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bked0n-lorazepam · 5 months ago

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"Inseparable" Part Eleven

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Short Little Summary: They try to make pancakes, she gets fed up with him, a little something something occurs during shower time, and Patrick is a very possessive guy. (He gets a little freaky at the end)

Warnings: Vulgar language, groping, suggestive, no actual smut.

Words: 1,997

A/N: Chat, I'm so embarrassed right now, how could I forget this part. Anyway, I think cock-blocking Patrick is my favorite thing to do, it's so much fun. And sorry if you're favorite flower is carnations, I just thought of some random one, and sorry if you like cheese. Have fun reading, feedback is always welcome!!

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“What the fuck am I doing wrong?” Patrick yelled while holding onto the baking mix box, reading over the directions. Y/N sat on the counter, chewing on the leftover chocolate chips they didn’t use.

Patrick somehow ended up burning the pancakes, twice, so she gave up on breakfast.

“Maybe stop staring at my tits and actually watch them cook.” She said and swung her legs back and forth, shoving a handful of chocolate chips in her mouth.

He glared at her and threw out the burnt pancakes, putting his hands on his hips and staring at the pan on the stove.

“I’m done with that shit.” Patrick murmured and opened the fridge, a slice of cheese appearing in his hand.

Y/N looked at him distastefully, her hatred of cheese showing all over her face. She hated the texture, the way it smelled, the way it tasted. She hated cheese more than she hated anything in the world, and she would forever stand by the fact that it was a food made by the devil himself.

Patrick slapped the cheese onto the counter next to Y/N, to which she flinched from the sudden loud noise.

“I want pancakes.” She whined, setting down the jar of chocolate chips and leaning back on her hands. Patrick took his eyes away from the cheddar on the counter to look at her, and he sneered.

“So make them your fucking self, lazy bitch.” He counteracted her complaint and picked the cheese slice back up, opening it and pulling off a small piece. His mischievous eyes didn’t stray from her tired ones as he chewed on the cheese like a damn cow.

“Fine, you fucking asshole.” Y/N hopped off the counter and wiped off any chocolate chips that may have been on her clothes before getting the stove and pan ready for pancakes, once again.

She had fixed up all the ingredients, after berating Patrick for somehow forgetting to add eggs into the pancake mix, and stood by the stove, watching her food cook.

Patrick was sitting down in one of the chairs that he stole from the dining room and was chewing on a plastic straw when Y/N had placed a plate of pancakes in front of him.

“Bon appétit.” She smiled exhaustingly, trying to rub the sleep from her eyes. She needed something to wake herself up for, but she didn’t know what.

Well, she didn’t know until she bit into one of her pancakes. “I think I’m gonna take a shower and do my makeup when we’re done eating.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck.” Patrick was scuffing down the sweet breakfast before pausing and looking at her. “Wait, no. I wanna join.”

“Absolutely not.”

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Y/N ran her fingers through her hair, closing her eyes and lathering the shampoo on her head. Showers were relaxing to her, especially feeling clean. They were her favorite thing in the world.

“Damn, did you know that John Lennon’s dead?”

They were her favorite when Patrick wasn’t with her.

“Yes, Patrick. He’s been dead since, like, forever.” Y/N rolled her eyes and put her head under the water, rinsing her hair out. “What the hell are you reading, anyway?”

“I don’t fucking know, some weird ass magazine.” Patrick threw the paper book away from him on the floor and leaned back on the sink he was sitting on, crossing his arms.”You almost done?”

“No.” Y/N gritted her teeth and started putting conditioner in her hair, using a comb to make sure it was even all around her head. He was so impatient that it drove her insane.

She knew he only sat in the bathroom while she showered because he got to see her breasts when she reached out to grab a towel, and it was one of the things about their friendship that pissed her off.

He always wanted to shower with her, whether he’s the one who needed to shower first or her, he always wanted to be there with her.

Y/N grabbed a washcloth and put her body wash on it while she waited for her conditioner to work in her hair, and she started lathering herself with it.

Patrick smelled the berry scented soap and knew she was getting close to done because that was the second to last step in her routine.

Vanessa rinsed herself off after, along with her hair, and turned off the water. She stared at the shower curtain that blocked Patrick from viewing her naked body, and thought for a second.

He’d seen her naked before, even though they were all accidental. Or at least that’s what she told herself they were. She had bought a new body butter from the convenience store and wanted to try it out, and usually she’d ask Patrick for a towel and kick him out, but it always took forever to get him to leave.

She also needed her skin to still be wet when she put the lotion on, so she needed to put it on before drying off.

“‘You good in there?”

“Yup.” Y/N responded and opened the curtain, stepping out of the shower.

To say she felt like a piece of meat being dangled in front of a starving lion was an understatement. She knew he was going to stare at her breasts, like always, but his eyes went straight down her body, and he didn’t look up.

“Are you good?” She watched him lick his lips and smile before he finally looked into her eyes.

“Never better, babe.” He leaned his head against the mirror and sighed, his eyes going straight back to her breasts.

Y/N hummed and rang the leftover water out of her hair, grabbing the tub of body butter. She opened it and he watched her like a hawk watching its prey.

She put some on her fingers and ran it up and down her leg, massaging it before moving onto the other. She then moisturized her arms and looked back at Patrick, their eyes meeting each other's.

“‘Should let me do the rest of you.” He suggested with a serious face. Y/N smiled and tilted her head.

“Be my guest.”

Patrick leapt off the counter and put the same amount of lotion that she did on his own fingers, and she flicked her wet hair off her shoulders. She hated the way her hair felt when it was wet, but she’d put up with it for a bit.

He looked her dead in the eyes and rubbed the lotion all over the palms of his cold hands right before attaching them to her breasts.

She gasped at the cold, a soft ‘fuck’ leaving her lips when his cold fingers pinched at her nipples. “I really hope you know I meant my back and all that shit. Not this.”

“I know.” He grinned, continuing to grope her. His hands roamed the rest of her body as well, resting on her ass.

She deadpanned and he smirked.

“Seriously?”

“You know me well enough to know that this was going to happen no matter what.”

Y/N was about to say something when he started to move closer to her, using his grip on her ass as leverage to move her towards him as well, until the doorbell rang. His smile fell from his face and fear quickly flashed over hers, and she pushed him against the counter.

“Ow.” He rubbed at the part of his hips where it connected with the edge of the sink and watched her quickly rush to put clothes on. The doorbell rang again, and again, over and over.

“I’m fucking coming!” She yelled back, pulling her pants on and running to the door, Patrick following behind her.

“You definitely will later.” Patrick snickered and she whipped her head back to him to give him a pointed look. He raised his hands up in mock surrender and Y/N opened the door.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?” Patrick interrogated the guy at the door before Y/N could even open her mouth.

“I’m just, uh. I’m here for Y/N.” The guy gestured to Y/N, and that was when the two friends noticed the bouquet of flowers in his hands.

Patrick looked unimpressed and Y/N didn’t know what to do, especially because she didn’t remember him at all. Luckily, she didn’t have to ask him who he was because Patrick was already on that case.

“And you fucking are?” He leaned his body against the side of the door frame and put an arm around Y/N's shoulder.

The guy grimaced at Patrick and told him his name, “Duke Adams, and you are?”

“Patrick Hockstetter.” The two men held a stare down for a while before Y/N remembered who the guy was.

“Oh, you’re the guy I danced with during freshman year,” She pursed her lips, “You ditched me for Sandra Kellies.”

Duke cleared his throat and looked down at his shoes in embarrassment, and mostly to avoid Patrick’s burning gaze.

Patrick didn’t have a good feeling about the boy, although he never had a good feeling about anyone who would potentially date Y/N.

“That uh, isn’t exactly a proud moment of my life.” Duke nervously chuckled and looked at Y/N with the sweetest eyes she’d ever seen. She remembered him as the worst guy of her life when she started dating, but for some reason, his eyes made it seem like he’d changed. They held a softer, kinder gaze than when they first met. “These are for you.”

He handed her the bouquet and stepped back a bit, glancing at Patrick. He never let his hardened gaze fall from Duke, and he reminded Duke of a guard dog.

Or more like one with early stages of rabies because he was sure if he didn’t leave soon, Patrick would start growling at him.

“Anyway, my house phone is in the tag, if you ever wanna talk again. I’ve missed you.” Duke smiled and stepped off Y/N's porch, getting into his car and driving away.

She watched him go and waved him goodbye, her own smile clear on her face. She looked up at Patrick and noticed a look of hatred in his eyes, one she’d seen whenever she’d introduce a guy to him.

He was a possessive and jealous man, she knew that. Even though they weren’t dating or anything, she sure as hell was going to have her fun with him.

“Maybe I should call him.” She taunted and moved his arm off of her and walked back into the house, Patrick following her trail like a dog.

“The fuck are you talking about? He broke your heart, he sure as hell is gonna do it again.” He tried to reason, running up the stairs with her. She placed the bouquet of flowers on one of the small tables in the hallway, to which he noticed what flowers they were.

“They aren’t even your favorite, he got you fucking carnations.” He scoffed and stopped following her when she reached the bathroom and turned around, blocking his way of entering with her.

“Maybe I secretly like them.” She winked, and he huffed out a laugh.

“Don’t try that shit with me.” He put his arm up to hold onto the top of the door frame.

“Hm, oh well. It’s my call anyway, not yours.” She shrugged and smiled, closing the door on his face.

“What the fuck?” He yelled, wanting to continue what they were doing before they were interrupted.

“Go jerk off or something, I don’t want you to distract me!” She yelled back and he heard the blow dryer turn on.

He groaned and pushed off the wall, making his way to Y/N's bedroom. He sat down on the soft sheets of the bed and looked around, trying to find something to do. His eyes laid on the familiar purple piece of fabric in her laundry bin, and he grinned.

Maybe he’d take up on her suggestion.

#x reader #fem reader #patrick hockstetter #pennywise #it #patrick hocksetter x reader #stephen king

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mifs · 10 months ago

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Hello will. i was tagged by the ever wonderful @isopodhours so here we go tag game time

Nickname: mifs and assorted variants

Height: 5'10

Favorite school subject: art

Something I want to learn: ugmmmmm. how to knit better

Favorite quote: i like the lyrics "ivory towers and plastic flowers" from elo's The Way Life's Meant To Be. from the album time

Favorite food: that snack mix that has pretzels, cheetos, and mini nacho cheese doritos and harvest cheddar sunchips in it.

Favorite place: This gay ass city rochester everyone should visit theres gonna be a total solar eclipse here in april

What can't I leave my house without: i havent left the house in a month so i dont fucking know

Last song I listened to: millennium anthem 2000 new years eve

Identity: fat genderfluid bi butch. Fursona haver. collector of little things

Eye color: baby cow brown or whatever

Hair color: also brown

Something I collect: maneki neko as well as Regular cat chotchkes

Favorite movie: sighs loudly. the brave little toaster. always has been and always will be

Favorite song: no idea but probably something by either elo or red vox

Favorite book: i cant say the name of it or i will be swarmed but the name is similar to "goon omelet"

Zodiac sign: cancer. crab

Languages: english

Full name: mifs "raspberryjamrock" "blackmarketjoy" "pikpikpop" pyrovisionary. im not putting my real ass name on here

Tattoos/piercings: my ears are pierced but i dont have Any fun earrings yet aside from ones that make it look like theres screws going through my ears. i need to get ones that look like floppy disks or fish or something one of these days

theres no way in hell im tagging 20 people. so ill tag the bastards i know well. You have my blessing to do this wighout me tagging you directly go do it

@biracy @pkbeamgamma @feintenstein

#talkin

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aajjks · 6 months ago

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hair: https://pin.it/9XZXmstqa

four months preggo y/n: https://pin.it/7C3RumYGk

seol’s outfit: https://pin.it/4GWSRDGd4

what’s the name of your baby boy alina? 🙂

mommy issues!JK

you are four months pregnant and the happiest you’ve ever been. your belly has gotten a lot bigger and so has everything else. you had to donate a lot of your old clothes from your earlier term because now your jeans won’t button and maybe your ass got fat too because you can’t move them past your thighs. so, jungkook has been bought you a lot more dresses for your pregnancy but don’t get me started on your new sense of taste.

don’t judge but you’re a sucker for plain cream cheese. yes, the bagel cream cheese and you eat with everything. strawberries and cream cheese, cucumbers and cream cheese, pretzels and cream cheese, and the only chips you eat are lays cheddar and sour cream. you absolutely hate pickles, eggs, and yogurt because it makes you gag to the point of throwing up. how does jungkook handle it? easy. he just goes with the flow and buys you whatever your little pregnant-self desires.

you’re still hiding your pregnancy but now that your tummy is a lot bigger, it’s not easy to hide it anymore. your 4-month belly is playing peek-a-boo with your blue sundress, so someone is bound to find out that you’re pregnant and you have a feeling that’s what jungkook is going to ask you since he’s dying to tell everyone the good news.

“Baby..”

“yesss??”

“Seol will be with eunwoo so we can go to the doctor’s appointment, and maybe find out the gender???”

“it’s time already? okay. i laid his outfit on the bed. i just need to put my shoes on and i’ll be ready”

if you could, you would stay in this position forever—jungkook’s caressing your bump, your head is leaning on his shoulder, it’s all picture perfect. soon, you’ll be a family of four…

after seol is all freshened up, jungkook helps his son get dressed and curiously, seol asks his father “daddy? why is mommy’s tummy so big?“

~🫧

Jungkooks eyes widen and he feels his cheeks heat up at his innocence. Jungkook exchanges a look with you before answering.

“Mommy’s tummy is so big because she’s hiding a surprise for you in it.” Jungkook kisses Seol on the cheek before winking at you.

You blush, “okay sweetie let’s go to uncle and auntie hmm?” Jungkook picks him up from the ground and “yn- my love come on- we will drop him and then we will go straight to the doctor.”

And Jungkook has a surprise for you, that he can’t give you right now, but of course eunwoo knows about it.

“Hey babe where are you going? Your pendant is not in my drawer, okay? No you can’t go through it- we’re late let’s hurry.” Jungkook grabs your hand and takes you all to the car.

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“No yn you can’t meet A-Jin right now- look at you- they will know you’re pregnant and I want them to find out after we find the gender!!!” Jungkook excuses himself to drop Seol into the cha household.

Ever since you’ve been pregnant, your maternal instincts are through the roof quite literally you have been so affectionate with every single one of the babies you can find In Busan,

“HEY MY FAVORITE BOYS!” Eunwoo greets them with a huge smile on his face while carries his one month old baby in his arms.

“Is yn here with you?” Eunwoo asks as he kisses seol’s cheek while Jungkook snatches A-Jin from eunwoos embrace.

“yeah she is but you know I’m not letting her be here because I need to discuss something with you.”

Eunwoo nods in understanding. “Oh.. so is it the one from the picture you sent me last night?” He asks, making sure that even his wife cannot hear him.

Seol runs into the house as Jungkook cuddles A-Jin to his chest. He has missed holding a baby so much and now he will get to hold one of his own again soon.

Jungkook smiles, “ofcourse I think it’s perfect and it’s so pretty is it not?”

Eunwoo gives him a thumbs up. “dude she’s gonna be all over you.. we all know diamonds are a girls best friend.” He winks.

And jungkook laughs out loud before giving the baby boy back to eunwoo.

“Okay she’s waiting for me in the car. I’ll see you later!”

••••

The drive to the hospital is so much fun because you both keep on talking about your child and he can tell that you’re a little nervous because it’s your first time and frankly speaking. It’s like his first time too because he did not find out about Seol until he was born so this kind of experience is very new for him as well.

“Ahh yn I’m telling you we’re gonna have a girl!” Jungkook coos, his hand resting on your stomach

He’s just so obsessed with your belly he has a lot of pictures of you in his phone.

“We’re here at the hospital! Let’s go.”

#ask: mi!jk #omg his name is A-Jin aw #OMG THAT DRESS I NEEED IT #yn pregnancy fashion icon

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nanograms · 2 years ago

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Leona x GN!Reader - Grilled Cheese - A short Drabble

I may or may not have been inspired because of a convo I had with my friend on discord 💀

Possible OOC Leona but shhh

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Leona’s ears twitch as his head rested on your stomach. The afternoon sunshine shone down on both of your bodies as he lays on top of you. Your hand finds its way down to his head and you gently comb your fingers through his hair. Leona stirred for a moment, satisfaction courses through his body.

Leona was slowly pulled away from his slumber as hunger envelopes him whole. He frowns and furrowed his eyebrows as Leona slowly opened eyes. He lets out a big yawn and licked his lips. Leona craved the taste of something specific today, and that item was cheese.

Grilled cheese, to be more specific.

It doesn’t really matter what type of cheese he wants, all he cares is that he wants it grilled. Leona rolls over until he faces you. You look at him and he looks at you, before he decided to poke your nose.

“Oi, Herbivore. ‘M hungry.”

You raised an eyebrow. And what did he want you to fo with it? You sat up, removing your hand from his hair. Leona grumbled is displeasure. His head rolled onto your lap as you stared at his face with a confused look.

“Whatcha lookin’ at me for? I told ya, ‘m hungry. Make me grilled cheese.”

What a spoiled fuckin’ lion he is. You scoffed and told him to get it himself if he’s so hungry. You weren’t gonna grill him cheese. You were just too comfortable right now to move a muscle.

The lion furrowed his eyebrows and looked up at you with the most pathetic sad eyes he could give. Crocodile tears poured into the corner of his pretty green eyes. His bottom lip trembled. His ears flatten against his head. Was he.. seriously about to fake cry just for you to make him grilled cheese? Yes. Yes he was, because before long, you have a grown ass lion on your lap fake crying loudly at you. Fake tears ran down his cheeks and staining your shirt and pants.

And that’s how you found yourself in this situation. In the kitchen, grilling Leona a grilled cheese sandwich. The scent of bread mixed with cheddar cheese melting is intoxicating. It smelled fucking delicious. You used the spatula to press the sandwich down before flipping it to the other side to cook both sides of the bread until it was crispy.

You turned the stove off and placed the bread on a plate. After cleaning the station you were using, grumbled slightly and walked back to Savanaclaw, where your lazy ass of a lion resided.

Instead of handing your sandwich to him like a normal person, you chucked it at him, getting crispy pieces of the sandwich on his bed. Leona jolted, not expecting food to be thrown at him on this lovely afternoon. He slowly got up, cursing at the crumbs that were now on his bed. He’s gonna get Ruggie to clean that up later.

Leona picked it up and stared at your sandwich, studying it like it was the most interesting historic relic he has ever seen. He looked at you and the back at the sandwich before he finally spoke.

“..I asked for grilled cheese, not a grilled cheese sandwich.”

You punted his ass to the sun that day.

#rat fics #leona kingscholar #twisted wonderland leona #leona x y/n #twst #twisted wonderland #I have never had grilled cheese before 💀

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bellamer · 2 years ago

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Wait In The Fire

It all started when Richie came in fussing about a new restaurant that had opened up a few blocks away, how their lines were almost down the damn street and how it'd fuck them over. All day, he wouldn't shut up about it, how the days were getting slower and slower because of the piece of shit who decided to open up near them, even threatening to go down there and kick the owner's ass.

"He's probably some gentrifyin' hipster shithead who's gonna bring more hipster shitheads here to force us out !" Richie yelled, before going out back to have a smoke after Carmy yelled at him to take a walk and calm down.

Soon, Carmy's curiosity got the better of him and he decided to check out the new place. He had found out that it actually was not a piece of shit hipster den serving oatmilk lattes and avocado on toast like Richie thought, but a soul food joint.

The place was called simply called "Grace" and Carmy had stopped by during dinner. When he was seated, he was immediately serviced by a young woman, who took his order. Having never cooked soul food before and never really getting the chance to taste it, he pondered over the menu for a while before finally deciding.

He ordered the mac and cheese, collard greens, ox tails, banana cream pie and sweet tea. He didn't know what to expect and kept his expectations low, but when he took a bite out of those greens, he felt like he had be slapped in the face with flavor.

They were salty but not too salty but had a nice bit of spice to them, he thought he tasted chilli pepper but wasn't sure. The mac and cheese was creamy and tasted like it had at least three or four different cheeses in it, as he swore he tasted gouda mixed with cheddar and something else he couldn't put his finger on. The ox tails were rich, silky, earthy and tender and the sauce they were cooked in was just divine, they tasted nothing like the gourmet and extra expensive ox tails he's had at fancier restaurants. The banana cream pie was rich, creamy and sweet. The sweet tea was refreshing and the blend was unique.

He didn't even finish his meal after the first few bites. For a moment, he just sat there with his head in his hands, analyzing the flavors, the textures, the overall tastes, how the food made him feel.

Maybe that was the reason it was called Soul Food. It touched your soul when you ate it.

Carny had lost track of time and didn't realize how long he had been there, but when he had finally looked up, the restaurant was cleared out and the staff was cleaning up.

He suddenly jumped when someone put a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see a tall, well built man with dark skin and even darker eyes looking down at him. He had his hair in braids and was wearing a black apron over a white shirt and gray sweatpants. He looked at Carmy with such a gentle look in his eyes that it made his breath hitch.

"You okay, man ?" The man asked in a deep yet soft voice. "If the food wasn't to your liking, I could send it back and personally make you another or something else."

"N-No-" Carmy started off, clearing his throat, pulling himself together. "No, you don't gotta do it the meal was- the meal was perfect it's just-"

"First time having Soul Food ?" The man asked with a smile. Carmy noticed that he had a slight gap between his two front teeth. Carmy instinctively gave a small smile.

"That obvious huh ?" Carmy asked, running a hand through his hair. The man pulled another chair to his table and sat across from him.

"I can always tell." The man said, scooting the chair closer to the table. "The name is Beau, Beau Agustin, owner and head chef of this place." He reached a hand over the table to shake Carmy's hand. Carmy clasped hands with him, noting how Beau had a firm hand shake and made eye contact.

"Carmen, Carmen Berzatto but people call me Carmy or Carm, it's up to you really." Carmy said, before pulling his hand away from Beau's firm grip. Beau rested his hand on the table and gave Carmy an astonished look.

"You're Carmen Berzatto ?" Beau asked, leaning in a bit. "I thought you'd still be up in New York ?"

"You've heard of me." Carmy stated, clasping his hands together and leaning in a bit too.

"Anyone who's anyone in this business has heard of you, just never expected you to stumble into my joint, ever." Beau said, shaking his head.

"Well, your place is actually only a few blocks away from mine, so I decided to check it out." Carmy stated. "And it blew my expectations out of the water."

"Did you come here having low expectations ?" Beau asked, tilting his head a little, looking a bit offended.

"It's not that it's just-" Carmy was interrupted when Beau laughed.

"I'm just busting your balls, I'm not really mad if you did." Beau said. "Most people don't know what to expect when they try soul food for the first time, most people expect it to be absolutely disgusting because of the ingredients we use but leave pleasantly surprised and satisfied."

"I admit, my expectations were low but I'm just like that in general." Carmy said, looking away from Beau. He sighed. "The food was perfect."

"Well thank you, Carmy." Beau said, unknowingly making Carmy shudder when he said 'Carmy'. "I'll have someone bring you a to-go plate and hey, an extra slice of banana cream pie on the house." Beau then stood up. "I hope we get to talk again."

"Yeah..." was all Carmy said, watching Beau walk away.

The next time Carmy saw Beau, was when Beau came to The Beef. No one had a clue who he was, he just looked like a regular customer, and the only reason Carmy caught a glimpse of him, was to come up front to grab a sharpie.

That and because Beau was the only one there.

"Hey." Carmy said, glancing over at Beau. "You here to scope my place like I scooped yours ?"

"Maybe." Beau said, crossing his arms. "Maybe I just came for a sandwich because I was hungry."

"Yeah, well, sorry my place ain't as shiny and new as yours." Carmy said, with a bit of edge in his voice.

"I don't care what the place looks like, I've been in the shittiest holes that served the tastiest meals, and half of those places didn't even have a sign and they were out of half of the menu and I waited two hours for the food but, best meals I ever had." Beau laughed. "I don't give a fuck if you guys gave stained walls and a semi dirty floor."

"Alright then." Carmy said, nodding. "What'd you order ?"

"The classic Italian Beef, I wasn't feeling too daring today." Beau said with a shrug. "But I have faith it'll be delicious." Beau shot a wink at him.

Carmy felt as if his heart skipped a beat when he saw Beau smile at him and felt the need to bring Beau his food personally and watch him take a bite.

He quickly intercepted Richie bringing the food over to the counter, ignoring the "What the fuck, cousin ?!?" He was given and quickly dropped Beau's food off with an "enjoy" before disappearing back into the kitchen, although he couldn't stop his eyes from wandering and glancing at Beau, watching him take a bite, then another.

Eventually, he got caught up with another order coming through and couldn't focus on Beau or analyze his reaction to the food and didn't even get to see Beau leave. He didn't know when he'd see that man or why he looked forward to seeing him again.

The third time Carmy met Beau was by pure coincidence, a few weeks after Beau had visited The Beef. The man had stumbled into the same corner store where Carmy bought his cigarettes.

"Hey, Carm." Beau greeted, standing beside Carmy in line.

"Oh, hey." Carmy said, looking up from his phone, that he was using as a distraction to ignore his surroundings. "Funny seein' you here."

"Yeah, I had to pick up a lighter and some wrapping papers." Beau said, dapping Carmy up. "You ?"

"Cigarettes." Carmy answered plainly. "I was just heading home from The Beef and had to make a stop."

"Same with me and my place." Beau said, nodding. "Hey, I hope this ain't too weird but I've been experimenting with some new desserts to add on the menu at my place, would you like to come over and perhaps, I dunno, give me some input ?"

Carmy was speechless for a moment, pondering on what to do but decided to say fuck it. He had nothing better to do and he didn't really want to go home at the moment.

Carmy had no idea how he ended up here. One moment he was taste testing cheesecakes and cobblers, the next, he was being hoisted up against a counter, swapping saliva with a man he barely knew.

He guessed it made sense. He never had girlfriends and he never actively pursued women or had any interest in them and he never had girlfriends. But then again, it didn't make sense, because he never actively pursued men or had any boyfriends, Beau was the only man or person he'd ever shown interest in.

He gasped as Beau pulled away from their kiss to nip at his neck, Carmy panting loudly as he tried to stifle his moans, but was utterly failing, gripping onto Beau's shirt with one hand, and Beau's braids with the other, as he cried out in ecstasy, wanting more.

What would Richie think if he saw him like this ? What would Sugar think ? What would his mother think ? What would Mikey think ?

Even though it was 2022, being a man and fucking another man was still considered absolutely taboo in their community. Would he be considered 'not right' ? 'An absolute disgrace ?' Probably.

He'd figure it out later.

#the bear on hulu #the bear oc #the bear hulu #the bear #the bear 2022 #the bear fanfiction #carmy x male oc #carmen berzatto #carmy x oc #carmy berzatto #mlm #richie jerimovich #natalie berzatto #slight n/s/f/w #but not that much #would love some feedback

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pinkcherryobseslove · 10 months ago

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nosy anons let's go

Og by: int-shako

0: Height

5'5"

1: Age

2: Shoe size

8-9 women's

3: Do you smoke?

No - never plan to

4: Do you drink?

No - never plan to

5: Do you take drugs?

No - never plan to

6: Age you get mistaken for

18-21 (have been since 15)

7: Have tattoos?

None, but soon

8: Want any tattoos?

Yes, many

9: Got any piercings?

Just lobes

10: Want any piercings?

Belly button

11: Best friend?

My fiancée

12: Relationship status

Engaged

13: Biggest turn ons

My fiancée, hands, femmes

14: Biggest turn offs

Men

15: Favorite movie

Saw (franchise)

16: I’ll love you if…

You don't smoke, drink, and you love like me

17: Someone you miss

No one

18: Most traumatic experience

I have too many

19: A fact about your personality

I find comfort in nature, catching animals, finding rocks

20: What I hate most about myself

My disorders & anger issues

21: What I love most about myself

My love of animals

22: What I want to be when I get older

Alive and okay, with my fiancée and our baby

23: My relationship with my sibling(s)

Only Child

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

Good, my mom and stepdad however

25: My idea of a perfect date

So many perfect ideas

26: My biggest pet peeves

Constantly asking what's wrong

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

Long bleached hair, cutest glasses, scenemo, autistic (/pos), touchy, not very social, metalhead

28: A description of the person I dislike the most

Father :)

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend

Never have

30: What I hate the most about work/school

No work, and high school drop out

31: What my last text message says

"Could this be us"

32: What words upset me the most

Ass/Asshole, selfish

33: What words make me feel the best about myself

Idk

34: What I find attractive in women

Creativity, being into comics, liking similar music, wanting to be a parent, likes affection, clingy

35: What I find attractive in men

Nothing

36: Where I would like to live

Washington state

37: One of my insecurities

My body hair, chub, and double chin

38: My childhood career choice

Parasitologist, infectious disease specialist, bat researcher

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

Chocolate, mint chocolate chip, cookies and cream, cookie dough

40: Who I wish I could be

Anyone else

41: Where I want to be right now

In my fiancée's arms

42: The last thing I ate

Cheddar cheese Pringles

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

My Fiancée <3

44: A random fact about anything

My special interests are bats, parasites, MLP:fim, Fnaf and comic books :)

#irl yandere #yanblr #yancore #yandere #obsessive love #yandere community #actually bpd #irl yan #lovesick #actually borderline #anon

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handmedownpocketpussy · 5 months ago

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I love this image because the clippers can't cut faster just because you have them so it will go down like this:

Unsuspecting rube in the middle of a park, thinking they're just strolling with a friend who is fucking with them: "...cheddar cheese?"

A flash of motion, punctuated by a searing pain as their head is jerked forwards by your clippers, on an impossibly long extension chord, entangling and snagging in their hair while your 0-skill-points-in-barbershop-ass desperately keeps pushing the clippers unsure what the issue is

if i had super speed im sure people would be like "how could you possibly have super speed" and i would be like "ok, ill prove it. name something you can get at a grocery store" and they would be like "hmmm okay. cheddar cheese" and then i would use my super speed to shave their head completely bald almost instantly. theyll never see it coming

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cevansbrat0007 · 3 years ago

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Forever Partners: Part Two

Summary: Apparently your asshole neighbor doesn't know when to quit. Thankfully your husband, Andrew Barber, isn't having any of it. Takes place after the events in Forever Partners.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Protective Andy Barber, Confident Reader, Spanking (mentioned), Slight Daddy Kink, Cursing, Pet Names, Talk of Racism, Minors DNI

A/N: Thanks to @writer84 for the prompt. Part of my Growing Pains Series. As always, I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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It had been over a week since your street-side confrontation with Richard Jeffries. A week since your husband had delivered a deeply emotional spanking that had been one for the books. Shit, he’d worn your ass out.

But true to his word, he’d cuddled you when it was over and then had gone to find you a pillow to sit on while the two of you enjoyed the roasted chicken you’d made, along with the salad and your homemade vinaigrette, and your garlic whipped mashed potatoes. You’d never gotten the chance to whip up that gravy, but everything else had been delicious.

Per Andy, you knew that Jeffries was due to be issued with a restraining order any day now. And you could not wait. That’s what the fucker deserved for coming after you and your man like that.

You had just finished cooking a quick, delightfully fluffy breakfast scramble with cheddar cheese, diced ham, mushrooms, onions, and peppers when the doorbell rings. Who could be stopping by this early? It was only a little after 8:00am.

Wiping your hands, you walk through your foyer to the front door. You weren’t ready for company just yet. You were still in your pajamas for Christ’s sake!

Standing on your tiptoes, you peer out the peephole. You feel the bile rise in your throat when you see who it is waiting on the other side.

Richard Jeffries.

Immediately you panic. He rings the doorbell again.

“Andy!” You shout for your husband. “Andy, get down here now, baby! I need you right now!”

“What is it, Y/N?” He comes to the top of the stairs as he works on buttoning his light blue dress shirt. “I’m trying to get dressed. I’ll be down in a minute for breakfast.”

“No, Andy!” You hiss as your dickhead neighbor rings the bell yet again. “Jeffries is here!”

“What?” Now you had his full attention.

“He’s at the door!”

Forgetting all about his shirt, Andy takes the stairs two at a time. “Baby, go grab your phone and be prepared to call 911 if you have to.”

“It’s in my pocket.” You tell him, nervously wringing your hands.

“Good. Stay behind me. I mean it, Y/N.” He growls before opening your front door.“What do you want?” Andy snarls at the gray haired, slightly balding man in front of him.

“It’s about time you answered your door.” Jeffries responds gruffly. “I just stopped by this morning to talk.”

“There’s nothing for us to talk about. I will be courteous and let you know that the courts have already granted us a restraining order, which you can expect to receive…hmm…probably within the hour.”

“Wow.” The asshole rocks back on his heels. “And all because I expressed my opinion? That seems fair.”

Andrew, baby, I’m going to need you to move so that I can slap the taste out of his mouth. You think to yourself.

“You know, son, I get you’re some hotshot attorney and all that. But I’ve been around longer than you. It really might benefit you to listen to me. Besides, this is America. We’ve got free speech, and I chose to exercise it. Now what you do with my wisdom is up to you.”

His words make you snort. “Okay, you idiot.” You grumble, prompting the man to shoot you a glare.

“Uh uh, buddy.” Your husband growls. “You don’t look at her, you look at me. Let’s get that straight. And do not ever, ever refer to me as your son again or I will knock you down where you stand.” The other man blanches, as if shocked. “Your so-called wisdom is nothing more than misguided stupidity, laced with unbelievable ignorance.”

You place a calming hand on your man’s back. Silently pleading with him to relax. His big shoulders were tense, his spine rigid, and his breathing was slightly labored.

“Yes, we have freedom of speech in this country, you dumbfuck, but it doesn’t mean that you get to say whatever you want without impunity. The way you talked about and talked to my wife was absolutely unforgivable. And I can say that, not just as some hotshot attorney, but as the District Attorney for the fucking county.”

Andy still hadn’t forgotten that the man had threatened to hit you. It kept him up at night.

You smile when you see Jeffries face go pale. Surprise motherfucker! Would Andy get mad if you did a little dance from your place behind him? Because you were about to do a little dance from your place behind him. Perhaps The Dougie.

“Well, I didn’t know that.” The ornery old man admits. “But still. It’s my opinion. I’ve had more encounters with people like…well like her.” He vaguely gestures to you. “You may think that you’ve found a good one, Barber. But let me be the first to tell you that the good ones are few and far between.”

Andy opens his mouth to offer a retort, just in time for your tether to snap.

That’s it. You try to duck under Andy’s arm. This man had just earned himself a punch to the throat, and to the kidney. Too bad your Big Man was faster than you. Within seconds, he’s got one thick arm wrapped around your waist, effectively immobilizing you. Damn it, Andy!

“Y/N, baby, stop.” He whispers as you continue to struggle. “I’ve got this.”

“Just one hit, Andy. Just one. That’s all I’m asking for. It’s what this pompous ass son of a whore fucking deserves.” You snarl.

“And they’re naturally violent. You can’t tell me that you haven’t noticed that, especially in your line of work.”

Taking a moment to set you safely back behind him again, he returns his attention to your neighbor. “I’m only going to say this one time, and one time only.” Andy grits out through clenched teeth. “You watch your fucking mouth whenever you talk to or about my wife. I gotta warn you, buddy. You have no idea how close I am to breaking your fucking jaw right now.”

“Again, it’s my opinion -”

“Well, fuck your opinion, you goddamned racist pig!” Andy’s voice booms. “My wife is the loveliest creature on this fucking planet. She is the light of my goddamned life! Her skin is fucking beautiful and in no way indicative of her character. Moron.”

Your husband pulls you to his side to brush a swift, loving kiss against your forehead. “My god, baby. It’s almost like we’re dealing with a goddamned caricature of a human being.” He mumbles, making you nod.

“Told you his ignorant ass was stupid.” You tell him, looking Jeffries dead in his face.

“You two are destroying my reputation in this neighborhood!” The man finally yells. Ahh, so that’s what this was all about. “I used to be a pillar of this fucking community and now people ignore me on the street as if I’m nothing. So you two are going to drop this restraining order, if it even exists, and go back to treating me with the respect I have earned and deserve.”

You can’t contain the laughter bubbling up inside of you. Was this man…serious?

“You’re delusional, bruh.” You tell him with a shrug as you wipe a tear from your eye. “Ain’t no way in hell. Fucking comedian.”

“Like I already told you,” Andy’s voice thunders. “The order has been granted. And you will follow it. Show up on our doorstep again and I will gladly break every bone in your body and laugh while I do it. We clear?”

Your neighbor steps back onto your porch.

“Say some crazy ass shit to my wife again and I will twist you like a goddamned pretzel. Now get the fuck away from my door, fucking bitch.” With that, your husband slams the door in his face.

“You good, baby?” He fumes as he punches the wood. “You okay?”

“I’m fine, honey.” You wrap your arms around him and snuggle up to his sculpted back. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He growls. “But if he even so much as breathes at you the wrong way, know this baby girl, Daddy will end him with the quickness.” You press a soft kiss to his shoulder.

“I know. I feel the same about you. But we’re in this together, right?”

“Damned right we are, Y/N. Because what are we?”

“Forever partners. We are forever partners, my love.”

END

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nightowlfandom · 3 years ago

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Yandere! Hawks (Keigo Takami) - Scratches and Bruises

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Alright I’ll do it...I’LL WRITE HAWKS SMUT....but I won’t like it.

Okay people so This is gonna have talks of death, abuse, yandere shit.

Leggo!

...

“What’s a pretty girl like you do sad for?”

You looked up from your phone to find a man practically leaning over the restaurant table. You could smell the alcohol from miles away and the way he was moving wasn’t helping his case either. You were instantly put off by him. Correction: You were disgusted by him.

“What’s a ugly man like you so bold for?” you smiled sweetly as the venom dripped off your words. “I’m really not interested.” you looked back down at your phone. You were just about to get a new high score on your favorite phone game and this asshole was ruining your chances. Your character almost died twice since he began bothering you. It was really starting to get on your nerves. If you didn’t unlock that new skin, you might kill someone.

“Oh come on.” he slurred. “Can a guy just compliment such a pretty lady?”

“Not when he looks like fucking Voldemort.” you replied just as quickly as he ended his sentence. “You’re kind of bothering me right now.” you pressed pause on your game and looked up again. “I’ll ask again. What do you want, seriously?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a guy at one of the booths, staring over at you. It didn’t feel creepy, but it was enough to capture your attention.

“I wanted to-”

“What do you want?” you cut him off again. “We’re wasting time here.” you threw your phone on the table. “Save me the headache and save your ego...” you crossed your arms. you faked a smile. “Goodbye.”

“You bit-”

“Is there a problem?”

A new person walked up to you two. The same guy who you had noticed before stopped in front of your table. He had sandy brown hair, and very sharp looking eyes. You swore you’ve seen him somewhere. You weren’t too sure.

“Nothing buddy, just about to show this bitch who she’s talking to-”

You crossed your arms and shifted around in your seat. “I mean I don’t need to be shown anything.” you shrugged.

“Oh are you?” he laughed. “Well I hate to break it to you but I’ll have to intervene” the stranger laughed out loud.

“What do you mean-”

The drunk was instantly floored as this stranger grabbed his by the neck and slammed his face against the table not even an inch away from your phone. The drunk landed on the floor with a thud, moaning in pain. You weren’t even sure if he was registering the pain he was in or the fact that he had gotten his ass handed to him in the first place. All that you knew was that he was being peeled off the floor and escorted (more like thrown out.).

“You’re welcome, lady.” the guy didn’t take another look at you before be took a step forward.

“I didn’t need your help.” you snatched your phone off the desk. “I can take care of myself.” you rolled your eyes. “And I wasn’t gonna thank you, either.” you stood up. “I’m definitely not going to now.”

The man slowly turned around, revealing his face clearly. “Oh really?”

He was attractive, no doubt about it. His tight black muscle tee with baggy jeans and boots...damn he was a looker. Yet you weren’t like most MC’s...it would take a bit more than that for him to have any impact on you.

“Really.” you repeated. You put a hand on your hip. “Now if you’ll excuse me...I’m off to find another table to sit at.”

The man who ‘saved’ you didn’t take his eyes off you all night. Even when your friends came and joined you.

“Hey Y/N, is that Keigo Takami looking at you?”

“I think it is!” another friend piped.

“Who?” you stared at her as you lowered your drink. “Who is Keigo Takami?”

“Y’know...Hawks.” she whispered. “I heard they call him that when he served time...”

“He’s a literally crazy person. He’s an absolute menace! He’s a former hero...”

“Can imagine why...he beat the shit out of this guy who tried to hit on me.”

“Him?! I haven’t heard of him ever doing that for anyone before.” your other friend widened her eyes. “Y/N, I’ve heard of his past relationships...they didn’t end well. They all ended up missing...or in therapy.”

“I can take care of myself.” you shrugged. “I’m sure whatever Hawks has for me, I can take.”

“Don’t say that so freely, Girl. I heard he has a lot of screws loose.” your friend put a hand on your shoulder. “Like a lot.”

“Well whatever Mr. Man has in store for me, I’ll be prepared. It can’t be that bad, right?” your confidence dispersed a little bit. You looked behind you back at Keigo who had been cracking open a can of beer. He looked a little to interested in his own world to see you staring.

“Y/N...Y/N!” your friend snapped her fingers in your face. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah!” You focused back on your friends, feeling your emotions sort of switch.

From the corner of the room, Keigo’s eyes followed you. He took his bottom lip between his teeth as he studied you. Never in his life had he ever seen a girl like you before. He had never been so...fascinated either. Something inside him snapped, he had to get to know you.

He had to.

...

“Is there a reason you’re following me?”

On a trip to the supermarket, you couldn’t help but voice your opinions. Keigo was hiding in behind a display of cans whilst you stared at the cheese. Hmmm Cheddar or American? Maybe Havarti! Hmm Pepperjack? Why were there too many types of cheeses?! Too many options!

“You have a very keen eye.” he revealed himself. “I like that.” he began walking along side down down the aisle. “Try this one, it’s the best on burgers.” he grabbed a package of Pepperjack cheese and tossed it in the cart.

“I’m just very aware.” you replied boredly. “It comes with the territory.” you opted to ignore him trying to shop for you.

“Of being a hero?”

His words made you freeze. You hadn’t been a hero in years, let along thought about it. It had been so long...

“I hung up my cape years ago.” you rebutted. Your tried to keep your voice steady, but he could tell his words affected you. It made you wonder how he even knew that.

“I can say the same.” he winked. “Only I traded the cape for...other things.”

“I can tell...Hawks.” you grumbled in reply. “That’s what they used to call you right?”

Keigo knew you were challenging him. Part of him was angry, others not so much. He was interested to say the least. No one dared call him that anymore. Hell, no one lived long enough to even finish such a sentence. What made you so different? You had guts...he liked that.

“Yeah...that part of my life is over now.” he began following you down the aisle. “What about you? Why’d you give up hero work?”

“That’s not something I want to discuss with a stranger in the middle of the store.”

“I get it...how’s 7:00 sound?”

“Pardon me?” You and your cart skid to a stop. “What did you just say to me?”

“I’ll meet you at the bar we met around 7! Don’t be late, and tell the bartender Takami Keigo is gonna be waitin’ for ya.” he winked. “Don’t leave me waiting princess...”

“I don’t even know you!” you were taken aback. “You don’t even know my name...”

Keigo’s face twisted into a smirk. He took a step towards you. You flattened yourself against the aisle wall as he trapped you against the cereal. “So tell me...What’s your name?”

“Huh?!”

“For a hero...you’re pretty dense.” he chuckled, nearing his face closer. “I asked your name, Hun.” he winked. “Won’t you tell me?”

“Y/N.” you replied breathlessly. “My name is Y/N.” Why did you tell him that, you had no clue. Idiot!

“Okay then Y/N.” he neared his face towards yours. “7:00 tonight...okay?”

“Uh huh.” you nodded.

“Wonderful, I’ll see you tonight, princess.”

...

You sat at the bar stool, spinning around lazily. You called all of your friends, your parents, hell even your grandparents. You didn’t tell them the details, but you told them if you didn’t message them back by 9:00 AM the next morning, call you just in case.

“What can I get you?” the barkeep walked up, wearing a kind smile on his face. You suddenly remembered that Keigo had told you, and you didn’t trust it one bit. “Can I get a water please?”

“Coming right up, young lady.” the older man kindly looked at you. “Anything for the former Number 1 hero!”

You giggled bashfully. “Please, that was years ago.” you shook your head. “I appreciate it though.” you smiled. Hero work, the bane of your existence. Your past buddies and partners had all begged you not to leave, but with the amount of scars and suffering you endured, you had no choice.

You wouldn’t put yourself through that again, not for anyone.

“Here you are miss.” the glass was set in front of you.

“Thanks.” you put your hand over the top of the glass. Now that it was in yoru hand, you could move accordingly. “I was also supposed to meet someone here?...Told me to tell you to expect me...Keigo Takami?”

The barkeep’s face fell, fear striking his features. “O-oh! You’re Mr. Takami’s company for the night! I’m supposed to escort you to his special booth.”

“Special booth?” you repeated.

“Y-yes, please follow me!” he urged. “Only VIPs are allowed back here, but he rented out the entire back area just for you!”

You felt your senses go off, fight or flight mode. Now or never. You reached in your purse. Knife, check. Mace, check....Gun...check.

The kind barkeep took you to a back area. It looked like the main dining area, only a lot more high end. Slow jazz music was playing in the background and the lights were low. He was right, there was no one here...except one person.

He dawned a brown leather jacket, black skinny jeans and those all to familiar boots. He tapped his fingers against the table as he stared down at his phone.

“Mr. Takami. She’s here.”

Keigo looked up with that shit-eating smirk. “Thank you Hideo, leave us.”

The barkeep stalked off leaving you alone. You suddenly felt out of place. You looked around, taking note of the city beaming outside the windows.

“Beautiful isn’t it?”

You looked back over at Keigo again, almost surprised. “Yeah, it is.” you nodded.

He motioned next to him. “You wanna sit down or are you gonna stand there staring at me? I don’t bite.” he winked.

Silently, you sat down, still keeping your distance from the man. You were about a good two feet away from him. You weren’t too keen on getting any closer.

“I’m surprised you came. I thought you’d find a way to get out of this.”

“I am too, but I figured I’d entertain this idea...just for tonight.” you shrugged. “Don’t try anything, got it?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Keigo cracked a genuine smile. You looked stunning and he wanted to tell you that. He wouldn’t admit it, but he knew about you when you were going by your hero alias. He recognized the way you walked, the way you spoke. You could have killed that freak who hit on you if you wanted to. However you didn’t. He was curious about that.

“Why did you ask me out?” you raised an eyebrow before he could get a word out.

“I’ll let you know in a minute.” he winked. “I’m more interested in you.”

“Like what?” you raised an eyebrow. “How interesting can I be?”

Keigo didn’t want to say he did extensive research on you and couldn’t find shit. It drove him crazy. It was making him go quite literally insane. He was more that interested. He was invested. When he didn’t answer, you sighed.

“You tell me first.” you crossed your arms. “I know your reputation proceeds you.” you raised a brow.

“Princess, that’s not how this works.” he tried to sound as if he was joking. “I ask the questions here.”

“Well it is today.” you shrugged. “Either we have an even exchange or you’re out of luck.” you shrugged. “You decide.”

Keigo stared blankly at you. You were a tough nut, that was for sure. Plus you sure as hell weren’t afraid of death. That must have meant you had no idea what he was capable of. Then again, it must have been your Hero Side taking a stance.

After what felt like a minute, he sighed in defeat. “...A friend of mine was killed by a hero.” he confessed. “You ever hear of someone called The Bronze Monk?”

“That name sounds familiar?” you raised an eyebrow. “He’s another hero, right? He can turn his fists into bronze.” You tried to recall.

“Mhm...He killed my friend.” Keigo clenched his fist. “I did 6 years because of him....”

“I don’t understand.” you raised an eyebrow. “What does that have to do with you?”

“This was while you were dominating the game I guess, so I don’t blame you for not knowing.” he shrugged and he slapped a hand on the table. “HIDEO! TWO BEERS.”

“So I’m confused. I heard The Bronze Monk died mysteriously...he fell from over 500 stories...”you paused. You took to time to noticed that Keigo has aired out his wings this time around. You didn’t even noticed he HAD wings. “It was all over the-...wait a second...You never said who your friend was.”

“She was a- she was a villain.” Keigo sighed. “She was like a sister to me and I was tryna get her to stop being so dumb...turn over a new leave and she was doing so well! Shit, but...one day she dumbly got into a fight with that asshole and I watched my friend die right there.” Keigo hitched his words slightly.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” you said sadly, regretting opening your big mouth. “I didn’t mean to-”

“No...it’s fine. I guess in order to move on I gotta talk about it right?” he sat up straight as the barkeep came back with two mugs and quickly stalked back off. “I was so blinded by my own anger. What type of hero would go out of their way to punish someone trying to make amends....” he seethed. “I flew him up to the tallest building in the city and dropped him...I only got off on good behavior...”

It finally all made sense, to you at least. You let what he said marinate and sit well...it felt surreal.

“So.” Keigo grabbed his glass and took a huge gulp. “I’ve said my peace. You’re turn.”

You stared at this guy for what felt like ages. Something told you that this guy couldn’t be trusted. All the alarms were going off at the same time...but for some reason-

“My parents wanted me to be a hero.” you said. “My quirk is hereditary, so it’s passed from person to person.” you shrugged. “I loved saving people, helping people...then-” you paused. “I saw how corrupt, and hateful, and disgusting these so-called heroes were...I lost someone important to me too.”

Keigo raised an eyebrow, suddenly interested. You took a swig of beer, trying to gather your thoughts.

Keigo took note of the way you were fiddling with your left hand. Your thumb grazed over your ringer finger as if something was missing...something important.

“Who was the guy?” Keigo asked, snapping you out of your trance. He had a gut feeling he already knew, but he wanted to hear it from your mouth.

“...H-he was um...we dated since high school.” you shrugged. “We were a team, him and I.” you smiled at the memory. “When he turned his back on the hero world, they turned their back on him too.”

“Meaning?”

“They sold him out.” you choked. “They left him for dead and told me he would be okay. I should have gone back for him but they held me back, they told me there were other people that needed my help.”

“What happened when you learned the truth?” Keigo asked. He only knew that a poor hero lost his life, he didn’t know that the only other survivor just so happened to be his future wife.

“I had to choose...my friends and my morals or being a hero. If anyone knows just how two faced and conniving these people are, it’s me.” you shuddered. “I’ve met traitors, and killers disguised as good guys. At one point I couldn’t take it anymore and I gave up! Forget being number 1, forget status, forget everything...Being a hero...lost me everything.”

“Hm. Thank you for sharing that with me, Princess.” he replied. “It must have been hard to do...it’s nice to know you trust me so much.”

“It was only fair, I guess.” you boredly drank. “It not that big a deal.” you stared down at your fingers. “It was years ago, I’ve moved on.”

Keigo took note of how your mood faltered. He couldn’t have that.

“Hey, look at me?”

“Hm?” you looked up from your glass.

“I’m sure where ever your fiancé is, whatever he’s up to. He doesn’t blame you.” he put a hand over yours. “He wouldn’t hate you for moving on either.”

“He wouldn’t?” you narrowed your eyes. “How do you know?”

Keigo couldn’t answer, he just wanted to say something, anything, to put a smile on your face. It was like a second nature in such a short time. He wanted to be your hero. “It’s just a hunch...you shouldn’t be afraid to move on...sometimes all you need is a push out the nest.” he winked as his wings twitched behind his back.

“Bird humor? Really?” you scoffed.

“It’s what I do, princess.”

...

After the heavy and depressing, you don’t think you laughed that hard in years.

“Wait hold on.” you stopped laughing. “Pause for a minute! You, with those big ass wings got your ass handed to you by some chump named ‘The weather man?’” you were crying from laughing so hard.

“He could control the wind!” he defended, also laughing. “You shoulda seen it!”

“Well maybe you need to exercise your quirk more.” you crossed your arms.

“As if you’re the master of your own.” he playfully rolled his eyes.

“As a matter of fact, I am!” you raised an eyebrow. “Shall I demonstrate?” you scooted out the booth and stood up. “Don’t blink or you might miss it.”

Keigo leaned back in his seat, now very interested in what you were about to display for him. He watched your eyes narrow in focus as you held your hands out in front of your face. Slowly, a very tiny tornado formed in your hands, small and handheld. This mini tornado was soon replaced by a tree sprouting out of the top. You waved your hand around and miraculously summoned rain out of your palm.

“Okay Y/N, focus.” you mumbled. Suddenly, out of everything, a flame erupted from the center of your hand.

He watched in awe, he had never heard of anyone with a quirk like this one before. With another flick of the hand, everything you had summoned disappeared. “Ta-da!”

“That was amazing.” he commented as your sat down. “What was that??”

“I come from a long line of ‘benders’. Funny name, I know.” you giggled. “I can bend another element...spirit. I can only do it when I’m really happy though.”

“Why didn’t you try that one?”

“...I said I can only do it when I’m happy.” you smiled sadly. It didn’t take long for Keigo to catch on.

“Oh.” he raised a brow. “Sorry, I-”

“It’s alright.” you shook your head. “Ever since...he died...I’ve never been able to do it.” you shrugged. “Maybe one day I’ll be able to.”

“I’d love to witness that.” Keigo laced his fingers within yours, making your face heat up. “I bet it’s beautiful.”

“...S-shush.” you scoffed, looking away bashfully.

Suddenly the song changed, a slow jazz song began playing. A slow beat, with soft drums and what you could describe as a romantic saxophone.

“Dance with me.” he held out his hand.

You smiled, rolling your eyes playfully as you took his hand and stood up. He guided you to the middle of the floor. he pulled you flush against his chest. The slow music seemed to drown out the hustle of the city noise outside. He hummed thoughtfully, singing to the tune for you.

“You never told me.” you mused as you two moved in sync.

“Told you what, princess?”

“Why did you ask me out?”

“Truth be told, something drew me to you.”

“Like what?” you innocently stared. “What about me could possibly interest you?”

“Out of everything you’ve told me, everything really.” he bit his lip. “You’re amazing, everything about you.”

“You aren’t so bad yourself, Keigo.” you shyly replied. You turned around and rested your back against his chest. He rested his head in the divot of your shoulder. He wrapped his arms around your waist, guiding you along to the music.

He was right, he wouldn’t leave you, not now. Not ever.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Go for it, princess.”

“If I admitted I was wrong about you, would you hold it against me?”

Keigo nearly froze. A shock was sent up his spine as the words left your lips. “You shouldn’t say things like that, princess.”

“How come?” you turned around to face him.

“I want to-” he bit his lip. A gentle hand rested on the base of your neck, his thumb caressing your throat. He laid a kiss on your lips, passion dripping off of every peck. His tongue slipped through the small gap as he moaned against your mouth. You whimpered and shivered feeling his tongue dominate your mouth. He responded with sounds of his own. Shaky breathes and low groans.

You responded to his touch, allowing his hands to travel under your shirt. “Keigo.” you whimpered. Your feverishly ran your hands through his hair, practically gluing your bodies together. You felt his fingertips creep under shirt, dancing across your skin. “W-we can’t do this here.”

“You’re totally right.” he didn’t cease, instead opting to kiss down your neck. “So...my place or yours.”

You felt yourself lose all sense of direction. “Y-yours.”

“You’ve just opened up Pandora’s Box, princess.”

...

You fell back on his bed, crawling backwards. He rid himself of that jacket and his shirt, leaving him to flex his muscles, his wings, and everything. You stared up, trembling in anticipation.

Your friends would probably kill you, but you didn’t particularly care. You hugged yourself, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

Keigo loved it. It meant you still had innocence flowing in your veins, not for long. He would toy with your brain. He would bend you to his will and drive you insane with lust. You would be the perfect sidekick for him. He stalked over to you, biting his lip.

“Look at you.” he mused. “You’re so cute.” he giggled. He rested a knee at the edge of the bed, beginning to crawl towards you.

You noticed his wings were spread wide, covering over you two like a shield.

“C-can I?”

“Go ahead Princess.” he smiled knowingly. He had the look as if he knew something you didn’t. You reached a trembling hand to gently brush his beautiful feathers. A low groan erupted from his throat.

“Oh my gosh! Am I hurting you?” you almost withdrew your hand back.

“Don’t stop...please.” he growled lowly.

It was only then you realized, this was turning him on. You ran your hands through his feathers. They were soft, shiny even.

“Enough!” he grabbed your hand and pinned it above your head. “Look at you, princess. All ready for me.” he laughed. “I wonder how wet I can make that pussy for me.” he used his other hand to fumble with the button of your jeans.

You trembled under his touch, feeling your pants slide down your legs. You were completely drowned in your own lust. A fire was prominent in your chest. You were shaking under his fingertips.

“Enjoy this, princess.” he winked before crawling down. He lifted your shirt up and planted little kisses along your stomach. He grabbed the hem of your panties with his teeth and pulled them down.

You were squirming in anticipation, waiting.

“You smell so...so-” he didn’t finish his sentence because he had drove his tongue up your slit. A gasp escaped your lungs. Absentmindedly, you had grabbed a fist full of his hair.

“Fuuuh~” you couldn’t speak. You weren’t even sure he’d be able to hear your over the sound of your wetness. You could feel your water dribble down your thighs.

“Wrapped your legs around my head.” he growled, digging his nails into your thighs. “Grind that pussy against my tongue, princess.”

You thrashed against his mouth, feeling warmth gather in the pit of your stomach. “Keigo!”

He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked harshly, making you cry out even louder.

Keigo felt himself lose touch with everything, he was only focused on you in the moment. Fuck, was he hard too. Hearing your moans. Shit, he couldn’t wait to bury himself into you.

“Baby, do you hear that?” he looked up at you as he promptly replaced his tongue with his fingers. “Listen.” he pumped his fingers into you. “You sound so fucking cute” he groaned, mimicking your soft whimpers. “It feels good, yeah?”

You couldn’t speak, so you just nodded.

Suddenly, he yanked his fingers out of you. His head fell forward to rest on your pubic bone. He sounded as if he came just now even if it was you getting all the pleasure.

Like a predator stalking after it’s prey he meet your eyes. He wore a sadistic grin with his bottom lip taken between his teeth. He sat up, fumbling with his belt buckle.

“You ready for me, princess?”

“Yes, p-please?” you whimpered.

Fuck, you couldn’t do that to him. He had a mind to tear you apart where you lay. Your jaw went slack as his cock was released from its restraints. Would that even- Inside you?!

You felt it brush against you, slightly. You met his eyes and froze there. He was staring down at you. He looked absolutely feral. You could barely look away as he slid himself inside your throbbing hole. He painfully slowly rolled his hips into you. He twitched inside as he bucked his hips into you.

“Look at how good we fit together. That’s right.” he managed through clenched teeth. “My cock was meant to be here. I was meant to fuck you.” he snarled.

You tightened around his length as he thrust harder. “You’re so fucking beautiful, princess.” His jaw dropped again. “Say my name, please?”

“K-keigo.” you obeyed. You felt a warmth in your chest as well as your core. It was like a fire was being ignited in the pit of your soul. “I’m gonna-”

“Fuck! Don’t finish that sentence.” he snarled. “You don’t wanna know what I’m gonna do as a result.”

In a swift motion, you were suddenly staring down at Keigo. He had a death grip on your legs as he was now thrusting upwards. You had your hands on his chest in an attempt to support yourself.

“I think I like you more when you’re riding me.” he bit his lip. “You look so fucking sexy. Those moans, that body, your pretty fucking pussy-”

“Keigo, please! I can’t it anymore.”

“Oh yeah, you gonna cum? You wanna cum for me, baby?” he spoke in a babyish voice. “You wanna cum all over Papa Bird’s cock? Do it, do it for me...ARGH FUCK!”

You felt his warmth inside you at the exact same time you had came. He was shaking under you, rolling his hips upwards to relieve the friction he had caused.

Keigo stared in amazement at a bright light erupted from your chest, a small bird in the shape of smoke began flying around the room.

“That would be spirit.” you laughed tiredly, watching the quirk you had thought died reactivate out of nowhere.

“I hope you know...you can never leave me now.” Keigo sat up to lay kisses on your neck. “You’re mine now.”

(AND DONE! This was Hawks debut on the blog so lets all give hem a huge hello!)

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cheelduh · 3 years ago

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How to Not Kill a Ginger (High School Au!)

Part 5 to the series hehehe

Parts: 1 2 3 4

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Synopsis: Childe’s stomach stirs when you take care of him, and he’s not sure if it’s because of his major crush on you or just plain old diarrhea.

Warnings: Swearing. Graphic descriptions involving the true idiocy of teenage boys.

Words: Abt 2.6k

Note: Sorry I sort of half assed this. I have big ideas for the next part tho ✨😮‍💨

If there's one thing you're sure of, it's that Teucer knows how to throw one hell of a tantrum.

Him and his brother, Anthon, under your watch, manage to get into a petty squabble that's been airing for the last fifteen minutes. You've done everything, from offering candy to promising an extra hour on the switch, but your efforts do not bear fruit.

What did you tell Childe again? Oh yeah, that babysitting kids was a breeze. Apparently it's not a breeze. Maybe something more like a shart. A chunky, messy one at that.

"Listen dude," You reason to Anthon, the oldest of the bunch gently. "Where did you hide his toy?"

Anthon sticks a tongue out at you, and you nearly cry at the intensity of the insult. "Not telling."

Your patience runs thin.

"C'mon Anthon," Tonia lectures from her chair on the table like the godsend she is. "Just give him his toy back. You're being so annoying." She's taking the words right out of your mouth.

"Not until he apologizes!" Anthon crosses his arms, huffing. "He ate my cheese string!"

"There are more cheese strings!" You exclaim, opening the fridge to prove your point. "I'm sure Teucer's sorry for taking yours. Just pick another one."

"But it's not the same! He took the last cheddar and mozzarella one, now there are only mozzarella ones left." He speaks in between Teucer's wails. You wonder if this is a daily occurrence.

Tonia sighs, gets up from her chair, and hands the eldest her cheese string. "Just take this and give him his toy back."

Almost immediately, Anthon reaches a hand behind the tv table and pulls out the miniature Mr. Cyclops, then throws it point blank at Teucer's feet.

Teucer wails louder.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, shoulders sagging under the stress of being a temporary teenage mother.

Then you take a deep breathe, voice booming over Teucer's cries, Anthon's grumbling, and the clicking of Tonia's tongue. "Let's make a cake!"

Everything in the room stills. Even Teucer's loud cries comes to a halt, and he inhales so sharply that the streak of snot over his lip goes right back into its origin.

You wince inadvertently.

"Poggers!" Anthon cheers, and his siblings join in, laughing and clapping in excitement.

Tonia's eyes widen in confusion when she briefly pauses from her rally. "Wait a minute. What are we celebrating? We can't bake a cake for no reason! It won't taste nearly as good."

Everyone stops to ponder.

Then you snap your fingers in realization, and the kids huddle around you. "How about a 'get well better' cake for your big brother?"

They erupt in cheers again, but you shush them gently, wink an eye for extra measure. "We have to be quiet! He won't get better if we wake him."

The three nod in understanding and begin shushing each other, failing to conceal their giggles.

As you watch them making their way into the kitchen, bounce in their steps, you can't stop the warm smile that reaches your eyes.

That smile soon becomes a frown of horror when Anthon cracks an egg over Tonia's head.

The cake is not half as bad as you thought it would be initially. Between mixing the ingredients and ceasing the kids minus Tonia from being menaces to society, you were able to find middle ground.

Eventually Anthon found interest in finding ways to lick the batter whenever you turned around, and Teucer found comfort in your left leg, latching onto it as if it were a life line.

Just like how Venti latches onto his stupid little bottle of wine disguised as a water bottle. Seriously, you’ve never talked to him sober, and at this point are afraid of what’s he’s like lucid.

Tonia had been the only one taking things seriously for the most part, except for the sprinkles-to-icing ratio. She drowned the entire cake in sprinkles, the mere sight adding on the ghost of an ache in your teeth.

It looks like twilight sparkles took a fat dump on it.

"Okay besties," You inwardly curse yourself for giving into Gen-Z vocabulary as you brush your hands on the apron. "I think we've done a pretty decent job."

"It looks so pretty!" Tonia grins widely, eyeing the edible pearls she strategically placed. She quickly strikes down a finger Anthon tried to poke into the icing, with the accuracy of a true warrior.

You shudder at the thought of Childe teaching her how to stab someone with safety scissors.

"Can we add candles?" Teucer asks, but Tonia clicks her tongue in distaste.

"It's not a birthday cake." She crosses her arms judgementally. The power in her glare reminds you of La Signora, strangely enough.

You ruffle his copper coloured locks anyways, and his grip on your thigh tightens. "We can add candles if you want Teucer."

He nods his head and snuggles deeper into the side of your leg. Your heart warms up considerably.

After the candles are poked in, you try to shrug him off. "C'mon dude, just for five minutes. You don't want me to drop the cake before your brother can get a bite do you?"

Reluctantly, he obliges, and runs off to help Tonia collect utensils to take up to Childe's room.

Anthon's on door duty, kicking away any toys that serve as obstacles in your way like a professional soccer player.

Once you four make it up the stairs in front of the designated room, Anthon doesn't bother knocking. He barges in like he owns the place, chin up high and a signature smirk on his face that he probably learnt from his older brother.

Childe fumbles awake, kicking the air whilst in shock by the chaotic sound of the door hitting the wall and Teucer screaming "Happy Birthday!" at the top of his miniature sized lungs as he runs in to plop right on top of his older brother.

His bewildered expression soon turns into something of a loving smile as he begins to process what is happening, eyes lighting up despite the deep bags that frame them.

Tonia places the plates on his side table, right next to the empty soup bowl you placed there earlier. She climbs up onto the bed as well to join in on the hug.

Anthon approaches at last, hands in his pockets as he coolly acknowledges his older brother. Instead of a bone-crushing hug like the other two are indulging in, his opts for a fist bump that Childe happily reciprocates.

Then finally, between the shield that are his siblings, his cerulean eyes land on your near the doorway, then trail down to the cake in your oven-mittened hands. He averts his gaze back to your own, and grins so wide his cheeks start to throb.

"Big brother! We made you cake." Teucer moves his head from his chest to face him. "So you can get better."

Childe's laughs ring in your ears, but you don't shy away from the sound. It's a pleasant, something that you wish to hear more of in the near future. Sure enough he laughs a lot at school, but the genuineness of it at home, surrounded by his siblings, stirs something deep within you.

"How thoughtful of you." He ruffles his hair, then his eyes widen as he ushers the two off of him. "You guys can't be near me! I don't want you to fall ill as well."

"But-but how will we feed you the cake without getting close to you?" Tonia frowns, and her two brothers nod in unison.

You chuckle lightly, approaching the bed with the cake in your hands. "I'm sure he has enough strength to feed himself. The hugs and kisses surely must've energized him."

To be honest, Childe's all green in the face and the last thing on his mind would be to indulge in the cake. You understand the feeling all to well. With his nose clogged up, throat all sore, there's no way he'll stomach it. It took a lot of nagging on your part to get him to finish the soup earlier as well.

He blows the candles anyways, clapping along his siblings and letting Tonia drop a fat chunk of the golden cake onto his plate. You find it endearing, regrettably so. His dedication to keeping their dreams is admirable in more ways than you can count.

This is the same guy that wears meme shirts to school, topped off with douchey sunglasses to give him a pristine vibe. The same guy that punches holes in walls like a Kyle. The very boy that flexes his toned biceps in-front of you during lunch time, successfully ruining your appetite.

"Wait a minute..." Childe inspects the cake closely, narrowing in on the candles. "Why is there an eleven?"

Teucer scratches his neck sheepishly. "Those were the only candles we had left."

After another short-lived laugh, Childe manages a bite as everyone stares in expectation, the sound of a tight crunch enveloping the room, making you grimace in secret. If Childe feels like puking out his guts right now, he's doing a hell of a job hiding it from his darling siblings.

You're glad nobody forces you to take a bite, or it would've been a double homicide right then and there.

Soon enough, one by one the children file out of the room, satisfied with their visit. The reality is that they don't want to miss an episode of backyardigans.

Once they leave, you approach him with a napkin. He gets the gist, spitting out the remnants of the cake you slaved over for about two hours.

"Colour me impressed." You snort, moving the cake aside so you can take a seat on the open space next to him. "How're you feeling?"

"Amazing." He exclaims, eyes red like a crackhead's, nose runny, with goosebumps kissing his pale skin. He sure does look...amazing.

"Cool." You say, abruptly getting up. "I'm gonna vibe with the kid—"

His hand shoots out from underneath the blanket, clammy palms wrapping around your wrist to keep you locked in place. You gulp in anticipation.

"You kissed me." Childe reminds you, eyes twinkling in mischief, a vicious grin plastered over his stupidly handsome face.

You try not to choke on your words. "You have circumstantial evidence at most." No attempts are utilized to pull away from him.

He raises a teasing brow, and you give in because the tension is thick. Thicker than the tension between Albedo and Kaeya when the latter shamelessly unzips his front to show more of his biddies. You have no idea why he hasn’t been dress coded yet.

"Fine." You snap out of your impure thoughts, and huff out, frustrated all over. "I kissed you on the cheek."

"Still a kiss though."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes. Also, cute nails." He points out, hand moving down to grasp your fingers. The act is intimate, his caress gentle and caring. Despite his brash, violent personality, he shows you a completely different side to him that hatches butterflies in your stomach.

"Thanks." You show off the bright jewels on your index. "You have a real nail technician in the house."

Tonia has some serious talent.

When he taps one of the jewels, you slap his hand away. "Careful there dude. These cost me a fortune."

His chuckles die down and he smiles again, but this time apologetically. "They didn't trouble you too much did they? I know they can be loud."

"I like loud." You answer him truthfully. "They're fun to be around. Not nearly as chaotic as you."

He blinks in mock offence, eyes narrowing shrewdly. "You come into my house, talk to my siblings, and have the nerve to insult me? Right after taking advantage of me?"

"If you don't shut up, I'll also have the nerve to rip you a new one." You reply dryly with the innocent curl of your lips.

"Bet."

You're about to lunge at him and scream a string of obscenities that no one has ever heard of before, but the Archons are listening and you don't want his siblings to grow up without someone to look up to. Wait a minute—scratch that. You'd be doing them a favour if you wiped his existence right here and now.

You have a fragile heart though. So you sigh, and grab a fistful of sheets in both hands instead.

Childe's grin turns into a petrified scowl.

"Oh no," He pleads, weakly fighting you back. "Have mercy! Please!"

You have loads of mercy. Just not enough for him.

When you have him wrapped in a successful bundle, Childe can’t help but beam, laying limp in his confines.

“What are you smiling about?” You inquire, pulling out the medicine from his box, pausing momentarily in shock. “Wait a minute, don’t tell me you’re into these things you freak.” Head snaps up so fast you nearly suffer from whiplash.

He’s about to answer you but his words turn into a fit of shallow coughs.

“I’m into whatever you’re into.” Childe’s shrug is nonchalant. “Even if that means I have to be tied up. Kinky by the way.” He winks, and you roll your eyes, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as you hold the spoon up. The dark reddish medicine swirls in deep hues.

“Shut up and open your mouth.”

“Girlie, I don’t think you understand how contradicting that statement is.”

You momentarily wonder if it’s too late to abort yourself.

—

Childe awakens at the crack ass of night, sweat slick, sticky all over, tousled hair sticking to his forehead. He’s a panting mess, eyes darting around the dark room, inhaling, exhaling, mind in a haze from the fever. Gaining somewhat of a grip on reality, he fumbles around to turn on his lamp, throat parched and in need of water.

When he manages to find the switch, he recoils at the brightness, adjusting to the sudden change in his vision. On his side table, there’s a bologna sandwich tucked safely in plastic wrap, a glass of room temperature water, and a bottle of painkillers.

His eyes disregard most of the things, finding interest in the bright pink sticky note next to the painkillers. Unable to ignore the dryness of his throat and the pounding of his head, he quickly gulps a pill down with most of the water, instantly feeling the relief of hydration.

Then, he pounces on the note, giddiness overtaking him despite the pang in his muscles, and the general feeling of absolute shit.

I had to leave. Don’t worry about your siblings, they’re all tucked in and fine. Except for Anthon maybe. Apparently he’s mildly lactose intolerant and thought it was a good idea to overdose on chocolate milk when I was busy with Teucer. Anyways, get better soon stupid.

— Y/N

He safely tucks the note under his pillow, edges of his lips turned upwards, warmth flooding his veins when he takes another look around his surroundings.

The room itself is cleaned, floor cleared from the initial clutter and the cool shiny collector’s knives he buys off of Amazon safely hung over the wall, not littered on his desk like they usually are.

The homework he was supposed do, but most likely wouldn’t, is already completed, stacked neatly atop each other.

Childe swears his heart bursts in his chest, exploding into tiny particles that overheat his entire body.

There’s no way in hell a few days worth of homework is gonna bring his failing mark up, but then again it’s the thought that counts.

While the sandwich is catered to his nausea, bland and plain for easy digestion, an easy fill, it’s the best meal he’s ever had in his life.

#genshin impact #genshin impact oneshot #childe #childe x reader #fanfic #genshin oneshot #genshin tartagalia #kaeya alberich #tartagila #venti genshin impact #albedo #teucer #genshin archon #tartagalia x reader #tartagalia genshin impact

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abookishdreamer · 2 years ago

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Character Intro: Bia (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Mean Machine by Kratos

O Great One by Zelus

My Strong Girl by Styx

Age- 18 (immortal)

Location- Solar district, New Olympus

Personality- Much like her sister, Bia is very brash and outspoken. Unlike Nike however, she's not really confident in her standing as a minor god or even in her family. She’s single.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. Being the goddess of force and power, one of her abilities include fyrosokinesis- being able to generate & manipulate force-field energy. She also has the power of flight, due to her amber colored wings.

At her place, she has an extensive sword collection. She shares an apartment with her sister in the Solar district.

Bia hasn't told anyone (except for Zelus) that she's jealous of her older sister Nike (goddess of victory)- for her close relationship with their father & the increasing acclaim and attention she's been getting from the outside, despite their status as "C-List goddesses." Because of this, she has gotten more closer to her mom, feeling that she understands her more.

In the pantheon, she’s good friends with her boss Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning), Ailuros (goddess of cats & warfare), Lyssa (goddess of rage & frenzy), Methe (goddess of drunkenness), Alala (goddess of the war cry), Dike (goddess of justice), Mania (goddess of insanity), Hermes, Athena (goddess of wisdom), Eris (goddess of strife & discord), and Artemis (goddess of the hunt & moon).

Bia is also close with her brothers- Zelus (god of envy, jealousy, & zeal) more than Kratos (god of strength).

Bia is not as close as she used to be with her father Pallas (Titan god of battle & warcraft).

One of her favorite gifts has been a pair of silver sword shaped earrings given by Zelus.

Bia was trained under Palaestra (goddess of wrestling); who was also her official mentor. She doesn't have any businesses (aside from a semi-pro female wrestling team that she's the captain of), so most of her income comes in by working for Zeus (in his various companies) and by modeling. She has modeled for his lingerie brand Heavenly Spark. Bia also models for/endorses Hot Intoxication, La Petit Amour, and Olive Visibly.

There's a huge billboard downtown of her (as well as a few other models) all dolled up wearing scantily clad lacy lingerie. A bunch of accidents have happened due to "distracted drivers."

She loves using the Glory's Crown olive oil curling glaze for her long thick curly hair.

Some of her favorite treats include the roasted pork sandwich (using brioche bread & extra mustard and mozzarella cheese) from The Bread Box, cheddar jalapeño potato chips, and green apple flavored sour straws.

Her go-to drink is an appletini. She also likes rum & coke, mojitos, ginger ale, and a cuba libre (a drink made with cola, white rum, & lime juice).

Her favorite ice cream flavors are pistachio and mint chocolate chip!

In her downtime, Bia likes to stay active whether it's through sword fighting, kickboxing, mixed martial arts, karate, kung-fu, muay thai, and wrestling. She also likes playing video games, watching movies & TV, and listening to music.

She looks forward to visiting her mother Styx (Titaness of hatred) in the Underworld. They go out for drinks, then karaoke, and afterward cooks for her (despite being "cooking intolerant"), making the meal well.

Her favorite dishes are the curry rice, spiced chickpea salad, spinach & feta borek and roasted eggplant with couscous. She also likes spicy barbeque wings with large cajun fries from Olympic Chef.

Bia has met her mom's current boyfriend, Phlegethon (Titan god of fire). She thinks he's a pretty cool guy who makes way too many un-funny fire puns. She enjoyed his spicy sancocho and fried plantains when she came over for dinner a few weeks ago.

"I'm not just a pretty face with a nice ass. If you cross me, I'll break you."

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sombrasaiyan · 3 years ago

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One | An Interview of a Lifetime

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ BEAUTIFULLY SHAPED SNOWFLAKES FLOAT IN THE FROSTY AIR AS the coldness of the winter day only made this short girl shiver even more with nervousness and being cold. She always hated winter, especially since it brought up bad memories of her past. Her fated interview with the CEO of Ox-King corporations didn't start until an hour later, but knowing her and her bad luck, somehow she was going to be fucked by something invisible.

She pops open her dingy old red backpack she's had since junior high and pushes through her binder, books, and paperwork trying to find her notebook filled to the brim with her notes that was going to help her get through today. The long spiky ebony haired discussed with everyone in her small friend group to get down every possible question, scenario she might be put through, or absolutely anything was now jotted down and available in her notebook, and the boy who was her same age was laughing at the sight of her frantically skimming through her notes.

"Caulifla, calm down. You've gone through those darn notes like a hundred times already." He reminds her with rolled eyes underneath his sapphire colored sunglasses. "You're going to get this interview aced guaranteed." He declares, patting her shoulder a couple of times.

Caulifla casts a glare at him and crosses her arms, shrugging his hand off her shoulder. "Tarble, your ass better not be saying that cuz you're my friend." She then begins to read her notes from page one, carefully reading everything word for word.

The shorter haired spiky haired friend of hers defensively threw his hands in the air as he replies, "Look, Caulifla. I'm not saying this because I'm your friend. I'm saying this because I know it's true," He pulls out his phone upon it vibrating in his pocket as he reads his new text message from his older brother, asking about how the whole interview went with Caulifla. Of course his older brother simply assumed they left this early because the interview was around this time according to him. So, Tarble had to assure his brother that it wasn't time yet. "Besides, you got plenty of mock interviews from Vegeta who practically interviews people daily."

Caulifla huffs in frustration at his words as she clasps her hands on her face. "Ughh! I should've squeezed another one of those mock interviews in! It would be super duper helpful!" She whines.

Tarble nearly laughs, but shoves it down his throat to avoid getting punched. "Vegeta would be laughing his ass off right now because you're going bonkers." He then puts his hands on Caulifla and shakes her back and forth. "Quit worrying! You'll get the job!"

"Fine, fine, fine. Will ya hand me a breakfast sandwich already? I'm starving! And while you're at it, give me my orange juice already. It better not have any pulp in it." Caulifla says as she sits up in her car seat, tossing her notebook on top of her backpack so she doesn't messy it with stains.

"Yeah, yeah princess whatever you say." Tarble mutters as pulls out her order of two sausage egg and cheddar cheese breakfast sandwiches on an English muffin, two crispy warm hash browns, and her orange juice with no pulp.

Caulifla forcefully pulls her first sandwich away from Tarble and begins to peel the foil off of it as she keeps a glare on him. "Hey, you're not allowed to call me princess." She takes a bite out of her sandwich as Tarble opens up his sandwich, a bacon yellow egg and pepper jack cheese one.

"Oh goodness me! Forgive me Caulifla! I forgot only older men who you crush on are only allowed to call you that!" Tarble waves a hand in the air for effect. He takes a bite out of his sandwich as he adds, "So when are you going to confess to Vegeta that you have feelings for him, anyway? When you're eighteen and ready to lose your virginity to him?" Tarble nudges her as Caulifla almost gags on her breakfast sandwich and fiercely shook her head.

"You know I don't like Vegeta like that." She retaliates.

"Bullshit!" Tarble says loudly, causing Caulifla to flinch in her seat. "You're saying you don't like Vegeta like that, but who's the one who sent him those artsy craft Valentine's Day cards from the time he was in elementary school with us to when he was in junior high with us for a year! Who's the one that sent him sing-a-grams on Valentine's Day in high school? Who tried giving him a hundred bucks just cuz he graduated, when no one thought he would? Who would accept all the invitations to stay at the beach house in the summers just so she could secretly spend time with my brother? Who shared her first kiss with him and stayed a night alone with him in the beach house!" He points his sandwich at Caulifla accusingly.

With each and every words that escapes Tarble's lips, Caulifla could feel her face grow hot and no doubt the radish red glow had spread across her cheeks. "Alright, alright I get it. You've been keeping tabs on me, detective Tarble. But I'm not talking until I get my lawyer Cabba involved." She takes another bite of her sandwich as she really thought about it. Her feelings for Vegeta were still vibrant in her heart, but would they still be there by the time it was her birthday?

Today was finally the last day of Chi-Chi interviewing all of her potential candidates for her son Gohan. Aside from her work load, this minor inconvenience already added into her stress aside from the fact that her husband wouldn't get a job. Of course he wouldn't since he was sitting comfortably on a throne of cash all thanks to his wealthy wife and father-in-law. Since she had started hosting interviews, she laid off on the screaming sessions toward her husband and forced a wide wicked grin in his direction when he casually walked into her office with a sandwich in hand or some other food, asking her what she was up to.

It's not like he really cared, Chi-Chi knew he didn't even remember that she was looking for a babysitter for their child. No matter how much she reminded Goku he always seemingly forgot.

Chi-Chi's long black hair was draping down her back as she quickly lifts it up and attempts to pull it back in her usual bun, accompanied by a set of bangs that framed her face beautifully.

Soft footsteps approach her office, too light to be Goku's as cold sweat dreads across her body. She immediately stopped trying to make her hair into a bun as she stares ahead, hoping it wasn't the young girl here for her interview. Of course Goku would blindly let her in without letting Chi-Chi know!

"Don't worry, Chi-Chi! It's just me!" The indigo haired woman declares as she looks around the office, smiling at how sunlit it was due to the curtains being pulled back. She was always used to light bulbs lighting up Chi-Chi's office instead. The woman's dark eyes lower towards what laid in Chi-Chi's fist: a couple of black scrunchies, and maybe due to how nervous Chi-Chi was, she hadn't been able to properly do her hair. "Do you need my help?"

"Oh Launch, thank Kami it's you." The black haired woman sighs in relief, then nodding soon afterward. "Please, if you don't mind." To her words, the woman with bouncing long hair smiles as she quickly walks over and takes the scrunchies out of her soon to be sister-in-law's hand and begins to do a perfect bun for her.

"Are you really that nervous, Chi-Chi?" Launch teases with a giggle as she tightens the bun. "You shouldn't be, you should be relieved that this is the last interview and then you can choose to have the perfect nanny!"

"Ahh, thank you." Chi-Chi lightly laughs, easing her own tension. "How are things coming along with your wedding planning?" Chi-Chi moves herself back to her desk, organizing for the millionth time all her pens, paper, loose paper clips and staple.

Launch reddens, closing her eyes as she couldn't wait to finally be married to Raditz. Her wedding was seven months away, but just thinking about it all just made her so happy and excited. "Oh! I haven't really started it yet, after all I still need a wedding planner." She winks at Chi-Chi's jaw drops quickly staring up at Launch with widened eyes.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?!" Her open mouth turns up into a big smile with a pair of twinkling eyes to boot.

"Uh-Huh!" Launch nods happily. "Of course I'm asking you to be my wedding planner. You're the most organized, neat freak I know. If you want to be my wedding planner, it's open exclusively for you!"

Chi-Chi waltzes herself over to Launch and practically jumps into a hug. "Of course I'll be your wedding planner! I would love to plan your wedding!" The office is then filled with their squeals as the two dance around in their embrace.

Tarble parks a few feet away from the Ox Mansion as his jaw drops at how big the mansion was. He didn't believe that Goku getting married to Chi-Chi would land him such a big house! "Damn, maybe I should've gotten Chi-Chi pregnant." Tarble mumbles as Caulifla takes deep breaths one after another. This was it. This was her big moment to step in as the nanny of the CEO of Ox King Corporations. Well, almost. It was just the interview and that's why she had to ace it.

"Nasty pig, she's like four years older than you." Caulifla smacks his head before turning to look at Tarble in the eye. "This interview shouldn't take long, so don't you dare go down the street and look at all the fancy houses and local bakeries."

"Yeah, yeah sure. Unless you're not out here in twenty minutes I'm going to assume you already got the job and you're just changing diapers." Tarble says as Caulifla rolls her eyes.

"Fat chance!" She then unbuckles her seatbelt and throws it off of her, popping open her car door as she steps out. "I'll see you in a few, okay?" She closes her door.

"Good luck!" Tarble hollers before rolling up the passenger's window.

Caulifla takes deep breaths and carries on wearing her black dress clothes, brushing possible leaves that fell on her during the times she was outside as she approaches the grand golden gates to the house. She could see the house ahead alongside a couple of cars and a limo. Caulifla swallowed, imagining herself stepping into this place every day seemed unreal.

Taking her seventeenth deep breath of the day, she presses the button to make her presence known, a loud buzz follows soon after. Then the voice of a woman speaks on the small black speaker.

"Ox-King residence." She says in a stern yet raised tone.

"Hello! I'm Caulifla Sadala, here for my interview ma'am." She replies quickly.

"Ah! Caulifla Sadala, yes! Let me open up the gates to let you in." Replies the voice, which no doubt was Chi-Chi.

The gates creak with the sound of them being pried open as Caulifla quickly walks into the property. Her eyes roam around at the Ox statues, purple car and lime green car, the lush green grass and carnations frosted with ice, everything was so beautiful. She then walks careful steps up the marble stairs as she stands at the doors with intricate details and golden door knobs. Before Caulifla could attempt to pull it open, a woman with a soft smile answers, standing in front of her a few feet away.

"Ah, Caulifla. It's so nice to meet you, come in." says the woman with a nice hairdo and wearing a navy skirt that reaches her knees, a white blouse with frilly ruffles on it, and then a matching blazer to top it all off.

"Hello, Chi-Chi it's so nice to finally meet you too." Caulifla says with a big smile, her voice sounding so foreign to her. She then quickly follows Chi-Chi through the house, holding back from gazing upon it for fear she'd be distracted and lose her potential boss.

Chi-Chi stands before a door, opening it as she approaches her chicory colored desk, adorned with her office supplies and papers. "Come, take a seat." She gestures toward one of the chairs across from the desk as Caulifla hurriedly makes her way over and takes a seat, sitting up straight.

"Alright, for starters, where did you hear this job?" Chi-Chi looks up from her clipboard, eyes matched on Caulifla.

"Oh! I heard about this job from one of my closest friends, Vegeta! He's the son of Vegeta Sr., and owns a company." At the mention of Vegeta's name, Chi-Chi almost winces, but her eyes widen as her eyebrows arch up. Caulifla could've sworn she almost jumped in her seat but brushes it off and continues, "I used to babysit all the CEOs' kids and sometimes they'd keep in contact with me so I can babysit personally for them."

Chi-Chi nods in approval, writing this down in her notes, recalling the references on Caulifla's application. "And what was that like?" She asks.

"A bit disastrous at times, I'll admit. Since most of them are pampered, they expect me to give them free candy or toys or comply with them . . ." Caulifla pauses to think, and to properly say her words so she wouldn't potentially swear. "But, since I don't really like bratty kids, I don't soften or sugar coat stuff for them. I treat them just like they act—like childish brats. After they got babysat by me so often, they already knew what I expected, well behaved manners, speak when allowed, of course they're allowed to have fun and scream and stuff but they have to follow the rules their parents enforce."

Chi-Chi writes all the words she could, nodding at everything Caulifla said. After she was done writing, she looks up from her notes. "Okay, do you have any thing in your schedule like a job, school, or activities?"

Caulifla had to go through her head to remember if she even had anything on her schedule. She was on winter break right now, so she didn't have to go back to school until January. No jobs since last year, and frankly that's it, she couldn't think of anything that would intervene with babysitting Gohan. Unless . . . She ended up letting herself get strung up in a sexual relationship with Vegeta then that could possibly take up her time, but Caulifla wasn't about to say that to Chi-Chi.

"Ah, well as of right now no. I'm on winter break until January third and will be graduating from high school this June." Caulifla answers, smiling at the woman.

After many more questions and what seemed like forever, the interview was finally over. Caulifla stood up from her seat and maneuvers herself around Chi-Chi's desk to shake her hand. Chi-Chi takes her hand and shakes it a couple times.

"I'll contact you by phone for further consideration. It was a pleasure to meet you Caulifla."

"Thank you, it was a pleasure to meet you too, Chi-Chi."

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on a Wednesday, in a cafe (chapter 24)

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thursday lunchbox: shrimp pan-toasted sandwich

There's a knock on the door. Gil hurriedly puts the leftover sandwiches inside the microwave then rushes out of the kitchen. On the other side of the door is Sprite, who just returned after finishing her last day of the final exam.

“I heard Thena’s back early,” she beams, “Is she in there?”

Gil glances back at the living room, lowering his voice sadly, “Yeah, but she’s tired. She had a bad day. Do you still want to come in?”

Sprite’s smile wavers a bit, “It's alright, I’ll let her rest. I just came up to thank her for helping me with the exam. I did pretty good.”

“Good job!” Gil rubs her hair and she struggles to dodge his hand, “Thena was worried about you, you know. She’ll be very proud of you, and so is everybody.”

Sprite returns his smile, her cheeks pink, “Then please tell her the results for me. Also, this is the flyers for my school’s annual Sport Event,” she hands him the colourful papers that she’s been holding onto.

“Oh, it’s happening already? Are you competing this year?”

“Of course. I’ll play for my badminton club and participate in a relay race.”

“Two competitions?” Gil raises his eyebrows, looking impressed, “How about your theatre club?”

“As usual, we’ll perform in the afternoon. This year we’re doing the Hadestown musical,” She says proudly, “I’m the director.”

“As expected.”

“Ajak invited Makkari and I invited Sersi and Kingo. It’s not anything big but if you have time this year, I’d be glad if you can go, any time of the day is fine.”

“What are you talking about? Of course we’ll be there! Last year was a real blast, I’m sure Thena would want to come too.”

“But why do I remember that someone fell asleep half the time of our play last year?”

Gil scratches his head, “In my defense, I was tired at the time because I had to participate in that three-legged race for parents with Makkari. Remember? When Ajak had a sprained ankle?”

“Gotta admit, you played the role of my foster dad pretty well.”

“I can’t do that again this year though, I have Thena. But unless she wants me to,” he shrugs.

“Yeah, sure pal,” Sprite waves her hand dismissively, “We don’t have that this year anyway, instead we hold a 100 meters race for the parents.”

“So Ajak will run then?”

“Absolutely. She’s been waiting for her revenge because last year we only got third place. Not great.”

“That’s because Makkari and I weren’t familiar with each other's rhythm,” Gil pouts, “Ajak’s steps and mine are two very different things! Give us one week and we’ll snatch that first place without sweating.”

“Just messing with you,” Sprite giggles, “But don’t forget to come. If you don’t want to see me kick some seniors' and freshmen’s asses then just come to see Ajak run, it’d be worth it.”

“Won’t miss it for the world. I’ll cook something for lunch that day, we can have a picnic.”

“Alright, send my regards to Thena, will you? I hope she'll feel better soon.”

“I’ll take good care of her.”

“I know,” she nods, “My shift is starting. Are you staying with her for the rest of the day?”

“Yeah, it’s a slow evening but call me if you need. And I bought ice cream for you in the fridge.”

“Cool! Thanks, boss,” Sprite gives him a thumb up, then skips down the stairs.

“Oh shit, my sandwiches!” Gil mumbles to himself and dashes back into the kitchen. He takes the food out of the microwave, hissing because of the hot plate. He puts it on the table, covers it with a bigger plate before moving into the living room.

Thena barely touched her lunch today, even though she kept mentioning that shrimp pan-toasted sandwich ever since Sersi found the recipe on the internet and brought them some of those. Shrimp is covered with flour and deep fried, then mixed with a mixture of mayo-ketchup sauce. Then they are sandwiched between two pieces of bread that are buttered with mustard, along with a slice of cheddar cheese and some shredded cabbage. Finally, the sandwiches are fried on both sides to make the bread crispy. He made her three small ones, she left two and hasn’t eaten any of the tomato salad.

According to what she told him, there was a fight between the court attendees this morning when she was in the middle of her part. She wasn’t injured but the screams and loud noises triggered her. She didn’t have a panic attack either but it was a very damn close call. After the court adjourned, she locked herself in her office for the rest of the afternoon, avoiding everyone and eventually, she had to call Gil to come and pick her up early with a small and trembling voice, saying that she was having a massive headache. In the safe space of her car, she sobbed in his arms for a sole 10 minutes. Then he drove them back to his place. He absolutely doesn’t intend to leave her alone now and she doesn’t protest either.

She's lying in a fetal position on his couch. Her hair hides away her face so it’s hard to see if she’s sleeping or awake. But her breaths are not even and her shoulders are shaking slightly. Gil crouches down and touches her arm.

“How’s your headache?”

She just shakes her head but doesn’t flinch when he touches her forehead, which is a good sign. He parts her hair and feels like someone just pierced his heart with a knife. The woman he loves more than life itself opens her eyes to look at him, another wave of tears leaks out, rolling down her beautiful, already wet cheeks. Her lips tremble, she holds out her arms and he immediately scoops her up and into his arms like she was a little kitten. She draws her knees to her chest as she clings to him, burying her face into his neck.

“It’s okay, I’m here,” he holds her with one hand, the other stroking her hair, feeling her tears soak his shirt, “I’m right here. I’ve got you, it’s alright, baby.”

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers.

“What are you sorry for?”

“You put a lot of effort into my lunch but I couldn’t eat.”

“Thena…” Now it’s him who feels like crying, “All I care about is your well-being. I can make as many sandwiches as you want.”

“Still,” she sniffles, “I hate wasting your food.”

“You’re not wasting them,” he rubs her back, “They’re still edible so I put them into the microwave. But leave them to me, I’ll make you something else.”

“What are you going to make?”

“What else? Your comfort food, of course.”

“Who eats blueberry pies for dinner?” She says, but the thought of a scalding hot pie makes her stomach rumble. Surely Gil feels that because his palm is pressed to her belly. He just laughs, lifting that same hand to stroke along the bridge of her nose, wiping away the remaining tears on her cheeks.

“We do.”

“What about your shop?” She has asked this many, many times, not just today but nearly every time he puts his work aside to stay with her when she needs him. She knows what he’ll say, she just wants to hear it again. And Gil always indulges her. He’ll repeat it as many times as it takes for her to truly believe it.

“You’re my biggest priority,” he starts rocking her back and forth gently, his voice tender and soothing as a lullaby, “And Eternal doesn’t serve dinner so there isn’t much to do, really. I’ll just come down if there are so many customers that our friends can’t handle it. But I doubt that could happen.”

For the first time in the day, Thena manages a smile. She pulls herself up a bit to kiss both of his cheeks. He scoots them to the edge of the couch to reach for the glass of water on the coffee table and brings it to her lips. She takes a few sips, then asks.

“Did Sprite come up earlier?”

“Yeah, she passed by to tell us that she did great on her exam and to thank you for tutoring her.”

“I’m glad,” her smile grows wider and she’s playing with his fingers, “I’ll text her in a minute.”

“There’s a Sport Event at her school this Sunday, she’ll be competing in badminton and a relay race.”

“Two competitions? It’s great to be young,” she rubs her cheek on his shirt. She doesn’t have many memories from her high school years, all she can recall is that it was quite dull even though she went to the same school as Sprite. And she skipped the final year to attend Oxford.

“Hey, we’re still relatively young,” he snorts, pulling her out of her thoughts, “But she’s truly having the time of her life, even directing a musical play the same day.”

“Ajak must be very proud.”

“No shit. And the girl invited us there,” Gil hands her the flyers, “Wanna go together? Could be a nice trip back to school.”

“Certainly, it’s a must. I want to see a Hadestown high school version,” then she sighs, sagging against Gil, “But I still have to survive that stupid banquet tomorrow night.”

“So you decided to go?”

She shakes her head, “After what happened today, I want to stay home even more.”

“It’s just a party anyway. If you don’t want to go, you can stay home and we’ll have a big dinner then watch TV until we fall asleep,” he runs his fingers through her hair, giving her head a light massage as he drops a kiss on her temple, “And if you wanted to go, would I still be your plus one?”

She huffs a laugh, “My one and only.”

Gil tugs at their clasped hands, “C’mon, let’s get to work. I bought some cute cookie molds, you can use them to cut decorating crusts.”

“Which shapes do you have?”

“A rabbit, a cat, a moon, a star. I think you should use the star mold, because you’re my superstar.”

“I don’t feel like one right now,” she trails off. However, she lets him lead them into the kitchen.

“Don’t sell yourself short, you’re incredible!” He turns around to face her, “It’s just that you had a hard day, it can’t deny all of your improvement. You’ve come this far,” he squeezes her hand, “I can’t say how proud I am of you, but I’ll say that if you need some rest, please know that you deserve to rest.”

“Will you be there? When I’m not feeling like a superstar,” The vulnerable, silly question that she only asks when they are alone. She absolutely doesn’t allow anyone else to see this side of her.

Gil picks her up and puts her on the table, then steps in between her legs.

“Forevermore, and after,” he promises. Even though they’ve known each other less than a year, he's sure about that more than anything.

“For as long as you’ll have me.”

He did say that to her, not so long ago, on a very different day than today. But he’s always there, seeming to be the most solid thing that’s ever been hers, the one person that she trusts enough to hold on to, lean on, or hide in. She hopes that she would never take him for granted and forget to give back, to cherish him, to let him know that she loves him with every breath she takes. But all worries evade her when he palms her face in his large hands, brushing her hair out of her face so he can kiss her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips, then he says, “Let’s make our pie.”

Our pie - the word makes her smile. She likes the sound of it. She likes it a lot, a lot, a lot.

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