden when he got chased off by the dogs.â He handed the ruined invitations over.Â
You stared at them, a lump forming in your throat.
âYou mean⌠no one is coming?â
âIâm afraid not, darling.â He plucked a not-charred tart from the tray and popped it in his mouth. âBut isnât this better. A more intimate gathering with your mustachioed man?â
You shook your head, running your hand through your hair, breathing starting to pick up.
âMaud is staying in London,â you blurted. âSo the family is without their mother for Christmas and I thought I could-â
âReplace her by throwing some ridiculous party?â He chuckled. His face fell, however, when he saw your lip quiver. âDarling, you know no one expects you to be Maud, donât you?â
You looked away.Â
âNobody wants that.â He stepped forward. âY/N, Iâm sure they donât. Iâm a little relieved sheâs not here, to be honest. She was always a bit much.âÂ
Shaking fingers struggled to untie your apron. You tossed it aside.Â
âI have to go.â You hurried for the door, grabbing a bottle of wine from the counter.Â
âY/N-â He started.Â
The door slammed shut behind you.Â
Rupert watched you go, sighed, and stole another tart.Â
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As the OâHaras piled into the main hall, Caitlin pinched Taggieâs arm, spotting the Minister of Sport coming out of the kitchen.Â
âI didnât know he was coming,â she whispered excitedly, earning a stern glance from their father.Â
Taggie gulped. âNeither did I.â
Both watched their father put on a tight smile and approach the other man.Â
âRupert.â
âDeclan.â Rupertâs smile was genuine, if not a bit arrogant. âIâm afraid Iâve been the bearer of bad news to your lovely Y/N,â he said. âAll her invitations were lost to my flower bushes, left undelivered.â
âSo thereâs no one coming?â Patrick frowned. Heâd hoped to meet some of his fatherâs good-looking TV hostess coworkers.Â
âFirst mummy, now the whole town. Whatever will we do?â Caitlin said, eying Taggie and scooching her forward. When that didnât work, she poked her brother. âPatrick scared them off with his terrible poetry.â
Patrick rustled her hair, making her squeak in protest.Â
Declan ignored them. He ran a hand down his face and looked around at all youâd set up. You hadnât even gotten to turn the lights on.Â
âShe seemed rather upset,â Rupert said, noticing Declanâs concern. âRan off into the night. Very dramatic.â He leaned forward. âPerhaps you should go find her, hm?â He gave him a knowing look.Â
Declanâs heart sank. He knew this wasnât about the party. Not really. He just wished heâd realized it sooner. And before Rupert Campell-Black.
Starting for the door, he stopped, grabbing Rupertâs arm.Â
âDonât-â He narrowed his eyes, â-touch anything.â
He hurried off.
Rupert turned to the remaining OâHaras.Â
âSo,â he clapped his hands together. âWho knows where Declan keeps his best scotch?âÂ
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He found you sitting on a snowy stump at the edge of the property. Declan watched the deep, shimmering green fabric of your dress sparkle in the moonlight, shifting as you lifted the bottle to your lips. You didnât seem to see him approaching, eyes trained at the stars.Â
âYou look-â He sat beside you and kissed your cheek, âbeautiful.â
âI donât feel beautiful,â you muttered, taking another swig. The wine stained your lips a reddish purple but you didnât care. Nobody would see it anyway. âI failed, Declan.â
âYou didnât fail.â
You scoffed. âThe dessert is burnt, the decorations are literally hanging by a thread, and- oh yeah- none of it matters because no one is coming.â You raised your arm for another drink, but Declan grabbed the bottle, bringing it to his lips instead.Â
Despite your efforts, your lip trembled.Â
âI just wanted your family to have the perfect Christmas,â you said.Â
âIs that what you think I care about?â He asked. âThe extravagant party? The guests lined up down the pather?â Declan took your hands in his, trying to warm them from the chill. âY/N, youâve gotten me to look forward to a holiday for the first time in ages.â He brought your hands up for a lingering kiss. âJust by being you.âÂ
Your shaking stopped, tears chased away by his soft smile. You snatched the bottle back.
âFlattering will hardly make me feel better, Mr. OâHara,â you teased.Â
He raised a brown and leaned forward.Â
âDoes this?â He kissed your lips. âOr this?â Your jaw. âOr maybeâŚâ The spot behind your ear.Â
âDeclan,â you breathed.Â
He kept his lips by your ear, whispering. âYou donât have to be any more than you are, to be enough for me.â
Now, your tears returned for a different reason. Throwing your arms around him, you crashed your lips into his, forgetting what youâd been so upset about. Your hands found his hair, tangling those perfect black curls around your fingers. He reached one hand around you to hold you closer while the other rested on your thigh, creeping ever upwards.Â
âIf nobody is coming, can we start to eat?â Patrick called out over the lawn, making you jolt apart.Â
You bit back a laugh, Declanâs face turning pink. âGo ahead!â
âLittle bastard couldnât wait ten more minutes?â Your frustrated boyfriend whined.Â
âTen minutes?â You stood, holding out your hand to help him.Â
Declan pinched your upper thigh and scooped you up, both actions eliciting a squeal from your lips as he carried you back.Â
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âReady?â
âYes!â They all cheered, impatient.
You giggled, holding the switch captive in your hand. âYou donât look ready.â
âGet on with it, Y/N,â Caitlin whined, âturn them on!â
A chorus of pleas joined her. Declan just laughed, giving you a wide grin.
âYou heard them,â he said.
âAlright, alright.â
You flipped the switch. All at once, the main hall lit up, and not just around the tree. Lights strung up above their heads created a canopy of color. Rupert turned on the speakers, filling the space with music. Exclamations of awe and excitement sounded all around you.
âCome on,â Caitlin said, dragging her siblings out to dance with her. Taggie glanced at Rupert, blush flooding her cheeks. He simply motioned for her to go on and dance.
Declan grabbed your hand.
âItâs perfect.â He kissed you deeply, making your knees weak as though he held you up in his embrace.
Caitlin made a teasing sound of disgust, but Taggie couldnât help but smile. She didnât think sheâd ever seen her father so happy.
Rupert leaned over to you as he strutted to join the others.Â
âTold you so,â he whispered. You reached to smack him, but he shimmied out of the way.
âTold you what?â Declan asked.Â
You curled a black strand around your finger.Â
âThat I didnât have to prove something to be loved by you.â
He pressed a kiss to your palm.
âFor once, Rupert and I agree.â He lead you out to dance, swaying slowly despite the cheesy song.Â
âMerry Christmas, Declan.â You kissed him again, nuzzling closer.Â
âMerry Christmas, my love.â
And so you all spent Christmas dancing to overplayed tunes under flashy, colorful lights.Â
And it was perfect.
#declan oâhara#declan o'hara x reader#rivals#rivals imagines#rupert campbell black#taggie o'hara#aidan turner#merry christmas
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Silver Relationship Headcanons.
requested.
yo! this is apart of a very biiig request that I've procrastinated with for a long time. I think this is the time I can write, since it's my break. trying to get the hang of things is hard, please bare with me! I don't have ANY of my old themes aside from the divider and pictures, sooooo it may look unaesthetic/horrifying until I decide to fix something. even if they didn't request this, this is also gift to @amethiosspouse !!
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silver is⌠complicated. some people might think heâs cold and distant, but heâs really just guarded and doesnât know how to express himself. heâs not the type to be overly affectionate, but his loyalty runs deep. if heâs with you, he means it. silver wouldn't just date anybody because of hersays or looks, he'd have to KNOW and like somebody forrealsies.
he'd most likely be with a person who is patient, but not a pushover. silver respects strength and independence, but he doesnât want someone whoâll bulldoze over his opinions either. he values emotional maturityâhe needs someone who can handle his quiet moments without taking them personally. sometimes he just needs some peace and quiet.
silver's love language is quality time, he has a soft spot for quiet moments together. just sitting in silence, watching the stars or listening to the sounds of the forest, is his idea of quality time.
sneasel is always around. itâs like glue. like its trainer sneasel doesnât trust people easily, so earning its approval is a big deal. once you do, though, itâll start bringing you random âgiftsâ (like berries or shiny rocks).
but just because you're dating him doesn't mean it's all sunshine and rainbows, like I said silver is complicated. be patient with him, and understand him for who he is! there are many pros and cons when dating this tomato.
there are many pros he has, silver is mature and that's what makes him a good partner.
heâs fiercely protective. silver might not always say the right thing, but his actions speak volumes. if youâre in trouble, heâll be there, no questions asked. you've got your own batman.
heâs surprisingly thoughtful. he remembers little details about you, like your favorite food or your favorite ice cream flavor. itâs his way of showing he cares. silver is attentive, he listens to people even when it looks like he isn't. he'd listen to your complaints and responds to it with clear answers.
silver will always help you, if you're a trainer he'll tell you tips you've never heard of. if you wanna battle, you've got yourself one!
there's never a perfect character, silver has alot of cons and things to consider. he's still his own person, and sometimes there are things you can't control.
silver struggles with vulnerability. itâs hard for him to open up, and sometimes it feels like heâs keeping you at armâs length. no matter how close you guys are, there will always be something he will keep private.
it takes him a long time to truly trust someone, and even when he does, thereâs a part of him thatâs always prepared for betrayal. this can lead to moments where he questions your intentions, even if youâve done nothing wrong.
when things get tough, silverâs instinct is to deal with it alone. he doesnât mean to shut you out, but it can leave you feeling like youâre not part of his life during the moments that matter most.
his intensity can be intimidating. he doesnât mean to come off as harsh, but heâs not great at softening his words.
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over all 7/10 heâs loyal, protective, and will stick by you through thick and thin, but his emotional unavailability and trust issues make the relationship a lot of work. if youâre patient and willing to deal with this, heâs worth itâbut donât expect a fairy-tale romance. expect a cynthia champion battle difficulty romance... do you get it? (probably not)
#pokemon#pokemon x reader#pokespe#pokespe x reader#pokemon manga#pokemon silver x reader#silver pokemon x reader#silver x reader#pokespe silver#pokespe silver x reader
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bellaras dialogue after weisshaupt is pissing me tf off i hate that they boiled the entire worldbuilding potential of elven gods returning down to one scene of "what if people think we evil :("
#and the rest of the time they just go Wow!! can you believe it! Our gods are back! Wow!#acutally so far all the dialogue after weisshaupt is pissing me off#can you guys show me something for once and not tell me#datv spoilers#for a moment i thought they were going to do something interesting with davrin and make him have unresolved survivors guilt but i seems lik#he got over it in the span of a 2 min talk with rook#im so mad#save me da2. save me. save m
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I hate to ask but who is hua Chang
Hua Cheng is the deuterantagonist of the Chinese web novel Heaven Official's Blessing! It's a historical fantasy novel about gods and ghosts and cultivators (xianxia) by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu. It's also a gay romance (danmei). The main themes are destiny, love, and what it means to be a good person. It has a comic version (manhua) and one-soon-to-be-two seasons of animation (donghua).
He's an 800+ year old ghost who has a sentient sword made from his own dismembered eye, runs a city, turns his enemies into blood rain, creates silver wraith butterflies and has been devotedly worshiping/pining after his god, Xie Lian, his entire life. This book is the longest hyperfixation I have ever had. So I think it's pretty good (understatement of the century).
I can and have written essay length rants about him but here is a paragraph i wrote a while back about my favorite things about him, to sum up:
His gender probably. The way he looked fate in the eyes and said âfuck you, old manâ and built a highly successful life of his own. How he is so fucked up but still hyper-competent. How all his strength comes from love. How his devotion changed as he grew up but never wavered. The way he is kind but not nice. His infodump swag.
#and thousands of words of fic!#eurghhhhhghghg hes so. the character fucking ever.#me reading tgcf for the first time and seeing an edgy gay-longing complex character with a neat visual design : Oh No#his full title is Crimson Rain Sought Flower because once when he was making it rain blood (as you do) he sheltered a flower.#also he has multiple forms. for most of the beginning of the story he appears as a teenager with both eyes#this is as brief an explanation as i can give you. i am showing SO much restraint.#i had to edit this post for conciseness an embarrassing amount. the tags too.#is the multiple social media accounts themed after him and constant drawing giving away that i like him#important note: i do not kin him and i do not simp for him#i am a xie lian and wei wuxian kin. if this tells you something about my mental health no it doesnt im just a silly guy#tgcf#not art#hua cheng
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i really do self sabotage when it comes to irl dating đđ
#spilling tea like you guys are my irls#first of all iâm chronically single#i dont do dating apps or casual sex (anymore. 2.5 years celibate by choice... which is a whole other story c: )#and second of all anytime anyone shows interest in me i am đââď¸đ¨ running away#even if theyâre cool#đđđđđ#i *am* the problem. THAT i know#thereâs this person who iâve known for a very long time and they've been trying to take me out for a year#(very casually not pushy at all)#first time i said yes but my travelling got in the way. eventually we stopped talking but then we started again some time later#and when they asked to do something again - i got scared so told them i was sick (WHICH I WAS BUT HFJGJGJGJ IDK)#and THIS time he mentioned it again#and i umm didnât respond until after 6 days#i know i know iâm awful#but hereâs the thing#IM TRAVELLING AGAIN#FOR A WHOLE MONTH THIS TIME#so if it even happens itâll be pushed back once more#but like i said we've known each other for a long time so it's always been brought up in a casual way. nothing that really screams DATE#although i can tell the tone of it is a lil more than friendly#iâm just glad heâs super nice and older than me (so he doesnât rlly care about late replies and all that. usually when i respond late he#replies right away)#and we both keep ourselves busy with work#AND HE LIKES ANIME TOO LMFAO HE DRESSED UP AS SUKUNA ONCE#so like#i need to do better#đđđđ#commitment is scary DATING IS SCARY#i just donât want to date until iâve achieved some personal goals but at the same time i donât want to limit myself you know#HOWEVER i canât have high expectations for my partner when i donât have high expectations for myself
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i had a conversation yesterday about hpv and the gardasil vaccine with a colleague that's a couple years older than me after learning that a colleague might have cervical cancer. i told him how lucky my sister and i had been to have parents who were super open about sex education and health. some of our friends didn't have that chance, that led us to get plan b for some, get them tested for stds or even our mom driving one to the hospital for an abortion. anyway, he told me that his parents and his family never ever would have talked about it because of religion and how they think they shouldn't have these discussions. it's wild to me that people are willing to have kids but won't protect them by having a couple of uncomfortable talks with them. whatever happens kids will be kids, they'll grow and have their first experiences if you want it or not. you can just try to make it so that when the time comes they're as safe and prepared as possible. who cares if that's uncomfortable? against your values? do you think children always respect the parents' values? lol no! they'll do everything behind their backs and put themselves in even more danger. if they don't want to have talks about sex condoms stds and consent then get a younger uncle to do it or something idk. it's your duty to educate and keep your children safe.
#i don't want kids for a lot of reasons but if i learned something bc of what my sister put our family through#is that kids do stupid shit whatever you do if they've decided to do it they will#just make them safe#and do everything to keep their trust#at least i hope im gonna be a good aunt#same thing for picking kids up#i knew that anywhere at any time no matter what id done drunk or taken i could call my parents and they'd come pick me up#no matter what#my sister had to call my parents once she was drunk out of her mind at one of her bf's friends' neighbour house#and they guy was really drunk and started playing with a chainsaw#before that he had insisted on showing where the bathroom was to her and she was freaking out#her bf was also super drunk neither could drive#my parents drove 40km at 3am to go pick them up#and that was a couple of years ago when they were already adults#if there's anything i don't want to mess up is telling my nieces and nephew that no matter what when or where they can call and i'll come#no questions asked nothing#kids need to have adults they can trust and that won't scream or punish them#this was a late night saturday ramble#good night
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i pass pretty much all the time but hm. ive heard interesting stuff from drunk ppl i know who dont know im trans
#''haha when my bf was talking about you and i asked to see a picture he showed me one and i was like... is that right? bc i thought that was#a girl in that pic. i mean only bc i didnt expect him to have any girlypop friends haha''#yeah i mean that is an average thing to say and not mean or anything but it hits a bit different when im trans#i mean the person saying that didnt know and if they did they would have never said anything like that#but it's still a bit. hmmm.#also the topic of my looks came up and it's funny how everyone thinks i'm cute#i wish i could b masc hot but im fine with being cute. not everyone can look good the same way#but like it's so common for the only compliment transmascs get being ''cute'' for various reasons but i think in my case it's just my#wavy hair and slight babyface and round features#which yeah ok whatever i'm still young - ive got plenty of time to start looking less like a boy and more like a man#as in even if i was a cis guy id look pretty much like this#though! im only 2 years on t so i cant wait what the future holds for how i'll look :3c#well almost 2 and a hlaf but yknow#also i have a slight. can i say this. ''tranny voice'' which. slay. but i was told i ''sound like a femboy'' which#once again super funny that ppl say that stuff bc they genuinely cant tell im trans#the only reason i pass is bc i get read as [justin mcelroy voice] kinda faggy#oh that guy over there with wide hips and feminine manners and voice and small feet and hands [compared to cis men] with an apparently cute#face who doesnt seem to know anything about stereotypical guy stuff? thats a cis man#and i love that#but also one of these ppl is not cis#if you saw me irl you'd know im insanely easy to clock for trans people#but yeah whatever im just amused by all this it's kind of fun having ppl not know im trans#but also i have a new friend who doesnt know and i think i should let him know at some point if it comes up bc idk man. it feels like im#living a secret life or something. like obviously no one has the right to know im trans but. i can make the choice of wanting someone toknow#but also hes my only guy friend who lives in this city. well technically not the only one i have another friend but we never hang out irl.#anyways i dont want to ruin our broship#i dont think itd get ruined and if it did itd just mean whatever but im still scared#agh idk#leevi talks
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