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cocrante · 10 months ago

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I Start Over With You

[SOLANGELO FANFIC]

summary: After the great battle against the forces of Gaea, Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter had formed a long-lasting alliance. Everything had gone well, and everyone was ready to start anew. This included Nico, who, after confessing his feelings to Percy, was prepared to open a new chapter in his life—perhaps the happiest one the Fates had ever written.

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[CHAPTER 10]

THE TWO DEMIGODS BID FAREWELL before returning to their respective cabins. Even though Nico intended to go out again for some more exercise before lunch.

Nico hoped to find Jason at the climbing wall, convinced that he would request an infinite rematch just to beat Jackson at least once. Upon arrival, he could confirm that his assumptions were correct. As he had imagined, he found the two boys challenging each other once again. Percy was ahead by more than a meter, while Jason was forced to remain immobile, risking – if he moved an inch – to singe the hairs on his arms. The son of Hades almost pitied him. He could easily use his powers over the air and push himself to the top without any difficulty.

"Decided to put down roots?" Percy shouted at him.

"Think for yourself, Jackson!" Jason replied, actually hesitating to move. The son of Jupiter huffed, letting himself fall, and as if made of air, he returned to the ground, noticing only at that moment who was present. "Hey!" greeted the son of Jupiter, surprised to see him. Nico responded with a nod, staring at Percy, who was about to reach the top. "What's the score?" Nico asked, injecting a hint of curiosity and sarcasm into the question. Jason remained silent, he didn't even know how many times Percy had beaten him. "Who cares!" the boy exclaimed. "Tomorrow, I'll manage to beat him" he said confidently, though it seemed like he was trying to convince himself more than Nico, who nodded out of sympathy.

A little later, the son of Poseidon descended from the wall, pushing back the hair sticking to his forehead. "For all the gods, Grace!" he exclaimed, slowly catching his breath. "I beat you again" he laughed between one sigh and another. "Hey, Nico!" he greeted, noticing him only then. "Didn't see you. When did you arrive?" he asked, stretching an arm that had become sore.

"A while ago" Nico replied.

"Do you feel like showing Grace how to overcome the wall?" he asked, leaning on Jason's shoulder, who gave him a sideways glance. Nico tried to stifle a laugh. "I'm not in the mood," he admitted. "Maybe tomorrow" he suggested, getting a nod of agreement from Percy. "I'm in!" exclaimed the son of Poseidon.

"Assuming I don't win" Jason said challengingly, removing Percy's hand from his shoulder.

"We'll see" Percy chuckled.

"This might be the time" the son of Jupiter scowled.

Between one chat and another, the conch shell sounded, drawing the attention of the demigods to head towards the dining area. The three didn't even have time to take a shower.

As that morning, the table of cabin number 13 was occupied—Annabeth and Piper were already seated, engaged in what seemed to be a very interesting conversation. However, as soon as they saw the three approaching, they immediately stopped.

Percy approached his girlfriend, giving her a kiss and sitting next to her, holding her hand. "He accepted" updated the daughter of Athena.

"Yeah, he told me" Nico replied, taking a seat on the bench. "But it still seems like stupid" he sighed, not understanding the need to bring him along.

"Well" Piper cleared her throat. "Who won today?" she asked, changing the subject.

"I did" Percy gloated, with the son of Jupiter giving him a skeptical look.

"Tomorrow, you won't be smiling!" Jason warned, getting only a compassionate nod from Percy and Piper.

The four friends talked animatedly, trying to involve Nico in the conversation, who responded only with monosyllabic answers. He was too absorbed in staring at table number 7, thinking about the morning just passed and reflecting on what the boy under the tree had told him. It was nice of him to say it, he was pretty sure he meant it, but what eluded him was why he had told him. Nico was so lost in his thoughts that he completely withdrew from the conversation, not even hearing Percy's question. "Hey, Nico" Percy called him for the second time.

"What?" he asked, returning to the real world.

"We were asking if you're joining me and Jason at the arena tomorrow" Percy asked, hoping for an affirmative answer. Nico stared at him for a moment, then said, "No" dryly, returning to focus on his plate.

"Why?" Percy asked, not wanting to drop the subject.

"Because I have things to do" he sighed, trying to appear less annoyed than he seemed. "And then, I have to meet with Will" he added, knowing they would continue to pester him. As a response, he only received quick glances from his friends, convinced that they were already building sandcastles in their minds. "He wants to learn how to fight" he explained further, rolling his eyes.

"And he asked you" said Annabeth, arousing some curiosity in Nico.

"Yes."

"Isn't it obvious?" Annabeth asked, unable to avoid a sweet laugh.

"What?" he looked at the girl perplexed.

"He wants to spend time with you" Piper intervened, finding it a very sweet thing. The boy looked first at one and then the other, his ears began to turn red from embarrassment due to that conversation.

"You should ask him" Annabeth suggested. Nico sought support from Jason, who instead of taking his side, nodded to what the daughter of Athena was saying.

"What should I ask him?" Nico asked, trying to maintain control over himself. "Why he likes being with you" Piper smiled.

"Okay, that's enough" Nico burst out, taking a long sigh. "I've already told you, we're just friends. There are no other reason, okay?" he tried to keep a calm tone, but he imagined he was betrayed by his gaze. "Don't get strange ideas in your heads" he added, lowering his gaze to the plate that suddenly wasn't so appetizing. Even though a small fantasy was growing inside him, but that's all it was: a fantasy, and all the chatter and encouragement from his friends served only to fuel it. Nico didn't want any kind of hope to take root in a corner of his mind—things were fine as they were. They were genuinely fine.

"You should still ask him" Annabeth insisted, not willing to wave the white flag. Nico looked into her stormy gray eyes, sure that they were already planning something.

"I'll ask him" he appeased her. "At least this way you'll be quiet" he mumbled, playing with the chicken thigh on the plate.

Later, the boys got up from the table, and the son of Hades went back to his cabin to rid himself of the sweat he had accumulated. During the walk, he found himself thinking about what Annabeth had told him; she wasn't entirely wrong. In fact, he didn't know why Will was always around him, not that he minded having him nearby. Upon entering the cabin, he headed straight to the bathroom, turning on the showerhead, distracting himself from those thoughts that had arisen at the table.

Ten minutes later, he emerged from the cabin with his hair still slightly damp, heading towards the infirmary, where he had promised to return to help with the vials and put an end to all those silly questions from his friends. In the infirmary, Will wasn't there, instead, other children of Apollo were checking on some demigods who had been roughed up during the festivities by some children of Ares. "Do you need something?" a voice asked, drawing Nico's attention. The boy in question resembled Will a lot, as most children of Apollo looked alike. He had the same features, yet he lacked that sparkle Nico saw every time he looked into Will's eyes. The son of Hades shook his head. "No, I was waiting for Solac— I mean Will" Nico mumbled, getting only a nod from the boy. "He'll be here in a moment" he said, briefly sizing Nico up from head to toe. "Make yourself comfortable" he indicated a chair, then went back to his work. Nico sat down, playing with his ring and swinging his feet, still reflecting on the conversation he had just had with Annabeth.

In a way, Nico also enjoyed being in Will's company, but that was because the boy had the strange ability to make him feel immediately better. In a broader sense, he could warm him up just by looking at him. Nico didn't realize that he was smiling at that thought.

"Here I am!" exclaimed a voice from the entrance. "Have you been here long?" Will asked, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear.

"No" Nico replied, getting up from the chair.

"Good" Will smiled. "Shall we pick up where we left off yesterday?" the son of Apollo asked, heading towards the small table and bringing out the boxes they had stored. Nico helped, bringing one out as well. Together they got back to work, one filtering liquids of bizarre colors, and the other labeling the vials. Occasionally, they would look at each other without saying anything. Nico wondered if Will was thinking about what he had told him under the tree.

"What did your siblings say when they saw you with a sword?" he asked, keeping his eyes fixed on the vial.

"They called me crazy" he chuckled.

"Maybe because you are" the boy replied.

"How kind!" Will put on a fake pout, bursting into laughter a moment later.

Again, silence fell between the two. Nico was thinking about Annabeth's question; on one hand, he also wanted to ask him, as he was curious too. "Solace" he called after a while, needing to ask him. "Why did you agree to participate in the games?" but it wasn't the question Annabeth had asked him to ask. Will pursed his lips. "I thought it needed to be done" he explained. "At least once" he added, even though it wasn't entirely the truth. "Why did you agree?" he asked, thinking that Nico wanted to stay on the sidelines rather than participate. Nico shrugged. "Annabeth is good at persuading" he said, although there was more to it, but Will didn't need to know everything. The son of Apollo nodded, having to agree with Nico—it was difficult to say no to Annabeth.

[CONTENTS]

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manapotionstudios · 1 year ago

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DelaneyPost 02 (ManaPost 07) - Putting the "Fun" in Fungeon!

Heyo everybody! Y here again for today’s opening! Just for a little background, C is currently on vacation! We still have a huge surplus of content to add to the game, so their absence wouldn’t affect our progress, but please do wish them a happy and entertaining vacation! We’ve been cooking up a lot of good things for both Delaney AND Manaport, so stay tuned for the ManaPost tomorrow!

This DelaneyPost will be a little short, since admittedly we ran out of time to finalize all of these things before today… But we hope you enjoy the slightly hack-y nature!

With that out of the way…

Similar title to the last DelaneyPost so that means this one relates to that one

We’ve been focused on polishing the dungeon generation system mentioned in our last post. It’s almost production ready! But there’s a few smaller bugs that we need to work out before we can call it truly finished. However, this new update means that we can define custom rooms instead of relying on truly random generation.

But what does that mean?

Say we take a manually defined area of tiles, organized into layers. As shown here, this jolly fella here is one of the areas we’ve used to test this system out.

We send this area to a RoomDefinition that we can add to our Floor Generation Parameters, or the set of data that defines how a certain floor will be generated. Then, when we generate a floor, we just randomly pick from all of the Room Definitions from the generation parameters and place them instead of randomly deciding a room’s size. You can see the results of this change here!

As you can see there are a lot of repeated rooms, but that's only because there are 3 random rooms to choose from! Once we’ve finalized this generation system, we’ll finally show off something that's aesthetically pleasing! Yay!

Other than this though, there’s not much left to show… This was actually quite difficult to figure out! We were also working on Manaport a lot this week but that’s neither here nor there. We’re very close to making the game actually fun, and we’re optimistic to release this game sometime early next year or maybe late 2023. Keep your eyes peeled!

Thank you for sticking around to read this short DelaneyPost! We’ll have something more substantial next week.

See you all soon!

C (in spirit) and Y

#indiegamedev #indie games #manapotion #game dev #game development #update #video games #indie game #pixelart #thank you for reading :)

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liesareeasier · 2 years ago

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'Home To Hawkins' Chapter 11: Moving Forward

‘Home To Hawkins' is an Eddie Munson/ Stranger Things Inspired Fanfiction

By: MoonFlowerWrites on WattPad

Hey everyone! Here’s another chapter of my Eddie Munson fan-fic! I’ll be posting a chapter for this every few days, so check for updates. :) This is kind of a strangers to friends to lovers story. There will be smut and mature content in this chapter/ story, so please stop reading if you’re not 18+. Thanks for checking out my story and I hope you enjoy it!! xx

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A/N: Hello, Hello! I don't want to spoil anything, but this might be my favorite chapter, so far, of this story. Everything feels like it's falling into place for the characters. I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. :) Thanks for all of your support so far. It means more to me than any of you will ever know. Putting myself out there in the world and sharing my work had been nerve wracking at times but so incredibly rewarding.

xx, abbey (the writer) :)

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Word Count: 8,300 words c:

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As I waited on Steve's driveway for him to get here, I couldn't shake my nerves. I felt out of place as I sat in my old, bumper-sticker-covered station wagon at Steve's overly nice house. What would I say if his parents happened to come home while I was sitting here in front of their house? I was sure that I wasn't the kind of person that they would welcome with open arms. From what I had gathered, they were pretty judgy and cruel.

I was also innately worried about Steve. I hated that he had to spend so much alone and hoped that all of this drama with Nancy wasn't wearing too heavily on his spirit. From what Max had told me, Nancy and Steve had an intense relationship that still weighed on him.

Max had told me bits and pieces about Nancy, but not too much. For the life of me, I was trying to remember everything that she had said as if the crumbs of knowledge I had about her would help me navigate this situation. If she was leading Steve on, nothing would stand in my way to put a stop to this. I felt very protective of him. We had a special kind of friendship that didn't come along very often. Even though we didn't know each other long, we understood each other.

When my tape was nearing its end, Steve pulled into his driveway and parked his maroon BMW right next to me. I turned down my music and got out of my car to wait for him while he gathered his things. He looked flustered as he opened his door and tried his best to muster a smile. I appreciated his effort but he didn't have to try around me. I wanted him to be exactly who he was and feel what he felt. I had an inkling that his parents didn't encourage him to express his emotions and that I could try to help him with that. We had grown up pretty similarly and that was why I felt such a closeness between us.

"Hey," Steve said as he locked his car and swung his keyring around until his house key was at the ready.

"Hi, Steve," I said as I followed him to the front door. "Robin get home okay?"

"Yeah, no traffic or anything," he said as he unlocked the door and held it open for me.

"Good, good," I said, awkwardly making small talk while we put off our inevitably serious conversation because I wanted to allow him the grace to talk to me when he was good and ready.

As we walked into the entrance, I realized that there was still a lot of cleaning up that he had to do from the party. The front lawn had been cleared of decorations but the inside still looked like a haunted house. All of the cups, trash, and traces of a party had been wiped out, but all of the decor remained. I wouldn't have time to help him clean today, but I was going to offer to come by tomorrow and get this all put away. He was understandably overwhelmed with everything going on and didn't deserve any extra stress.

"I just need to change quickly. No offense, but this vest isn't exactly my favorite thing to wear," Steve said as he stood on the first step of his stairs. "Do you mind waiting a second?"

"I'll be right down here. Is it okay if I make us some coffee?" I asked, feeling confident that I could successfully use his nice coffee maker after watching him do it a few times before.

"Please," Steve said with a relaxing breath out. "I'll grab my bong if you want to smoke a little."

Figuring he needed to relax to have this conversation, I agreed, "I'm always down, Steve. Take your time. You want your coffee black, right?"

"Yes, yes, please. Thanks," Steve said as he started running up the stairs before continuing, yelling from the top. "I'll be right back down!"

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Using Steve's fancy coffee maker was surprisingly easier than I thought it would be. After all, it was something that came naturally to fellow caffeine addict like myself. Though he had asked for a black coffee, I couldn't help but make it special for him. I rifled through his spice cabinet and grabbed out a fancy glass bottle filled with cinnamon. I sprinkled a little bit in the bottom of his mug before I filled it with the scalding hot coffee. Its spiced aroma smelled delicious and I hoped that Steve would feel the same. I made myself a mocha and waited on a stool by the island for him to come downstairs.

I was only a few sips deep in my drink until Steve came bounding down the stairs, acrylic bong clutched in his hand. He beelined for the steaming mug ready for him on the counter and I readily waited for his reaction as he took his first sip. His eyebrows furrowed for only a moment before a smile grew on his face. I was sure he liked it and it pleased me to make him happy.

"What did you add to this?" Steve asked sweetly.

"Just a little cinnamon at the bottom of the cup," I said as I sipped my drink. "My grandparents used to do it and it's just an old habit. I hope you like it."

"It's delicious, seriously. Thank you," Steve said as he held up the bong and bag of weed in his hand. "Want to go outside? I know it's cold but I can't exactly smoke in the house."

"After you," I replied as I hopped off of the stool and started walking toward the back door with Steve.

I continued as he opened the door for us and I followed him over to the patio table, "so, the inside of your house still looks... interesting."

"Yeah, well, who knows when my parents will be back so I wasn't exactly in a rush," Steve said as we sat down and he started loading the bowl. "I gave up trying to please them a long time ago, anyway."

"Do you want some help getting it taken down? I can come by tomorrow if you need me," I said while I tucked my hands into the pockets of my leather jacket, trying to combat the bitter chill of the late October air.

"No, that's alright. I roped the kids into coming by tonight to help. I appreciate it though," Steve said before taking a long swig of his coffee to keep warm.

We smoked through the bowl before Steve seemed like he was ready to talk. I was trying to give him space but I was dying to know what happened. Figuring he wanted me to take the lead, I broke our slightly uncomfortable silence to finally get to the bottom of why I was here.

"So, you said that Nancy called?" I asked confidently as I sipped in the last of my coffee.

"Yeah, she did," Steve answered softly as he started nervously fumbling with the bowl and packed us a fresh one.

"And?" I asked, needing him to elaborate.

"And I'm even more confused than I was before, Violet," Steve slightly snapped at me. "I'm sorry, I- I can't think straight."

"It's okay, I'm here for you," I said as I rested my hands on top of his. "You can tell me."

"Well, she called me last night and told me she was sorry for missing the party. She said she was working on a story and meant to talk to me before but that she just couldn't make it," Steve said as he rambled on. "But the way she said it... she sounded flustered and she never gets flustered. She's always so sure about herself. I just- I didn't know what to say when she asked to hang out with me this week."

"So, she wants to see you?" I asked, allowing him to work through everything.

"Yes! She does. For some reason, she does," He said as he pulled his hands from mine and nervously raked them through his hair. "I told her yes but was that the right thing to do? God, what the fuck..." he trailed off as his eyes looked deeply into mine.

"I think you should go. You two haven't seen each other in a long time. I feel like, once you see her, you'll know how you feel," I said as I handed him the lighter to start the bowl.

He took a long drag before replying, "I want to. More than anything, I want to, but it's not as easy as that. I wish it was, but something- something is holding me back."

"What do you mean, Steve?" I asked as Steve passed the bong over to me and I took a hit before setting it back down in front of us.

"I wasn't the same person that I was when we were together. You didn't know that guy and I never want you to, but I was a lot...different," he said, reflecting on his checkered past.

"What do you mean?" I asked as he took another hit before passing it to me. "You're wonderful, Steve."

"To say I was an asshole would be a disgusting understatement. I was selfish and my priorities... well, those were fucked up," Steve said in a self-deprecating tone. "What if she still thinks of me as that guy?"

"Then it would be her loss but there's no way that could be true," I said after hitting the strong weed. "After everything you've done, which I've heard a bit about from Max, there's no reason for her to ever see you that way. You were growing up, Steve. You can't fault yourself for maturing from who you used to be. We all have versions of ourselves that we want to forget but that doesn't change who you are now, in this moment."

"I just- I don't want to ever be that person again," he said with a worried look glinting in his brown eyes.

"From everything I've seen, I can't picture you being anyone other than who you are now," I said as I passed the bong back to him. "Do you feel like you can be honest with Nancy about this? You can be open with her, right?"

"She's one of the only people I've been fully myself with before," Steve answered honestly. "Before Dustin, Eddie, Robin... and now you, I couldn't even be honest with myself."

"Have you tried talking to them about all of this? I'm more than happy to help you, Steve, but I don't know Nancy, just what I've heard," I said.

"I want to talk to Robin, but she's still close with Nance and I don't want to drag her into all of this before I figure it out. Dustin is blissfully happy with his girlfriend. As much as I love the kid, he wouldn't get this. And Eddie, well you know Eddie," he said with a laugh. "He isn't exactly experienced with having a girlfriend, until now. I talked to him a little bit at the party when you were outside with Robin, but he just kept telling me to 'go for it.' 'Go for it, Stevie Boy' was all he could say, so I don't know what to do. What should I do?"

"I can't tell you what to do, friend," I said as I rested my hands on his once again. "If you don't think that you're ready to see her, don't go. Protect your peace if you must but if you think there's a chance, even the smallest chance that she could still feel the same way about you that you do about her, you owe it to her and yourself to try. No matter how scary it is, you can't hide from your feelings."

"You're something else, you know that?"Steve said with a sweet smile.

"I just care about you. I want to see you happy," I answered as I tucked my freezing hands back into the pockets of my leather jacket to keep warm.

"Why?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" I clarified.

"Why do you care about me?" He wondered.

"Since I got here, you've been nothing but a good friend to me. You made me feel included when I was just a stranger, an outsider," I answered. "Other than trying to rile me up at work today, you haven't done anything to me." I laughed as Steve cracked a devious smile.

"Just figured Eddie would want that back," he said with a snicker as he welcomed the change in subject. "So, you two are back on track?"

"Yeah, I think so. I really fucked up leaving his show last week but he was so understanding," I said as I smiled, unable to hide my happiness when talking about Eddie.

"He's good with you. He can't stop talking about you when you aren't around," Steve said. "How was the date, by the way? He was so nervous about planning everything. He felt so guilty about the fire."

"You knew about that before I did?" I asked and he nodded. "Other than that fire, it was perfect, Steve. Nobody has ever cared about me like he does. It's almost overwhelming but for some reason, I'm not scared. He makes me feel safe."

"Don't let him go, he's a good one," he said as he started standing up to go back inside and I followed suit.

"I don't ever plan on it," I said as I grabbed our mugs and followed Steve back inside.

I continued when we were back in the comforting warmth of his house, "you sure you don't need help cleaning all of this?"

"Go see Eddie," he said as he pulled me in for a hug. "I'll have plenty of help here tonight."

"And you'll be okay?" I asked as I stepped back and grabbed my bag from the counter.

"More than okay, thanks to you," he answered.

"Goodnight, Steve," I said. "See you tomorrow?"

"Yep. We work the morning together, right?" He asked.

"I'll be there all day," I replied with a smile as I searched for my keys in my messy tote bag. "Do you want me to grab you a coffee or anything on my way in?"

"Yes, and will you get cinnamon in it, like you made it tonight?" He said with a bashful smile.

"Of course," I said as Steve started walking me toward his front door.

"Drive safe and have fun tonight," Steve said with an annoying wink as I started walking out the door to my car.

"Byeee," I sang back to him as I waved and made my way down his walkway.

I closed my door behind me after I climbed into the front seat. Our conversation had gone well and I was relieved that I could help Steve figure everything out. He deserved to be happy and just the fact that he was willing to try showed me that he was exactly who I thought he was. I loved how willing he was to put himself out there, no matter how scary it could be.

I hope everything goes well with Nancy... Even if it doesn't, at least he's trying... I want to meet her...I hope she wants the same thing that Steve does... He deserves to be nothing other than happy...

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When I pulled into the lot of the hotel, I was overwhelmed with excitement for tonight. Any moment with Eddie was time well spent. Especially with these weird fires everywhere, I felt better when we were together. I had meant to talk more about it with Steve tonight, but we got swept up in everything else.

I hopped out of the car and made my way to my room. I just needed to call Max to figure out our dinner details and get my bag packed before heading to Eddie's. My aunt truly surprised me when she wanted to set up another dinner together. We'd never been close as a family and I was quickly realizing that my mom was the main source of any friction between all of us.

I still couldn't believe that my mom and dad hadn't checked in with me, no matter how strained we were. My last day at home didn't exactly go smoothly. I had tried hard not to think about it too much, but we got into a fight before I left. They weren't exactly supportive of me coming here. Their faith in my ability to succeed was nonexistent. I had been thinking about reaching out but it didn't feel like it was my responsibility. After all, they were my parents. If they didn't care, neither should I.

I cleared my thoughts as I started packing a bag for Eddie's. I threw some pajamas, cute underwear, and an outfit in for work tomorrow before I grabbed my toiletries. I could just use whatever Eddie had in his shower, but I needed my makeup, deodorant, and toothbrush. The hair oil was also still sitting out, so I packed that as well. I still needed to get him a bottle since he liked it so much, but he could just borrow mine until I had the chance to pick up some more.

When I was nearly ready to go, I went to dial Max's number. I was hoping that she was home so that we could figure out dinner. After work on Wednesday, I could go pick everything up for us before we met at her place. I was going to see her tomorrow, so if she didn't answer, it wouldn't be the end of the world. However, my anxiety was running rampant, per usual. I wanted to nail down our plans so that I could make everything perfect for us.

After only a couple of rings, Max's familiar voice ran out over the line, "Hello, can I ask who's calling?"

"Hey cousin, it's me," I said as I sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Violet, hey!" Max sang. "What's up?"

"Oh, you know, just thinking about my favorite cousin," I said.

"I'm your only cousin," Max replied sarcastically as she started laughing.

"Still makes it true," I said. "No, but I wanted to talk to you about dinner on Wednesday. What were you and your mom thinking you wanted?"

"Well, we don't cook too much but maybe some sort of pasta or something?" Max wondered.

"I can work with that. I have a few recipes from my mom that I can make," I said as I wracked my brain for ideas. "How do alfredo and some roasted veggies sound?"

"Like homemade, not out of a jar?" She clarified.

"Yes, Max," I said as I giggled. "I'll bring everything we need and show you how to make it."

"That sounds so good! I'll have my mom make brownies or something for dessert," she said before continuing. "You're still coming to the arcade tomorrow, right?"

"Yep, planning on it," I answered.

"Good, good," she said, sounding like there was something she wasn't telling me.

"What are you up to?" I asked but she blew me off.

"Nothing, nothing. I was just wondering," she said quickly. "Well, I've got some homework I've gotta do! See you tomorrow!"

"Okay, bye Max," I said as we both hung up.

She's totally up to something... She better not be trying to prank me or something...

I didn't have time to wonder what her plan could possibly be. The clock said that it was already 5:58 and I had told Eddie that I would be over by 6. I knew that he would understand why I was a little late but I couldn't wait to get there and see him. He hadn't said what we were doing tonight, so I figured we were just hanging out, and I was ready for a chill night in. I was starving though, so I planned on ordering in some food for us.

I grabbed my bag, locked my door behind me, and headed to my car, beyond ready to go and see Eddie. Once I had started up my station wagon, I popped in one of my tapes by The Cramps, cranked the volume, and pulled out of the nearly empty parking lot. Their cassettes were pretty hard to find and I was pretty sure that this was a bootleg copy, but the quality was clear nonetheless. I jammed out to their cool sound while I made my way to Eddie's. Nothing could wipe the smile from my face.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie... Fuck... I like him so much...

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Thankfully, I didn't run into any glowing-eyed deer on my way into the trailer park. As I pulled down the road, my stomach was hit with an exorbitant amount of butterflies. Every time I saw Eddie I felt like this. He made me feel things I wasn't even sure existed. My only real example of love was between my parents and they had such a strange relationship. They both worked so much that I wasn't even certain that they knew each other. I loved how much time Eddie and I had together. Even with my long hours, I was trying to put our relationship first. I still wasn't sure what we were to each other but I knew that I didn't want to be with anyone other than him.

I didn't even correct Steve when he called me Eddie's girlfriend earlier... It actually felt good hearing that...

As I stepped out of my car and locked it, I saw Eddie's front door swing open. He stood in its frame with his arms casually crossed and smiling in my direction. I felt my cheeks flush as I walked up to him. He grabbed my overnight bag from me and held the door open as we walked inside. I could smell something cooking and I instantly remembered how hungry I was.

"Hello, sweetheart," Eddie said as he closed the door behind us and pulled me in for a short kiss.

"Hi, handsome," I said when I pulled away and leaned against the counter behind me. "Sorry, I'm a little late."

"You're not at all," Eddie said with that pretty smile of his as he grabbed my bags from me and sat them on the chair next to the couch. "I hope you're hungry!"

"Starved. What are you making?" I asked as I followed him into the kitchen.

"Figured you would be after a long day," Eddie said as he pulled me into him and rested his hands on my curvy hips. "And it's nothing much. Just some spaghetti and garlic bread. The sauce is from a jar though, and the bread was just in the freezer, so..."

I politely interrupted him, "sounds delicious. Thank you for cooking for us."

"I hope it's good. I don't really know what I'm doing," Eddie said as he went to tend to the bubbling sauce on the stove.

It popped a few times, splattering a bit on his hand and the stovetop next to the pot. He looked a little frazzled and it was extremely adorable to see him like this. Making me dinner was such a sweet, unexpected gesture. I tried my hardest to fight the urge to step in and help him, but I didn't want him to burn the sauce.

"Here, let me," I said as I walked up next to him, turned the burner down to low, and then led him over to the sink to wash off his hand.

Luckily he wasn't burned but he was covered in sauce. He stared down at me as I ran his hand under the water and reached for a rag so that he could dry off. I looked up into his soft, brown eyes as I tended to him.

"Thanks, sweetheart," Eddie said as he grabbed the rag from me and tossed it onto the counter before heading back over to the stove.

Eddie had the boxes of pasta and garlic bread sitting out and ready to go. The water he had in a large pot was about to boil and my stomach started growling. I'd have to return the favor and make him something soon. He truly was so sweet and thoughtful to do this. I was just going to suggest ordering in some pizza or burgers but this was so much better.

He put the pasta into the now roaring boil and set the garlic bread on a pan in the oven to heat up. I wasn't sure what he needed me to do, but considering there weren't any plates or anything out, I figured that I could grab some for us. I started opening his cabinets until he caught on to what I was doing.

"Over the sink," Eddie said as he pointed that way, figuring that I was looking for plates.

"Thank you," I said with a laugh as I grabbed out some brown and white plates and a couple of orange-colored, glass tumblers. "What do you have to drink?"

"Um, let me check," Eddie said as he started a timer on the microwave and went to open the fridge. "Not much, honestly."

He chuckled to himself before continuing, "looks like we have half of a bottle of Coke that's probably flat, some beer, or water. We do have some orange juice but I couldn't tell you how old that is. I'm sorry. I should have gotten something."

"Babe, it's fine. You want a beer?" I asked.

"Sounds perfect to me," Eddie said as he handed me two, ice-cold beers.

"Thanks," I said with a smile as I grabbed the bottles and poured them into the glasses, handing Eddie his when I was finished.

I went to sit on the couch in the living room while Eddie finished making dinner. I sipped slowly on my beer, not wanting to drink too much until the food was ready. The garlic bread was filling his place with such a delicious smell and I was so ready to eat what he had made. Thankfully there were only a few minutes left on the timer before we were able to enjoy it.

"You want to put something on while I finish getting this together?" Eddie asked as he stirred the sauce.

"Sure. Where are your movies?" I asked as I started to stand up.

"There's a box under the tv. Should be some good ones in there," Eddie said as he started taking the garlic bread out of the oven and turned off the timer that had just begun to beep.

I rifled through the box of VHS tapes until I found a couple for Eddie to choose between. Most of them were action movies, presumably his uncles, but there were a few horror movies to pick from. I'd pulled out Gremlins and The Shining, hoping that he'd pick the latter.

When I took my seat back down on the couch, movies in hand, Eddie came strutting over with our plates of food. He had such an adorably proud look on his face as he handed me my plate. Before he sat down, I handed him the movie choices so that he could pop one in.

"You mind watching The Shining?" He asked as he looked at my selections.

"Put it in," I said as I grabbed his plate from him so that he could put the movie on.

"I'll do that later, but I'll start the movie right now," he said with a wink and a laugh.

"Oh my god, Eds," I said shyly as my cheeks flushed crimson. "Thank you for making dinner, by the way."

"Don't say that until you try it," he said as he sat down right next to me and reached for his plate as the movie was starting, while I took my first bite of the pasta.

After swallowing the delicious mouthful, I let Eddie know how much I liked it, "babe, it's really good. I promise."

"Thanks, sweetheart," he replied with a bashful smile. "I'll cook dinner for you anytime."

"I'd love that," I said before I took a bite of the bread.

I continued jokingly when I had finished chewing, "the homemade bread is a nice touch, too."

"Stop," Eddie chuckled as he scooted closer to me and took a large bite of his garlic bread.

We sat in silence as we ate our dinner and watched the movie together. I couldn't help but steal glances his way and caught his eyes each time. My thigh was pressed up against his and I couldn't wait until we were done eating. I was more than ready to jump his bones, no matter how full I was bound to be. The food that Eddie had made was delicious and hit the spot after a long day. Sometimes quick and easy meals were the best, especially when they were made by someone special.

After we'd both finished, I took our plates into the kitchen and started washing them off. Before I could even finish cleaning mine, I heard the sound of Eddie's footsteps coming up behind me. His hands found their way to my waist and he wrapped himself around me when he reached where I was standing. As I washed away the last bit of sauce from my plate, Eddie brushed my hair to the side, pulled the collar of my turtleneck down, and started planting sweet yet sloppy kisses down my neck.

I melted into his touch as I turned the water off, set the plate into the sink, and braced myself on the edge of the counter. Eddie's hands trailed down my sides as he kissed me, resting under the hem of my sweater as he started pulling it slowly up my trembling body. He tossed it over into the living room as he started kissing me again. I felt chills explode through me as Eddie's soft lips moved across my skin and his dangling curls slightly tickled my neck and shoulders.

Unable to hold myself back any longer, I spun around and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into me. His lips crashed into mine before I could even catch my breath. He pressed his body close against mine, pinning me between him and the counter as our hands explored each other.

Our lips moved in sync as both of our breathing quickened. Kissing Eddie felt like being transported into another dimension; we were in our own little world that neither one of us ever wanted to leave. Even with all of the craziness in our lives, nothing else mattered when we were together like this. Our souls were medicine for each other.

I pulled back for just a moment, "can we go in your room?"

"I was waiting for you to ask," Eddie purred as he kissed my neck and chest a few times more before grabbing my hand and leading me down the hallway to his bedroom.

We crashed into the walls on the way, not having a care in the world other than kissing and touching each other. Eddie fumbled with the button on my jeans as I kept my hands on the side of his face. When we burst through his bedroom door, he pushed me over to the bed and smoothly pulled my pants off, not daring to break our kiss until he did so. I laid back on his mattress, pulling him down right on top of my nearly bare chest. A fire started burning in me. I was craving his rough touch all day and I had a feeling that he wasn't going to relent tonight.

As Eddie moved down to kiss my neck again, I slid his patch-covered vest down his shoulders and tossed it next to the bed. My fingers trailed up the sides of his arms, and back down to the hem of his shirt, while he started to kiss me across my chest. I lifted his shirt off of him and threw it away from us. I wanted his clothes to be as far away as possible. He didn't need them for what we both wanted to do.

As Eddie went back to kissing my neck, I couldn't help but notice the shiny handcuffs hung on the wall. My eyes flicked from Eddie to the cuffs and back again. When my breathing hitched from the waves of pleasure already rolling through me, Eddie glanced up at me to see what had caught my attention.

"Mm, you want to try those tonight, sweetheart?" Eddie purred as he gazed down from on top of me, his hands cupped around my face.

"Yes, please, Eds," I said breathlessly as I nodded my head in agreement.

"You're such a good girl," Eddie said as he kissed me once on the forehead and went to retrieve the handcuffs.

He stood in front of me, dropped his pants, and swung the cuffs on his index finger before sliding his boxers off. He swiftly joined me back in the bed, leading me further up than before. I rested my head on the pillows while Eddie slipped my bra off. Once I was dressed in only my panties, Eddie reached for my wrists.

"Lift these above your head," he instructed with a tight grip on me.

My heart raced as Eddie clicked the cool metal around my right wrist before hooking it to the other. I wished that he had a headboard to tie me to, but this was exhilarating enough for now. I tried to pull my wrists apart to test their strength but they wouldn't budge. Eddie's eyes darkened as he smiled deviously down at me.

"You aren't going anywhere, so stop trying," Eddie teased as he started kissing me all down my body.

He started with my neck, slowly moving down to my chest. He grazed my nipples with his tongue before lightly biting at them. His hands stayed holding mine above my head until they started trailing down my sides. I was bursting with pleasure and anticipation, no longer able to wait for him to fuck me.

"More," I breathed, mercilessly begging for him. "I need you now, Eddie."

"Patience, sweetheart, patience," Eddie said as he made his way down between my thighs.

He looked up at me, gazing deep into my eyes, as he started sliding his fingers up and down my folds. I succumbed to his touch and rolled my center against his sure fingers. He gripped tightly to my thigh with his free hand, digging his nails and rings into my sensitive skin.

When he felt like I could handle more, he slid two of his fingers slowly into my core. My eyes rolled back as he started to enter me. His touch was intoxicating and all I wanted was to be drunk on him and only him. His lips found my bundle of nerves and he started working his tongue over the most sensitive part of my body. As much as I wanted to reach down and take my fingers in his luscious curls, I did as I was told and kept my hands resting over my head.

My center pulsed along with with his rhythmically determined movements. I moved my legs even wider to the side to allow him to get even closer to me. He held onto me tightly as he tasted me, his lips keeping the perfect pressure on me.

Eddie moved his hand from my thigh to start palming his hardness. He was ready for me in the kitchen and I couldn't believe he had held out for so long. Never before had I met someone so focused on my satisfaction. Being put first was a welcome yet foreign concept before I had been with Eddie. I stared longingly up at him as he moved from my center and kneeled in between my spread thighs.

"I need you," I moaned as Eddie started toying with my wet center, moving the tip of his cock up and down my folds.

"You have me," Eddie replied as he held back my right leg and slowly sunk into me.

I balled my hands into tight fists as I fought the urge to move. I could feel every inch of Eddie as he bottomed out inside of me. Staring into his soulful, brown eyes, I nodded up at him, letting him know that I was ready for all of him. It always took a second to adjust to his size and he never wanted to make me feel uncomfortable. I wrapped my legs around him as best I could while he started slowly pumping in and out of me.

"You feel so good," I breathed as I threw my head back and reached my hands up above Eddie's head.

I used the chain of the handcuffs to bring him down and kiss me. He appreciated my bold action and showed me as such by picking up his pace. He thrust viciously into me as our lips moved in tandem. My lips parted, allowing his tongue to take dominance over mine. I was completely at his will and loving every single second of it. I trusted Eddie implicitly with whatever he wanted to do.

As he thrust deeply into me, I could feel myself growing closer and close to my sweet finish. There was a mounting pressure and heat building in my core as my body began to tense ever so slightly. I held Eddie close to me, my hands still clutched in his curls, as he picked up his satisfying momentum ever so slightly.

"I want you to choke me, Eddie," I begged as I moved my hand back over my head.

"Oh fuck," Eddie moaned as his eyes darkened as he agreed to my wish.

He wrapped one of his strong hands around my neck and started to squeeze. He started lightly at first before tightening his grip when he saw my smile spread across my face. As he held me, my vision started to slightly blur, and my center started to pulse a bit. I'd always wanted someone to do this to me before and it felt even better than I'd imagined. I always thought my desires were too much but Eddie liked to fuck the same way that I did. He was considerate but rough, my perfect match.

"I'm so fucking close," I moaned as I moved down to kiss his neck before I helplessly begged for my finish. "Please, please let me come, Eddie."

"Let go for me, sweetheart. I want to feel it," Eddie said as he kept his pounding rhythm.

He took his hand away from my neck and pumped into me as I came undone under him. I clenched my fists again as my core started tightening in waves around him. It felt like Eddie and I were one being when we were together like this. The way he was staring into my eyes showed me that he felt the same. Nobody had ever looked at me the way that Eddie did.

He kept his overwhelmingly pleasing pace as I rode out my high. I was a total mess beneath him. Wild moans exploded from my lips and they seemed to fuel Eddie even more. He smiled devilishly down at me as he felt my climax coming to an end. I never wanted this to end but he was certainly wearing me out tonight. I maybe had one more orgasm in me before I wrapped myself around him and passed out in his comfortable bed.

Wondering how much more I could withstand, Eddie wondered aloud, "Mm, can you take anymore sweetheart?"

"Yes," I purred as Eddie moved my hair out of my face so that he could see me better. "I want to come with you."

"Good girl. Now turn around," Eddie confidently instructed as he pulled himself out of me and waited for me to listen.

I scooted over to the edge of the bed and flipped over onto my knees. Eddie readied himself behind me as I arched my back and raised my center up to his. He steadied his hands on my hips as he pushed himself slowly back into me. I rested on my elbows as he started to drill into me.

I moved my hips back into him to intensify both of our pleasures. He felt so good, just like this. I gripped my hands tightly in the sheets as Eddie wrecked me. He ran his nails down my back, sending tingles rippling through me.

When his fingers trailed back up to my shoulders, he grabbed them and pulled me up into him. My back rested against his bare chest as he pumped into me. I nestled my head into his shoulder and did my best to look up at him as one of his hands reached down to circle my bundle of nerves. His touch was delish my overstimulating and I could tell that he was close to his own finish when his movements became much sloppier into my core. He kept up as much as he could, but we were both nearing our mutual end.

Eddie gently pushed me back down onto the bed and held tightly onto my waist as I looked behind my shoulder at him. He was biting his bottom lip and his eyes were fixed on mine. My lips melted into a smile as I started to feel my walls tighten again. As always, Eddie must have felt how close I was. He steadied his sloppy movements, not relenting any of his roughness as he pushed me over the edge.

"Come with me, baby," I begged as I dug my nails into his bedding. "I want it all over me."

"Mm, so fucking dirty. You feel so fucking good, Violet," Eddie said as he bent down to kiss me on my shoulder.

He leaned back up and kept thrusting roughly into me. The heat billowed over in my center as I began to reach my climax. It began to tear through me, lighting every nerve ending in my body into a fiery blaze of pleasure. Desperate moans poured out of me while the intense wave rose and crashed.

Right when I was done, Eddie pulled himself from me and I could feel his warm finish cover my lower back. Eddie leaned down and kissed my shoulders a few times before he started walking out of his room. I sank down into the comforter and waited for him as he grabbed a towel from his bathroom. There was nothing better than being taken care of the way that Eddie always did. I felt so safe and content being here with him. He felt like what I had always imagined home to be like.

When he came back into the room, Eddie wiped himself off before kneeling down on the bed next to me. He cleaned me off and then turned me onto my back when he was finished. He reached into his nightstand and pulled out a small key ring.

"You did so well tonight. So well, baby girl," Eddie said as he set me free from the handcuffs. "I was hoping you would like these."

"I did. I really did," I said as my chest rose and fell while I caught my breath.

"So, you want to try them again sometime?" Eddie asked as he lay next to me and brushed my hair behind my ear.

"I want to use them on you," I said as I rested my arm on his chest and nestled into him.

"I'm down to try anything with you," Eddie replied before he kissed me once on the forehead and pulled me into him.

I was so tired and knew that I should probably get up to put my pajamas on, but I didn't want this moment of closeness to end. I was in a haze after our session tonight. Everything was moving so fast with Eddie but he was all in just like I was. The way he touched me, held me, cared for me, it was all I could have ever asked for in this life.

"You want to get dressed, baby?" Eddie asked sweetly as he ran his fingertips down my arm, clearly able to tell how close to sleep I was.

"What? You don't want me to stay naked in your bed?" I teased, procrastinating the inevitability that I would have to get up.

"Sweetheart, I'd cuff you to my nightstand and never let you leave this room if I could, but I know you need to be up early," Eddie said lowly in my ear, sending goosebumps rolling through me.

"Sign me up," I said as I raised my wrist up to him and he laughed. "But fine. I'll be right back."

"What time should I set the alarm for?" Eddie asked as I reluctantly stood up and stretched before standing in the doorway.

"Six thirty is fine," I replied as I covered my mouth with a yawn escaping my lips. "I'm too tired to take a shower right now, and I told Steve I would get him some coffee, so I'll need some extra time."

"Six thirty it is," Eddie said with a smile as he leaned over and started fiddling with the clock on his nightstand.

Knowing that nobody else was home, I confidently made my way to the living room to grab my overnight bag from the chair next to the couch. If anyone had seen me walking naked through Eddie's place I would have been so embarrassed but I felt comfortable knowing that it was just us. I was extremely grateful that his uncle worked nights so that we could be here like this.

As I walked over to the bathroom, I couldn't help but imagine what life with Eddie would be like. Visions of making love whenever we possibly could, cooking breakfast naked in the kitchen with the sunlight streaming in, and late-night horror movie binge sessions were flooding my cloudy mind. I closed the door behind me, unable to think about anything else but a future involving Eddie.

I want nothing other than that... We can build a life here together... I've never felt at home before but I feel like I've found it... I hope I'm not moving too fast...

•••

Once my pajamas were on and my teeth were brushed, I grabbed my bag from the floor and turned the light off as I walked out of the bathroom. I went to check that the front door was locked before I rejoined Eddie in his bed. Thankfully, Eddie must have locked it while I was in the bathroom and I could fall asleep with peace of mind.

When I got back into his bedroom, Eddie was still awake and waiting for me. He had put his boxers back on and had part of the comforter folded down for me to climb under. I closed the door behind me, set my bag on his desk, and slipped under the covers.

Eddie laid half of the blanket over me to tuck me in and promptly pulled me in for a kiss. I wrapped my arms around him and held the back of his neck as our lips swirled together. Our tongues danced together as my legs tangled with his. Part of me wanted to take our clothes off again but sleepiness was creeping its way through me and I couldn't find it any longer. I didn't want to but pulled back from our kiss and held Eddie's beautiful face in my hands.

"Hmm, what is it, sweetheart?" Eddie asked when he saw me studying his perfect features.

"Nothing," I said as my cheeks flushed.

"You can tell me anything," Eddie insisted softly as his thumb traced my jawline while he held me.

"You're just very pretty," I said as I leaned up to kiss him on the cheek before I rolled over to switch off the light.

"Shit, thanks," Eddie said bashfully while he processed what I said. "I pale in comparison to your beauty, though."

"You do not," I replied as I wrapped my arm around his waist and rested my head on his chest. "Everything about you is beautiful, Eddie."

"I can't wait for you to meet me uncle tomorrow," Eddie said, blissfully changing the subject as we both neared sleep.

"Have you ever brought anyone to meet him before?" I asked and I could feel him shaking his head no.

"Never had someone to before," he replied softly. "I know I've said this to you, but you're very special to me."

"You are to me, too, Eds," I said as I felt my eyes flutter shut.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," Eddie said as he kissed me once more on the forehead before settling back onto his pillow.

"Goodnight," I muttered as started drifting off to sleep.

Tomorrow was bound to be a great day. I wasn't nervous at all to meet Eddie's uncle. In fact, I felt quite the opposite. He was so important to Eddie and seemed like an incredible person to know. He'd taken Eddie in when he had nobody else. That was an admirable trait about the man that mean so much to the guy that I was falling for.

Fuck... I am falling for him... How can I be feeling this already? I just love spending time with him... I hope his uncle likes me... I really hope he does... I'm so ready for tomorrow... So ready...

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studyingsocialjustice · 1 year ago

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7 Days of Productivity, Days 1-3

Well, I had certainly hoped to be able to upload daily instead of all on one day. Alas, I ran out of time and energy after doing work all day to post any updates. But here we are! I'm honestly not super happy with how the last three days have gone, but I'm hoping for tomorrow and Friday to be better.

Monday Dec 4 - Day 1: As you can see by my Study Bunny daily study hours, I didn't get much work time in this day. I had a really hard time getting up and moving in the morning and ended up sleeping half of the day. My body definitely needed it, but it's not ideal when you have deadlines! I did have a productive rehearsal for my scene for my Directing class though. We didn't get to everything I had planned so I'll have to prioritize the last chunk during my rehearsal tomorrow. After rehearsal, I went to the library and started my final project for my Social Justice Education class. My topic for the project was the concept of Crip Time, and I had a little bit too much fun researching it! I am so passionate about the field of Disability Studies so I kept getting distracted by all the articles I was finding, even if they weren't actually useful to my project 😝 I guess that's a good problem to have, but again - deadlines!

Tuesday Dec 5 - Day 2: Unfortunately another day where I didn't spend as much time as planned on working. I had planned to spend the entire day at the library, but due to a miscommunication my anxiety got really bad right before my partner dropped me off at campus, and it took me probably three hours to be calm enough to get any work done. I used the Study Bunny app when I first got to the library, but after a few hours it just didn't make sense to me to bother using it since I was just going to work continuously. Next time I'll use the stopwatch function instead of the countdown. While I was at the library I created a universal annotation key for myself. I like to color-code my highlighting but it always slows me down to take the time to set up my color key, so I thought I would just create one that would be applicable to everything that I read, not just course readings. After I got home and showered, I was ready to do more work, but it seemed my cat had other ideas! I still managed to get another couple of hours of progress on my project though.

Wednesday Dec 6 - Day 3: I finished my project on Crip Time and thus finished my Social Justice Education class! I'm having a hard time being happy about it though. I spent 5 straight hours finishing the project, and didn't have it completely finished until just before I presented it to the class - and I was the last to go. I am happy with the final product, and I feel like I learned a lot from my work on it, but I'm pretty unhappy with myself for my utter lack of time management with the project. Oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ there's always next semester. And hey, I don't have to worry about it anymore! That's one class down, three to go.

I also got my grades back for my two Incomplete classes. I got a B in both classes, which is honestly better than I was expecting. I didn't finish all of the work (and didn't finish most of the work for one of them) for them, so I thought I was going to have a C at best. But the B is a huge relief! And like with Social Justice Ed, it's done and I finally don't have to worry about it anymore.

Up Next: [] Make a plan for how I'm going to complete all the work for my Directing class [] Prepare for my rehearsal tomorrow [] Finish the text analysis for the scene I'm directing [] Complete my production critique for All's Well That Ends Well [x] Choose the other two productions that I need to watch and critique [] Order the gifts for my boyfriend's mom, grandmother, and stepmom for when we visit them all for Christmas. I'm thinking of getting candles for each of them as hostess gifts. We'll be spending 5 days with his mom's side of the family and then 5 days with his dad's - I'm nervous!

Wish me luck for a better and more productive day tomorrow! And I wish you the best of luck for your day and your exams as well. We got this!

🎵: Einaudi: Experience

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ekaterinatepes · 3 years ago

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Nothing but the Best

Author’s note: hello my dears! Sorry for not updating the past few days. I travel a lot for work and the circumstances lately made it difficult for me to update as much as I wanted. Although I did get enough inspiration to write this chapter. I come back to you with some juicy lemony goodness ;)

Minors DNI

Warning: NSFW content, mildly non con at the beginning, emotional sex, hurt, comfort and angst.

Blinding jealousy was the only thing that could describe how Satoru felt. Boiling in his blood, licking flames of rage through his body.

Betrayal… his best friend, holding his wife’s hand as he walked her back home. Not only that! Suguru went in with YOU! In your apartment! As if this was the most normal thing in the world!

Did you invite him to stay the night? Did you both plan this ahead of time?

Warping to the top of the building next to yours he continued to watch from his position as you turned on the lights in your apartment. Setting your bag on the counter, taking off your shoes and jacket. Suguru followed you in taking off his shoes and walking into the kitchen after you.

Gojo saw you both laughing and talking like you always did. You were at ease, immersed in your own world… completely forgetting about Satoru.

Did the kiss from last night mean nothing to you?

“What the fuck is going on?!” He groaned removing his blindfold; now fully observing and analyzing every single detail of what you two were doing using his six eyes.

Gojo didn’t want to miss a thing.

He focused on you, your reactions, the way you smiled, the way you acted, your heartbeat, the tone of your voice and… that bright and warm halo of happiness surrounding you while in Suguru’s presence; the same halo that last night was cold for Satoru. All of your smiles, all of your warmth and kindness were dedicated to Suguru.

Satoru’s frayed nerves and chaotic mind debated wether he should warp there and steal you away (… of course then proceed to fuck your into oblivion, fill you with his cum to the brim until you knew there was no other man for you other than your husband) OR keep watching and see how far you would go.

As angry as he was right then, he had to remind himself that Suguru and you had always been very close. It wasn’t uncommon for Geto fo visit you and have dinner with you to keep you company whenever Satoru wasn’t around due to his work or even have dinner together all three of you. This wasn’t ‘abnormal’ per say. The difference was that NOW you ‘thought’ you were not Satoru’s anymore (the operational word being ‘thought’)Geto’s presence never bothered him before… until now.

Taking a deep breath Satoru saw you walking towards your bedroom. His hands trembled in anticipation.

Were you going to sleep with Suguru?

He walked along the edge of his rooftop following your movements inside until you stopped in front of your room. Suguru moved closer to you and Satoru almost snapped. Lifting his hand to use his cursed technic against his best friend he saw how you both hugged and after you placed a kiss on his cheek you bid him goodnight. You pulled back and Satoru sighed in relieve but then Suguru was the one that leaned in and kissed your lips. Satoru was as shocked as you were but you managed to recover faster than he did since you returned Suguru’s embrace for what felt like an eternity. Finally when you separated, Geto and you exchanged a couple words and after another hug he walked out of your room closing the door behind him.

Satoru’s eyes had been open like saucers while the exchange took place, he released a breath he didn’t know have been holding. He saw you turn around and touch your lips with a blush on your cheeks.

He lost his fucking mind right then.

After coming back home Suguru and you talked about the latest shows you were watching and the movies you wanted to watch so you could catch up. A couple jokes about your gory tastes in movies and series after and you were both ready to turn in for the day.

“So! You wanna do a ‘The Walking Dead’ marathon?” You asked with a smirk “sure doll, we can do that tomorrow. You have the morning free right?” Asked Suguru. Sunday mornings were your ‘me’ time since your instructor didn’t work on Sundays “yes I do!” You answered with a big grin. You felt like a kid and the sensation filled you with happiness.

Now that Suguru was here you felt so different, as if you had been numb but now you could feel again.

A yawn cut your next sentence making Suguru chuckle “come on sleepy head, you and I are both whipped” you complied with a sleepy smile and walked down the hall.

Geto stopped in front of your room and gave you one of his characteristic big bear hugs. He was so tall and muscular, you felt surrounded by warmth and muscles everywhere. The fresh and crisp scent of his citrus cologne and detergent made your stomach do a little flip. The intimacy and trust you felt with him reminded you that you were not alone.

It had been easy to bury yourself physically and emotionally in your work but now that Suguru was with you, it reminded you that despite of how tough things got, you would always count on him.

Reluctantly you both pulled back, his Adam’s apple at eye level with you made you swallow. When you looked back into his eyes you found his trailing on your lips before they moved up to meet your e/c eyes.

There was a growing tension between the two of you, too strong and obvious to ignore.

Before, when you were with Satoru; Geto and you had ignored it but now there was nothing stopping either of you from acknowledging it. Sooner than anticipated your lips connected in a tender kiss. He was soft and kind, not demanding. He just wanted to comfort you but also let you know he wanted you, all in his sweet particular way.

You returned the kiss. It was inviting like a balm, it didn’t mean to mark and conquer but to soothe. His plump lips still tasted of wine. It made your mouth avid to taste more.

When you pulled away a blush covered your cheeks “good night Kitten” Suguru tells you with his deep baritone making a very pleasant tingling sensation run down your spine “good night Sugu” only then Geto leaves to go to his room across from yours.

The door closes behind you, all you can hear is your heart hammering away from within, you actually….enjoyed that kiss. It was so sweet, so tender… so soothing. Everything that Suguru was to you was poured in that single action. Touching your lips you start debating whether this was something good or something you should wait before pursuing.

Satoru didn’t sign your divorce, technically you were still married. Suguru didn’t deserve a half assed relationship with someone who doesn’t have her shit together.

You were still healing it was true, but… when Suguru kissed you, it made you feel safe…. Like you could let go and trust him.

Feeling guilty about it, you compared it to Satoru’s kiss from last night. It was impossible to deny there was still passion between you your husband and yourself. But then again physical intimacy was never the problem in your former relationship.

The thrill of the danger, of knowing nothing good would come out of it and despite it all your stubborn desire to immerse yourself in the ocean that was Gojo Satoru. Was what terrified you.

No… you couldn’t think about him that way. Not anymore.

With a sigh you decided it was time for bed. You turned around to head to the bathroom but your body connected with something hard and warm. Looking up you saw Satoru’s crystal blue eyes but before you could scream he covered your mouth with one hand while wrapping the other one around your waist. “Oh no no no no my love… none of that, we are not going to alert sweet Suguru about me, princess” the smirk that pulled at his lips made you shiver, it was predatory… maniac even.

Before your senses could register the change in the atmosphere you were warped away with Satoru. You screamed, but it was too late, you were not in your home anymore.

The lavish interiors of an elegant dim lit suite received you “what the fuck are you doing!?” You asked when he let you go, taking a step back breathing heavily “are you insane!?” You asked the white haired sorcerer who in answer only moved closer to you. The more you tried to get away the closer he got, until you were trapped between the wall and his towering 6’4 frame.

—

“Now princess…. Just what were you and Suguru doing?hmm?” He asked with a terrifying grin that poorly attempted to disguise his anger. Moving his hand to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Nothing of your concern!” You answered glaring at him, had he been spying on you? You tried to drop your body against the wall to escape from him but before you moved further than an inch down Satoru completely crushed your body with his “I am not done talking to you yet… my wife” he remarked making you ball your hands in fists. It annoyed and revolted you how he tried to use your ‘unfortunate’ marital status for leverage “I am your wife only on the paper… I don’t care what you think or say!” Satoru didn’t like your answer but his grin only broadened; grabbing your wrists and placing them on top of your head he held them with one of his large hands of dexterous fingers “you are right….” He started, giving you false hope “maybe it is time I remind you of your marital duties” your eyes opened wide but before you could attempt anything he kissed you. Fierce lips and teeth demanded your submission… this wasn’t a tender request… it was a display of dominance and possession.

You bit his lip trying to make him stop but Satoru took that as an invitation to grow bolder. His hand moved to your ‘V’ cut long sleeve top and ripped it right in the middle making you gasp; giving him the perfect opportunity to plunge his tongue in your mouth and intensify the kiss tenfold.

His free hand moved to your left breast squeezing the globe of warm flesh underneath. Groaning against your lips on approval, Satoru moved both his hands to your hips and using his inhuman strength he carried you across the room faster than you could tell and then threw you on the bed.

“Satoru… don’t do this! Are you mad?!” You asked in a trembling tone while scooting backwards on the bed in a miserable attempt at escaping him.

“Yes! I am! As a matter of fact… you are a good part of the reason why I am insane!” Grabbing one of your ankles he pulled you closer to him. Spreading your legs he laid on top of your body, giving you no chance to escape “SATORU STOP PLEASE!” You screamed but Satoru only focused on destroying the fabric of your jeans. He wanted all the obstacles between you to be gone! He wanted your clothes, your pain and Geto to be gone! So he could have you all to himself.

You tried to kick him but when you are struggling with the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of his generation there was absolutely nothing your body could accomplish without his approval.

A part of yourself hated the fact that you were just as revolted as aroused at the moment. Was that combination even possible? On one hand you felt dirty because your husband was trying to force himself on you out of jealousy…. But on the other part… the dark and twisted one… you were aroused by his display of pure male dominance, by his suffocating desire to have you and only you.

It was hard to fight so many years of habit, of fantastic chemistry… of love.

You would have to be blind or stupid not to see that your husband had been obsessing over you since you left but….

What good could come out of it?

If you both gave into your primal desires and fucked each other’s brains out. Would that change anything about your broken and unhealthy marriage?

His hot mouth moved to your neck to nibble and suck on that spot right bellow your earlobe that he loved to abuse. A big bruising mark was left in place, but he wasn’t content with just that. He wanted to leave the brand of his desire painted on your skin, like a beacon for him and a warning for others.

As the minutes went by his attentions became less frantic, instead they turned more purposeful and tender.

You stopped moving altogether, not fighting him nor corresponding his affections and careful treatment of your body.

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Satoru pulled back for a moment to see you…. Only then it hit him like a train.

What the fuck was he doing? He looked at you and saw the tear trails that dried on your cheeks. Your top ripped in half displaying the soft skin of your breasts only covered by a bra.

“Y/N…” he whispered looking into your eyes. He caressed your cheek “I’m sorry… love” he mumbled trembling. “I’m so sorry…” a sob broke through his lips.

Did he…..? Did he…. almost forced you to have sex with him? How far had he gone in his endeavor to get you back by any means necessary? The notion that he almost…. Raped his wife made him sick.

He cried like a child. Wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face against your naked stomach; kneeling on the floor before the bed he crumbled to pieces. Repeating ‘I’m sorry’ over and over again. He was horrified with himself; he had done many questionable things in his life but this… took the cake. It made him a piece of shit! He didn’t deserve you! You were too good for someone as tainted as him. The dread that revelation brought made him cry harder.

He realized his obsession had been a result of the fear he was unwilling to admit having. The terror that made his insides coil. The absolute horror of losing yet another person he loved.

The fear of loosing you.

He had always been alone since he was a child. Satoru didn’t share much of his past with you but the few things you knew was that he had become an orphan at a very young age. He had to mature rapidly to overcome the obstacles of being a kid with so much power in the middle of a corrupt and outdated world of magic and intrigue.

Gojo always felt lonely, despite of how much he liked to mess around with people and play pranks on everyone. But you… had been one of the very few who got to see through his perfectly built facade and tell him the truth.

The night he told you he loved you was after you decided to stay with him in his apartment. He didn’t say or do anything particularly obvious but you somehow knew he didn’t want to be alone. He kept trying to fill the space with playful banter but you shut him up by hugging him and holding him tightly saying he didn’t have to explain anything all. That you would always be there for him, no matter what. It had been on the anniversary of the death of his parents.

Somehow, your empathetic and loving nature blindly guided you to stay with him and allow THE Gojo Satoru to be just…. human in your arms.

As much as you wanted to hate him and resent him, seeing him in such a vulnerable state made your heart ache for him. Unable to stop yourself you caressed his platinum locks while he held onto you and cried begging for your forgiveness over and over again.

When Satoru calmed down he removed his head from your lap slowly, you have been crying along with him. Your fates leaded you both exactly where you were at. Every decision and mistake carved this painful path you walked now.

Looking into your eyes he moved closer as if he was afraid to scare you away, his face stopped just an inch away from yours, giving you the chance to reject his advances but instead of doing that you closed the distance that separated you both. You lips met and melted together in a desperate kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, making him moan recognizing the intimate and passionate gesture he had missed for so long. He laid you back down again, climbing on top of you. His hands moving down to your waist in an attempt to feel you as close as possible, as if you were going to disappear in any moment.

Your legs wrapped around his waist when your tongues laced together and caressed each other; moans and sighs left your lips, filling Satoru’s ears and making his hands wander over the expanse of exposed skin.

Making him stand before you and between your legs his long sleeved black shirt was removed quickly, your admired his perfectly sculpted pale torso, this man has always been so… perfect; as if the gods themselves had decided to carve every inch of his person. Although, he did look skinnier, you knew he had not been really taking care of himself. The sight send a pang of pain to your heart. “Toru….” A little painful whisper abandoned your lips when you pulled him closer. Your mouth left a small path of kisses from his neck to the center of his chest, he gasped at the sweet and soothing action. Once more, your tenderness reminded him that he did not deserve you and yet he couldn’t come to make himself stop you. He needed you more than air to live.

Avid hands moved south of his stomach to undo his jeans and pull them down; a very vague part of your brain registered that you were now willingly doing this. Should you stop? Next to go were his boxers. He was standing naked in front of you.

His hardened cock stood between his legs with a small dribble of precum rolling down the reddened head.

He was an Adonis.

Looking into his eyes you saw the loving gaze laced with guilt in his cerulean orbs. You couldn’t stop, you didn’t want to.

He then helped you lay down to return the favor. His mouth kissed its way to the center of your breasts while his right hand undid your bra behind. Taking off the remains of your destroyed top along with your bra, next were the flimsy black lace panties that he rolled down your legs until you were fully naked before his eyes.

He was left speechless “you are so beautiful…” a goddess laid naked on his bed, with her inviting lips, glorious s/c skin, a halo of darker h/c hair around your head, perfect breasts and a pair of delectably shaped legs that he wanted wrapped around him.

How did he ever dare cheat on you? Not only your body was beautiful to him but your heart, you knew no boundaries when it came down to loving someone. You had given him everything and then some.

Kneeling before you he grabbed one of your legs and left kisses from the calf to the inner thigh. Placing it carefully over his shoulder he stopped for a moment to look in your eyes before his mouth delved between your thighs. He found your sweet pussy already wet and waiting for him to lavish his attentions. Like a starved man he licked your pussy, consuming everything you had to offer him. Your flavor coating his tongue made his stomach tight in delight, he recognized the addictive sweetness of your scent. Parting your lips with his tongue he penetrated your entrance with his tongue, going straight to the source. You screamed and he had to hold your hips so you wouldn’t pull away. He couldn’t let you go! Not now! Not ever!

Once he was satisfied he replaced his tongue with his fingers, pumping two digits in and out of your soaking entrance. His tongue looked for your clit and swirled around it, sucking at times and flicking at others. His reward were your screams, moans and sighs of pleasure. They were only for him and no one else.

“T… Toru… I’m gonna come”

“Come for me princess, give me all of you my love” Satoru asked quickly before his mouth returned to your slit and his thumb took care of the bundle of nerves at the top.

You screamed, arching your back when your orgasm washed over your body and completely overwhelmed your senses. Taking his time to taste and swallow your juices Satoru finally emerged from between your legs. Your eyes darkened with a desired that matched his.

Your arms inviting him to come closer encouraged him to lay on top of you after wiping his chin with his hands. Long legs surrounded his waist while you looked in each other’s eyes. “I love you…” he said at the same time he slid his cock inside you, slowly until he was fully sheathed and his balls slapped your ass, making you scream his name.

Satoru was not a small man by any means, taking all of his impressive length at once would have been impossible had he not prepared you beforehand. He knew it, so he moved slowly at the beginning, allowing you some time to adjust while he whispered sweet nothings on your ear.

The moment your legs pulled him closer and deeper he knew you were ready. Without a word he rocked his hips, retracting all the way until only the tip was left inside before he went all the way back in making you body jolt.

The rhythm was slow and purposeful at the beginning but as the minutes went by, the both of you became hungrier, more demanding, more… needy. Your hips met his thrust by thrust. The slapping of your skins intensified as did the moans.

Your tight and hot walls squeezed his cock so deliciously the man was having a tough time not behaving like an animal and rutting you through the mattress like a beast in heat. He wanted to show you he loved you.

He held both your hands in his, pushing them against the bed at both sides of your head. Looking into your eyes he moved deeper “I love you…” he said again and you couldn’t help but feel how the tears escaped your eyes “I love you too…” you admitted in a tiny voice that could barely be considered a whisper.

Satoru eliminated the distance between you both and kissed you, pouring his heart in that action. Your climax was close, he knew this so he angled his hips to continue pummeling your sweet spot while he drove you over the edge.

You came around his thick cock, your walls tightening around his member as if they never wanted go let go “I’m gonna come princess” he moaned and then with a few hard thrusts he spilled himself inside you, painting your walls with his cum.

Your worn out, sweaty bodies stayed still. Trying to recover. Satoru refused to remove himself from inside you.. Not yet, he wanted to savor this moment, the intimacy and the love he felt.

You didn’t protest, instead you did what you used to do back when you both were still together. Cradling his head between your breasts you stroked his hair, lulling you both to sleep.

Your last coherent though before sleep claimed you being… That once again… you fell for it.

Guilt settled in.

————-> Chapter 11

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Catching Stardust

Tadashi Hamada x Reader | ☁️ + ✨ | 3.9k

Most days, like any other university student, you would wake up tired. Unfortunately for you, that was not today. You had spent the entire night working on your lab report for one of your science courses and didn’t get a wink of sleep. At least it was handed in and done with.

(You had to double check - just in case your brain decided to get desperate and help you imagine the best case scenarios. Thinking and doing were two very different things, they were hard to tell apart when you were so dead tired though.)

It was one of those days.

“Morning, Honey Lemon,” you greeted as you navigated your way into the kitchen for some caffeine. Grabbing your travel coffee tumbler, you watched your blonde roommate in her morning stretching routine.

“Good morning, (Y/N)!” Honey cheerfully replied. “How was not sleeping last night?”

You halted your movements, looking up at her with concern. “Can you tell just by looking at me?”

Honey Lemon laughed. “No, silly. GoGo came home late last night and saw you up. I heard you shuffling around earlier this morning too. No raccoon eyes, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Thank goodness,” you said with a sigh as you continued pouring liquid energy into your tumbler. “This bio course is going to be the death of me.”

“You mean working two part time jobs will be the death of you,” GoGo corrected you as she walked out of her room. “Girl, you need time to have fun too.”

You stuck your tongue out at her. Rummaging through backpack, you noticed a missing tome of knowledge. “Has anyone seen my Medical Terms bible?”

“Coffee table.” Honey called out from the living room as she held the tree pose.

GoGo walked over to you with the heavy book in hand. You mouthed a thank you to her before taking a sip of coffee.

“(Y/N), you need to take some time to make some more friends or meet a cute boy,” Honey Lemon brought up. She exchanged a look with GoGo. “We know someone who you might like. He’s nice and funny, good looking as well.”

You gave your two roommates a sad smile. “By the time I’m ready for a relationship, a boy like that will already be snatched up by someone less stressed about their future.”

Grabbing your premade meals and a couple of snacks, you swung your backpack on.

“I work bookstore and pharmacy today, so I’ll see you both tomorrow morning. Good luck with your projects in the meantime.”

“Bye, (Y/N)!” Honey called out.

“Keep the luck, you need it more than we do,” GoGo said with salute.

Walking out of the apartment, you checked your phone for your schedule once more. Class at nine, bookstore at two and pharmacy at six. And it was already eight thirty, yay. Just your typical jam packed day, all so that you could pay off medical school tuition in the future.

Balancing everything in life was... impossible, but you were managing.

Full course load university student, working two part time jobs, and a very minimal but still existent social life.

It wasn’t easy, but it was what you wanted. Going to med school was a necessary path to take if you wanted to help people out in your future career choice.

Just as you were arriving on campus, a voice caught your attention.

“(Y/N)…!”

You turned to see your friend Mina, another sufferer pre-med student.

“Hi Mina,” you greeted.

“Did you sleep last night?” she asked. When you shook your head, she let out a loud sigh. “Yeah, me too. Dr. Andrews is going to kill us with these lab reports and the test Thursday. I mean, I’d feel smarter if I weren’t so tired all the time.”

You smiled. What a mood.

“Is my make up, okay?” Mina asked. “I don’t want Justin to see me at my worse - not yet.”

You glanced over Mina’s face. She had gone through the usual effort to make herself look cute. “You look fine and I’m sure Justin wouldn’t be scared off. He knows we’re med students.”

Mina made a face. “We’ve only been a dating for two months, (Y/N), two! He doesn’t know what kind of crazy we are yet. You never know when he might get skittish and ghost me.”

If you weren’t so tired, you would have laughed.

Linking arms with Mina, you pulled her towards the classroom.

Today was going to be just another day.

Tadashi checked over the information on his phone as he walked off campus towards the bookstore. He had been looking up information to help his robotics project and a certain book had come up in his recommendations. Deciding that the resource was worth checking out, and was worth the price, he was determined to get his hands on the book while his robot was still in the works.

Walking through the doors, he made his way to the medical section. Browsing the shelves, he kept an eye out for the particular title.

After circling the area for a while, he let out a huff. Where was this textbook?

Noticing a girl wearing a name tag, he approached her with smile.

“Hi, I was wondering if you could help me?”

She turned to him with a smile, (E/C) eyes making contact with his brown orbs.

“Of course, are you looking for something?”

Tadashi nodded, pulling out his phone and showing her the textbook information.

"Ahhh, this one. That’s a popular book with the first year pre-med student courses,” she commented. “Everyone always asks where this one is - we organize this one by title since there’s no author.”

Leading him back into the medical section, the girl stopped in an area of the bookstore that Tadashi had missed earlier. She tapped the spine of one of the books.

“This one is good resource for in depth procedural explanations,” she explained. “Not what you were looking for though...”

Scanning the shelves, the girl paused and frowned when she stopped a particular spot.

“Is it out of stock?” she murmured, checking again. “For a textbook no one appreciates until third year, I’d be surprised if it’s sold out...” She turned back to Tadashi with an apologetic smile. “I’ll check if we have the book in stock - give me a second.”

Pulling out her phone, she typed up some information quickly. The results of her searching seemed to yield the same results.

“It looks like we’re actually out of stock for this textbook right now, although, we are restocking it,” she explained. “Would you like to request a reserve to get a copy?”

“That would be helpful, sure,” Tadashi agreed.

“Great, let’s go fill out a form for you,” she chirped, leading him away. “Are you a med student?”

“No, I’m a robotics engineering student at SFIT,” he replied. “I’m working on something related to the medical field though.”

“Really? That’s so cool,” she exclaimed, looking genuinely interested. “It’s amazing to think how technology can incorporated into health sciences. If you don’t mind me asking, what are you working on?”

“A healthcare robot,” Tadashi explained with a fond smile. “It’s still in the works, nothing has been finished yet, I’m still working on the programming stages.”

“I think that’s incredible. I’m sure you’re capable of amazing things.”

The sincerity in her tone brought a smile to his face. For someone who didn’t know much about his project, the kind words from her were very nice.

“What about you?” Tadashi asked. “Are you a student?”

“Yeah, over at Sato Health Institute,” she responded. Sato was the top post secondary institution for health care in San Fransokyo located nearby - it even shared some programs with SFIT as Tadashi recalled. “I’m a pre-med student - if you hadn’t already guessed.”

“I might have had a feeling,” Tadashi said with a grin. “You seemed like you were familiar with things firsthand.”

The girl laughed. “Lots of firsthand experience, trust me.”

Approaching the help desk, the girl popped around to grab a paper and pen. Scrawling down information onto the page first, she then slid the paper over to Tadashi across the counter.

“Just fill out the rest of the form and the textbook should be arriving in the next three days.”

Tadashi looked up from filling in the form, brown eyes flicking over to her name tag. “Thank you so much, (Y/N).”

“You’re welcome,” she replied. She took a sip from her coffee tumbler. Grabbing a sticky note, she offered it over to Tadashi. “If you’d like, leave your number and I’ll text you when it arrives - I’ll be working that day. I promise to use your number for professional reasons only.”

“I’d appreciate that,” Tadashi said as he wrote his number down. As he finished his form, he noticed a large medical terms textbook behind the counter on the desk next to the computer with a ton of sticky notes sticking out. “Is that yours?”

“That’s my current bible,” she affirmed with an amused tone. “Can’t survive without it.”

The two of them shared a laugh.

“Thanks again for your help.” Tadashi repeated as he returned the form.

“Just doing my job, don’t worry about it! It was great meeting you...” Her (E/C) eyes flickered down to the form and smile appeared on her face. “...Tadashi.”

As Tadashi left the bookstore, part of him was still lingering behind, thinking about (Y/N). She seemed like a nice girl and he really hoped that they might have another chance to encounter her again.

You fumbled with the door before pushing it open, popping back into the dark apartment. Hitting the light switch, you took off your shoes and checked for signs of your roommates.

Looks like Honey Lemon and GoGo were still out.

No surprise.

The three of you were always busy, whether the other two liked to admit it or not.

Just as you were sorting things out in the kitchen and about to grab a snack, your phone buzzed.

Mina: OMG. Did you see Terry’s SNS profile update? 🤣🤣

(Y/N): What did he do this time? Do I want to know??

Mina: He put MD CANDIDATE. The AUDACITY of this man - I got a C+ working with partner project with him. My poor GPA... 😭

(Y/N): I mean...

Mina: DON’T

(Y/N): Cs get degrees 😂

Mina: RIP me. Seriously though, are you free to study for that bio test?

(Y/N): let me grab my snack first, I’ll see you video chat

Mina: True MD candidate here

(Y/N): HA

Letting out a sigh, you swiped a snack from the cupboard before heading back to your room. Fingers crossed you would get some sleep tonight.

“Oh, finally!”

Tadashi wiped his hands off with a rag and turned to look at Fred. Wasabi and GoGo were also looking at the beanie wearing boy, but neither of them decided to engage.

“Something up?” Tadashi asked, speaking up.

“The comic bookstore said they were out of that new series I was telling you guys about the other day,” Fred explained. “I refused to go to Richardson’s place, so apparently, they reached out to the nearby bookstore and they have a copy! I got to go pick it up.”

“The one near campus?”

“Yup.”

Tadashi paused, thinking for a moment before making his decision.

“I’ll come with you.”

“Let’s go then, man!”

Catching up with Fred about the current condition of Baymax, the two soon arrived at the bookstore. Fred immediately beelined towards the help desk with Tadashi trailing behind him.

Just as Tadashi anticipated, a familiar face was working at the desk. This time though, (Y/N) was fairly concentrated on the stack of flashcards piled on her space next to textbooks filled with sticky notes.

“Uh, excuse me,” Fred said, practically bouncing on his toes.

That was enough to jolt her out of her studying. Shoving away her flashcards, she offered Fred a smile. “Yes?”

“I believe someone called about -”

“Oh! I know what you’re here for,” (Y/N) said, jumping up. She got up and skimmed over the bookshelf behind the counter. “Ah, here it is. Fred, right?”

At the sight of his new comic, Fred nodded happily. He quickly accepted it from you. “Is there a comic book section?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Just straight that way, it’s not a big collection, but you might find something.”

“Alright, thanks!”

Fred turned to see Tadashi lingering around. “You coming, Tadashi?”

“There’s something I want to check out, I’ll catch up in a bit,” the black haired male responded.

As Fred disappeared, the girl turned her attention over to Tadashi.

“I didn’t think I would see you again so soon,” she commented. “The book is not in yet, sorry.”

Tadashi smiled. “That’s fine. I see you’re here often.”

“Yeah, when I’m not busy with classes or my other job, here I am.”

The words piqued your interest. “Other job?”

“I also work at a pharmacy,” (Y/N) explained.

“Ahh. You must be a busy person,” Tadashi said. He tilted his head towards your desk. “Studying too?”

She flushed. “Yeah. Only because today’s pretty quiet - my manager doesn’t mind as long as I’m work as I’m needed. There’s a test coming up.”

“Good luck, I think you need it.”

“I do. Thank you.”

Tadashi watched as (Y/N) moved back to sitting at the desk. As she picked up her flashcards, she looked up at Tadashi.

“How’s the healthcare robot going? Any progress in the last 24 hours?”

“Baymax finally had some supply come in for assembling,” he responded. “So, just a little bit.”

“Baymax?” she repeated confused. “Oh. Is that their name?”

Tadashi nodded.

“Baymax… I like it, sounds friendly.”

“I should probably let you get back to studying,” Tadashi commented, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry for bothering you.”

“Not at all, I’m happy to chat with you.”

- Wednesday. 6PM. -

Honey: (Y/N)?

(Y/N): What’s up, Honey Lemon?

Honey: I heard the pre-med students plan on throwing a party this weekend?

Honey: Are you going?

(Y/N): Nah, I think I have work.

GoGo: You always work.

(Y/N): Huh, I never noticed.

(Y/N): Anyways, parties are not my scene. I’d be happy spending a free evening at home instead.

GoGo: Mina says she’ll miss you.

(Y/N): She’ll have Justin, she’ll be okay

Honey: Well, if you ever decide to go, we know a boy you can take with you.

(Y/N): Thanks, but I’ll pass. 🥰

- Thursday. 5PM. -

Unknown: Hi Tadashi. The textbook you wanted finally came in! Feel free to drop by anytime to come pick it up.

Tadashi: Alright, thanks (Y/N)!

Unknown: Yep, no prob!

Tadashi: Hey, is this your personal number?

Unknown: yeah 😊

(Y/N) has been added to contacts.

Tadashi: Hope you don’t mind if I contact you like in the future. 😊

(Y/N): Oh, I wouldn’t mind at all!

“Tadashi, hi,” you greeted, waving as the boy came into your line of sight. With a baseball cap on his head today, you almost mistaken him for someone else. Pulling out the textbook, you handed it over to him. “Here you go! You weren’t the only one trying to get your hands on this textbook today.”

Tadashi peered at you curiously as he accepted the textbook.

“You look tired,” he pointed out.

You just shrugged with a half smile. “The bio test was today - that was gruesome.”

“At least that’s done with,” he encouraged you. “Week’s almost over, too.”

“Best part is I’m off in five,” you agreed.

You could see your words caught Tadashi’s interest.

“Are... are you still working after?”

Shaking your head, you leaned back against the counter. “Nope, told them I was busy today so no shifts at the pharmacy tonight.”

“Would you like to go out with me then?” Tadashi asked hopefully. “We can hit up a café and grab something to eat?”

Good thing you were leaning against the counter, because the surprise you felt would have toppled you over.

“Oh, um, sure!” you agreed, cheeks heating up a little. “I’ll meet you outside in five?”

“Sounds good.”

- Friday. 9AM. -

Tadashi: I enjoyed my time with you yesterday.

(Y/N): I enjoyed my time too! Although the cookies there were kind of hard... 😢

Tadashi: Yeah... I find us somewhere with nice cookies next time.

(Y/N): Just a warning, next time might be a while. My schedule is usually full.

Tadashi: That’s fine!! If you ever find yourself with free time, let me know, I’d like to spend it with you.

(Y/N): 🥰

(Y/N): You’re too sweet, Tadashi.

(Y/N): How are you single??

Tadashi: Haha, I could ask you the same thing. Probably the same reasons as you though. I’m usually too focused with what’s in front of me.

Tadashi: Hope to see you around though.

(Y/N): me too

- Some Tuesday. 8PM. -

“And your total is 18.95,” you said, pressing buttons on the register to confirm the amount. The customer tapped their card for the purchase before taking their bags. “I hope you feel better!”

“Thank you,” the customer responded as they left.

You waited until they had gone completely before heading back to find your manager. Spotting one of older pharmacy students, you decided to talk to them instead.

“Hi,” you greeted.

“(Y/N), need any drugs?” Harper asked with a smile.

“I’ll take them all,” you joked. “Let Aria know I left if you see her for me?”

“Yeah, go. You’re free,” she ushered, waving you away.

As you pulled on your jacket and stepped out of the pharmacy, a figure caught you by surprise.

“Tadashi!” you exclaimed.

“Surprised?” he asked. “Thought I’d walk you home, not safe for you to walk the street alone at night.”

“I do it frequent enough,” you countered with a smile.

“Ooh, risk taker,” Tadashi said.

You laughed. “I appreciate this though, thanks.”

Tadashi nodded. As the two of you were catching up each other on what happened throughout the day, you felt Tadashi slip his hand into yours. Fingers intertwined, you could feel your heart racing.

This was something you didn’t want to let go of.

- Some Monday. 2PM. -

GoGo: Yo, Tadashi

GoGo: Fred wants to know when you’ll be back with the snacks.

Tadashi: Just stepped back on campus.

GoGo: Took you a while.

GoGo: You seeing someone behind our back?

Tadashi: Ha. Does Baymax count?

- A couple weeks later. Friday. 10AM. -

“Someone looks cute today,” Mina commented as you sat down next to her in the lecture hall. She eyed you up and down, nodding approvingly. “Not working today?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “My rare day off besides class. Thought I’d put a little more effort in today.”

“Well, you look adorable,” Mina confirmed. She let out a sigh when she saw the professor walk in. “Let’s see if we can survive these next two hours.”

“Challenge accepted,” you said, bumping her shoulder playfully. “Although, I might lose you halfway.”

Mina gasped and smacked your arm.

You laughed as you pulled your laptop. Although the two hours went by at a decent pace, you were glad the course was three quarters way through.

At the brutal pace your professor went, there was nothing but review for the few weeks before final exams. It was nice to know you didn’t have to teach yourself an entire unit in a week before your final.

Bidding Mina goodbye, you weaved your way out of the lecture hall and out into campus. At this point, most groups of students you saw hanging around were study groups. You would have been like them too, if you hadn’t worked so hard to make things work.

Balancing two part time jobs along with classes had you putting in so much extra effort that it usually paid off in the long run.

Yay.

Navigating your way through the streets with the GPS app open on your phone, you soon spotted the campus you were looking for.

SFIT.

(Abbreviated, because thinking through what each letter stood for was too much effort.)

Slowly wandering around as you pulled up the campus directory, your eyes glimmered when you spotted the building you were looking for. Popping inside, you clutched onto your bag, peering around curiously. There was so much science happening in this space.

Lots of creativity too, you wondered why their tradition was to prank the art school.

Poking around, you soon realized you were lost among the many rooms and labs. Your mission was a failure. Pouting, you pulled your phone.

(Y/N): Help me, I’m lost.

Tadashi: What do you mean?

(Y/N): I wandered into the lab building and was going to surprise you with a visit, but I don’t know where to find you. 🙁

(Y/N): I didn’t think this through...

Tadashi: Awwww

Tadashi: What room number do you see? I’ll find you.

(Y/N): Lab 2B

Tadashi: omw

As you awkwardly waited for Tadashi to show up, you tried not to look suspicious. Although admittedly, you were sure you looked suspicious regardless since you were lost.

“There you are,” the soft yet deep voice greeted from behind you.

Turning around to see Tadashi, you smiled.

“Sorry for the trouble,” you apologized.

“Not at all.” Tadashi shook his head. He took a moment to take you in. Within his eyes, you were absolutely beautiful. He didn’t want to mess up, so he kept it to himself. He’d voice his thoughts one day. “Welcome to Nerd Lab, by the way.”

So this was where Tadashi, your roommates, and their friends all spent their long hours working.

Tadashi took your hand. “Come on, I want to show you my lab.”

Following after Tadashi, the two of you entered the elevator behind arriving on the floor of his personal lab space. He opened a door, showing you his tidy space.

“Baymax won’t be in the works for a while, but here,” he pulled out several large blueprints. The image of an almost plush like character was found in the middle. “This is going to be Baymax.”

In awe of all the labelled details and planning in place, you looked up at Tadashi.

“This is incredible,” you breathed out. “You’re incredible too.”

Tadashi dipped his head down and captured your lips for a kiss.

Before he had the opportunity to pull back too far, you went in and gave him a quick peck as well.

Although the two of you were flushed, the loving gaze you could see in Tadashi’s eyes made you feel hopeful about this relationship.

“Can I see the medical programming?” you asked, breaking the silence.

Tadashi shyly nodded. “All the computer.”

- Later. -

(Y/N): Do you think we should let our friends know?

Tadashi: Nah, they’ll catch on eventually.

(Y/N): But if they don’t should I just accept their blind date request?

Tadashi: WHAT?

(Y/N): 😂

(Y/N): I asked for more details one time.

(Y/N): He’s this handsome robotics engineering student, who nice and has a good sense of humor. Apparently he’s very dedicated to his work too.

Tadashi: …

Tadashi: They’ve tried to set me up with their friend as well.

(Y/N): Hmm, maybe we were meant to be after all

Tadashi: I think so. 😀

(Y/N): 😘

#big hero 6 #big hero 6 imagine #tadashi hamada x reader #tadashi hamada imagine #tadashi hamada imagines #tadashi hamada #tadashi #hamada #x reader #reader insert #imagine #imagines #catching stardust #request #happy 2021!

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macawritesupdates · 5 months ago

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WRITING UPDATE 8/2/2024

Lessons in Accidental Seduction Updated ! And so Far keeping up with updating the Sci-Fi for the seven day rush...current chapter will be where the tension is raised c:

UPDATES ON JJK LONG FICS : Historically Inaccurate is being worked on TODAY with a goal of getting it done and edit it for posting TOMORROW Then hoping to get the next chapter done for the following week to finally conclude it!

Can't Help a Cuddle update is in the works as well! Have all the comments collected and putting it together like a big puzzle!

Broken in Ways No One Sees is getting its next chapter, the last angsty one before the five chapters of straight fluff and snuggles <3

The Yuuji Files is coming along, but gave other fics priority for a little bit just to get things done!

Careful What You Joke About has its next update coming along slowly but sure! Been reworking/rewriting it to get it down

Mirrored Lives....I stare at this fic and whisper "why won't you let me write you?" I want to get it moving along so badly >.> UPDATES ON MHA LONG FICS: Jealousy is Not a Good Friend: It is in the works! Reworking a few scenes, but it will soon be updated hehe! Unsung Heroes I want to write SO BADLY but working on catching up some other things first! A Rut Time of It also is one I WANT to write, but prioritizing other things

UPCOMING FICS Who's A Good Boy: Will be posting after Historically Accurate finishes. A surprisingly angsty fic where Sukuna is trapped in the body of a dog :B

Law Meets Disorder: Also is being worked on and getting ready to be posted when Broken in the Ways No One Sees finishes up!

My Roommate Made Me Do It: One-shot (?) of alpha Sukuna getting a kink and it is all Alpha!Yuuji's fault!

Pull Me Along if I Can’t Move Forward: One-shot Bakugo/Madoriya fic that won the poll! It should be done soon c: ALL REQUESTS ARE STILL BEING SLOWLY WORKED ON AHHHH! I'm SO behind on those but trying to get the bigger fics done and artfight on top of that, I haven't had the time to get it all done...

#Maca gives updates #so much to accomplish!

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friendlypetdogg · 3 years ago

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"𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡, 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨. 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨, 𝙄 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣. 𝘽𝙖𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨, 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝘼𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙣."

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬. 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐲 𝐲/𝐮/𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭.

Unspoken Words Are Poggers Ones - TommyInnt X Reader

"𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞."

You head over to your f/c PC, grab your headset and boot up Twitch. You have a few notifications. Mostly only for new followers or streamers you watch posted or are currently streaming. You set up your streaming setup and grab the chat you use and place it in the bottom corner of your screen. You were deaf, you couldn't speak, but you didn't mind.

TWITCH - y/u/n Has Started Streaming

You put up your loading screen for your stream and headed to your kitchen to grab f/d and your favorite flavor of f/s. Rushing back to your desk you end the timer of how long till the stream starts.

ElephantsArePoggers - so excited for you to stream again, it's been like 2 months

MikoTheDemon- ya, it's been forever y/n! I hope you are well

Animeweeb - mhm, hey y/n, did you know that Minecraft had an update?

You continued reading chat, a smile appeared on your face. "I did know they had an update, also for anyone concerned about me I am fine, if you have seen my Insta I went on a trip to my friend's house. Besides that anyone ready to see Bedwars?"Your entire chat starts spamming with yes, you smiled and loaded minecraft up. You went to Bedwars while your kawaii music playlist played in the background. Your team was teal, it was your least favorite color to be honest but you had no hate towards it.

Hanko_2054 was killed by M/U/N

You pumped your arm in the air for excitement, your twitch chat saying 'good job!' or lots of 'aww' for making the kill.You kept playing round after round, with many people saying their goodbyes since they had different time zones. After about 3 hours you ended your stream, saying your goodbyes to chat. "Alright Chat, Imma head out but you might see me over at Tommyinnit's stream, but since it's close to 12am for me I doubt I'll speak, anyway enjoy your day or night!!!" You closed your twitch stream and headed to twitter to tweet out about your next twitch stream with some fanart of the day.

Twitter - y/u/n tweeted something y/n is here to shout out some hella awesome fanart! @loversforyomama@thelostumbrella2002

Thank you so much for the fantastic fanart! Next stream is Tomorrow and Friday, can't wait to see you there!You were satisfied and jumped on your bed. You loaded up twitch again and saw that Tommyinnit was still streaming, you were a big fan of his for a long time so you hopped into his stream.

"WILBUR GET BACK HERE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *Wheezes*"Your subtitles were in all caps. You smiled and realized the time, it being 11:27 PM you plugged your phone in the charger and fell asleep watching Tommyinnit. You woke up, seeing the time of 5:34AM. You rise up and grab your phone. Checking your notifications, you were @ on Twitter so you checked it out.

Twitter - Tommyinnit - PEOPLE, WHO IS @y/u/n ???? MY TWITCH CHAT WOULDN'T SHUT UP ABOUT THIS PERSON. IS IT A WOMANNN????? HELPPPPPP TWITTERRRR.

Holy crap. You were just @ by the world famous Tommyinnit, you couldn't believe it. You checked the clock again, you saw it was 5:45am so you got up and were ready to take a shower. You showered and ate breakfast before grabbing your bag for school . You were in your 2nd year of collage. You were currently 16 years old, but your birthday was coming up so you were gonna turn 17 soon. You read some books until 6:45, you paused it and got on the bus that was heading to your school. You sat in the back of the bus, seeing so many people commenting about Tommyinnit. Nobody knew you were y/u/n since you didn't show your face. Even if people asked for your socials you gave them your art accounts, you never owned a personal one. Just your twitch one so no body ever knew.

#tommyinnit #Dreamsmp #Dmsp #dmsp x reader #Stories #wattpad #fanfics #Wilbur soot

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goldentournesol · 4 years ago

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Not in That Way

*gif not mine, found on Giphy*

(Spencer Reid x fem!Reader)

The one where Spencer’s TA falls in love with him.

Length: 3.3k

A/N: VAGUE SPOILERS FOR S15 AHEAD! AGE GAP (10 years). Read at your own risk everybody, very angsty. NO PART TWO’S WILL BE WRITTEN. enjoy :)

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It wasn’t hard, really. It wasn’t hard at all to fall in love with Spencer Reid. In fact, it was the easiest thing she’d ever done. It came so easily that it shook her to the core.

Really, what’s not to love? He is a badass FBI agent with a heart of gold, he can literally recite almost any book to her on demand, and it certainly doesn’t hurt that he looks like he’s been sculpted by a coveted artist.

She didn’t know though, she didn’t know how easy it would be to be completely enamored by someone. She didn’t know what kind of life she’d be stepping into when she’d applied to become his Teaching Assistant. She’d heard from her peers that there was a part-time professor who had been looking for a TA. She signed up without a second thought, desperate for any kind of connections that could possibly help her with her PhD in forensic psychology. When she’d learned that he was a certified genius whose other job was to be a real life superhero, she hoped and prayed he’d pick her application.

She was over the moon when she found out that he did indeed pick her out of all the students who had applied. This was an opportunity of a lifetime. She’d seen his university ID photo on the website and thought he was attractive, but seeing him in person was almost magical. The camera definitely could not quite pick up on the subtle gold flecks in his irises or the silky sheen of his hair. And that smile. She was sure she could drown in it forever.

After being chosen and going through a number of interviews, Y/N learned just how meticulous Dr. Reid was in everything he did. She helped him create the syllabus as well as build his lesson plans. Over the semester, she would go over his grading since he had the tendency to give students the answers instead of making helpful comments on the papers to make them think and reflect. She’d also learned about his particular aversion to technology, which meant they had multiple meet-ups when he was in town just so she can walk him through certain systems, like the university’s portal system as well as the email. She also showed him how to pose his answers as questions instead, explaining that sometimes, he shouldn’t answer their incomplete thoughts because it's an undergrad class. Also, with his unpredictable schedule concerning the FBI, she would often step in and teach his class whenever he was away on a case.

They’d become good friends outside of his office and classroom, probably closer than they should have been. He was just too likeable and she was always eager enough to hear what he had to say, thus a bond between them was born and reinforced each time they saw each other. He was so thoughtful, it shocked her. Once he’d heard her mention that she used to love collecting keychains when she was a child, and made sure to get her a new one from each state he’d visit thanks to his trips around the country. Her previous boyfriends were beyond disappointing in comparison to say the least, and they weren’t even dating. He knew her favorite coffee order by heart and often had it ready with a fresh croissant whenever they met at the university’s coffee shop and if they were meeting at his office, he’d take them to go.

It was little things like that that made her fall in love with him. And she knew, it’s not like she didn’t, she just chose to hide it with every cell of her being. Crushing on your professor is pretty common amongst university students, but being a TA and being desperately in love with your professor was a whole different kind of story.

She already admired his intelligence in class immensely, however hearing his stories from his time out in the field made her heart grow three times the size of normal. His stories ranged from being about geographical profiling, to action-packed anecdotes, and even funny moments with the team.

Was she constantly impressed by him? Yes.

Was she constantly worried about him? Also yes.

Which is why she’d practically made him adopt the habit of texting or calling her every time he landed in DC. They’d been chasing this unsub, Lynch, for months on end and he’d informed her that they were finally close to getting him. The last time they talked two days ago, he was feeling confident. But then it was just silence. He hadn’t texted her, he hadn’t called her. She didn’t even know if he was back in DC. Her mind took her places she didn’t want to go. He’d gotten so good with keeping her updated that this silence was turning her blood into ice water.

She’d left 11 missed calls so far. But she didn’t give up, she was determined to hear from him. The next morning she tried again, holding her breath and squeezing her eyes shut in a silent prayer.

“Hello?” Someone finally picked up, a woman.

“Hello? Who is this? I’m trying to reach Spencer Reid.” Y/N said into the phone, voice clearly on the edge of tears.

“Oh you must be Y/N Y/L/N. You’re Spencer’s TA. I’m Penelope Garcia, I work with Spencer.” She said into the phone evenly, calmly.

“Yes, I am. Did something happen to Spencer? He hasn’t contacted me in two days. Why do you have his phone?” Y/N worried into the phone. She could hear every heartbeat, loud and clear.

“Spencer is in the hospital. There was an explosion yesterday and he hit his head really hard. We found him passed out in his apartment this morning.” Penelope answered. Y/N’s eyes widened and she felt the tears slip from her eyes quickly. The panic began to set in.

“C-could you please text me the address?” Y/N managed to whisper into the phone through her tears.

“Of course, sweetie. He’s going to be okay. His mother is here, I’m assuming you know about Diana?” She asked tenderly.

“Yes, yes, I know. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Y/N said, already rushing to put on shoes and looking for her keys.

The drive to the hospital wasn’t long, but Y/N felt like it took ages to get there anyway. Her breathing was uneven and her eyes were already swollen as if she’d been crying for days. There was a bad, bad feeling reverberating around in her chest. She’d somehow floated through the hospital like she was running on autopilot.

She’d found the room and met eyes with a blonde woman adorning two identical blue puffs in her hair. She would have thought they were adorable if she wasn’t panicking her heart out. She spotted Spencer laying on the hospital bed with oxygen tubes hanging around his ears and inserted into his nose. The sight made her stomach lurch. Something about the way his usually pink lips were drained of their color made her want to sob until tomorrow came. Beside the bed on the other side sat Diana Reid, a tall woman with short blonde hair. She’d seen her in photos before. Diana merely stared at her with a hint of a smile.

She stepped in the hospital room, swallowing down the bile in her throat, “H-Hi, I’m Y/N.” She waved tentatively into the room, almost unable to keep with the tensity of the two women’s gazes. She wiped at her eyes and stood at the foot of Spencer’s bed, “Is he going to be okay?” She asked, staring at the steady rise and fall of Spencer’s chest. That way it was reassuring to watch him. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears as she stood.

“The doctors are hopeful.” Penelope replied, assessing the young woman who just entered. She was much younger than she previously thought she was. Although she had no idea what to expect when it came to Spencer’s academic life, he was always surprising her.

Diana sat still and silent in the hospital chair, a pensive expression draped across her features. Penelope sensed a tension in the room and looked towards Diana, “Hey, Diana, would you like to come with me down to the cafeteria to fetch some jello for Spencer to eat when he wakes up?”

Y/N sent Penelope a sidelong glance filled with gratitude. She tuned out the sounds of Diana telling Penelope the story of the first time Spencer had jello as they exited the small room. She immediately pulled up the chair closest to his bed and grasped his hand tightly. She let out a shaky breath at the contact. Cold, his hand was so, so cold.

“Oh, Spencer, you scared the shit out of me.” She whispered, pressing her lips to the back of his hand quickly, “I could have lost you today...and-and I wouldn’t have known what to do with myself if that would have happened. I know you probably can’t hear me, but I still have to say what I’m going to say. I have to. For myself. So here goes,” she pauses, taking a deep breath, “there’s nothing that scares me more than losing you, and that thought alone terrifies me.” She sniffled, wiping away her tears, “What I feel for you terrifies me, Spencer. I didn’t know I was capable of loving someone so deeply until I met you. And...I don’t know what to do with all this love, I want to hand it all to you, let you see yourself the way I see you, but I can’t do that. I can’t.” She held back an incoming sob, whispering, “I can’t ask that of you.”

She bowed her head and rested it along his forearm, her silent tears soaking through the hospital sheets. The fear of grieving for him outweighed the fear of rejection. She’d never forgive herself if he died without knowing how big of a space he occupied in her heart. She didn’t know if she was brave enough to tell him to his face while he was awake, but this was a start. Solidifying her feelings was a start. And man, were they solid.

A few minutes later, her phone began to ring because of an endless stream of emails. There was a class today, and she’d have to teach it. She went back and forth from her phone to Spencer’s face and released a deep, heavy sigh from the pit of her chest. She stood from her seat and hovered her hand over his cheek before allowing it to rest timidly on his skin.

“I have to go, but I’ll see you soon.” She paused, chewing on her lip, “I love you.” She said softly, fresh tears making their way back to the brim of her eyes. She pulled away from him and exited the room swiftly.

Spencer’s bleary eyes opened slightly to just barely catch the sight of her disappearing into the hallway from which she came. Seconds later, Penelope and his mother came marching in, seeing his open eyes.

Penelope set down the cups of jello nearby and Diana made her way to her son quickly. He could barely keep his eyes open for long enough. It was a small achievement but they both held onto it dearly.

Hours later, he blinked his eyes open again as he heard his mother and Penelope conversing about his favorite type of cloud. Diana leaned over her son’s bed and set a comforting hand on his shoulder. He stared at her fondly.

“Am I alive or is this heaven?” He asked, smiling slightly.

“You are very much alive.” Diana smiled broadly at him.

Garcia had since gone back to the office to assist the team in finally closing the Lynch case. Spencer was just waking up from yet another snooze.

Diana looked at him closely, sometimes he felt she was the profiler in the room, “She told you didn’t she?”

Spencer rubbed at his eyes slightly, “Who are you talking about?” He yawned.

“The pretty girl who was in here earlier.” Y/N’s name had slipped her mind the second she said it. Spencer stared at his mother incredulously, shocked at just how clear her mind was at the moment. Diana took his silence as an affirmative and nodded at him.

“You should tell her.” She said definitively. For a moment, he doubted if he understood just what she meant, but he understood.

“How did you know?” Spencer asked curiously.

“I told you, a mother always knows. And I saw the way she looked at you. She deserves to know, Spencer.” Diana said.

She deserves to know.

The thought tumbled around in his head for days after he was discharged from the hospital. He was on medical leave for the moment but as soon as he could see straight, he took the train to her apartment. He’d been there a few times, they’d had a few casual dinners there while grading papers together or coming up with future lesson plans. His hands were on the verge of trembling as he knocked on her apartment door. The numbers nailed on the door mocked him as he stood waiting for her to open.

She frowned at the sound, she wasn’t expecting anybody. She pushed her laptop to the side and stood to straighten her pajamas, making her way to the door. She ripped it open as soon as she saw who it was.

“Spencer! Oh thank goodness you’re okay! I’ve been worried sick about you.” She threw her arms around his middle tightly, making him stagger a bit from the impact, but he enveloped her in his arms anyway. The contact was very welcome.

“Hey.” He smiled into the hug, his heart spilling with gratitude over being worthy enough of her attention. They separated from the embrace and she stared at him with a look resembling wonder.

“What are you doing here? I thought you still had a few more days off until you had to get back to work. Come in, come in.” She moved aside to let him in. She also moved a plethora of blankets and textbooks off the couch to make space for him to sit.

“I know, I’m sorry for kind of coming over unannounced. I didn’t mean to intrude or anything.” He eyed her matching set of cartoon character pajamas as he took a seat, making a mental note that it was the most adorable thing he’s ever seen. She blushed under his gaze but shook her head nonetheless.

“Oh come on, you know you’re always welcome here. Can I get you something to drink? Some water or coffee, maybe?” She asked.

“Water’s fine.” He smiled, leaning back into the couch. She nodded and made her way into the kitchen. Spencer’s shoulders untensed for a moment and he hadn’t realized that he’d been carrying so much of his worries in them around her. She came back with the water and took a seat next to him, angling her body to face him. He muttered a thank you as he sipped from it, unsure how to approach the situation.

“I wanted to thank you. For coming to the hospital to see me. That meant a lot.” He met her eyes and saw a flash of panic dance across her irises. How did he know she was there? Penelope probably told him, right? He couldn’t have heard her.

“Of course, Spencer. It’s the least I could do.” She smiled sweetly. His heart cleaved in his chest as he stared at the sweet girl in front of him.

What did he ever do to deserve her friendship?

He fidgeted with the glass in his hands, a silence beginning to drape over them.

“Is everything okay?” She asked, noticing his fidgeting.

He took a deep breath and set the glass down on the coffee table in front of them. He turned his body to face her and reached for her soft hands. Her breath hitched at the intimate contact, butterflies erupting in the pit of her abdomen.

“You are a remarkable person, Y/N. I’m so lucky to have you in my life. I see the absolute worst that humanity has to offer on a daily basis, but you have made it your mission to make my life easier. And you do, honestly, I wouldn’t know what to do without you.” He said with soft eyes and a half-laugh. She smiled back, she could practically feel the rush from his words directly in her brain.

“And it is an honor to be loved by you,” his voice hesitated to say the word, his eyes darkening with regret as he continued. Realization snapped into place for her as he said, “but I can’t give you what you need.”

He had heard her. He knew.

Her blood ran cold as she tore her hands away from his, as if the skin on his hands had the ability to burn her. He frowned as he watched her frantic eyes search his for any semblance of dishonesty. Her throat closed up over all the words that fought to surface. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came up. Instead, tears sprung to the corners of her eyes.

“What?” She whispered, brokenhearted and momentarily in disbelief.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He tried to console her but she was past the point of consolation.

“I-I understand.” She nodded painfully, tears cascading down her face before she even got the chance to wipe them away, “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have said anything, it’s completely unprofessional.” She swallowed an incoming sob as best as she could.

“No, I’m glad you told me, but if I’m being honest, I knew long before it. This isn’t about professionality, I don’t care about that. But I care about you, a lot.” Spencer said softly, staring at the young woman in front of him. She shook her head, utterly devastated and doing her best to shield herself from his gaze. Thoughts escaped her as her heart took a deep-dive to settle in her abdomen.

“And I thought I should let you know how I feel. I love you, Y/N,” he paused, “just not in that way.” The soft voice he used was completely useless against the harshness of the words.

She tried, she tried her absolute hardest to suppress the incoming sob, but those words just about broke the dam. She rubbed at her eyes, nodding. He tried to set a comforting hand on her shoulder but decided against it. She took a deep breath and stood up from the couch.

That was enough humiliation for the day.

“No, no, I completely understand.” She said, voice wobbly and eyes ringed with red. He frowned up at her at the sight of her being so upset.

“Will you be okay?” He asked as he stood up from his seat. She laughed slightly, this man had devastated her, broken her heart with a few simple words and still wondered if she’d be okay. That’s Spencer Reid for you. The question made her heart ache and long for him more. His simplicity and good intentions made her question why the world wasn’t kind enough to let her have him.

“No, I won’t. And I probably won’t be okay for a long time. Because I will keep meeting men and keep comparing them to you so, until I stop doing that, no, I won’t be okay, Spencer.” She answered with a surprisingly stable voice. He frowned and nodded.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, stepping forward to cup her cheek and gently use his thumb to wipe the remainder of her tears. Her glassy eyes bored right into his, her lips wobbling at the contact. She then closed her eyes and leaned her cheek into his palm, soaking in his warmth one last time before he tore himself away from her completely and showed himself out of the apartment without looking back.

That was when she allowed herself to fall apart. He heard her heart wrenching cries from behind the door and hesitated, but decided to walk away anyway with a chest heavy with regret.

She will never be enough for him, she thought.

He will never be enough for her, he thought.

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purecantarella · 3 years ago

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The Photographer

belated happy lia day! i worked on this with the hwasa fic i'm about gonna post tomorrow but yeah, i hope you all enjoy and happy birthday to lia 😁💗this is short but i think it's nice AHAHHHA disclaimer/s : none, this is just pure fluff 😇

The way you lived was unorthodox to some people but it was just the way you preferred to exist. You were a free-lance photographer and loved the feeling of not being tethered; to any place or any person. Being free to do what you wanted without judgement or consequences.

While you'd grown acquainted with different kinds of people, grew close with a few locals, and took many personalities to your bed, no one had been able to keep you tied down for more than a few days. No one.

After your 22nd birthday, you found yourself exploring the bustling city of Seoul, as per a recommendation by someone you'd met in Japan. It was a beautiful country with rich culture and a new adventure. You thought it'd be a nice stop-over before you continued to the Philippines.

At first, you were lost. Not a lot of people spoke the English and if you didn't know the language a lot of the locals couldn't help or understand you. Instead, you wondered around the busy and loud city. Enjoying the sights and taking still shots of whatever you found interesting. It was nice.

The cold night air began nipping at you as you walked around looking for somewhere to eat. You were slowly becoming frustrated because of the language barrier. As you were about to just call it a night and maybe just find some instant ramen noodles at a nearby convenience store for you to eat at your rented room, a girl, one of the most beautiful you'd seen in a while, walked up to you.

"Are you okay? You seem a tad bit lost." She asked you in English. You sighed in relief and laughed softly. The brunette raised a brow curiously. You waved your hand, "I'm just glad to understand someone. I've never actually spoken a lick of Korean." You said, relief and a bit of comfort washed over you.

You'd found it a bit odd though, that sense of familiarity with this stranger. None of your friends or your hook-ups had made you feel this way. Deciding it was nothing you shook it off. You offered your hand to the girl, "I'm Y/F/N. Nice to meet you Miss...?"

She was rather surprised. While it was a welcomed surprise, she still found it odd that you didn't know her. The brunette gave you her signature smile, taking your extended hand. "Julia, but just call me Lia." You nodded, biting your lower lip excitedly. The warmth of her hand radiated onto your cold one. The touch lingered for a while, your eyes not breaking contact with one another. Her crescent eyes and radiant smile made it hard to turn away. The moment could have lasted forever until you heard a soft cough from behind you.

Lia snapped her head behind her, a hot rush painting her cheeks as she stammered some things in Korean to her friends behind her. You stood behind her, the words they spoke just deflecting off of you. Your eyes trailed down to your hand. How it tingled and sent shocks through your body.

'This is new...' You thought to yourself as your gaze returned to the newly acquainted friend. She seemed to still be in a heated debate with the other girls as you shifted from the back of your foot to the tip of it. Their voices had hushed a little as Lia walked back to you.

A smile had returned to your face before you pointed to the group behind her. "Your friends seem fun." You said awkwardly, a soft laugh following after. She scoffed and rolled her eyes before the faux annoyed expression melted into an adorable little grin. Once again, you felt your heart unexpectedly skipping a beat.

"I should leave you to it and—" You were instantly cut off by her shaking her head profusely and spitting out a fast-paced series of "no's". "It seemed like you didn't know anyone and I wanted to lend a hand." You were taken aback. It wasn't the first time a local had offered this sort of thing in your life. A lot of people were like this girl, friendly and wanted to show the tourist around. But there was just something about this girl.

You let out a soundless laugh while nodding your head. "I'd really like that, maybe not tonight though. I wouldn't want you to stay out too late." You said sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. Lia looked up at you before pulling out her phone, staring and scrolling through it intently. "I'd love to but would..." She paused before settling on a day. "...Thursday be good?" You chuckled softly at her hopeful face.

While you knew that your flight was early Tuesday, you nodded confidently. You two exchanged numbers before she'd disappeared with her friends and two tall men. You tried not to raise a brow at the latter though. That night your thoughts were flooded by the gorgeous girl, her pale complexion, moon-shaped eyes, the smile on her face, her overall form. Like all the sights in the world you'd seen were nothing compared to her, to Lia.

You tried to shake off the feelings that began to creep up on you though at the same time you awaited Thursday to arrive anxiously. You two texted between your sightseeing in the city. In all honesty, her silly texts and updates had been the highlight of your trip. You found yourself waiting for her replies to each of the photos you sent her.

On the day you'd set to meet, you thought that you'd had a stronger bond with her. And yes that was a good thing, but it just made you feel even more terrified of this foreign territory. You sat at the park she'd told you about, your leg bouncing as you eyed the scenery. "She's just a girl, Y/n...Calm down..." You muttered to yourself, leaning back into the bench. You continue to gather your thoughts when your suddenly jolted and someone yells, "Boo!"

You jumped and were just about ready to fight the perpetrator. You softened seeing Lia laughing hysterically. "You're adorable, Y/n!" She cooed softly before circling around to wrap her arms around your neck comfortably.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting." She said as she pulled away enough to see your, now flushing, face. You shook your head, a dopey smile gracing your features. Lia's embrace lingered for a moment. Your heart pounded against your chest. "So miss Lia, where are you taking me?" Your body becoming more and more tense under her touch. She took your hand hers, dragging you to some location in the outskirts of the city.

By the time you'd got there it was around lunch time. You'd learned a few of the important phrases and ordered something. Lia looked at you impressed, even making a point by clapping. The afternoon flew by quickly, she told you all about her being an idol, her intense lifestyle while you shared all of your adventures in different countries and taking stolen and posed photos of her. With every story, you found her more and more intriguing. She was a mystery that you wanted to solve, the polaroid you patiently waited for to dry.

"Come on!" The brunette said suddenly, pulling you up from the grass that you'd been sitting on as you scrolled through your camera's photos. You laughed as you jumped onto your feet, blindly following her. "Choi Lia where are you taking m—Woah..." The orange glow of the sunset painted over the city, the lights of building providing the perfect accent, and greenery in the city was perfectly set.

"Holy crap." You whispered under your breath. Your hands falling from the camera's sides instead weighing over your neck. Lia watched your amazed face before locking her arm in yours. She giggled at the dumbfounded face. A big smile grew on your face. For the first time in years, you're heart felt full.

You took a few steps back, taking shots of the view. Before continuously muttering out profanities and comments on the different aspects and features. Lia watched you get lost in your passion and smiled. She looked out into the scenery. In the few days she knew you, she knew that you'd be one of the people who could appreciate the beauty of simplicity. She turned her head back t the veiw.

"It's beautiful." You mumbled, still in awe. You took a glance at Lia's distracted expression. Your shoulders fell and a fleeting, small smile grew on your face. Lifting the camera back, you took her silhouette against the dimming orange. "Out of all the places I've ever been, this has to be the best." You added, catching her attention. Your E/C eyes glued onto Lia's face, her aura, everything. Her pale cheeks adding an extra glow. For a second, a sparkle in both your eyes could be seen by anyone who passed. When you finally said,

"It would make anyone want to stay, wouldn't you say?"

i thought it was cute HAAHAHAHAH what do you guys think 😅also, probably a hwasa fic tomorrow! i hope this was good for everyone and that you all enjoyed it...even if it was kinda predictable HAHAHA anyway, remember that requests are open and criticism is 1000% accepted and even welcomed. i hope you're all safe and i will see you all very soon 😊💗 taglist: @labrachrosite

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cocrante · 11 months ago

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I Start Over With You

[SOLANGELO FANFIC]

nda. I remember when this chapter was published, years ago, the opening lines sparked a lot of discussion. I studied piano for five years, but it's been a long time since I played. I can only read music now. The opening lines were particularly debated because, in string instruments, B-flat and G-sharp are, in fact, the same note. However, in singing, for example, there are different variations of notes, and not all are perceptible (in this case, we are talking about a 1/9 variation), and only an absolute ear can recognize the difference. I liked the idea of Will being able to grasp the different nuances of pitch in notes, especially because this character tends to underestimate his abilities.

Reblogs are highly appreciated c:

[CHAPTER 5]

THE LAST THING WILL EXPECTED, WAS TO HEAR NICO SING. He never thought he would accept his challenge and start singing, and he wasn't even off-key. Of course, there were always those little imperfections like hitting a B-flat instead of a G-sharp, but they were nuances that only someone with perfect pitch would be able to catch. Will was enchanted.

After the song, which Nico deemed embarrassing, the boys in the circle were dismissed to return to their respective cabins. Finally, the son of Hades was free to rest and mentally prepare for the next day. It would be his first ro wing lesson at camp, and he wasn't exactly sure what he would have to do. He would rely entirely on Will's teachings, hoping he could explain how to row as well as he could heal. "See you tomorrow" Nico said, ready to head toward his cabin. "See you tomorrow!" Will replied enthusiastically. "Sweet dreams" he added, unable to contain his radiant smile. "Yes. You too" he replied, leaving behind the now extinguished campfire and with Will watching him disappear into the darkness.

He made his way up the camp in silence, heading straight to cabin number 13, where a warm and soft bed awaited him. Opening the door, he immediately made his way to the mattress and collapsed soothed by the sweet sounds of the night, he fell asleep. It was a dreamless sleep, which was a rare occurrence for a demigod. He woke up a few hours after the first light of dawn, disturbed by a pesky sunbeam kissing his face. The boy grumbled in his sleep a couple of times, muttering for someone to draw the curtains and let him sleep for five more minutes, but since his request went unanswered and the one sunbeam became two, Nico decided it was time to get up. He stretched and yawned a couple of times, first rubbing his face to wipe off the last traces of sleep and then running his hand through his hair to tidy it up a bit. He spent about twenty minutes in the bathroom, mostly trying to fix himself up and get rid of that undead look— unfortunately it seemed to be hereditary to always look like a zombie. He sighed, changed his clothes, and slipped on his shoes before heading out to have a substantial breakfast, convinced that Will would tire him out.

At the dining hall, there were still a few demigods, some had finished their meal while others were still waking up. Nico grabbed something to eat and went to sit at his usual table, intending to take his time to fully wake up. Occasionally, he glanced over at the table occupied by the children of Apollo, but Will wasn't there. He thought that Will must have already gone down to the lake and was waiting for him, as he thought it impossible that he was still sleeping in bed. Slowly, more and more people began to fill up the dining hall, taking seats at their own tables or joining others, and just as more people started to arrive, Nico finished his food. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and headed down to the lake where an impatient Will was waiting for him. "Good morning sunshine!" Will exclaimed as he saw a gloomy-looking Nico approaching. "Good morning, Solace" Nico replied simply, noticing that Will had already pushed a two-person boat into the water. "I thought someone else was coming" he confessed, knowing that usually a substantial group was needed for rowing. "Ah, no" said Will, running a hand through his hair. "I thought it would be more productive with just the two of us" he explained. "Okay" sighed Nico, feeling nervous enough being on a boat in the middle of the water. Will quickly explained the procedure for rowing, which involved leveraging certain parts of the body in a harmonized way with each other. Will was confident they wouldn't capsize. "All clear?" he asked, sure that he had explained everything. "Yes" confirmed Nico, already impatient to get back on solid ground. "Great! Let's go" exclaimed Will, walking down the wooden pier with Nico following him at a slow pace, thinking back to years ago when after the war against the Titans, the campers, caught up in a burst of euphoria, pushed Percy and Annabeth into the lake. He shook his head, dispelling the unpleasant memory. Nico took a couple of deep breaths, thinking to himself "what was I thinking?" then climbed down the ladder and got into the boat, taking the second seat so that he could follow Will's arm movements. "Ready?" the enthusiastic boy asked, already untying the knot that held the boat to the dock. "Ready" Nico tried to sound enthusiastic, but his voice betrayed him.

Will did most of the work, and Nico tried to keep up, pushing the oar with all the strength he had in his body. "Use your legs" Will repeated from the front, occasionally suppressing a laugh. As they reached the center of the lake, Nico slowly became more familiar with rowing. Will was right in saying that it was all about synchronization. "You know, I didn't expect this" Will suddenly said, catching Nico's attention, who was already focused on not tipping over. "What?" he asked with a scoff. "That you can sing" Will smiled. "Really, you have a nice voice" he concluded, turning halfway to look at him. "Ah—" Nico simply said, not expecting such a statement. "You sing well too" he tried to compliment him in return, feeling his cheeks flush. He wasn't used to giving compliments, he was a disaster with words and he didn't even know if that could define him as such since it was a fact that Will could sing. "Yeah, I can handle singing" he replied with feigned modesty. "But there are better ones" he lowered his shoulders with a sigh, thinking of his other siblings who were much better at hitting the highs and lows of a song. Nico pursed his lips, he hated when Will downplayed himself. He had many other abilities and was as good as the other members of his house, he just convinced himself otherwise. "Maybe" Nico muttered. "But I didn't mind hearing you sing" he said, not finding anything else to say to make him understand that he really liked the way he sang. "Was that a compliment, di Angelo?" Will asked ironically, truly surprised by what he had just heard. "No" Nico's ears turned red. "To me it sounds like it was" Will teased. "Think what you want" he huffed, and in the next second, he pulled his lips into a gentle smile. Will couldn't help but laugh at that answer, he appreciated Nico's effort, aware that it wasn't easy for him to open up to people and he found it difficult to express in words what was on his mind. "Thanks" he said after finishing laughing, turning his face to look at him, and Nico simply nodded. "Would you like to come to the infirmary later?" Will asked him after a few minutes of silence. "I'm meeting Jason after this" he told him. "Ah, okay" he tried not to show any disappointment in his voice, but he wasn't sure if he succeeded. Nico, although he would have enjoyed spending a whole day with him, knew well that he couldn't stand up Jason again, but he still hoped to finish the training at the arena soon. "But I could still come after training" suggested the son of Hades, who wanted to spend some more time with Will.

The boy in front of the canoe nodded, thrilled that he would be joining him later in the afternoon.

[CONTENTS]

1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • 10 • 11 • 12 • 13 • 14 • 15 • 16 • 17 • 18 • 19 • 20

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xlovelyyoongix · 4 years ago

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playing the part | myg

summary: On set, Yoongi was your enemy but off set, he was your secret lover. 18+

prompt: y/n is the star of an action movie and Yoongi is her enemy. While they hate each other in the movie, they genuinely like spending time with each other in real life.

genre: action, angst, smut, fluff

warnings: violence, guns, fist fighting, near-death experience, swearing, unprotected sex (please be safe yall) female receiving, stimulation while being penetrated, creampie, aftercare, and feelings that can’t be said out loud.

w/c: 4k

Rating: 18+

a/n: I was initially going to post this at the very beginning of the year, but I ended up getting sick and testing positive for covid-19. (please don’t worry about me. I’m feeling much better now 😊) But a few of my followers have been asking about me since I haven’t posted in a while, so I figured I’d give everyone a quick update. I’m glad to be back and happy to be working on all of my WIPs I have planned for the month. Please everyone, social distance, wear your masks, and stay safe. Happy reading 💕

"I'm done playing games with you." Your furious words bouncing off the walls of the abandoned warehouse as the weight of your pistol points directly at the male standing in front of you. "Hand over the money, or I'll put a hole in your head," Your finger seconds away from the trigger.

Yoongi chuckles, a cocky smirk stretching across his lips. "You won't shoot me-"

BANG

Before Yoongi ever had the chance of completing his sentence, the melody of your warning shot echoes, causing a vibration of whitenoise to jolt the walls of your inner eardrums. Missing on purpose, the bullet still managed to graze Yoongi’s skin, a thin line of blood trickling down his cheek.

Yoongi snickers at your attempt to frighten him while wiping away the blood that stained his flesh. "Why waste a bullet when you could have easily taken my life?" His words oozing arrogance as his body strutted forward, emptying the gap between the two of you. "Is it because you don't have the strength to kill the man you love?" He taunts wickely, onyx eyes peering into yours.

With Yoongi being this close in proximity, the muscles in your body begin to tense, jaw clenching tightly as your sweaty hands gripped the handle of your gun. "Shut up!" You shout, not allowing him to use your emotions against you.

Yoongi observes your hesitant behavior, licking his bottom lip enticingly. "How about I make it easier, so you don't miss next time, hm." He sarcastically hums, gripping the barrel of your gun to position the weapon against the flat of his forehead. "I've done the hard part; now, all you have to do is shoot, baby girl." He mocks with the pet name he once called you.

It was at this intense moment, you begin to regret it all. Accepting a job that required your feminine charm to seduce a drug lord that just so happened to owe your client an uber amount of money. You've done it before, sleeping with the enemy only to assassinate them by morning, so why was Yoongi so different? Why was this so hard?

Was it the luxurious dates? His charming smile? Unworldly sex? You don't really remember, only knowing that somewhere along that line, loving him was no longer pretend. "I said, Shut up!" You shake your head in hopes of ridding your brain of all the useless memories that only made your job harder.

"FUCKIN' DO IT!" Yoongi shouts through clenched teeth as his grip around the barrow of your gun tightens.

Flinching with your eyes shut, your finger pulls the trigger, producing another loud bang that causes your wrist to jerk from the power of the gun. Your heart drops at the sound, and you're afraid to open your eyes, knowing the second you do, your vision will be met with your lover in a pool of his own blood.

"Fuck, you were actually gonna kill me that time, huh?"

The sound of Yoongi’s voice causes your lashes to jolt open, shocked that the man was still alive and well, standing before you. It was then you notice your weapon carrying, hand being pinned above your head. The swift bastard must have trapped you in the second before you pulled the trigger. "I have a job to do, and I won't let feelings get in the way of my mission." You announce proudly, but more so to convince yourself than anything else.

Yoongi clicks his tongue at your response. "Is that so?" Taking advantage of your pinned position, he stares your body down with an almost hungry eye. Your smooth skin glistening with sweat, large eyes that seemed to out shine the moon, delectable lips slightly parted to breathe, and a leather body suit that hugged every heavenly curve; curves he was once oh so familiar with. But, it was also in that moment Yoongi realized, despite the lustful infatuation that pulled him towards you, he'd be damned if he let anyone take his life. "I'll just have to kill you first then."

Before you could react to Yoongi's threat, his stealthy foot sweeps from under you, knocking you off your balance. Your body collides into the ground, gun sliding across the cold concrete. "Shit!" You eye down the weapon, collecting your balance once again to dart towards the object but Yoongi's headstart nearly beats you to it.

He takes the chance to reach down to grab the pistol -possibly to use it to end your life- but your survival instincts emerge, causing your body to fling forward, tackling Yoongi like a linebacker on a football field. "Son of a..." He sneers at the weight of your body straddling his waist, fist flying forward to attack his face. Blocking your attacks, Yoongi grows frustrated with how long the altercation has lasted. "Okay, baby girl, this ends now." Grunting, Yoongi uses his upper body strength to flip you, landing on your back as his heavy body pins you in.

For a short moment, Yoongi takes the time to admire your beauty. Messy hair splattered around your glistening face, chest heaving in attempt to collect your breath and cheeks an exhausted pink. "You're so fuckin beautiful..." But as soon as the soft words left his lips, a hand reached behind his back, removing a silver gun from it’s holster. “Which is why it pains me to do this.” Cocking the weapon, Yoongi presses the hold metal to your temple. "But before you go, say one last thing for me."

You struggled with all your might to wiggle yourself from under Yoongi, but his masculine weight bore you to struggle. You also attempted to reach for your gun, only half an inch away, but it was to no avail. "What?" You question back with a sneer, but not because you actually care -or maybe you do- but more so to buy you some time before your death.

Yoongi snickers, leaning in to ghost his devilish smirk over your swollen lips. "Tell me, it wasn't all fake." His jet eyes begin to soften as the pad of his thumb caresses your cheek. "Tell me, you love me."

Your heart skips a beat but not because of the adrenaline spiking through your veins, but because even after everything, the fights, the betrayal, his heavy gun pressed to your temple, you still loved him. In an ordinary world, you'd be considered a psychopath for falling for a drug lord, but you didn't live in the real world. You were a hitman, and with your busy schedule and the blood of your enemies permanently staining your psyche, there was no room for traditional romance. You convince yourself that was the reason for your undeniable infatuation towards the blonde-haired male, just a girl yearning to finally feel the warmth of love. "Go fuck yourself." It pains you to say it, but in the end, you'd rather die with pride than with the taste of affection on your tongue.

Yoongi winces at your aggressive words towards him. Despite his rugged exterior, he was capable of feelings, and he did love you. He loved you more than any woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Being in this predicament indeed penetrated his heart so deep, he doubted he'd ever recover. "That's a shame." Regaining his stern demeanor, Yoongi clenches his jaw and positions his index above the trigger. "Goodbye, baby girl." A second away from ending your life, the two of you are interrupted by a loud shout.

"CUT!" The director whistles the alarm, and the once dark warehouse illuminates with bright fluorescent lights, bringing the scene to a complete stop. "That's a wrap for tonight, folks," he calls from behind a row of cameramen. "I want everyone back on set first thing in the morning. We'll be finishing up the final scene of the movie tomorrow" The stage and camera crew breaking out in applause at the work that was completed.

With the scene finally over, Yoongi pulls himself from on top of you, kindly extending his arm to assist you up with an eyeing smirk.

"You're fuckin heavy, you know that?" You harshly joke, taking his hand to accept the offer to help you up.

"That's funny," Yoongi's voice dripped with seduction, using his strength to whisk your body into his chest. His soft lips ghosting over the shell of your ear to whisper, "You weren't complaining about my weight last night-."

"Shhh!" Your hand cups over Yoongi's mouth, shushing him before anyone could witness his handsy flirtation. "You know better than to act like this on set." You arch your brow, matter-a-factly.

Yoongi parts his lips to respond but was interrupted by his makeup team stepping on set. "Mr. Min, let's get you cleaned up and ready to go." Politely placing her hand on Yoongi's back, she guides him along before he could get a chance to say good-bye.

A slight giggle escapes past your lips as you watch Yoongi being dragged offset by his team. Your eyes begin to feel heavy for the need of rest, and your throat produces a yawn. Exhausted, you head towards the direction of your makeup team, ready to escape to the confines of your trailer for the night.

1:30 in the morning is when you're finally able to leave set and head back to your trailer for the night. Stepping out of the shower and into your silk robe, you examine your body in the fogged mirror, muscles sore from stunts -you swore to your director you didn't need a double for- and bags under your eyes being the evidence of long working hours. You couldn't complain though you loved your job, the excitement, the thrill, everything that came with being an actress, and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

A small knock at your trailer door interrupts your thoughts, wondering who it could be at an hour like this. Possibly the director wanting to go over tomorrow's scene? Curious, you peek through the blinds, but not surprised by who you see. A smile slips across your cheeks as you open the door, revealing a handsome blond-haired male standing before you. "I think you're lost." You playfully tease, pointing to the row of luxury trailers in the distance. "Your lodging is that way."

Yoongi smirks at your sarcastic facade, playing along to entertain your ploy. "No,." He quickly replies, walking up the steps to your trailer until standing directly under you. "I think I'm in the right place." His large hands slip across the silk of your robe, finding their favorite spot on your hips while seductive eyes peak at the curves of your cleavage.

"Is that so?" You question, arching a tempting brow, "So, what is an A-list Actor doing at my trailer so late into the night?" Your fingers trickle to the nape of Yoongi's neck, dancing circles across his ivory skin.

"Well." Yoongi's nose slowly dips across the curve of your neck, getting a tasteful whiff of your natural scent before his pink lips ghost over the shell of your ear. "I came to fuck my co-star."

Yoongi's daring confession causes a vibrating tingle to spike throughout your body, increasing the lustful heat growing between your thighs. Surrendering to the fervor your body craved, your plush lips crash into his, with tongues beginning to dance together in harmony. Lost in the passion, your hand locates Yoongi's collar, pulling him into your trailer, and with a swift kick, he closes the door behind him.

The actor wastes no time shoving you against the counter of your tiny kitchen, large hands fiddling with the lace of your robe. Your silk falls around you, pooling to the floor, unveiling the flawless secrets of your womanly beauty. "Fuck." Yoongi nearly growls at the sight of smooth skin, supple breasts, and voluptuous curves. "I've been waiting for this all day." He could barely finish his sentence before his hungry lips were attacking your neck, teeth nibbling and sucking the flesh while wandering hands located your nipple to tease.

"Y-Yoongi." You whimper from his touch, body arching off the counter to welcome his ardors actions. "R-remember not to bruise me, okay." If it were up to you, you wouldn't complain about the trademark evidence Yoongi liked to leave throughout your body, but things spread fast in the media. You couldn't risk a 'dating scandal'; in the middle of shooting a major motion picture movie, the press would eat you alive.

"Shit, forgot, sorry." He mutters an apology, loosening his hold on your breast and trailing succulent kisses down your abdomen. "Guess I'll just have to leave hickies where people can't see them." A flash of greedy lust shimmers in Yoongi's eyes the moment he hoists your thigh over his shoulder. His mouth nearly watering at the glorious sight before him. "So fuckin' wet for me already." Teeth sink into his bottom lip enticingly, witnessing your glistening arousal coating over your heated sex. "Makes me wanna taste it." Yoongi's crafty tongue darts out, sliding between wet folds until lapping across a sensitive bundle of nerves that causes your body to weaken.

"Fuck, Yoon...," You could barely finish your sentence as Yoongi's ambush on your needy clit caused you to fall mute. Your hand gripping onto the actor's shoulder, rolling your hips into his mouth to ride out your delectable pleasure. "M-more,"

Knowing precisely what you desired, Yoongi slowly inserts two digits deep into your soaking walls. The second he hears your breathy moan, his fingers curl at just the right angle, locating the spongy surface responsible for your g-spot. "Mhmm," You're a wiggling mess, so Yoongi uses his free hand to hold your hips in place while his mouth sucks up your clitoris once again.

"Shit~." The delicious stretch of his fingers and stimulation on your nub causes the muscles within your abdomen to tighten. With your body preparing for an orgasm, your fingers move on their own to lock in Yoongi's thick hair, guiding him to where you need most. "B-baby, c-close." Words frantically falling from your trembling lips.

Taking note of your approaching release, Yoongi stiffens his tongue, lapping figure 8s around your pink nub to send your body into overdrive. His thick fingers thrusting into your walls, producing creamy arousal that dripped onto his knuckles. Yoongi absolutely loved watching you like this, legs wobbling like jello, skin glistening with sweat, pretty lips moaning his name. He took pride in witnessing you being a fucked-out mess. His own personal, fucked-out mess. "Cum, baby."

As if on demand by Yoongi's words, the tightness within your abdomen bursts, body tensing as the magic of euphoria courses through your veins. "Y-Yoon-, fuck~" Lashes slamming shut as an assortment of circling colors rupture behind your eyelids. Your body rides out it's sinful high only for your body to fall limp moments after.

The evidence of your orgasm drips between your thighs as Yoongi carefully removes his digits from inside you. Standing to his feet, his tongue licks the last of your arousal that lingered on his fingers, always making sure your lovely juice never went to waste. "Fuckin delicious." He smirks devilishly, hungry eyes peering down at your exhausted state.

You can barely catch your breath as your hazed vision attempts to focus on the handsome man before you. His thick brow wickedly arched, jet eyes glowing with ungodly lust as the corner of his lips curls smugly. An expression that only meant Yoongi wanted more. "Ready for my dick now, babygirl?" He's quick to make haste of his shirt, tossing it someplace behind him and stepping out of the thick material of his jeans.

You gulp anxiously at Yoongi's erotic words, curious eyes trailing down the curves of his abdomen in awe as if you haven't seen his immaculate body 100 times before. "Mhm." You reply with a hum, teeth sinking into your lip while impatiently waiting for the reveal of his sturdy dick.

Yoongi chuckles at your minimalistic response, dropping his boxers to unveil the erect curve of his fat length. Stroking up the base of his impressive dick, leaning into your ear to whisper, "You know I need to hear you say it." His warm breath causes an array of goosebumps to accumulate across your skin, a delightful shiver slithering up your spine. "Tell me what you want."

Having moved between your legs, Yoongi's mushroom tip begins to tease against your folds. "I-I," Your lashes flutter as the heat of desire begins to spiral within you, as if you hadn't already experienced a powerful orgasm a few moments prior. "I want you to..." You mew, Yoongi positioned his tip at the soaking hole of your entrance, knocking you from your train of thought.

He grins smugly at your expression, always taking delight to taunting your body. "Tell me what you want me to do, or I'll stop-"

Knowing better than to keep Yoongi waiting, you nearly shout. "I want you to fuck me, Yoongi!" You sound needy, but that's beyond your worries. Your body wanted him, your aching pussy craving him, and if you had to play the part to get what you wanted, so be it.

Not giving you a second to breathe, Yoongi's fat tip thrusts into your wet core. "Fuck~" You both curse in unison, you because of the delectable stretch that made your pussy full and Yoongi due to your drenched walls tightening around his girth.

"Mhm, Yoons~." You whimper at the sting of his stretched entrance, but you absolutely love the feeling. How his dick fits perfectly snug within your walls, the throbbing of protruding veins and his oozing tip teasing at your moist cervix. You often fantasized about staying in this position forever. Having Yoongi live, deep inside you as time passed the both of you by; then again, you're also dying for him to bang your brains out. "Baby, please." You plead for him to start moving inside you.

With your tight pussy finally adjusted to his size, Yoongi's large hand's grip at your hips, beginning an easy pace in and out of your core. "Shit~" His teeth clench, hissing at the heavenly sensation of your narrow walls sucking at his length. "You're so wet and warm. Always taking my dick so well."

Your lashes begin to flutter at the sensation of Yoongi's fat tip massaging at the area of your g-spot. "All for you~." You purr, scooting as close to the edge of the counter as possible, craving for his inches to reach further inside you. "Please," With brows furrowed together beggingly, eyes screaming for him to go faster.

Observing your desperate expression, Yoongi knew it was time for him to pick up the pace. He grips at your thighs, placing your legs around his waist while positioning his hips at the angle that could explore deeper into your slit. "Ah, shhhhhit." He hissed at the pleasure, hips beginning to snap in and out of your sopping core at an autopilot speed.

Your nails pierce into the flesh of Yoongi's shoulders, holding on as he pounded into you. With your neck lulled back, your head knocks into the shelf with every swift jap he punctures in, but you don't care. Your skin is on fire, and your pretty pussy, utterly addicted to the pleasurable attack. "Feels good," You hum, eyes locking down on the pornographic scene of your creamy slick lubing Yoongi's shaft as his dick pleasantly stretches in and out of your entrance. "Wanna cum all over your pretty dick, Yoon." You plee, lips in the form of a pout.

Your whimpering need causes a carnal temptation to spike within the actor, producing the adrenaline he needed to please your every desire. "So cum, baby." His veiny hand slipping between your thighs, swiping across your clit while pounding into you.

"Oh, god," You moan—the attack on your sensitive nub precisely what you need to feel the pressure building within your core. "Fuck, baby," Your legs gripping tighter around his waist, encouraging him to keep up the speed that slammed into your cervix.

"So fuckin' wet." A throaty moan escapes Yoongi's lips, your walls sucking tightly around his girth as he fucked into you deeper. He could feel the familiar ball of tension tightening within his core, dick becoming increasingly sensitive upon the approach of his release." y/n," breath staggering in his throat as he grunts your name. "Fuck~, gonna cum soon." Glistening sweat pearling across his creamy skin, with jet eyes glossed with desire.

Your hips rock forward, matching the devilish speeds of Yoongi's thrusts as your eyes lock on him. The ends of his blonde hair paste to his steamy skin, lips, pink and swollen, and dumpling cheeks a rosy fluster. The expression in his glass orbs screamed that he was close. "Me too," you moan with arching feet and toes beginning to curl. "Cum inside,"

"Shiiiiiit," Despret to oblige your request, Yoongi continues his powerful ruts, the erotic sounds of your wet pussy guiding him. He could feel the muscles throughout his body starting to flex along with the anticipating tingle of his ballsack, begging to release its load. "B-baby I,..." His thrust becomes sloppy, and the tight grip he has on your hips causes his knuckles to whitein. He would explode any second.

Even with his body tense, Yoongi doesn't let up the massage on your clit. Only speeding his swift swipes on your throbbing nub, sending spikes of electricity zapping throughout your body. "Y-y-y-Yoon...., g-gonna~," and just like that, an euphoric explosion happens within your core, blasting you into ecstasy. "FUCK!" Your back arches, your head lulls back, and the muscles within your wet walls clench around Yoongi's dick, sucking him in for dear life.

"___, g-gonna..." With one final thrust, Yoongi's pulsing dick shoots warm coats of cum into your core. His throat releases a horse grunt, eyes rolling back, and breath getting caught in his throat ."Hmm," He hums at the peaceful feeling, the pent up stress of a long workday finally vacating his body. "Fuck, you're pussy's so good." He chuckles, eyes fluttering open to witness your sweaty body stretched out across the counter, swollen pussy leaking his creamy cum.

Your exhausted body doesn't stop a smirk from slipping across your flustered cheeks. "You're dick's so good." responding to Yoongi's complement, chest heaving for air.

A gummy grin pulls across Yoongi's lips in observance of you. Your messy hair pooled around your face, skin lushly glossed, and large dewy eyes that expressed your body's satisfaction. You meant the absolute world to Yoongi, and being with you on and off set was the best year of his life. Getting to watch you grow as an actress and putting your best foot forward every day. You were Yoongi's muse, his love. "I'll clean you up." He runs a paper napkin under the warm fouset, placing the dampness across all the places between your thighs he left a mess.

You watch Yoongi in awe with your heart fluttering in your chest. It was clear the growing spark between the two of you was more than just sexual tension. You saw the way he'd sneak cute glances at you on set, how he'd be the first one to make sure you were alright after an intense stunt. You want to confess that you love him, that he meant more to you than just a person to fuck. But, the time wasn't right. The two of you still had a job that needed to be done. "Hey." Your small voice, grabbing Yoongi's attention. Instead of saying, I love you, you say, "Good luck on set tomorrow."

However, Yoongi finds the truth in your soft eyes, making it clear you held the exact same feelings that he harbored to himself for the past year. "Yeah," There wasn't a need for him to say much; he knows that you know the truth of his heart. "Good luck to you too."

date posted: 1/8/2021

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