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đ Sweet Dreams of Holly and Ribbon: Part 9 - 4 Days Until Christmas đ
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âHow much food do you have for Christmas?â Sirius asks over breakfast.Â
âToo much,â Lily says. âEnough to feed the street.â
âOkay but how much is too much?âÂ
âNo such thing as too much!â James chimes in and Lily rolls her eyes.Â
âThe turkey is recommended twelve servings and we have more food than what will fit on the table.â
Sirius ponders a moment. âOkay, so hypothetically, if there were two last-minute guests, we would have enough? If one is Harry-size so thatâs only half a portion.â
âAre you talking about Remus?â James asks.Â
âI did not say that.â
James grins. âYou are though, arenât you? You want to spend Christmas with him!â
âI especially did not say that .â
âI thought they were spending Christmas with his parents?â Lily asks.Â
âI mean, they were, but his mumâs come down with something so they canât.â
Lily hums, âI mean I donât see why not. Weâve got enough space for them.â
âReally?â Sirius asks, pointedly ignoring the way James is snickering at him because this doesnât mean anything.
âYeah, youâd like to see Teddy on Christmas wouldn't you Harry?â Lily says, turning to Harry at the last part. Harry, too engaged in playing with his cereal to be paying attention, simply nods eagerly when he notices his mum has asked him a question.Â
Since Lily isnât at work at the moment, Harry doesnât need to go to nursery which means no chance to catch Remus at drop off which means Sirius is sent into town to ask him about Christmas.Â
âWhy canât you just message him?â Sirius whines as James practically kicks him out the front door.Â
âBecause this was your idea and thatâs less romantic.â
âThereâs nothing romantic about this situation! I am inviting him and his child round to his childâs best friendâs parentâs house because his holiday plans fell through!â
âYeah but you want it to be romantic, donât you.â
âI never said that .â
âYou didnât have to say it.â
Sirius just shoots him a glare and Jamesâ grin softens. âItâs no bad thing if you do, Pads. Heâs a decent bloke and you obviously care about him at least a little.â
âWell, even if I did it doesnât matter, he doesnât.â
âI think he does,â James says, suddenly very earnest. âI saw the way you two together at the fete, Iâm not blind.â
Sirius lets Jamesâ words play over in his mind as he makes his way to meet Remus. Because Sirius isnât blind, he knows Remus is attractive - the way his lip quirks up and eyes sparkle when he laughs; or the way his brows furrow in concentration when heâs thinking or listening to Teddy explain something; or how the highlights in his messy curls catch in the light and he runs his hand through his hair.Â
And okay, so maybe he does have a bit of a crush on Remus, but itâs nothing more than that.Â
Remus looks up when Sirius enters the shop. Heâs leaning on the counter, head resting on one hand and leaning over an open book.Â
âDid you forget another present?â he asks, smirking as he raises his eyebrow.Â
âHa ha,â Sirius mutters as he sidles up to the counter. âYe of little faith, Lupin.â
âWell, what can I help you with?â
âMaybe I just wanted to hang out with you,â Sirius counters.Â
Remus holds his gaze, matching his smirk and waiting patiently for Sirius to speak.Â
He swallows. âWhatcha reading?â He asks after the silence has stretched out.Â
Remus flicks the book over the show the cover - a scenic painting of a forest waterfall against the backdrop of mountains, with the âFellowship of the Ringâ printed boldly across the top.
âTeddy's bedtime story is currently The Hobbit,â Remus explains.
âKidâs got good taste.â
âI mean, he only picked it because our copy at home has a dragon on the cover.â
Sirius shrugs. âValid reason, dragons are cool.â
Remus hums in agreement. He dogears the page and closes the book to give Sirius his full attention. âSo,â he saysÂ
âSo,â Sirius repeats, âChristmas.â
âChristmas?â
âWell, since you're not seeing your parents, you could spend it with us, if you wanted.â
Remus blinks at him, âI wouldnât want to impose or anything.â
âYou wouldnât be imposing. Thereâs more than enough space and food for both of you.â
Remus still looks a little hesitant, âI mean, if you want me there.â
âI want you there,â Sirius insists. âAnd so does James and Lily.â
A shy smile slowly breaks onto Remusâ face, one Sirius canât help but mirror.
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my biggest flex is owning a paper copy of attis my biggest shame is that i have not finished reading it yet
#i got like 1/4 of the way through i think? i need to pick it up again#(btw i achieved this (hving the book not. reading/not reading it) by watching the isbn on abebooks and waiting for one that wasnt expensive#to show up)#it took a while but eventually someone will upload it not knowing its a Sought After Volume
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How to make your writing sound less stiff
Just a few suggestions. You shouldnât have to compromise your writing style and voice with any of these, and some situations and scenes might demand some stiff or jerky writing to better convey emotion and immersion. I am not the first to come up with these, just circulating them again.
1. Vary sentence structure.
This is an example paragraph. You might see this generated from AI. I canât help but read this in a robotic voice. Itâs very flat and undynamic. No matter what the words are, it will be boring. Itâs boring because you donât think in stiff sentences. Comedians donât tell jokes in stiff sentences. We donât tell campfire stories in stiff sentences. These often lack flow between points, too.
So funnily enough, I had to sit through 87k words of a âromanceâ written just like this. It was stiff, janky, and very unpoetic. Which is fine, the author didnât tell me it was erotica. It just felt like an old lady narrator, like Old Rose from Titanic telling the audience decades after the fact instead of living it right in the moment. It was in first person pov, too, which just made it worse. To be able to write something so explicit and yet so un-titillating was a talent. Like, beginner fanfic smut writers at least do it with enthusiasm.
2. Vary dialogue tag placement
You got three options, pre-, mid-, and post-tags.
Leader said, âthis is a pre-dialogue tag.â
âThis,â Lancer said, âis a mid-dialogue tag.â
âThis is a post-dialogue tag,â Heart said.
Pre and Post have about the same effect but mid-tags do a lot of heavy lifting.
They help break up long paragraphs of dialogue that are jank to look at
They give you pauses for ~dramatic effect~
They prompt you to provide some other action, introspection, or scene descriptor with the tag. *don't forget that if you're continuing the sentence as if the tag wasn't there, not to capitalize the first word after the tag. Capitalize if the tag breaks up two complete sentences, not if it interrupts a single sentence.
It also looks better along the lefthand margin when you donât start every paragraph with either the same character name, the same pronouns, or the same â as it reads more natural and organic.
3. When the scene demands, get dynamic
General rule of thumb is that action scenes demand quick exchanges, short paragraphs, and very lean descriptors. Action scenes are where you put your juicy verbs to use and cut as many adverbs as you can. But regardless of if youâre in first person, second person, or third person limited, you can let the mood of the narrator bleed out into their narration.
Like, in horror, you can use a lot of onomatopoeia.
Drip Drip Drip
Or let the narration become jerky and unfocused and less strict in punctuation and maybe even a couple run-on sentences as your character struggles to think or catch their breath and is getting very overwhelmed.
You can toss out some grammar rules, too and get more poetic.
Warm breath tickles the back of her neck. It rattles, a quiet, soggy, rasp. She shivers. If she doesnât look, itâs not there. If she doesnât look, itâs not there. Sweat beads at her temple. Her heart thunders in her chest. Ba-bump-ba-bump-ba-bump-ba- It moves on, leaving a void of cold behind. She uncurls her fists, fingers achy and palms stinging from her nails. Itâs gone.
4. Remember to balance dialogue, monologue, introspection, action, and descriptors.
The amount of times I have been faced with giant blocks of dialogue with zero tags, zero emotions, just speech on a page like theyâre notecards to be read on a stage is higher than I expected. Donât forget that though you may know exactly how your dialogue sounds in your head, your readers donât. They need dialogue tags to pick up on things like tone, specifically for sarcasm and sincerity, whether a character is joking or hurt or happy.
If youâve written a block of text (usually exposition or backstory stuff) thatâs longer than 50 words, figure out a way to trim it. No matter what, break it up into multiple sections and fill in those breaks with important narrative that reflects the narratorâs feelings on what theyâre saying and whoever theyâre speaking toâs reaction to the words being said. Otherwise itâs meaningless.
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Hope this helps anyone struggling! Now get writing.
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Your relationship dynamic with your future spouse - Pick a pile
Pile 1/ Pile 2/ Pile 3
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Hello everyone ! This is my another pick a pile or pac reading so please be kind and leave comment or reblog, and let me know if it resonated with you!
Note : This is a general reading or collective reading. It may or may not resonate with you. Please take what resonates and leave what doesn't. And it's totally okay if our energies aren't aligned!
How to pick : Take a deep breath and choose a pile which you feel most connected to! You can choose more than one pile, it just means both pile have messages for you!
I worked really hard on this pile please show some love by leaving comments, likes and reblogs!
Pile 1:
(The cards I got for you - 4 of cups, king of wands, 2 of wands and 3 of pentacles)
Okay so the very first thing i felt when i did your reading you would be sharing similar past, like you both might have gone through similar things in your life, some of you might have come from toxic households, parents, ex who were a piece of shit, and your fs had gone through similar things, same heartbreaks or betrayal in their life, and that's how you bond with them, you understand each other, the feelings you have for each other, the dynamic between you both is quite emotional, vulnerable and yet loving, i feel you will see each other, the feelings between you both will flow, i feel they will teach you a lot and so will you, like how not every person is same, how different you both are, but you still blend together, for some of you your future spouse is way more mature than you, they have experienced so many things, they takes relationship very seriously, or intensely, you both will teach other how important is to be happy with what you have to look at the things which will make you both happy you won't both will grow together, i also feel for some of you, your future spouse is your partner crime they support or encourage you in anything you do, the bond you will share with them is quite flowy and smooth. I also channel a scene where he is like let me do it for you type of thing they will also feel they can be just themselves when they are with you, but there also signs they just wanna impress you in whatever thing they do, you will also be on same wavelength physically and emotionally, your dynamic with them is just so sweet, They will definitely treat you the way you deserve to be treated, for some of you , you will both bond with your same interests, like do you know the couples who just travel together, not stopping for anyone, exploring new things new places, you are them, you both will share that interest with each other, there will be also some versatilities in a good way, you might both have difference of opinions but i see you both understanding each other's pov and giving each other things you both deserve and want.
Okay so guys your pile tells me how understanding and sweet your fs is with you, your dynamic is just so easy with them. and you deserve that!
Pile 2:
(The cards I got for you - ace of cups, ace of swords, 2 of pentacles and temperance)
Okay so the very first thing i felt was your dynamic with your future spouse would be very calm and peaceful, very soft and pure, your future spouse will awaken a very new feeling in you give a new meaning to love and life, you both would be very comfortable and relaxed with each other, for some of you i am sensing you could need alone time it could be you or them, but you both will let each other in, that's how meaningful and calming your relationship is, I also feel many people around you could be jealous of you and him, like you relationship, the way you treat each other, the feelings , the person could be very new not someone you already know, their way of thinking will attract you so much to them, their beliefs, their open mindedness, their way of handling anything will melt you, you will understand each other emotions very deeply honestly, almost like telepathically, i channel a scene where you need something and you don't even ask him and he will be there with that very thing, that is honestly so sweet, even i am feeling butterflies, the dynamic would be very soft and safe, like you know you can trust them blindly, he will just be there whenever you need him, present for you, I also feel you will both like indoor dates rather than going out, because you would want to spend time each other than spending it with others, or seeing others, i also heard "you are the only one who matter for me, there is no one, i would be rather be with", okay wow, for some of you guys, you could need reassurance from your other half and he will happily give it to you, i also feel Pisces and Gemini energy here for some of you, or it could be your future spouse, your relationship with each other is so free you won't be tired with each other's presence, okay so that serves as the confirmation with you letting each other in your personal space, i also feel you both would be communicating a lot , communication will definitely have a big role in both of your relationship, i also feel no matter the distance you both would make it through till the end , i also heard "i wanna grow old with you", gosh they are such a softie for you! for some of you could have doubts about your fs intentions but i feel and hear they will be very patient with you, i see a scene where they are busy, but they will reply to your texts, just to let you know they are their for you, you don't have to worry about anything, They will make sure you have their attention, they are quite attentive and thoughtful too, they would also like to do or go to grocery shopping with you, i channel a scene where they are looping an arm around your neck, just like talking or showing you their love, their love language could be physical touch or words of affirmation, the dynamic of your both is very balanced, you will nourish and care for each other a lot.
So pile 2, seems like you guys got the gem, and i can't be more happier <3
Pile 3:
(The cards I got for you - king of pentacles, knight of wands, the star, 10 of swords and queen of wands)
Okay so the very first thing i feel for you guys you guys might have manifested each other in your lives, you guys have wished for them and waited for them so long, but soon the wait is going to be over for you, and they will be coming into your life. I also heard "we are meant to be together", they dynamic between you both is just so happy and loving, you caring for each other's needs, being there for each other in tough times, and supporting each others in lows and high, that's how your both relationship is like, honestly i felt that tingly happy feeling right here for you both, and i love that. For very few of you, you both dynamic is like "tom and jerry", playful and flirty banter, some of you could be manifesting that enemies to lovers trope where they falls first and harder (not for everyone but for few) or it could be like your favourite trope, and i love that!, So for the majority of you the dynamic is like they are your provider financially, emotionally and physically, such an honest vibe i got from them, Like they would definitely let everyone go down for you i keep hearing the song "I'd let the world burn by Chris Grey", so your fs might be telling you how you are their treasure, their precious they won't let anyone hurt you, makes sense why i felt that protector and provider energy from them, their love language could be gift giving and act of services, they will shower you with love and surprises, the dynamic between you both is very healing and intense both mentally and physically, they will be your anchor, like when you feel lost they will hold you tell you how you everything for them, such a sweet couple, i also channel that trope, "bad ass fmc x men who is just obsessed with her" in a good way, you both would be such a power couple together, you both could be each other's divine counter part, your future spouse would be very protective for you, i channel a scene where you just spend his money and he is like, that's my wife, such a book men he is, you both would also share that hot sexual dynamic who just can't keep their hands off each other, he keeps telling me to tell you "when we meet , you will be my ride or die", i will kiss the fu*k outta you, lol they really are something , love that for you, your sexual dynamic is also on same level, you two will be craving each other and intensely, he is also telling me it's very soon, not a lot of wait till you both meet, your dynamic is just very divine and intense, you both will be healing each other's wound, which has been imprinted on you, the dynamic is also very healing, i feel you both would be helping each other grow from past wounds, you guys can also check out pile 1, it could have messages for you, you both will just get each other, for some of you guys, you guys could have been abandoned by their loved ones and it could be your future spouse too, so you will help them and vice versa you guys could be going through lots of transformation right now or have been through them, which has caused and left you very exhausted, but i see your future spouse helping you through everything and you will be helping your future spouse, I also feel you both will see each other, like in a party your future spouse would be the only one who matters, the dynamic between you both is prosperous and full of abundance!
So pile 3 give me a towel, because i am sweating right now with love and intensity, your future spouse wants you to wait and he will be in your life very soon, so happy for you guys~
Thank you for stopping by! Take care and remember you are loved <3
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your next partner (PAC)
hello beautiful creatures! i'm excited to be back with another pick-a-card reading. i've been feeling romantic lately, so here goes a reading regarding your next partner. hope you enjoy it!
as usual, pick the picture that you feel most connected or drawn towards (pile 1 - up and left / pile 2 - up and right / pile 3 - down and left / pile 4 - down and right)
happy reading!
#pile 1
wheel of fortune - eight of wands - knight of cups - six of swords - seven of coins
when i started to shuffle for this pileâs reading, âso high schoolâ by taylor swift started playing, so maybe that means something to you. although this is a person i think youâve known for a while, the wheel of fortune here shows a new stage of this relationship, and paired with the eight of wands this shows a period of excitement, passion - the typical honeymoon phase we all go through once we start a relationship. maybe you have been through a rough period emotionally, things havenât been great for either one of you, and here comes a calmer time, youâll have someone to rely on thatâll help you with all the love in the world. this relationship seems ideal, but there are a few cards here that advice making an effort to communicate correctly with each other.Â
when i asked about the appearance of this person i got freckles! i also see that this person has a baby face or is a pretty childish person, someone with a lot of energy. i feel like they have lighter hair as well. you can also expect this to happen literally at any moment now! this is something that is already happening and in the works.Â
#pile 2
the hanged man - queen of cups - knight of cups - six of coins - nine of cups
âonly loveâ by ben howard started playing when i started writing, and i feel like thatâs how this connection feels like! this is someone new in your life, and your day to day will start to feel like this song. with the hanged man opening this reading i feel like this is someone who came in to change your perspective and opinions about love, and even about self love - but this card also tells you to be patient and advises not to rush into new relationships without being sure first, as not everyone will fit you. love is definitely on the horizon, just wait for it to come to you, as someone who is willing to listen to you and that will offer you all the attention you need is on the way. the six of pentacles here is asking you to give without expecting anything back, it advises you to be generous with yourself and the universe will be generous to you as well! a strong connection is comingÂ
when i asked about this person i got the five of coins, so this is probably someone who has gone through hard times and knows that feeling cared for is important. this is someone who has dark eyes, probably darker skinned as well.Â
when i asked for timing, i saw that the winter time may be of significance, but this still may take a while to come to you.Â
#pile 3
two of swords - ace of cups - six of coins - queen of swords - five of swords
wow, you may be indecisive regarding a relationship or taking a new step into a relationship, and you may be looking for advice. i think that this relationship has a great potential of being a safe space, somewhere youâll feel loved and supported. you may be indecisive because you donât want to lose your independence - but your partner understands how that is important to you and will respect it. thereâs an emphasis on the important of communication, as you may have problems due to a lack of it, and what i see here is that youâre struggling to make things official because youâre afraid - talk to them! have the scary conversation. they understand.Â
when i asked about appearance i got the emperor, which makes me think this is a person who has a lot of authority. i also think theyâre someone with dark eyes but lighter hair.Â
timing wise, regarding having a conversation or taking a new step, iâd say something will shift within the next ten days or the next two weeks.Â
#pile 4
three of coins - three of wands - six of cups - king of coins - page of wands
i think someone youâve had a crush on has looked your way! someone youâve liked for a while is now noticing you in a romantic light, or maybe someone you tried to have a relationship with in the past is back. whoever this person is, theyâre not 100% committed to you, they want to be your one and only. you may feel sparks, have a lot of passion and fun with this person, but you need to avoid being clingy or too jealous of this person, reminding you both how everyone needs space. the three of wands is an amazing card here, as it shows you good luck on your romantic choices.Â
i think this person takes a great care of their appearance, especially their hair.Â
i think this is going to become official in a few month, maybe around pisces season.
hope you enjoyed reading!
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week 1 (oct. 4) | voice kink
âźâË baby (2.3k)
it's been a long, shitty day and all jason wants to do is call his baby back home. they have a great idea of how to make the day end on a high note
tags: gn!reader, established relationship, guided masturbation, phone sex, voice kink, exhibitionism, sub!jason
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Jason Todd throws himself onto the shitty motel bed and groans with relief. See, normally he wouldnât collapse into bed right after a shower with his curls still damp but itâs been such a long day that he canât be assed about flattening them on the cardboard thick pillow. Heâs spent enough time since his rebirth to figure out how to make his curling hair look not terrible even after wearing a helmet for hours on end but the 18-metre tall intergalactic monster really killed any desire to make an effort.
Now Jasonâs strictly a local guy â a hometown hero, if you will â but Dick had asked with his perfected puppy eyes and sickening earnestness and now here Jason is, all the way on the other side of the country from you and privately wanting a word with Lovecraft over just where he got his inspiration for Cthulu from. Somehow, due to unknown methods of persuasion (Dickâs puppy eyes), Jason had signed himself up to stay behind a second day just to make sure the quasi-scientifical-mostly-magical inter-dimensional crazy glue actually held the fabric of the universe together. So here he is, stuck in the least sleazy motel that had survived the dayâs carnage with walls so paper thin he can hear Royâs terrible singing echoing off the shower tiles. âFlawless victoryâ or whatever the line is.
Too exhausted to change out of his towel or bother getting up to bang on the wall he shares with Roy, Jason paws at the night stand for his phone. Hopefully itâs had enough time to charge because heâs been itching to call home ever since he left the city boundaries. Listening to the phone ring, he closes his eyes, rests the back of his wrist across his forehead and waits. God he hopes you pick up.
âHiya baby,â you greet him, voice tinny through the phoneâs speakers. âYou have fun fighting the creature from the deep? It was all over the news.â
âRemind me never to do Dick a favour ever again,â Jason grumbles. âGive me a crime lord with a hard on for sequins and leather any day. Never again.â
âGood, I donât have to worry about you suddenly wanting to become a space man,â you snip back. Jason can just picture you nodding along with your words, already mentally discarding a desire that hadnât even crossed his mind.
âSee if I ever leave the state again! I had to spend 30 minutes in the shower trying to get the mysterious space gunk off and I donât think any amount of washing is going to get my pants back to normal.â Genuinely Jason feels rubbed raw, the cheap bar soap in the bathroom basically doing nothing against the battle wreckage. Heâs only glad he wore his second favourite pair of tac pants today. âShit, I donât think I even packed any spare underwear.â
âOh so itâs that kind of phone call, huh?â your voice suddenly drops, low and purring where it was playful earlier.
âWhaâ no, I didnâtâ I mean,â Jason splutters. The motel room is suddenly boiling, AC probably on the fritz.
âUh-huh, Iâm sure you didnât, baby,â you humor him. âCalling me up in nothing but a towel and lettinâ me know you donât even have any underwear on.â Â
âI just really need to do laundry!â is what comes out of Jasonâs mouth in a mortifying mixture of embarrassment and growing horniness.
âAll that talk about leather and showering, and you arenât teasing me, hmm?â Jason can feel his hesitation crumbling at the sound of your voice, all whiskey and sin. âLeft me alone for the whole weekend, aching for your touch. But youâre not teasing, right baby?â
âI wouldnât wannaââ Jason swallows thickly, adamâs apple bobbing, ââwanna leave you hanginâ. But I uh, I donât really know how to do this.â He whispers the last part like a secret, a confession of his innocence just for your ears.Â
You laugh with delight, not even the busted speakers able to disguise the richness of it. Jason thinks heâd quite like to bathe in that sound.
âIâve got you baby, you donât need to worry about that. You just gotta come along for the ride. Can you do that? Just make yourself feel good with me?â
Jason nods, too lightheaded with how fast this conversation has changed direction to realize you canât see him.
âNeed you to use your words Jay,â you prompt him.
He flushes, embarrassment ripping through him.
âY-yeah. I can do that. I can be sweet,â voice strangled in his throat. âBut gottaâ gotta be quiet âcause the walls are thin.â
âOkay! We can make quiet work. Babyâs first phone sex,â you say with palpable glee. Jason could swear he hears you rubbing your hands together, scheming. âAre you sitting or standing?â
âMâlying down,â he mumbles. âOn the bed.â Jasonâs trying to be helpful â he really is! â but the self-consciousness is creeping in, blurring out the edges of his vision. His room seems larger than it was an hour ago, suddenly hyperaware of every inch of space that doesnât have you in it. The terrible singing through the walls echoes.
âWhy donât you prop yourself up on the pillows, get yourself all nice and comfy,â you direct him. Thereâs a corresponding sound of rustling coming over your end of the phone as Jason adjusts himself. Tucks two pillows under his back and neck until heâs satisfied that this is probably what you want from him. The cheap duvet scratches at his back, fabric bunching up beneath him.
âWhat about you?â he asks, sinking back into the disappointingly thin pillows.
âMe? Iâm lying in our big, empty bed. Itâs a little cold without the blankets, you can see my nipples right through my shirt.â Jason has to swallow back a sudden mouthful of saliva at the image. âOh! And I put a towel down because I donât want to sleep in the wet spot later and I plan on you making me messy.â
Jason has to fight the audible click of his jaw to keep the phone balanced on the pillow beside him as his muscles tense.
âYeah? All of that for me?â he manages to get out.
âWhy would I ever wanna do this with anyone else?â Something warm and possessive curls through Jasonâs gut. âNow, you still in that little towel you were telling me about?â you ask.
âUh-huh, still damp too.â
âBet your skin is all lovely and warm. Poor baby rubbed himself raw trying to get clean, bet my babyâs just so sensitive now,â you drawl.
Jason looks down at himself, flushed torso still beaded with water. The towel, loosely wrapped around his waist, does very little to hide his dick chubbing up. It would be embarrassing, how quickly he gets hard for you with just a few coy words, if it wasnât so hot. A door slams in another room.
âSâcold here. Feelsâ feels real nice on me.â Itâs true. The working AC blasts directly onto his heated skin, gooseflesh rising across his forearms.
âGood. Can you touch yourself baby â only above the waist â like Iâm the one touching you. Want you to tell me as you do it.â
Jason swallows. Hard. Slowly drags a hand up across his torso to press his thumb into the divot of his collarbone. Lips part with anticipation.
âYour fingers are on mâclavicle,â he whispers. Slowly he drags his hand down to cup his chest, nipples tight from cold and arousal. âNow youâre touchinâ my chest. Squeezing. Mâskinâs so sensitive, feels real nice.â
âYeah? You lettinâ me feel up your tits baby?â you whisper and Jason chokes. Feels something hot unfurl in his brain at hearing his chest called something so vulgar.
âTheyâre notâ notâ â he stutters.
âNot what?â you cut him off. âNot tits? âCourse they are, nice big handfuls too. Want you to cup your tits baby, want you to play with them.â
Jason does, cups each pec in a large hand and squeezes, marvels at how his tits spill out around his fingers even as he feels the blush crawling down his chest. The side of a finger brushes a nipple and he has to bite back a groan at the sensation. Arches his back just to get a better view, imagines your hands are the ones on him. You donât stop talking the whole time.
ââthat be fun? I bet I could make you come just from playing with your tits. But I wanna see that in person so letâs wait on that, hmm?â
If Jasonâs brain wasnât melting out of his ears, heâd be able to tell you exactly how big a fan he is of that idea. As it is, he manages a sort of hrnng in a register heâs never been able to hit without a sharp kick to the balls first. He freezes, but Royâs awful banging about continues. Jason sighs in relief.
âOh you would like that. Now, take one of those nice big hands of yours and wrap it around your throat. Donât squeeze, just hold it there for me baby. Take your time and unwrap yourself for me.â
With his eyes closed, he can almost picture itâs your smaller hand a steadying weight across his collarbones. Idly he trails his other hand down his torso, lets it trace over scars and follows his happy trail down to where it meets the knotted towel.
âWords, baby,â you prompt him and he has to fight the thick syrup in his veins to put a thought together.
âMâundoinâ the towel,â he whisper slurs.
The cold air finally hitting his damp cock is heady. It springs up, already drooling with pre and Jason knows heâs not gonna last much longer with you purring in his ear. He reaches down and grabs hold of himself, has to bite his lip and close his eyes against how raw it feels.
âHoldinâ the base. Gonnaâ gonna cum if I donâ,â he pants.Â
Thereâs rustling on the end of the line, slick wet sounds as you start to split yourself open on your own fingers. Something like pride throbs in his chest at the sound, that even all the way over here he can still get you desperate for him.
âGood baby, good,â you praise him and he puffs up at that, chest arching out. âCan take your hand off your throat now, want you to play with yourself.â
His other hand slowly trails down to join the first. Jason huffs when it brushes a particularly sensitive patch of skin, gooseflesh raised. He cradles his balls with it, feels how heavy and tight they already are from just some words and a few light touches. Rolls them in his palm and has to wheeze out a breath between clenched teeth at how goddamn good it feels.
âItâsâ mâballs are heavy. Needtaâ needta come,â he grits out. Begging seems like a good idea, why hasnât he tried begging yet? âPlease?â
âYe-ah baby,â you say. Itâs the first time all night that your composure has slipped and Jason is preening at the slight hitch he put in your voice. âWant you to fuck your fist like youâre fucking me and then you come alright?âÂ
Jason canât do much more than pant his agreement into the phone, voice stolen by the feeling of that first tentative stroke of his cock. God he wishes it was your hand, or better yet the hot, tight clutch of your body welcoming him home. With his hand slicked in pre and almost painfully tight, he can imagine its you sinking down around him with that cheshire cat grin of yours. Lewd, wet sounds of flesh on flesh fill the motel room as Jason works himself over. Sets a vicious twist of his wrist to the end of each stroke that has him gasping for air, hips bucking up to meet it. His teeth ache with the strength of his desire to come, something hot and heavy gathering low at the base of his spine.
âMâclose,â he grunts, wants to give you what you want.
The wet, filthy sounds from your end of the line speed up in their intensity.
âWanna hear you when you come baby,â you gasp, all pretense dissolved under the building pleasure.
And Jason wants to be good but, butâ
âRoyâsâ Royâs gonna hear.â
âYeah? Whatâs he gonna hear? You being a good boy for me baby, doing exactly as your told? He gonna hear just how desperate your are to get your dick wet for me?â
Jason goddamn whines, high and wanton and desperate for your approval. The singing from next door abruptly stops. I hope that doesnât awaken anything in me, Jason thinks hysterically before he stops thinking at all.
He comes babbling your name like a holy catechism, cum spurting all over his fist and belly. Muscles spasming under skin that feels too tight, mouth drier than dirt. Spent and over-sensitive, he lets go of his dick just as he hears your own orgasm take you under. Jelly limbed and feeling better than he has all day, he lolls cum drunk on the bed. Two sharp rapid knocks on the wall startle him but do nothing to cut through the lovely post-orgasmic high. If anyone deserves to be a little out of it in this moment, itâs him.
âSaw you took a pretty bad tumble...â you trail off leadingly, voice lilting upwards.
âLooked a lot worse than it was. Medics gave me a clean bill of health and everything.â Itâs odd to be the one doing the soothing, Jason thinks, still fucked out and blinking away stars.
âBut youâd tell me if it wasnât, right?â you press him.
âCourse baby, youâd be the first person I call.â
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whichever way [woosan x reader] pt14
pairing: woosan x f reader
rating: 18+
genre: smut, fluff-ish, neighbours au, FWB to QPR
ch. summary: You and Wooyoung do a little online shopping for a good cause.
wc: 9.3k
ch. warnings: sub Wooyoung, dom San & reader, pegging, anal fingering / sex (Woo receiving), blowjobs, cumming untouched, hairpulling, dirty talk, degradation kink, dacryphilia (ofc), orgasm control, multiple orgasms, light spanking, Woo gets spitroasted â but first he sucks the strap uwu, petnames (âcockslutâ, âbabygirlâ, âgood boyâ for Wooyoung, âbabyâ for reader)
a/n: features a soft-bodied, aromantic reader who uses she/her pronouns.
a/nÂČ: only the epilogue left ăâœă donât touch me iâm emotional ăâœă
masterlist. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, epilogue
The sky is already darkening by the time San gets back to the apartment building after his late afternoon gym visit, and a crisp smell hangs in the air from an autumn shower that recently passed by. Itâs invigorating, keeping San bright and alert despite the satisfying ache in his body from his post-workout exhaustion.
He picks up the mail on his way back; including yours, of course. His key chain has been a little heavier for some time now, but he likes the weight and jingle of it in his hand.
San sifts through the mail as he waits for the elevator to come down. It takes a bit longer than usual, but finally the door opens with its familiar âdingâ â revealing one of Sanâs neighbours inside.
Mrs Yoon.
âOh! Hi, Mrs Yoon,â San says awkwardly, standing aside to let her through. He tries not to think about the last time he talked to the old lady, which only makes him think about it harder, an embarrassed heat burning under his skin.
Mrs Yoon gives him a crinkled smile as she steps out the elevator. âHello, young man,â she politely greets him back, but there is a cheeky glint in her eyes.
Sanâs skin burns hotter, and canât decide if itâs a mercy or a torment that she doesnât acknowledge their previous conversation, leaving it all unspoken between them. Instead she simply wishes San a pleasant evening and starts to walk past him, going about her business without embarrassing him any further.
She probably intends for it to be a mercy â but something nags at San as Mrs Yoon leaves, and he realises he canât let her go just yet.
âAh, Mrs Yoon, could you wait a moment? Please?â he asks. âThere is something Iâd like to talk about.â
She stops her little shuffle towards the exit, blinking at San in surprise. âOf course, dear. Whatâs on your mind?â
Whatâs on his mind? You. You are.
Specifically, the jaded resignation on your face when youâd brushed off Sanâs concern about Mrs Yoonâs boyfriend-comment; when you told him youâre used to it.
He doesnât like that. He doesnât like that you need apathy to shield yourself from a world thatâs oblivious to your lived experience at best, and at worst believes itâs something to be fixed. San isnât naive; he knows he canât take away societyâs constant pressure for romantic attachment by himself. But there is something he can do right here and now.
Maybe today, he can be your shield instead.
âUm, Mrs Yoon, when we ran across you the other day⊠I just wanted to say, sheâs not my girlfriend,â San says with calm warmth, a friendly smile on his face. Making it clear as politely as possible that heâs not starting a discussion, just stating a fact.
Mrs Yoon blinks at him in confusion, but then she breaks out in a smile of her own, filled with misplaced understanding.
âAhhh, I see! And the other young man, he is not your boyfriend then, hm?â she grins slyly, like sheâs in on some covert plot of secrecy. âI got it, your secret is safe with me. Though if I can give a piece of advice; a little more discretion wouldnât hurt if you want to keep it a secret for much longer! If an old biddy like me has figured it out, then I canât be the only one.â
San sighs a weary chuckle at the further misunderstanding. âNo, no thereâs no secrets. Wooyoung is my boyfriend,â he says, and Mrs Yoonâs confusion comes back tenfold. âBut itâs different with her. Weâre⊠We are friends. Really close friends. Sheâs very important to me.â
Something softens in Mrs Yoonâs face at Sanâs simple earnestness. She scratches her chin as she mulls it over, but eventually comes to a decision with a firm nod. âHmm, well. Nothing wrong with that either, I suppose. Just as long as you three treat each other right.â
The safe politeness in Sanâs smile melts away, making way for honest happiness. âWe do, Mrs. Yoon. Always.â
Grinning, she reaches up to suddenly pinch his cheek. San lets out a tiny ack, more out of surprise than pain, though her grip is surprisingly strong. âNow that I know,â she winks cheekily, then releases him. âHave a nice evening together, young man. Sheâs very lucky to have a good friend like you.â
Ah, and there Mrs Yoon gets it wrong again. âNo, Iâm the lucky one here, I reckon,â San grins. She shakes her head with a little reedy laugh, like his answer is exactly what she expected from him.
With that, San parts ways with Mrs Yoon and takes the elevator to the top floor. To you and Wooyoung.
San finds his and Wooyoungâs apartment empty when he drops off his bag â though honestly, heâs stopped thinking of the two spaces as âyoursâ and âtheirsâ. So he gives Byeol a sweet little kiss on the top of her sweet little head, then goes over next-door without too much thought. Some days San enjoys a bit of alone time, but this is not one of them.
No, San canât wait to curl up on the couch against one or two of his favourite people, maybe order in some food today so the time can be spent just lazing around in each othersâ company.
When he opens the door to your apartment (strictly legally speaking), San hears an animated conversation happening. He perks up in curiosity, heading in closer to make out the words of what seems to be a lively discussion.
He finds you and Wooyoung on the couch, scrolling through something on your phone.
âOohh, this looks pretty! And affordable too,â you say, looking to Wooyoung for his agreement â until you spot San and give him a little wave. âHey, welcome back! Had a good workout?â
âYeah, real good,â San says, a fond smile crinkling his eyes. Sounds like you and Wooyoung are looking at apartment listings again; something that started out as just fun and casual, building little fantasies around the possibilities, but the search is slowly growing more intentional.
But Wooyoung makes a face at your phone screen, shaking his head. âToo small,â he says decisively. âAh, San! San! Good, youâre here, you can settle this for us!â
âSure, lay it on me,â San says, naively assuming itâs about one of the listings. Then again, the way you immediately roll your eyes in exasperationâŠ
âSeriously, Woo? Youâre still on that?â
Wooyoung ignores you, turning to San with grim determination. âSan. Tell her that if I donât get to fuck other people, then she doesnât get to either! A closed relationship, thatâs what we agreed on.â
âThatâs what you agreed on. You and San. I never agreed to any such thing.â
San blinks in baffled confusion. What? âWait, you want to sleep with others? You barely have the stamina to keep up with us,â he blurts out, unable to fully process the idea that youâd want to open the relationship up.
âHey,â you pout.
âWhat, âheyâ?â he chuckles. âYouâre the one who blamed us for that UTI because we are, and I quote, âhorny demons who thrive on obliterating your poor bladderâs bacterial ecosystemâ. Seriously, since when are you looking for more?â
âIâm not! Woo is just making drama over nothing!â you sigh, shooting Wooyoung some heavy side-eye. âI only pointed out that because we kinda winged this whole throuple situation, that technically we never made any rules about me and any hypothetical interest I might have.â Your side-eye deepens at the last part.
âRight,â Wooyoung says, returning your side-eye in equal force. âHypothetical. Because you totally didnât bring that up out of nowhere after sniffing around for gossip on San and Yunhoâs past⊠activities.â
Yunho?! Since when is he on your radar?
It throws you too; your side-eye breaks as you look at Wooyoung in surprise. âThatâs what this is about? Because I asked about him?â You let out a small, endeared giggle at Wooyoungâs jealous streak. âWoo, Iâm just curious about the guy, is all! I finally get to meet him in person next week, Iâve only heard him on voice chat when you guys play that Mile of Mythologies thing together.â
âLeague of Legends!â San and Wooyoung protest simultaneously like clock-work.
âYeah yeah,â you grin. âSo, can we stop throwing a fuss over nothing or picking on me for having a delicate bladder?â
âHey, Iâm not picking on you for that. Honestly, all things considered itâs kind of a miracle you only got a UTI once. You got a toughie in there!â Wooyoung points out, grinning as he pats your lower stomach.
âThank you! Now letâs go back to the important things in life, shall we?â You raise up your phone back up to go look at apartment listings again. Or so San thinks, at least.
(Somewhere in the back of his head, San vaguely notes that technically, you still havenât agreed on a damn thing about the sleeping-with-other-people thing. Not that Wooyoungâs objections were needed; you donât seem to actually have any serious considerations about Yunho, or anyone else. Well, and even if you didâŠ
San smiles absent-mindedly. Itâs not like he has bad memories of those past âactivitiesâ with Yunho. The direct opposite, in fact. The idea of teaming up on you or Wooyoung⊠Wait, what? Hold on, where did that thought come from?)
âYou really donât like this one, Woo?â you ask Wooyoung, tilting the screen to him, completely unaware of the newly sparked scenarios inside Sanâs head.
âI told you, itâs too small!â
San shakes off whatever the hell is going on with his imagination, and focuses on his curiosity about this apartment. It must be real nice if youâre so set on the place, even if Wooyoung disagrees.
âThis is too small?? Damn Woo, never knew youâre that much of a size queen.â
San frowns. Size queen? Again; what?
âHey, who can blame me? Iâve gotten used to a certain⊠stretch,â Wooyoung says, a bold grin spreading over his face.
A stretch??? âŠOkay, maybe San needs to re-examine his assumptions about what you and Wooyoung are looking at.
âGod youâre nasty,â you sigh in exasperation, but thereâs a laugh hidden in there too. âFine, fine, letâs see what else they got.â
San has finally reached you, standing behind the couch to look over your shoulder at the screen. His eyes widen as the veil of confusion lifts away, a surprised flush hitting his cheeks.
No, those are not apartment listings on your screen.
Those are sex toys.
Specifically, you and Wooyoung are looking at strap-ons.
âHow about this kit?â Wooyoung asks, gesturing at the next one you scrolled to. âThat looks promising.â
At first, your face lights up with interest, but it is quickly replaced by a grimace when you notice the cost. âLooks good but⊠might be a tiny bit out of my price range.â
âOur price range,â Wooyoung counters firmly. âThink of it as an investment for the future! What do you think, Sannie?â
âUm,â is the most eloquence response San can muster at this moment.
âLook look, it even comes with a few different dildos, see! And the harness is backless too,â Wooyoung says, eyebrows wiggling as he zooms in on one of the images.
The picture shows the back-view of a model wearing the harness, held into place by a supple-looking leather waistband and two elegant black straps wrapped around the upper thighs, snugly fitted just below the modelâs completely exposed ass.
ââŠHowâs the size? Is it adjustable?â you ask, not entirely convinced yet but slowly swayed by Wooyoungâs sales pitch.
San feels a heat crawl up to his face, and tugs at the neckline of his shirt as unbidden images float up in his mind of your ass in that harness. No, San definitely needs no further swaying. Fuck, his imagination sure is working overtime today. Heâll pay the whole damn thing out of his own pocket if the money is really a concern to you.
You nose through the product specifications, your face brightening at what you find. After that, itâs not long before the kit finds itself dropped into your shopping cart.
âThree days?â Wooyoung groans when he sees the shipping date, falling back into the couch miserably. âHow am I supposed to wait that long?â
âAw, you poor thing,â you coo teasingly, patting Wooyoungâs hair. âWhat a trial. What a tribulation.â
San grins when Wooyoung scoffs and grabs for your hand to get a bite in on your forearm. You yelp, unsuccessfully trying to fend him off. San lets the chaos entertain him for a moment, then he gently untangles you both. âWoo, Iâm sure we can find a way to make the time go by faster,â he chuckles. âLike⊠how about you take a few days to think about what youâd like to happen once itâs here?â
Like magic, Wooyoungâs face instantly shifts to a thoughtful expression. âWell,â he says, tapping his bottom lip, âI do have a few ideasâŠâ
Never one to be timid about his ideas, you naturally know the deepest, most intimate and depraved depths of Wooyoungâs fantasies by the time you have him on your knees in front of you.
You donât need to see the hunger in his eyes as he stares up at you to know badly he wants this; donât need to hear the breathless inhale when your fingers tangle into his hair, how his tongue eagerly darts out to wet his lips when you tug him forward â pushing the tip of your strap right against those plump lips.
Because you already know that is exactly what Wooyoung wants. To take your cock down his throat and choke on it.
The weight of the black, silicone dildo hanging between your legs is unfamiliar, a little awkward even, but the harness is more comfortable than you expected.
Youâd stayed a bit concerned about the fit until the discreetly packaged arrived, but after fiddling with some adjustments you could breathe easily. The leather now sits perfectly around your waist, and the black straps donât dig painfully into your thighs like youâd feared, instead framing your ass in a way that must be extremely flattering to say the least â if the way Sanâs eyes keep trailing back to them is anything to go by.
However, for now Sanâs gaze is fixed on Wooyoung.
San sits on the edge of the bed, legs spread lazily and leaned back with his hands resting on the mattress, making no effort to touch Wooyoung even though he is within armâs reach. Head slightly tilted, he watches intently how Wooyoungâs lips part as the silicone cock is pushed past them.
Wooyoung wastes no time, sinking down with a muffled groan. Messily he sucks and laps at the strap, low moans and wet noises drifting upward. You let out a blissful sigh at the view, his pretty lips stretched around your cock. He blinks up at you as he somehow manages to grin even with his mouth stuffed, his dark eyes shiny with impatience and need.
âLittle more, Woo. I know you can give me more,â you hum, running your hand through his hair. âShow me how hungry you are for my cock before I fuck you with it.â
âMmhââ
Wooyoung eagerly follows your lead when you guide his head up and down, taking you deeper and deeper with minimal encouragement. He never holds back, treating your strap like itâs a real cock; and through his pure unbridled enthusiasm, you sink away into the illusion.
Your breaths grow heavier whenever Wooyoung pulls back to suckle indulgently at the tip, thick wet swipes of his tongue as he groans, his eyes fluttering shut every time you pull his hair to force your length down his throat again. Every pass of his mouth rubs the silicone dickâs rounded base against your cunt, and its strategically placed protrusion sends sparks through your core.
You start to roll your hips into him, chasing those sparks as Wooyoungâs head bobs to meet your shallow thrusts. Itâs not long before he gags around you with an obscene gurgle, a thin trail of drool escaping past the corner of his lips. Instinctively you freeze, but Wooyoung shakes his head and whines. His cheeks are flushed, a watery gleam brimming in his eyes as he stares up at you, wordlessly begging you to keep fucking his throat.
âAw, heâs tearing up already,â San chuckles, leaning forward so he can grasp Wooyoungâs chin. âLooks so pretty with cock between his lips, doesnât he? That smart mouth stuffed full, working so hard to please you.â
Wooyoung lets out another whine at Sanâs praise, only more worked up by the edge of condescension in his voice.
âSweet babygirl,â you grin fondly. âCome, make Sannie feel good too. Can you do that for me?â
Wooyoung makes a noise, immediately reaching for San, who guides Wooyoungâs hand to wrap around his cock. He groans lowly, his back arching ever so slightly at Wooyoungâs practised strokes.
âGood boy,â San sighs, a lazy smile on his lips. âNow, get back to sucking that cock properly, hm? Wanna see you choke on it.â
Wooyoung moans loudly, more drool spilling down his chin. He keens when you pull his hair a little harder; itâs all the reminder he needs to go back to gagging around your cock, meeting the roll of your hips as you fuck his face. He breaths harshly through his nose, struggling to control his breathing but never slowing down, taking your strap down his throat like a champ without ever neglecting San.
Sanâs chest is starting to heave as Wooyoung jerks him off, lips parted and eyes heavy-lidded. His low whine sears through you, as does the sight of his large hand leading Wooyoungâs to pump his leaking cock. Wooyoung revels in how heâs being used, teary eyes drifting shut as he fades away into a cockdrunk haze.
âSan?â you say in a strained voice, more affected by the strapâs base gentle rubbing against your clit than you expected. (Or maybe the growing pressure in your core has more to do with Wooyoung, with seeing him like this.) âI think itâs time.â
Wooyoungâs eyes peek open at the sound of your voice, shimmering wetly with unshed tears. (âŠYep, that definitely helps.)
âYeah, itâs time,â San agrees, his voice equally strained.
He guides Wooyoungâs hand down to the base of his cock, to give it a squeeze just to take the edge off. Then he moves to kneel behind Wooyoung, who almost sobs in anticipation when San grabs two handfuls of his plump ass, spreading the cheeks apart.
Wooyoung whimpers around your cock, his hands grasping at your thighs for something to anchor him while San removes a modestly-sized plug that was warming Wooyoung up for this moment. You pat his hair reassuringly, cooing soft praises at Wooyoung, who groans as Sanâs lubed up fingers breach his rim to loosen him up a little further. San presses a soft, lingering kiss on Wooyoungâs shoulder and moves his fingers just as gently, gradually picking up speed.
You know San is not avoiding Wooyoungâs prostate when he jerks violently, the strap slipping out of his mouth, no longer muffling his loud whines. âF-fuck, right there, r-right there, SannieâŠâ he moans weakly, rocking back into Sanâs fingers.
Clumsily, Wooyoung grabs at the strap to try and stuff it back into his mouth. The tip catches against his cheek first, smearing a thick streak of saliva across his face. You sigh contently when Wooyoung keeps his hand around the silicone cock, rubbing the pleasing protrusion at the base firmly against your cunt as he wraps his swollen lips around its length.
âStill kinda tight⊠Relax, babe,â San grunts, curling his fingers in a way that has Wooyoung let out a throttled mewl. He runs his free hand soothingly over Wooyoungâs back. âAhh, no wonder youâre tense,â he purrs. âGonna be your first time getting fucked by two cocks like this, isnât it? Youâre such a greedy, perfect cockslut that itâs easy to forget you never took more than one at once. Just doesnât seem right⊠those pretty holes were made to be used and ruined by some good dick.â
Tears escape Wooyoungâs lashes as he gurgles around your strap, his motions getting shakier with every filthy word from San, trembling harder with every thrust of Sanâs fingers. His own cock looks achingly hard, flushed a deep red and twitching, precum beading at the tip.
âCareful, Woo,â you gently chide him. âYouâre not allowed to cum until Iâm fucking you properly.â
Wooyoung whimpers, trimmed nails digging into your thigh as he desperately holds back from reaching down to bring himself relief.
A dangerous grin flashes across Sanâs lips as he also realises just how close Wooyoung is. âOh? The cockslut canât even wait until heâs stuffed full the way he should be? Are you gonna fall apart on just my fingers?â
âMhh hmââ
Wooyoung canât get his muffled noises of denial past his obstructed throat. He tries his best to obey your instruction, but San does nothing to make it easier on him.
Instead Sanâs wrist snaps harshly, the squelch of lube obscenely loud. His eyes are sharp and filled with dark intent, watching how Wooyoung shudders and whines, pushed closer and closer to his limitâ
You can see the exact moment Wooyoung realises his efforts to hold back are futile, his eyes going wide a split second before he convulses, inadvertently pushing the strap down the back of his throat again. Sanâs free hand is on Wooyoungâs cock in a heartbeat, making sure he spills messy splatters of cum on Sanâs fingers and his own chest.
Wooyoung pants for air, spluttering and coughing when you pull the strap from his mouth. âS-sorry, I didnâtâ didnât mean toââ He babbles a rushed apology, staring up at you with wet eyes, his face red and puffy.
âShh, itâs alright,â you hush him, going down on your knees so you can cradle his face, brushing your thumbs over tear-streaked cheeks. âTried so hard, didnât you?â
âHm-hm,â he whines in agreement.
âOur pretty babygirl just gets overwhelmed so fast, doesnât he?â you hum, pressing small pecks on his cock-swollen lips. âSo sensitive that a few fingers is all it takes.â
Wooyoung sniffs, nodding weakly. âY-yeah.â
âLook at that, made a mess all over yourself,â you tease, catching some of the white essence dribbling down Wooyoungâs chest. âNot your fault itâs so easy to wreck you. Thatâs just who you are, isnât it? A needy, desperate thing.â
He whines an unintelligible noise. For anyone else, your words might have been humiliating; but for Wooyoung, they set something inside him free. Not his fault; just his nature.
San slowly kisses up Wooyoungâs neck, rubbing his shaky arms. Itâd almost be sweet, if not for the satisfied curve of Sanâs lips. Heâs gotten Wooyoung exactly where he wants him. âItâs okay, Woo,â he says, playfully nipping at his earlobe. âYou can make it up later.â
Wooyoungâs attempt at answering is smothered by Sanâs mouth with a sudden, hard kiss. Your breath catches at his intensity, fervid and hungry. Just the sight of San and Wooyoung entangled alone is always enough to make your toes curl; from their shared, sensual passion, to the simple beauty of their contrasted features, the striking delicacy of Wooyoung melting into Sanâs masculine solidness.
You could watch them forever like this, but San does not allow you to be their spectator for long. Without even breaking the kiss, he reaches out to tug at your arm, pulling you into them. You go willingly.
Wooyoung welcomes you with a soft whine as you nip and suck at his neck, the split-glistened strap pressing against his half-hard cock. He proves himself every bit the desperate, needy thing that you called him, turning his head to switch between kissing you and San, groaning against your lips as heâs engulfed with heated attention from two ends. Breathlessly he gasps between kisses, trembling while you and San slowly leave a tapestry of hickeys and bitemarks over his neck and shoulders.
Itâs when he starts to rock his hips, grinding back against San, that you reach for his dick. Itâs still partially soft, still sensitive from cumming earlier. Wooyoung jerks into your grasp, his loud, keening whine stifled by Sanâs tongue down his throat. Fresh tears spill down Wooyoungâs cheeks as he shakes his head, his hand weakly clinging onto your arm â but his body tells a different story entirely, his spine arching as he contorts with overwhelming pleasure.
You are captivated, your tongue dragging over his wet cheek as you chase an instinct to lick up his tears. âYeah, you can take it,â you murmur by his ear, making sure to keep a steady pace with your hand. âWant you hard and leaking when I finally fuck you. You owe us that much, donât you think? Or is our babygirl going to disappoint me again?â
Wooyoung whimpers, head falling back against Sanâs shoulders. âC-can take it,â he slurs, now openly rocking his hips to fuck up into your hand.
Sanâs eyes blaze as he watches you exert your control over Wooyoung. Once your hand has settled into a rhythm, San firmly pulls you close again, capturing you in a hard kiss this time. Heatedly he explores the familiar crevices of your mouth while Wooyoung squirms and mewls between you, jaw slackening and eyes rolling back.
Your cunt aches at Wooyoungâs noisy writhing, and you press a gentle hand against Sanâs shoulder to push him back.
He begrudgingly parts from your lips, breathing hard. Focus slowly returns to his eyes as he grins down at Wooyoungâs wrecked state. âHeâs ready?â
âI think so,â you hum, gently cradling Wooyoungâs cheeks. âWhat do you say, Wooyoungie, ready to take my cock?â
Wooyoung nuzzles at your palm, the rise and fall of his chest slowly steadying. âReady,â he sighs with a languid smile, tinged with anticipatory excitement. âWant it⊠want your cock so bad, want you to fuck meâŠâ
You giggle, bumping your forehead against his. âGood boy,â you praise, and leave a light peck on his nose. âThen thatâs exactly what Iâll do.â
Almost effortlessly, San lifts a squirmy Wooyoung on his feet, then onto the bed, manoeuvring him onto all fours.
Wooyoung moans when you run a hand over the sweet curve of his ass, peeking over his shoulder to look at you. You knead at his cheeks, staring intently at how lube has has trickled out his stretched hole, down to his thighs. Itâs all too tempting to dive in and lap it up, to tease him with your tongue and sink your teeth into that pretty ass, but you doubt Wooyoung has much patience left in him â and neither do you, for that matter.
âSan?â you ask, nudging at the container of lube to reapply a fresh layer. San grabs the bottle; but instead of handing it over to you, he just grins and slides up behind you.
Generously he slicks up his own hand, and your breath hitches as San reaches around to lube up the strap for you. There is something unexpectedly sensual about his big hand gliding over the length of your silicone cock, firm strokes that have you instinctively rocking into his touch, like you can feel him.
Wooyoung lets out an impatient whine. âPleaseâŠâ he begs, wiggling his ass at you, and you decide heâs been forced to wait long enough.
You softly tap Sanâs arm, at which he retreats to rest his sticky hand on your waist instead. He hums when you press a soft kiss of gratitude on his lips, and then you turn your full attention back to Wooyoung.
He shudders when the silicone cockhead presses at his entrance, then slowly sinks in.
Itâs not the biggest dildo that came with the kit, not quite matching San in thickness, but you preferred to start out with a size that you know Wooyoung can handle. Still, itâs girth is satisfying enough with a nice upward curve, and a subtly ribbed shaft thatâs already doing a number on Wooyoung, if the way his fingers dig into the sheets is any indication.
âOh fuck,â he grits out, eyes clenched shut.
You take your time to bottom out, making sure you can do so comfortably, and Wooyoung comes apart further with every slow inch. His arms buckle, falling onto his elbows when your thighs press against his ass, fully buried inside his tight hole. He pants hard, fingers digging into the sheets.
âPlease please please,â he babbles, âoh fuck please move, please fuck me already, fuckââ
âHm, I think he likes taking your cock,â San observes dryly, a mocking lilt in his voice. He reaches around you to give Wooyoungâs ass a light smack, grinning when Wooyoung whines harder in response. âYeah, he likes it.â
You donât react with more than a sound of acknowledgement; too focused on the roll of your hips, too taken in by Wooyoungâs choked noises as you finally take mercy, the ribbed strap gliding in and out at a steady pace.
In a way, the rhythmic motion of thrusting into Wooyoung is intimately familiar, yet also entirely new. Youâve fucked Wooyoung with a toy before, sure, but the simple snap of your hand doesnât compare to the physicality of using almost your entire body to bury your cock into him. Your arms tense as you hold onto his hips to keep him steady, your thighs and core muscles flex to buck against his ass over and over again.
(Already you can tell that you need to conserve your energy, not wanting to wear yourself out before Wooyoung is a sobbing ruin, utterly wrecked and completely sated.)
Wooyoung gasps and whines with every thrust, his fists tightening into the sheets â but despite his obvious pleasure, a tendril of frustration flicks at you; youâve seen Wooyoung in the throes of depraved passion often enough to know youâre not hitting the spot that will obliterate him, not in the way San can. You try to adjust, searching for his prostate, but itâs trickier when you canât actually feel inside him, and your efforts only seem to make your thrusts more awkward.
San puts his hand on your waist when he realises you are getting in your own way, squeezing reassuringly. His breath falls on your ear as he guides your motions, easing your hips into a smooth roll that soon has Wooyoung let out a pitched cry, his entire body jolting.
âThatâs it,â San rasps in satisfaction, letting you move on your own again, âthatâs how you fuck that tight hole. Look at you making such a pretty mess of Wooyoungie, all cockdrunk on you.â
Wooyoung keens at the praise, whimpering every time you hit that sweet spot.
You canât help a moan of your own, a hot wire thrumming through your core â that only grows sharper when Sanâs hands wander down to your ass. At first he just lightly squeezes, but soon he takes full advantage of the harnessâ open back, spreading your cheeks apart to expose you to the cool air. His thumbs inch inward; one is still covered with a remnant of lube, slowly circling your sensitive rim.
Your breath hitches at the unexpected touch, making you buck harder into Wooyoung. His voice breaks with every snap of your hips, âHngh, ah ahââ hiccuped moans spilling past his lips.
San grins, his thumb resting against your entrance, never quite pressing inside. âFucking him so well, baby,â he groans, lazily sucking a wet patch into your neck. âTell her, Wooyoung. Tell her how well sheâs fucking you.â
âS-so well,â Wooyoung sobs, clawing at the sheets. âFucking me so wellâŠâ
His garbled cries burn through you, the heat inside your core stoked by his writhing, desperate state. So pliant, so willing to surrender himself to you.
However, your thighs burn for another reason entirely; muscles straining with the effort of fucking Wooyoung into this mindless stupor. You slow the roll of your hips, giving yourself a breather while enjoying Wooyoungâs pitiful whines of protest maybe a little too much.
âBut this is not enough for you, is it?â you hum, rubbing your hand over the small of Wooyoungâs sweat-slicked back. âYou want Sannieâs cock too, to have that clever mouth used again like it should be.â
San lets out a raspy chuckle as Wooyoung nods frantically. âI donât know, baby, our Wooyoungie looks like he might be at his limit. You sure he can take us both?â
Wooyoung squirms in frustration. âI can, Sannie, you know I can,â he snivels. âPlease, want it, want it, San-ahâ!â
He jolts when San smacks his ass again, whining loudly as he burrows his face into the bed.
With that, San moves away from you, his fingers digging into the curve of your rear as he goes. Wooyoung moans weakly when San sits on his knees in front of him, clasping Wooyoungâs chin between thumb and index finger to lift his head.
âThen prove it,â San says coolly, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. âShow us what a good cockslut you are.â
Wooyoung shivers at the dismissive tone of Sanâs challenge, like he isnât expecting all that much. He shakily pushes himself up on his hands, biting down a groan at how your strap rubs up against his insides. One last glance over his shoulder, while he still can, drinking in the sight of you with hungry, tear-filled eyes.
And a glorious sight you are, shiny drops of sweat beading down the valley of your chest, heaving from exertion. Both of you completely enraptured by this new experience, the new sensations that come with it. The ribbed dildo feels amazing, better than Wooyoung dared hope â but far more than that, he is on the brink because itâs you, you fucking that toy into him.
You catch his gaze, biting your lip at the contact. âRemember, Woo,â you say, voice tight, âremember the signal if Iâm too rough on you.â
Wooyoung lets out a hoarse chuckle, giving you the widest, dirtiest grin he can muster. Too rough? On him? Fuck, how are you blowing his back out and still manage to be this adorable? âSure, will do,â he rasps, tapping Sanâs thigh in demonstration of the nonverbal sign.
San grasps onto Wooyoungâs chin again, yanking him back. He taps the head of his cock against Wooyoungâs cheek, leaving a trail of precum, exactly where your strap smeared saliva across his face earlier.
âCâmon, Woo,â San says, still giving him that unimpressed look, the one that makes Wooyoung squirm without fail, âdo you want this cock down your throat or not?â
Wooyoungâs breath instantly shallows, his jaw relaxing on instinct. He groans in bliss as San nudges the flushed tip past his swollen lips, sinking home. Your hips move in a slow roll and Wooyoung lets himself get swept away by the rhythm, taking San deeper inch by inch.
His mind goes blank, lost in the toe-curling slide of your strap, the hefty weight of San on his tongue â fuck, he loves sucking that fat cock. How the thickness of it strains his jaw, but within manageable levels after all the countless practise heâs enjoyed. Heâs proud of that, how his gag reflex has faded to a mere afterthought, only brought back to the forefront when heâs caught off guard (and even then, itâs good). Proud of the cracks in Sanâs unaffected facade that Wooyoung breaks through with nothing but the tightness of his throat and his skilful tongue.
Right now though, youâre making it harder for Wooyoung to use that tongue to its full potential. Every rough thrust jostles him, pushes Sanâs dick deeper without any room for skill, reducing Wooyoung to nothing but a cocksleeve to be used. (San does not seem to mind, his groans low and breathy.)
He whimpers as you slam into him without mercy, his aching cock slapping against his stomach with a lewd smacking sound, drawing sharp jolts of pleasure. Youâve well and truly honed in on his sweet spot now, pressure building up and up and up until Wooyoung feels like heâs clawing at the ceiling. Sanâs hand rests on Wooyoungâs throat, squeezing with only a gentle pressure to keep him steady as heâs split open from two ends; an overwhelming barrage of sensations that goes beyond feeling âfullâ. Wooyoung feels whole.
Desperately he moans around Sanâs cock with a muffled, pathetic sob, the world blurring out of focus. One brush of a hand against his throbbing dick and heâd be done for, heâs sure of it; but despite cumming untouched earlier, now that edge stays just out of reach. Trapping Wooyoung at the height of pleasure with nowhere to come down.
Heâs whimpering, body trembling under the unending onslaught. Too much, some might cry out â but not Wooyoung, never Wooyoung.
No, for him it is perfect. He stopped believing in âtoo muchâ long ago, after he heard enough of those two words in his life. That he talks too much, wants too much, gives too much, is too much.
But here, between these two hearts, he is exactly right.
Addled memories flood through his dizzied thoughts, physical pleasure blurring into intense emotion.
With San, Wooyoung knew it from the very start; an unshakeable certainty within moments of their first meeting. San has always embraced his chaotic energy, soaking it up like a sponge and giving back to Wooyoung in equal measure. Making it easy for Wooyoung to throw himself into their relationship with what some might call reckless abandon â but San never dropped him. He is never too much for San.
Wooyoung had been too much for you, once. Crashing head-first into your boundaries back when he kissed you; pushing too hard because he did not want to be pushed away. But it only brought you closer, seeking out the places where you can meet each other; where Wooyoung can be himself without compromise without compromising you. Where Wooyoung can taste the word âloveâ in his mouth and see you light up with joy, the same joy that you and San give him in turn.
No, heâll never be too much for you either. He knows that now.
Wooyoung lets out a hoarse, garbled cry at a hard hit of your cock against his prostate, breaking him out of his hazy thoughts and right back to the present, back in the middle of your and Sanâs heated attention and affection. Right where Wooyoung thrives.
Fuck, heâs light-headed. He feels like heâs floating, vaguely hears praise drift to him from both sides. Good boy. Taking it so well. Thatâs what those pretty holes are good for. Heâs drowning in it, barely feeling his body anymore, only the pleasure buzzing through him.
He slowly realises Sanâs fingers are tangled through his hair, helping his head stay up.
Wooyoung moans indulgently, blinking up at him. He can only imagine what a mess San is looking at; Wooyoung can feel the wetness of spittle and tears trailing down his cheeks, his chin, even his throat. Fuck, he wishes you could see it too, what a fucking pathetic wreck he is for you both.
San makes a noise somewhere between a chuckle and a groan as he looks down on Wooyoung. âCockdrunk,â he says, his grin sharp. âCompletely wasted. Can you even handle my load or are you too fucked out to swallow?â
Immediately Wooyoung whines in protest. He can do it, he can do anything for you and San. Doesnât want San to pull out, doesnât want you to stop moving, not yet not now not ever. He swallows around Sanâs cockhead, messily lavishing his tongue against the twitching shaft.
You giggle breathily at Wooyoungâs enthusiasm, squeezing at his hip. âNow San, donât underestimate our Wooyoungie,â you playfully admonish him. âThis is what heâs made for. He can take it.â
Yes yes yes. Agreement sings through Wooyoung as he humps back against you in gratitude. You get it. You understand.
San grunts at the stifled moans around his cock, Wooyoungâs increased efforts causing him to hiss sharply through gritted teeth. He canât last much longer, his fingers tightening in Wooyoungâs hair, breath going pitchy as his hips jerk.
Wooyoung groans when Sanâs cock twitches in his mouth, hot sticky ropes of cum hitting his tongue. Maybe he is a little too fucked out after all, some seed trickling down his chin as he struggles to gulp down every drop with lewd, wet noises.
San pants harshly as he slips out, pumping himself with quick strokes to wrest as much as he can for Wooyoung to take. Finally he wipes the tip on Wooyoung's glossy lips, then nudges him to turn his head and give you a proper view. Your sharp moan lances through Wooyoung's painfully hard cock â but distress takes over when you slow down.
So close, he was so close oh god you canât stop now. Wooyoung sobs pitifully, wiggling his hips as he babbles his wretched pleas.
Your cunt throbs at his desperation, his face flushed red and shiny with bodily fluids. Equal parts guilt and arousal sear through you at the unintentional denial, but fuck your thighs are burning. (Today has given you a whole new appreciation for San's muscle strength.)
âShh, itâs okay, just want you to ride me,â you hum, stroking his quivering thigh. âWanna see that beautiful face when you cum, can you do that for me, Wooyoungie?â
He lets out another choked up sob but nods frantically, whimpering when you pull out to lay down. Shakily he moves to sit in your lap, helped by Sanâs steady hold. Wooyoung whines in relief when you fill him up again, after a fresh coating of lube. He groans at the new angle, throwing his head back.
You rub your hands up and down his thighs, letting your eyes wander over him; his sweat-slicked torso, the veins pulsing in his shaky arms, cock leaking against his stomach. You lightly wrap your fingers around it, causing Wooyoung to stutter out a surprised âAhâ!â
âGo ahead, Woo. Show me,â you tell him breathily, bucking your hips up. âShow me how badly you want to cum on my cock.â
Wooyoung does not need to be told twice. He leans back to brace his hands on your legs, arching his back. The roll of his hips starts slow, easing himself into it, but soon you can see his lithe muscles rippling as he bounces in your lap. There is no restraint in him, his face contorted with pleasure as he whines, gasping every time you buck your hips to meet his. He looks utterly deprived. He is perfect.
San curls up next to you on his side, sluggish in the wake of his own orgasm. He pecks at your shoulder, tracing lazy circles on your stomach, close to where Wooyoung fucks into your hand as he moves. âYou havenât cum yet, have you?â San murmurs, his hot breath fanning across your skin.
âN-not yet,â you admit, âbutââ
But fuck, you are getting close.
Itâs been a long, slow build-up with the base of the strap rubbing against your cunt; not always catching your clit just right, but you have a bit more control now that youâre laying down, to wiggle or guide Wooyoungâs hips. More than that, you are so deeply mesmerised by Wooyoung that his pleasure might as well be your own. Fucking himself seemingly tireless even though heâs gasping for breath, surely reaching his limit. His whiny sobs sear through you, your own breath catching in your throat as you slowly, inevitably, begin to tilt over.
San lets out a low, rumbling chuckle, and slings an arm over you to leisurely play with one of your tits. The light pecks on your shoulder turn to insistent, open-mouthed kisses as San sucks wet bruises into your skin. You bite down a whine as he thumbs at your nipple, your hips bucking up harder into Wooyoung. You move your hand quicker, stubborn to drag Wooyoung right down with you.
âGod, look at you,â you groan, straining to get the words out, âlook so pretty, crying on my cock.â
Wooyoung makes a strangled noise. ââCauseâ âcause it feels so good,â he chokes out. âY-youââ but whatever else he wants to say is drowned out by breathless, high-pitched moans.
You use your last shreds of energy to piston the strap harder into Wooyoung, jostling him in your lap. His body bows forward, hands scrambling to grab onto your shoulders, almost knocking San in the face. San nips at Wooyoungâs wrist, but easily readjusts by latching his mouth onto your breast instead.
You tense up, hips stuttering as you curse under your breath â and then Sanâs teeth sink into the soft, sensitive flesh, biting down. The pain jolts through you like a catalyst, your peak rushing at you; you try to stave it off, try to get Wooyoung there first, but that only makes it chase you faster. The force of it rips through your nerve endings, your nails digging into Wooyoungâs waist as you finally topple over with a ragged cry. Your toes curl almost painfully, body trembling as white-hot sparks fray your senses.
Your eyes try to squeeze shut but you force them open, gasping breathless moans as you stare up at Wooyoung; intent on seeing him succumb before you can fully come down from your own high.
His abdominal muscles flex with tension, his thighs clenching as he threatens to lose his rhythm. You shakily pick up the pace with your hand, sliding over the slick length of his cock. Wooyoung keens and weakly ruts against your strap, keeping constant pressure on your still-twitching cunt. Sanâs fingers wrap around yours, helping you to keep moving while you squirm from the relentless waves rippling through you.
Wooyoung lets out a throttled whine, doubling over as he unravels, spilling a hot and sticky mess all over your fingers and stomach. Your grip on him weakens, but San forces you to keep moving, milking Wooyoung for everything heâs got until heâs shaking uncontrollably on top of you, sobbing out pathetic whimpers.
When San finally takes mercy and lets go, Wooyoung crumples on top of you with a tired moan. The dildo slips out as he burrows himself in your arms, uncaring for the watery strings of cum smeared between your bodies.
âOh fuck⊠that was⊠âs was fucking amazingâŠâ he mumbles, nuzzling against your chest.
You giggle tiredly, running a hand through his sweaty hair. âYes? Did we make a good investment into our future with this one?â
âMhnâŠâ Wooyoung makes a vague noise of affirmation. He seems about ready to pass out, but thereâs still a dazed smile on his face when San tips up his chin. âGood, yeahâŠâ
Sanâs lips curl into a fond smile, chuckling when Wooyoung grouses at being manoeuvred just enough so San can take the harness off of you. He sets the glistening dildo aside for later cleaning, then gives your worn-out cunt an affectionate pat. You whine even at the light touch, but sigh contently when his warm hands massage your sore thighs. Fuck, youâre going to have one hell of a muscle-ache tomorrow.
San grins at your pained expression. âWanted to see Wooyoung ride you, hm?â he teases. âNo other reason for changing that up, Iâm sure.â
âWhat are you insinuating, Choi San?â you grumble, half-heartedly rolling your eyes.
He laughs, continuing to work your aching muscles. âNothing, nothing! Just⊠are you sure you donât want to join me at the gym sometime?â
You make a face at him, at the same time that Wooyoung pipes up, âNu-uh. If you need an extra workout, you can just fuck me some more.â
ââŠThat does sound like a lot more fun than a gym membership,â you accede. âSorry, San.â
San chuckles, shaking his head. âCanât argue with that. Câmon, letâs get that mess cleaned up,â he says, nudging Wooyoung to roll off of from you with a groan.
You take the wet-wipes that San offer you, and clean the dried crusts of cum on Wooyoungâs stomach. His eyes are half-lidded and he hums weakly when you stroke his cheek; you suspect heâll doze off for real soon.
âHm, would be nice if we could find a place that has a bathtube,â you sigh wistfully as you start to clean yourself, yearning for the comfort of a warm soak right now. âThough I guess itâd be hard to find one that fits all three of us.â
âI like that,â San smiles while he tugs a blanket over Wooyoung to make sure he doesnât get cold. âWeâll make it work somehow. We always do.â
âStacked on top of each other?â you suggest playfully.
San pouts. âIâd feel bad for whoever is at the bottom,â he says, utterly earnest â and youâd tease him for it, if your heart didnât burst with affection at his simple, straightforward consideration.
Wooyoung, however, has no such hangups. âThen it has to be you, I guess,â he mumbles with a tired grin.
Sanâs pout intensifies into a sulk, but his face instantly softens when Wooyoung tugs at his and your wrists, wanting you closer. Soon Wooyoung is snuggled up in the middle, embraced from both sides. He groans happily at the gentle kisses San presses against his neck, the featherlight brush of your fingertips over his cheek, your arm slung lazily around him.
You catch Sanâs eyes while Wooyoung dozes off, warmth glowing in your chest at his dimpled smile. He reaches over Wooyoung to rest his hand on your waist, always in need of those little physical threads of connection. You shift your leg to weave another thread, hooking your ankle around his shin. The three of you fitting together perfectly.
âCome on, go talk to him then,â Wooyoung sighs at you in exasperation, one hand on his hip, the other holding a spatula as he waves you off. âYouâve been nosy about him for ages, now you got your chance and youâre in here distracting me instead? No maâam, get your fine ass out there.â
âButââ
Wooyoung gives you no time for excuses, grabbing your shoulders from behind and forcibly ushering you out of the kitchen, to the living area. To San, and to the guy Sanâs talking to.
The ever-illusive, long awaited friend, finally back in town.
Jeong Yunho.
Honestly, you donât even know why youâre nervous about this. Itâs not like Yunho is the first close friend of San and Wooyoung that youâve met; youâve even talked to him before! Just over voice chat, saying âhiâ when San or Wooyoung are gaming with him, but still!
Wooyoungâs photographs have even prepared you for his ridiculously handsome face (seriously, why are all of their friends like this?!), but youâre still caught off guard by his physical presence. Itâs not just his height, though thatâs definitely a factor. Just something about the way he stands in the room, his posture relaxed with an easy confidence. Really, Yunho shouldnât be intimidating; he oozes kindness and reliability, the type of guy who personally makes sure you get home safe after having one drink too many at the bar.
Maybe itâs the glances heâs been casting your way. Something in his thoughtful expression makes you feel like heâs carefully taking your measure. Seizing up if youâre right for his friends.
âŠOr maybe itâs not that deep, and you simply are anxious about making a good impression. After all, this is the guy who helped San to work through his insecurities, and even introduced him to Wooyoung. Without him, youâd never have ended up in this cosy arrangement with them.
While you cautiously go up to him and San, Wooyoung calls out from the kitchenette.
âOi, Sannie, can you help me out with something!â
Oh, that bastard.
You look over your shoulder to fire a glare at Wooyoung, but he just grins back at you. You roll your eyes, sigh out those nerves, and go over to Yunho. San gives you a wink as he walks past, and also gives your ass a light smack. Yeah. Figures.
Yunhoâs big brown eyes shine with curiosity as you approach him.
âSo. Youâre San and Wooyoungâs⊠friend, right?â he says, with the slightly hesitant tone of someone who knows heâs dealing with a square hole but only has round pegs to try and fit in there. âNice to finally meet you in person.â
âYeah, same,â you smile back at him, internally cursing Wooyoung into the special circle of hell reserved for backstabbing traitors. âAnd âfriendâ is not inaccurate, no,â you allow, trying for a shy grin. âWeâre still workshopping it out! The latest idea was that I call the guys my âumbrellasâ, but⊠yeah. Maybe a little more time in the workshop for that one.â
âUmbrellas?â Yunho blinks in confusion, but it only takes a split second before understanding breaks out on his face. âAhh, got it â âWoosanâ.â He giggles, hiding his mouth behind his hand. You canât lie; itâs pretty dang cute. âSan came up with that one, didnât he?â
âHe did!â you giggle with Yunho, the shared laugh helping you to relax. âWas real proud of it too!â
With the discovery of a common ground between you (a penchant for lovingly poking fun at San and Wooyoung), you loosen up and fall into light conversation. His laugh is easy and his jokes are playful, and itâs soon obvious to you why the guys are so attached to him.
Apparently Yunho is coming to a similar conclusion about you, eyeing you with a thoughtful expression.
âYou know, to be honest I was surprised to hear San and Wooyoung wanted to try something with a third. Really surprised,â he chuckles awkwardly, scratching his cheek. âSan was pretty clear he wanted a closed relationship. But⊠yeah. I can see it. Makes sense.â
He nods, and something has softened in his eyes while he talked. Suddenly you have the distinct impression that you werenât wrong for feeling like Yunho was taking your measure.
A small smile curves around your lips at Yunhoâs simple observation, your eyes glancing to the kitchenette where San is âhelpingâ Wooyoung by stealing food and getting in his way. âI mean, none of us really planned for me to stick around like this,â you point out, feeling oddly timid. âWe didnât plan for any of this to shake out this way. It just⊠did.â
Yunho hums in acknowledgement. âYeah, thatâs just how things go sometimes, isnât it,â he says, his smile crooked. âWell, whatever you end up calling this, they seem real happy with how itâs going. If theyâre your umbrellas, whatâd that make you? Their parka?â he teases.
âOh hell no!â you splutter. âVeto, veto! Donât you dare put that idea into their heads, Iâd rather make do without any labels at all, thankyouverymuch!â
âAlright, I wonât!â Yunho giggles again at your indigence, round cheeks lifted by his laugh. âLabel or no label, whichever way works for you, right? And clearly this works.â
You glance at San and Wooyoung again, bubbles of warmth popping in your chest at the sight of them. San has abandoned all pretence at being helpful, his chest pressed against Wooyoungâs back and arms wrapped around his waist, trying to smooch him while Wooyoung is completely focused on the food.
San is the one who sees you watching them first, his cheeks dimpling at you in a soft smile. Wooyoung quickly notices Sanâs attention wandering, but his vaguely offended expression fades when he catches your eye, replaced by a cheeky grin. (Ugh fine, yes his stupid little plan worked.)
âYeah, it works,â you say quietly to Yunho, feeling San and Wooyoungâs affection wrap around you even all the way from the other side of the room. It really does.
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Summary: Jake gets a call in the middle of the night asking for a ride home. But itâs who is asking that makes him worried.
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A/N: Another request knocked out! Currently working on part 2 of Beautiful Stranger and might have plans for continuing this one depending on if you all like it. Thank you so much for reading! -C
You were a little on the tipsy side as you squinted at your phone trying to make out the numbers on it. With them moving as much as they were, it was near impossible to type in a correct phone number. Instead, you opened your contacts and scrolled down to your brotherâs name.
The smart thing to do would be to call him for a ride, but the more drunk side of you could only think about the nagging you would get on the way home and probably the month following. So, you scrolled up and down your contacts deciding on who would be the lucky winner to receive a call at 1 in the morning.
Jake groaned as he heard his phone going off. He blindly reached for it and squinted at the bright screen, trying to decipher who the hell would be calling at this hour. He had to be up in a few hours to get ready for another day of trying to get through the near impossible assignment, so unless it was an emergency, he was ignoring it.
The number that flashed on his screen wasnât one he had seen before. He almost wrote it off as a wrong number or another spam call, but something told him to answer it. The area code was one he knew and a call this late on a Saturday might mean something is going on. So, instead of rolling over and enjoying the few hours of sleep he had left, he answered the mystery number.
âSeresin.â
âOh shit! Thatâs the Jake thatâs in this phone? Why would he put that number in here?â The voice was female and sounded somewhat familiar but was clearly drunk.
âSorry to disappoint. Who is this?â Jake was kicking himself for answering it now, having the person insult him within two seconds of talking.
âAh. Look, you have to promise not to tell my brother anything. Like pinkly swear and everything.â Jake was too tired to entertain childish requests, but the first part of the statement finally sunk in. The only one on the team who had a sister near base was Bradley. Fuck.
âY/N? Is that you?â He needed the confirmation before freaking out. What did she do that warranted keeping her brother in the dark?
âI am not answering that question until you promise me.â He sat up in bed, turning on the lamp next to him. There was no way this wasnât her.
âAlright. I promise I wonât tell him right now. Can you tell me whatâs going on?â He was hoping she was too drunk to catch how he promised.
âFine. Iâm at this bar with my friend and I played wingman a little too well and she left with this guy. I mean good for her. She just got over this really bad breakup and needed to get laid.â Jake had gotten out of bed and put the phone on speaker as he got dressed. Something told him he was going to have to pick you up from somewhere. Thatâs if you managed to stop getting sidetracked.
âAnyway, I have this thing about not liking to get in Ubers by myself and itâs a long ass walk back to my apartment.â Jake had grabbed his keys at this point and was walking out the door.
âWhere are you? Iâm on my way.â He turned on his truck and waited for a response.
âShoot. Well, we started at one place and now this is place three. No place four. You know what, let me ask because I have no idea.â Jake sighed and shook his head. He had heard stories from Bradley about his younger sister and how reckless you were. Or at least thatâs the way he described you. He always kept you on a tight leash, trying his hardest to keep you out of trouble.
But Jake thought you just wanted to have some fun. One of his sisters went through a phase like this and it was best to keep a close eye on them but never push them. For reasons like this.
You told him the name of the bar and he was on his way. âIâll be there in about 15 minutes. Are you okay to wait inside for me?â
âYeah, thatâs fine. I need to finish this water anyway.â Jake told you to call if something came up but he shouldnât be long.
It wasnât but 5 minutes later his phone started ringing again. He saved your number as Baby Bradshaw, knowing that this probably wouldnât be the last time you called him.
âYes maâam?â
âAre you close?â As casual as you tried to sound, Jake could hear a slight bit of urgency.
âFive minutes away. Everything alright?â The hesitation that followed his question told him everything he needed to know. But he waited for your response before he pushed the issue further.
âUmm, itâs probably nothing. Just this guy by the bar keeps giving me this look and itâs making me feel a bit uncomfortable. But Iâm also drunk and a tiny bit paranoid.â Jake pushed the accelerator down a bit further, breaking a few laws in order to get to you faster. He wasn't going to be blamed for getting the youngest Bradshaw in trouble.
âIâve always been told to listen to your gut.â He heard the hum on the other end of the line as he blew through a red light.
âMy gut is telling me they want tacos.â Jake couldnât stop the laugh that came out.
âWe can get you tacos on the way home, sweetheart. Now do me a favor and stand where a lot of people can see you. People like security or a bouncer. Can you do that for me?â He heard you hum again.
âSlight problem. He is following me now.â Jakeâs heart started to beat faster and knew he needed to get there now.
âShit. What did Bradley say. Thumb out, use your knuckles.â He shook his head trying to figure out what the hell you were saying. But it clicked a second too late.
âNo donât-â He heard commotion on the other line and parked his truck right outside the bar. Flying out the door, he nearly ran into you as you were standing by the entrance with a bouncer blocking a guy with blood running from his nose from getting close to you.
Jake grabbed you before you could get around the bouncer and pulled you outside. âI told you to stay the hell away from me, you creep!â You were yelling at the guy all the way outside, letting him know you werenât to be messed with. He wanted to go back in there and show the guy what happens when you mess with innocent people, but he knew leaving your side wouldnât be for the best.
When the two of you were next to his truck, Jake let go and looked you over. Your face had a red tint to it from what he assumed had just happened, but besides that you looked to be in one piece. That was until he saw your eyes start to water.
He put a hand under your chin and lifted your head up. âHey, hey. Whatâs wrong, sweetheart?â
You sniffed a few times and wiped the tear that managed to escape. âBradley didnât say how much it hurts to hit someone.â
Jake bit back a smile and looked down at your hand. While it was a bit red and would surely bruise tomorrow, it didnât look too bad.
âHe probably didnât think you would ever have to do that. Why donât we get you back home and you can tell me what happened.â He watched you nod your head and opened his passenger door for you, closing it when you were in.
He waited a few minutes after you were on the road before asking questions. âWant to tell me why you called me instead of your brother?â
You shook your head at the question. âHave you met my brother? It would be nonstop nagging for God knows how long. Anyone else seemed like the better option.â You paused as you remembered exactly who you were with.
âI will say I didnât expect him to put your name in my phone. He seems to have a strong dislike for you.â Jake smirked at what you had said and shrugged his shoulders.
âHe probably knew I had sisters and would do anything to make sure they were alright. Regardless on who they were related to.â You thought this over and nodded your head. It wasnât long until the next question came.
âWhat happened at the bar?â You felt his eyes on you and knew he was more concerned than curious.
âThe guy I told you was giving me weird looks ended up following me to the door. He stopped me and tried to grab my hand and even though I pulled it away, he kept coming at me. I donât know, I guess I just felt like I needed to do something to stop him.â You missed the way Jakeâs hands tightened on the steering wheel or the clench in his jaw.
âHe was lucky I was 30 seconds behind, or he wouldâve gotten more than a broken nose.â You looked over and saw how serious he was. A look your brother wore all too often.
âHow long until you tell bird boy what happened?â Jakes eyes caught yours and you saw the conflict in them.
âIf I was him, I would want to know something happened to my sister. But I will at least drop you off before I call him. Keep your phone on silent and say you fell asleep. That way you can push it off until he gets off tomorrow.â He heard your sigh but that was the end of that.
It was silent in the car until he heard you say, âIâm not as stupid as my brother makes me out to be.â Stupid was never a word he would have used to describe you. A little carefree maybe, but you knew what you were doing.
âI see someone who wants to have a little fun in their life while they can. Nothing wrong with that.â He glanced over to you to see you playing with your injured hand.
âYouâre not as bad as they make you out to be either. Besides my brother, not many people would come and get me when they have to be up soon.â Jake held back a wince when he saw the time. A coffee run in the morning would be needed. Maybe he could talk Natasha into picking him up some from that place she always went to.
He pulled into your apartment complex and parked as close to your building as he could.
âHey, sweetheart. You can call me anytime you need help, okay? I know your brother and I are not on great terms, but I know he would help me out when family is involved.â You gave him a small smile and thanked him for the ride.
He waited until you closed the door before he backed out of the parking lot, trying to figure out what he was going to say to Bradley. It was nearing 2am and calling him was oit of the question. So, he sent a simple text.
Hey man. Your sister called a random number in her contacts tonight and didnât realize it was me. She needed a safe ride home and that exactly what I did. We can talk about it more at base, but wanted to let you know she is safe. -Hangman
He went to put his phone down when a text popped up. He prayed Bradley wasnât awake, wanting to push the rest of that conversation off. But instead, it was baby Bradshaw with the text You never got me tacos.
Jake laughed out loud replying that he owes you some in the near future. With a spitfire attitude that you had, Jake saw the two of you becoming good friends. Thatâs if Bradley didnât lock you up after tonightâs events.
A/N: Not too sure how I felt about this one but thinking about doing a Jake and Y/N friend series. Thoughts? Likes or dislikes? Thank you for reading!
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First Encounter Part 6
Warning:Marcus still onđŻ,Rated R language here and theređ€Ź,Taking Birth Controlđ(Itâs for the plot donât start blowing up my comment section,I got yâall đ)in and out of readers pov,youâll understand once you start readingđ
Previous Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6
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Entering your bedroom your eyes peer around every surface, searching for your black furry baby." Midnight, baby where are you!" you said wondering where he couldâve gone, while you were......handling business in the shower.Â
 After scavenging through your bed sheets and closet you place your hands on your hips, letting out a huff in frustration.Â
 Crossing your arms, you look back at Armando, who is just now exiting the bathroom, towel still wrapped low on his hips, bringing out his v-line. Shaking your head you look away asking him what he did with your baby. "Promise me you want get mad, princess.â he said scratching the back of his head with a hesitant expression.Â
Eyes twitching you reply, "The fuck you do with my baby." Before you could drill in on him, he walks over and grabs your hands attempting to calm you down. "He's okay, he started meowing loud, so I assumed he was hungry." Relaxing a bit, you remove your hands from his and make your way towards the kitchen anxiously.Â
âFor your sake, he better be fine!â you said, walking to his bowl, but stopping at the sight before you, mouth dropping open. "He's fine,Y/N all I did was give it a little foo-â pausing mid-sentence, Armando lets out a surprise laugh, at the sight before him.Â
Your poor baby peaked up at you two, little face saturated, in what looked like milk or tuna. Watching as he returns back to eating his food, Armando says, "See princess, I told you he was okay.âÂ
Turning to give Armando a glare, you point down at your baby, "Does he look okay to you!" As if on cue, Midnight lays down beside his bowl, looking as high as a kite, little belly full to compacity. Bursting out in laughter, all Armando could do was smile at the scene before him.Â
 "Since you think itâs so Goddamn funny, you clean it up!â you say smacking his arm, while making your way back to the room to get dressed. Hearing him laugh louder only caused you to smack your lips, in disbelief.Â
With Armando in the kitchen cleaning up the mess he caused, you began to moisturize your body, knowing that you'll become ashy without it. Throwing on the clothes you set out, you make your way over to the restroom, to pick up, y'all discarded clothes.Â
After putting the clothes in a dirty hamper, you looked around in the small shelf above it, in search of your birth control. "I need to make sure, I donât bring, no baby into this messy situation." you mumble to yourself. Spotting the box, you examined it to make sure, the pills havenât expired.Â
 Shrugging when you see that itâs only, a few weeks passed the expiration date, you take one, mentally making a note to by a fresh box. Exiting the bathroom you see, Armando chilling on your bed, with your now clean baby, who looked like it was in a food coma. Chuckling to yourself, as you walked over to your dresser, you say, "Remind me to never leave you, in charge of my baby ever again.âÂ
As you pulled out clothes for Armando he laughs,â Yeah, I think that would be smart to do,âhe said grabbing the shirt and sweats you set on the bed. Slipping on the clothes you gave him, he asked, "Hey, where did you put those pair of pants, I had on?" Raising your eyebrows, you point to the restroom saying, it in the dirty hamper. As Armando walks over to the bathroom, you head to the living room in search of your phone.Â
After finding it, your eyes widen by all the messages popping up on the screen, some from Kelly and Dorn, but majority are from your father. Looking at the most recent text your dad sent, you gasped covering your mouth.Â
Y/N, BABY PLEASE DONâT GIVE ME NO LOWREY GRANDBABIES, I DONâT THINK I CAN SURVIVE THREE OF THEM!!!!!  Â
Sent at 8:15 pm from Candy Killer đđŽđ
*Buzz*
GIRL, DIDNâT I TELL YOU TO NOT GET INVOLVE WITH HIM!   Â
Has it been that long since Rafe!?!Â
Sent at 8:16pm from Sleeping Beauty đžđ»đžđ»đžđ»
*Buzz*
Scratch what I said earlier this is the fastest I EVER seen you, give in for some dick.........Iâm taking you to my therapist immediately!!!!!!!!!!!!  Â
Sent at 8:18pm from Prince Charmingđ«
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Turning your phone off of silent mode,you watch as a text pop up from Mike, almost making you drop your phone.Â
*Ding*
BRING YALL NASTY ASSSESS BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!!!! Â
Sent at 8:20 pm from Money Mike đžđžđžđž
Quickly making your way back to the room, you grabbed your duffel bag and picked up your baby while, yelling for Armando.Â
Hearing the small commotion Armando walks back into your bedroom, picture from earlier placed in his pocket as he looked at your nervous expression. "What's going on? "He says lost by your sudden urgency to leave. Â
Not saying anything you just passed Armando your phone, while making your way to the door, trailing behind you he stares at the phone with amusement as he reads some of the messages popping up. âThis is what got you all frantic, Y/N and Whatâs up with these contact names?â he said smirking as he sees you turn around with a bewilder look. Â
"The Caller Id names should be the least of your worries.You havenât been around my father long enough to see him, freak out. One time he thought Mike was sleeping with my mom during a case, where they had to switch identities and he flipped the fuck out.... Climbing all on the house and shit......peeking through windows......and breaking the pool we had at the time.â
 Pausing at the door to catch your breath you give Armando a serious look, "I know you probably seen some crazy things, since you used to be in the Cartel but seeing the Marcus Burnett freak the fuck out is a whole level of craziness......especially when he finds out that you had sex with his daughter.â
Grabbing your keys, you make your way to the elevator lowkey scared of whatâs to come, closing and locking your door Armando follows after you, eyebrows screwed in thought.Â
âHey, it takes two to tango, princess and plus like you said Iâve seen and done some crazy shit in my life so far. I think I can handle your dad throwing a tantrum about his precious little girlâ he said sarcastically.Â
âOkay, I tried to warn you." shrugging you enter the elevator pressing the floor level button. Following behind you Armando enters as well back leaning against the elevator wall, in thought.Â
âHeâs not gonna freak out that bad, is he?â he said becoming concern from your earlier response.Â
Getting no reply from you, had his mind racing, with worry and anxiety. Â
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After sending you another text of disappoint, Kelly throws a look to Dorn who seems to be doing the same things, but with a childish smirk.Â
Right before she could walk over to scold him, for whatever dumb thing he sent you, she is grabbed by Marcus, who is still freaking out.Â
Holding Kelly captive Marcus continue to sputter nonsense, which only left Kelly more discombobulated. Viewing the scene before him made Mike irritated and annoyed at his partner behavior. Â
Fed up he walks over breaking the hold he had on Kelly, (which she greatly appreciates), pointing at Marcus, Mike says "Enough with the Bullshit!âÂ
âNO! Mike, you donât understand...Y/N...my baby girl.... has actually gotten with a âBad boyâ and the worst part is heâs your son. Itâs Deja vu,all over again, first my little sister, now this......WHAT THE FUCK IS IN THAT LOWREY BLOOD! " Marcus says crying against Mike arm becoming hysterical.Â
Rolling his already stressed filled eyes, all Mike does is pat his back, while saying with a smirk, "Most be some good shit since, you Burnetts canât keep away from us.âÂ
Pulling away from Mikes embrace Marcus glares at him, "The fuck is that supposed to mean, âpausing Marcus throws his hands up in surrender, "You know what Mike donât answer it.... I need to pray these evil spirits away.âÂ
âYou know what Marcus,go do that, I'll be outside, creating a plan to get my wife back. Who should be my priority right now, not your whining ass!" tired of dealing with his tantrum Mike walks back outside, with Dorn and Kelly quickly leaving with him as well.Â
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Pulling up beside the AMMO van, you sigh as you put the car in park, nerves starting to get the best of you. Eyes peering over to Armando, you see him staring through the window in thought, probably thinking about whatâs to come.Â
Reaching across the console you grab his hand giving it a soft squeeze, "Penny for your thoughts?" Hearing him release a chuckle, he looks up at you smiling slightly, "Don't play you already know, what Iâm thinking about baby," pausing he looks at you with unease before saying, "Is your dad really gonna wig out over this?âÂ
Watching his face turn into unease almost made you laugh, but you kept it in, "In all honestly, yes......but heâs probably going to go off on me, more than you." Seeing him visibly relax at your words made, you laugh, as you turned the car off.Â
Getting out the car you said, "Just in case though, I would probably hide behind me or your dad!" Leaving from the car as well Armando face screws up, in confusion, "But you just said heâll attack you more than me!âÂ
Shaking your head you smile widely, "I did but if you havenât noticed by now, he likes to go after the biggest opponent!â Pausing to pick up Midnight and your duffel bag, you look up to see that Armando has moved to your side of the car, hand grabbing the bag from you, swinging it over his right shoulder.Â
âAnd in this moment, it's you.â you say making your way over to the others who are talking on the dock. Armando stood there thinking about what you just said, but snapping out of it when you start walking away. Following behind you Armandos face falls back to its usual nonchalant look, as you walk up to the group.Â
Dorn is the first to see you guys approaching, but before he could say anything Mike cuts in "Glad to see yâall horny assess made it back!" eyes run over yâall bodies picking up, on the change of clothes, but once he looks at your neck, he shakes his head in disbelief. Â
âI could care less if you guys fool around but yâall couldnât wait until after we rescued my wife.......MATTER FACT.......HELL YOU JUST MET TODAY!!!!â All you could do was nod your head in shame, while listening to Mike rant, although you donât regret what you did, you couldâve chosen a different time.Â
As you open your mouth to apologize, Mike silence you with a look, "I donât want to hear a half as apology Y/N, all I want from you right now is to go deal with your dramatic ass Daddy.......he been giving me a headache since y'all left.âÂ
Biting your lip so you wouldnât laugh, you send Armando a small smile, as you make your way towards the house. Brown eyes following your retreating figure, he hears his father clearing his throat, causing him to looking back at the group.
He notices everyone staring him down with theyâre arms crossed, even Lockwood traitorous ass, was looking at him sideways.Â
Sensing his son getting annoyed by the different looks he was receiving , Mike pulls Armando aside to have a little âtalk' with him.
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Walking into the house you see your father sitting on the couch, with his eyes closed. Confused you close the door silently behind you, while cautiously making your way towards him. Opening his eyes Marcus, stares you down as you sit there in silence, obviously waiting for him to say something.Â
âY/N.â your father says calmly while watching you hold Midnight against your chest.
Observing him as his gaze shift up to your heavily marked neck, you hesitantly whisper yes, waiting for your fathers response. "Did you at least use protection?â he says eyes still staring hard at your neck, biting your lip, you shake your head no, shifting slightly as you wait for his reaction anxiously.Â
Nodding his head, he places his hands together eyes no longer gazing at your neck angrily, as he bounces his right leg against the floor.Â
âI took a birth control pill tho,so you donât have to worry about no LOWREY grandbabies." you said letting out a laugh, but clearing your throat instead when he gives you a blank look.âY/N....you my youngest daughter and I love you......but do you truly believe......and I mean......TRULY believe.... that a damn pill stands a chance against LOWREY DNA!!!âÂ
Shocked by his words you say, "What?âÂ
Shaking his head in disappointment he says, "I donât know who ass to beat....... yours or the future father of my unborn grandchild!â Â
Tired of your father antics, you smack his arm to get his attention, "The ONLY grandbaby you getting from me, is right hear against my chest...stop worrying yourself to death. And last I checked Daddy I'm a grown woman,you canât go around whooping my ass,when I do something, you disagree with.âÂ
Snapping his head up to you he stands up, pointing down at your stomach, "That baby just saved your life cuz who the hell you think you talking to like that,Y/N!âÂ
Rolling your eyes in frustration, you sat Midnight down as you stand up and yell, "For the last time Iâm NOT PREGNANT WITH A LOWREY BABY and Iâm talking to you!âÂ
Watching your father head look around the room, before pointing at himself he says, "That disrespect most come from your momma side of the family,cuz Iâll be DAMN,if I sit here and tolerate it. Fine your ass not pregnant, I'll take your word for it but the minute and I mean the second I start dreaming about some Damn FISH! Iâm whooping somebodies ASS!âÂ
Laughing at your father foolishness, you say, "Okay, fine I fucked up tonight but canât you discipline me another time, Christine needs are help right now, and Mike needs his partner, not a concerned father.âÂ
Giving your father a smile, you watch as he stares at you in thought, before rolling his eyes, "Yeah, we can drop it for now......besides I already forgiven you.â Pausing you analyze his body language, knowing that he usually doesnât just forgive people so easily,especially when it comes to a situation like this.Â
Widening your eyes, you make your way over to your purse that you left there, mouth dropping once you couldnât find what you were looking for, eyes tearing up, you return your gaze to his not so regretful ones,Â
"YOU ATE MY SKITTLES!âÂ
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Authors Note:Sorry it took so long to post part 6,Iâve been receiving a few message about the Spanish translations for Armandoâs dialogue,in previous chapters.And Yâall Google did me Dirty,but the problem is fixed nowđđđ,thank yâall for letting me know.Iâll stick to writing his parts in English for now onđ.
I ainât gonna lie yâall this chapter is more like an appetizer instead of a meal.Stay tuned for part 7,thođđđ
âŹïžAlso,this how our baby,was looking in that Kitchenđand RIP SKITTLES you didnât stand a chanceđđđ
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can you see the stars in your dreams (and do they have a lot to say about me) - Part 5
Or: a secret Admirer AU
PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4
Eddieâs just dropped his response in the requested copy of Romeo and Juliet. Heâd looked furtively around the library, trying to see if anyone was paying him an abnormal level of attention.
No one even looks up.
Thereâs a mousy girl in the corner reading a comic book, some band girl muttering to herself as she frantically pulls books off the shelf, and Nancy Wheeler writing, fast enough that Eddieâs surprised the lead of her pencil doesnât snap clean off.
Could it be her?
Eddie squints at her, trying to look past her frizzy hair and prissy face to what must be hidden underneath. Before he finds any clarity, she looks up from the page in front of her, already scowling before she meets Eddieâs gaze.
Eddie startles, damn-near sprinting out of the library, his smokerâs lungs wheezing hard enough to damn-near expel themselves from his lungs.
No way in hell is it Wheelerâsheâs way too scary, and besides, no oneâs ever accused her of being an athlete. That band girl, maybe? She looked feisty enough to kick ass at organized sports-ball.
The secretâs burning a hole through his heart and he wants, no, needs, to tell someone.
Eddie feels deranged with it, almost manic as he rushes to find someone, anyone, he can talk to. Hell, right now heâd take Hagan if he didnât think the dude would punch him in the face.
Luckily, he smacks into Gareth before anything gets that dire. The kidâs obviously rushing through the parking lot to catch the bus before it leaves without him, stranding him at the school before the weekend can truly start.
âDudeââ he stutters out as Eddie latches onto both of his shoulders and begins shaking him about. âWhat the hellâs wrong with you?â
Gareth smacks him off, and Eddie stumbles back, almost buzzing with the frenetic energy built up from weeks of getting love letters in his locker and not being able to tell a soul. Eddie grabs onto him again and just keeps shaking, lest his soul quiver right out of his body. âI canât keep it in anymore, man,â Eddie says, and he can tell from the bug-eyed look on the other boyâs face that heâs not picking up what Eddieâs putting down. âIâve gotten four letters, Gare-Bear, four!â
He enunciates the last word with an even harder shake until Eddie can hear his teeth clack together. Gareth makes an unholy noise, like a cat submerged in bathwater, and damn-near claws Eddieâs face off in his attempts to get away. Eddie ends up standing in the parking lot, still holding the shoulders of Garethâs flannel up despite there no longer being a body in it.
âAnd each one is sweeter than the last!â Eddie cries, maliciously dropping the flannel into a puddle.
Gareth squawks, bending down to scoop his outerwear up from the ground and twist it until some of the water sops out of it and back to the pavement from whence it came. Heâs not looking at Eddie at all. God, he knew he should have picked Doug.
âSo, why are you telling me about it?â Gareth gripes.
Left unspoken, but patently obvious between them, is that Jeff, Eddieâs usual secret keeper, is entirely absent. Eddie twirls one of his own curls, bringing it up to shield the blush thatâs no doubt blooming on his face as he admits, âJeff would make fun of me.â
Besides, Jeffâs been weird all day, eyes darting away from Eddieâs like heâs got some sort of disease that might be catching.
He doesnât want to talk to Jeff right now.
Giving it up as a bad job, Gareth slings his sopping flannel over one shoulder with the beleaguered sigh of a single mother and finally meets Eddieâs eyes.
âDude,â he says, voice that of someone delivering a deadly blow. âIâm going to make fun of you.â
Eddie can feel himself pouting, does absolutely nothing to try to stop it as he mutters, âknew I shouldâve confided in Hagan,â too quietly for Gareth to hear.
âNow, where are these stupid letters?â
Eddie throws his hands up and takes two showily large steps back as he declares, âwell, Iâm not going to show you now!â
âOh, Jeff,â Gareth calls, all sing-songy and sly.
Eddie lunges forward to slam his palm over Garethâs mouth even though Jeff had disappeared from the school long ago. With his hands so close already, heâs hard-pressed to stop himself from wringing Garethâs scrawny neck.
Before he knows it, Eddie finds himself settled in his room, the letters strewn about Eddieâs unmade bed.
Gareth reads them all; he laughs at all the parts that are sweetest, and despite being born an only child, Eddie can feel himself developing one hell of a Cain instinct. Maybe Cain was actually a cool guy, and Abel drove him to it with his incessant wheedling.
Eddie wouldnât know; heâs never read the bible.
âDude, sheâs a jock?â Gareth asks, peering down at the letter with a level of glee Eddieâs never seen on the other boyâs face.
âYou kiss your mother with that mouth?â Eddie asks, taking sadistic enjoyment in the way Garethâs nose wrinkles with disgust. He ripsâgently!âthe letter out of Garethâs hands and gathers them all back together, intent to hide them from any more prying eyes.
âI was reading that!â
âGirls can do sports,â Eddie replies snootily, tucking the letters away beneath his pillow. âAnd besides, thereâs always cheerleaders.â
All that does is make Gareth start laughing again. âYou think you can bag a cheerleader?â
He raises his hand threateningly, one wrong word from smacking that look off his face, the way Eddieâs dad had always threatened. âDo you want to walk home?â Eddie demands.
Eddieâs doubtful it was the threat that got Gareth to stop laughingâthey both know theyâll spend the rest of the evening eating stale cereal and watching whateverâs on TV before falling asleep in Eddieâs small bedâbut the silence is still welcome.
It lasts a solid three seconds before Gareth asks, âyouâre not afraid itâs all a joke?â
Eddieâs going to kill him.
***
The dayâs been long despite Steve, Chrissy, and Jeff all skipping first period. Still, nothing could stop him from taking precious time out of his weekend to pick up any notes Eddie might have written.
Itâs becoming normal now, to skulk behind Chrissy through the library as she picks up notes. Whatâs that saying about the third time being a pattern? And there, tucked reverently into a copy of Romeo and JulietâChrissyâs idea, not hisâis an envelope with Secret Admirer written across it in bold, cursive font. Like Eddieâd gone out and gotten a quill and ink pot just for the occasion.
The inkâs so black, it still looks wet, but when Steve caresses the letters, they donât even smudge. They both stare down at it where itâs still clutched between Chrissyâs fingers. Chrissy, ever the good friend, waits for his next move.
âWant to come over?â he asks, tired of impersonal whispers in quiet libraries. He wants a girlâs night, the way he and Carol used to before sheâd started dating Tommy and everything had gotten so stilted. âI can paint your nails.â
Chrissy doesnât even hesitate. Sheâs beaming as she puts the envelope carefully into her book bag, grabs his arm, and drags him out of the room.
She doggedly follows his car all the way home to his big empty house, her headlights beaming light and warmth straight into his heart.
The porch lightâs on in front of his house, a beacon leading him home from his rapidly darkening driveway. He always leaves it on, something about its cheerful light making his dark house seem more welcoming, even more so now that heâs got a friend parking her car right behind his.
Heâs glad not to get run out of town, but more than that, heâs grateful that it was all just a mistake, that he doesnât need to let another friendship fizzle out into nothing.
âAre your parents home?â she asks as she bounces out of her car and up to his side.
âAlmost never,â Steve replies, not turning back to her, unwilling to see the expression on her face as he leads her to the front door and ushers her inside once itâs unlocked.Â
He slides his shoes off, and she copies his movements before following him up the stairs. They settle onto his bed, and heâs tempted to make a wise-crack about what boyfriends and girlfriends usually do in beds, but heâs a little afraid she might slap him, so all he says is, âdid you bring it?â
Chrissy rolls her eyes, âof course I brought it.â
Sheâs already made herself comfortable laying on her stomach, but she dutifully reaches toward the ground to rifle through her bag and pull the envelope thatâs been burning a hole in it free. Steve descends on it like a drowning man on land.
He lays on his stomach beside her, tempted to kick his feet and twirl his hair as he slots his finger into the envelope and opens it with the precision born from years of practice opening his parentsâ mail.
Itâs only as he pulls the tab open that he notices itâs not an envelope at all. Eddie had cleverly folded the note heâd written into the shape of an envelope, tucking the tab into it to keep it closed. He smooths the creases out and devours the words.
      Secret Admirer,
      I want to learn everything about youâ the color of your eyes, how your lips curve when you smile, how soft your hands are, the sound of your laughter. But more than that, I want to know what you love, along with all of your deepest wants and needs. Youâve piqued my curiosity with your scant answers. I canât help but want more.
      Unfortunately, thereâs not enough room on the page for the unrelenting number of questions flooding my mind. I know the point of being a secret admirer is that itâs a secret, but I hope that if you really do like me, you wonât stay secret for long.
      I came up with a game I think could be fun! Iâve filled mine out already, for you to keep. Recopy it onto a separate sheet and return it with your next note. That way I get to keep your answers and you can have mine. I also wrote little notes on the back for some of them. I couldnât help myself.
      Yours,
      Eddie
And there, tucked behind the envelope is a notecard, Eddieâs usual sloppy handwriting covering it with that same, black ink. But heâs circled his answers in red, and added little numbers next to some of them.
      ||Rock or Pop 1 || Board Games or Sports Games 2 || Early Bird or Night Owl || Reading Or TV || Big Spoon or Little Spoon 3 || Outer Space or The Ocean 4 || Art or History || Alcohol or Weed 5 || Cats or Dogs || Holding Hands or First Kiss 6 || Winter or Summer || Grease or Star Wars || Gold or Silver || Halloween or New Yearâs Eve || Vampires or Werewolves 7 || Drive-In or Movie Theater || Back Seat or Under the Bleachers 8 || Cuddling or Dancing || Slides or Swings 9 ||
Steve flips it over and finds more little numbers in red, each with a corresponding blurb.
      1. Pop is fun if youâre into that, but nothing beats a good guitar riff.
      2. I know youâre into sports, sweetheart, but come on, board games are the obvious winner.
      3. If you prefer being the big spoon, Iâm willing to compromise <3
      4. If you pick the ocean, then youâre braver than me! Thatâs a body of water you canât even see the bottom of! How are you cool with that?
      5. If you know me, and it really seems like you do, then my answer here is obvious.
      6. I bet youâve got really nice hands, sweetheart. Would love to feel them in mine someday.
      7. Werewolves are cool, too, but come on, vampires fit my aesthetic way better.
      8. Under the bleachers would probably be cool, too, but my vanâs a lot warmer (does that count as a backseat?)
      9. I was always that kid who would go down the slide and pretend there was a dragon chasing me, what about you?
Steve smiles down at the card and all the secrets it holds.
âAww, thatâs so cute!â Chrissy says.
Steve, for the first time, gets the inexplicable urge to hide Eddieâs words behind his hands. He doesnât because that would be insane, and also sheâs already seen it. So, all he says is, âhelp me respond?â
She does.
      Eddie â
      I donât love like you do, not so easily and with my whole heart. But I love my best friend, and I like a whole lot moreâhopefully thatâs enough.
      Iâm just as greedy for answers as you are. I want to write all your answers down on flash cards, study them like you might test me on them. If you do, Iâm determined to get an A+.
      I hope my own answers satisfy, even if they donât include my face, my smile, or my name. But my eyes? Theyâre brown, but nowhere near as pretty as yours. I could fall into your eyes and die happy.
      Yours, Always,
      Your Secret Admirer
      P.S. This time, put your reply in The Anatomy and Physiology textbook, right next to the diagram of the human heart.
Chrissy tears up at the bit about his best friend, but luckily doesnât comment, just keeps spinning his yarn into gold. She dutifully re-writes the answer card as well, letting Steve circle his own answers with her pretty pink pen as she peers over her shoulder.
âItâs kind of funny how many of your answers are opposites,â Chrissy says, once theyâre done.
Steve frowns, staring between both cards. Sheâs right; between all the questions, theyâve got three in common: they both chose holding hands over first kisses, drive-ins over movie theaters, and cuddling over dancing.
Itâs not much to build a relationship on.
âYeah, funny,â Steve replies, trying for chill but his voice comes out all wrong.
âSteve?â Chrissy asks, sounding hesitant herself now. âNone of that matters, you know that right?â
Steve doesnât respond; heâs too busy looking between each filled-out card, debating whether changing some of his answers might be for the best.
As if she can sense his thoughts, Chrissy snatches them both from his hands.
âHey!â
He goes to snatch them back, but sheâs pushed them behind her, glare fierce enough to give him pause. âNone of that matters,â she says, voice firm. âYou really think whether you like gold or silver better is a deal-breaker for a relationship?â
Sheâs right, thatâs not whatâs doomed this whole thing before itâs even startedâitâs Steve. Steve, whoâs a boy, and a jock, and not very bright.
Heâs always the problem.
âYou hear me, Steve?â Chrissy asks. Sheâs leaning toward him now, eyes blazing with a conviction he doesnât quite understand. âYouâre perfect just the way you are, okay?â
His throatâs all clogged up so he just nods, looking down at her hands where theyâre clutching tightly enough to his comforter that the beds of her nails turn pink, and her knuckles bleach white.
Sheâs got thin, pretty fingers, and jagged nails. These are the hands that can write letters Eddie will want to read; itâs got nothing to do with silver, or gold, or any of that shit.
Itâs Steve.
âDid you really want to paint my nails?â Chrissy asks, biting her lip and not meeting his eyes.
Steveâs up off the bed in an instant, ready for the distraction sheâs handed him. He rifles around in the bathroom and comes back with a crate of nail polish which he immediately shoves into her chest with enough gusto that she makes a little oof! noise.
âPick your poison,â Steve says, watching as her eyes grow wider with every new color she picks up.
âYou have so many,â she breathes, touching the small glass bottles almost reverently before picking up a pale pink color that suits her. âWhat about this one?â
She looks so unsure, like his opinion on her choice of nail polish is the most important thing in the world. Steveâs heart squeezes beneath his ribcage. ââcourse, Chris.â
He settles onto the bed, legs criss-crossed. He waits for Chrissy to match his pose before grabbing her hand. She curls her fingers into a fist, a breath shuddering out of her before she forces her hand back open.
Steve doesnât comment on the ragged state her nails are in. He just grabs a nail file from the crate and smooths them down as best he can. He buffs her nails out before finally grabbing her chosen color and gives the bottle a shake.
The first coat goes on quick, Chrissy watching each flick of the brush like itâs fascinating.
âYouâre really good at this,â she says, sounding shocked.
Steve presses her hands down on the bed to keep them still as the first coat dries. âThanks,â he replies, still not looking up at her. âI used to do Carolâs like every week.â
Thereâs a silence in the room now that feels one step to the left of stilted. He doesnât know what to do about it, so he picks up her hand and blows on the nails like that will speed anything up at all.
âCan I do yours next?â
At that, Steve finally looks up from Chrissyâs nails to meet her eyes. Sheâs biting her lip, cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment.
âDo you want to?â Steve asks.
No oneâs ever painted his nails before, not even Carol. But in the face of Chrissyâs earnest, nervous expression, he canât say no.
Thatâs how he finds himself at school on Monday with bright yellow nail polish painted on each of his fingers, the edges already chipped from where he couldnât stop himself from picking at it.
No one says a thing.
PART 6
#koko's steddie secret admirer au#steddie#my fic#I did my best with the formatting of the letter on his one lol#tumblr is Not helping with it so :shrugs:
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so, since I got all the achievements, here's how to get all the achievements and endings on "a date with death" under the cut!
ALL ENDINGS:
ending 1, semi bad ending. It's honestly the fastest to get. Choose whatever answer you want for the first two days, but during the soul connection on day 3, choose the panicked options as in: âGrim⊠maâmaybe this is a bad ideaâŠâ, and then âI⊠I think somethingâs wrong⊠this doesnât feel rightâŠâ, then âPlease⊠stopâŠâ. The story will finish and you'll get the achievement.
ending 2, you lose the bet (bad ending). Be distant and dismissive, and pick more negative choices throughout the game, donât water your plant on any of the days. don't open the window to get the flowers until it's your only choice when he shows up with the bouquet, then on day 6 choose: âVaguely, yeah.â just before the first call, and âI donât mind. Iâll take the sickness. The taint.â. The story will go on and you'll get the achievement.
ending 3, you win the bet. Be flirty all the way through, do your worst girlie, on day 6 choose: âYou really know how to sweep me off my feet.â, âYouâre cute. Cute and stupid.â and âHow do I stop? What if I give it all away?!â. Once the story is completed you'll get the achievement and a super cute CGI of Grim.
ending 4, dual reapers. Since it's the DLC ending, it doesn't give you an achievement. If you decide to buy it, just choose DLC choices throughout the game, you'll recognise them immediately because there's a â
next to them, for example: "Do you like me, Casper? â
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ending 5, wedding. As soon as you suggest what's going to happen if he loses the bet, choose "Your hand in marriage." Joke about a wedding if given the change within the next day. On day 5, choose: âWant to meet the in-laws, Grim?â, and on day 6, choose: âI feel touched!â, and then, âHow about a shotgun wedding?â
ALL ACHIEVEMENTS
First Chance at Death: this achievement will pop up as soon as you are finished creating your MC.
The First Day[...] The Sixth Day: you get these achievement as soon as you complete your day in game.
My Little Baby: interact with the pet you choose.
Serenity: water the plant on your bedtable, once is enough for this achievement.
Blooming Flowers: you'll need to water the plant once every day. It's easier if you do this while following any of the good endings.
Untrustworthy: you'll get this achievement once you get ending 1.
Take My Soul: you'll get this achievement once you get ending 2.
Dead Roots: do ths while going for ending 2, donât water the plant at all. check on it on day 6 and on the last day before chatting; if you click on it by mistake during the previous days, choose not to water it.
Sealed with a Kiss: you'll get this achievement once you get ending 3.
Our Wedding: you'll get this achievement once you get ending 5.
Eavesdropping Champion: interact with the door every single day, and always choose to eavesdrop.
Patience: wait for the very last day. check your Internet browser in game before starting the chat with Casper, and wait for about a minute with the browser open! you'll see a white screen and the text changing from something like "there's nothing here" to "okay, click here to get your achievement", you click on the text and it's done!!!
I really hope this was helpful!!
âłÂ â  âa date with death: beyond the betâ walkthrough
#a date with death#gaming#â rea's gaming corner đź#guide#game guide#achievement#visul novel#otome#dating sim#a date with death guide#a date with death achievements
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chasing pavements âą hjs
pairing: husband!joshua x wife!reader, parent au
genre: angst, hurt/comfort
synopsis: just reader and joshua being parents
warnings: parental woes, arguments, past childhood trauma, girl-dad!joshua, their child is nameless and is called âbabyâ
a/n: the people asked for dad!shua but nobody said which kindâŠđ€ anyway this was v random and is very parent-y so beware!
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sighing out a deep breath, you open your eyes and try to make your voice as gentle and even as possible. âiâve asked you to clean up your mess three times now, baby. iâm not going to ask you again,â you stop stirring the spoon in the pot to look over your shoulder at her. sheâs busy dragging her crayons over a coloring page, not bothering to look up at you.
âbut im not done!â she whines, bottoms lip jutting out with the beginnings of a tantrum. you tense and and blink a few times as she just whines, tiny hand holding the crayon tightly in her hand. sheâs not even coloring inside of the lines, just streaking the colors over the sheet haphazardly.
âdinner is almost ready. clean it up,â you voice is stern, tension in your tone rising as well as in your posture. you grip the ladle tightly in your fist, your other hand braced against the kitchen counter. âif i have to ask you again, then-â the consequence dies on your tongue at the sound of the lock clicking and the front door opening. she gasps and shoots up from the table, loose crayons scattering across the wood floors.
âpapa!â she shouts, running down the hall to greet joshua. you close your eyes and push out a breath from your nose. your jaw is tight as you turn back to face the stove. âlook at what i got from school today! oh, and you missed seeing soobin today!â
âyeah? what is it?â heâs pressing a kiss to her cheek as he enters the kitchen, making her giggle when he blows raspberry against her skin. joshua sets her down so she can run to her backpack. âhey, baby.â he says, a hand sliding around to your hip and his lips pressing against your jaw in a greeting.
âhey,â you shrug him off of you and turn the burner down to low heat. âuh-uh, you can show daddy after dinner. go clean up,â you say, stopping her short when she comes back with a paper from school clutched in her hands.
that bottom lip juts out again and her eyes dart over to joshua for help. it only frustrates you more, because all three of you know that she has him in her palm. âwell- joshua, stop.â you bark, throwing your arm out to the side to push against his abdomen. âgo clean up the table so we can eat dinner.â her eyes well up with tears, and you feel like the biggest asshole in the world for making her cry. you remember a brief moment of yourself as a child and being scared each time your father asked you to do something. he never had to ask you or your siblings more than onceâyou all found out the hard wayâand worry that youâre doing the same thing to her.
she huffs and spins around, her walk mopey as she puts her paper back into her bag and starts to slowly pick up the crayons. you feel joshua start, his hand gently pushing yours away as he makes his way over to her. âiâll help you, princess,â he says and you grit your teeth.
âjoshua, stop! iâve asked her six times now, she needs to listen!â youâre on the brink of snapping, another word out of him or her is very likely to send you over the edge. itâs rough. the day was shitty from the jump, but you didnât think it would be this bad by the end.
you expect joshua to at least have your back when you put a number on it, he looks over at you before glancing down at your daughter with sad eyes. ây/n, sheâs just a baby.â
âgoddamnit, joshua! let me do this!â
and then the dam breaks. her wail ripples through you like an electric current, setting off all of the alarms and signals that let you know your daughter is in trouble. except, you put her in this position, and now your heart has sunk to your stomach. joshua hurries to pick her up, cradling her against his chest and smoothing his hand over her hair. you stay rooted at your place by the stove, ignoring the sting in your nose and the newly formed lump in your throat. joshua shushes her softly like he used to when she was much smaller, but she just keeps wailing.
her cries slice through your heart and shred it to pieces. you want to walk over to her and hold her, tell her that youâre sorry, but you donât think itâll help. âbaby- iâve got it,â joshua cuts you off this time, cutting his eyes at you as he keeps trying to console her.
it only frustrates you more, and your anger is misplaced when you spit out, âdeal with dinner, then. since youâve got everything,â and storm out of the kitchen, your heels punctuating the end of the conversation. you fly up the stairs and into your bedroom, kicking off your shoes into your closet.
you stand there, in the middle of the walk-in, with your hands on your hips as you take in deep, shuddering breaths. your vision blurs with tears that you donât let fall, instead blinking them away as you try to regain control over your breathing. her crying face swims through your mind and you almost forget why youâre so upset. almost. but unlucky for her, youâre not as easily swayed like joshua is.
grabbing a sweatshirt and a pair of pants off of their hangers, you quickly undress from your work outfit, and pull onto the much more comfortable clothes. you shove your feet into a pair of sneakers and push out a breath. her cries echo through the house, and you wince at her gasping breaths. itâs muffled, but you can hear joshua trying to calm her down, though whatever he says makes her let out a piercing wail that makes you flinch. it all feels too much; your guilt, her crying, your frustration at the both of them for different things.
you slip out of the bedroom and move as quickly and quietly as you can down the stairs. you force your eyes away from the kitchen and grab your purse off of the accent table in the foyer, and leave the house without a word.
iâm just like my father.
the thought rang through your head the the moment you pulled out of your neighborhood. it almost brought you to tears, but you managed to keep them in again. and you almost turned back, but couldnât. you have the harrowing realization that the more you fought to be better than him, you ended up a mirror. it makes your stomach flip and turn, but yet you still donât turn around.
time is a flat circle.
thereâs not a place youâre heading for. youâve just been driving on the back roads for nearly two hours. the sun set a long time ago, and now the sky is dark and unwelcoming. you should go him, you know it, but facing your husband isnât something you feel up for at the moment.
turning into a dimly lit convenience store parking lot, you pull into a space and out your car in park. you sigh and lean back against the headrest, shutting your eyes and reminding yourself to breathe. you visualize a square and practice the breathing exercise your therapist taught you. in for four, out for four, her voice echoes through your head. it calms down the storm brewing inside of you and brings you back down. that voice in the back of your head, the one telling you that youâre just like your own dad, gets a little quieter.
your phone buzzes in the cup holder, and you pick it up.
joshua: you donât have to tell me where you are, just lmk that youâre ok.
you: iâm okay.
you gnaw on your bottom lip, deciding that itâs time to go home. itâs past your daughters bedtime now, and you can guarantee that sheâs already tucked in and asleep. at least you wonât have to deal with the both of them tonight.
on your way home, you pass a donut shop that is surprisingly open. you stop and quickly run in. the pastries surprisingly look fresh for 8pm, and order half a dozen of your daughters favorite (chocolate with sprinkles, and maple), before heading to the car to make your way home.
the stress of the day starts to weigh on you halfway home. the morning started out rough; joshua had to go into work early, so taking your daughter was your duty. from the moment you woke her up, she was in meltdown mode. you take the blame for rushing a seven year old, but you let her have juice in her lunch instead of the usual water, so you figured that it evened everything out. but then you were late from picking her up from the after school program she sometimes goes to if neither you nor joshua can pick her up, and she whined about it the whole way home. never mind the fact that your workday was filled with hour-long, unnecessary meetings.
you yawn as you pull into your neighborhood and up to your driveway. you stall in the car for a moment, looking at the dark house in front of you, save for the bright porch light. thereâs a chance that joshua has gone to bed, but in your heart of hearts you know that heâs waiting up for you. deciding to just deal with your life, you grab the box of donuts and your belongings, and get out of the car.
you quietly make you way into the house, lightly shutting the front door and locking it behind you. just the sight of the kitchen makes you tense, and when you walk in youâre met with a clean kitchen table and floor, no signs of there ever being a previous mess. you put the donuts away in the fridge to keep them fresh.
with a sigh, you exit the kitchen and start up tje stairs, footsteps light just in case the stairs creak. you step into your bedroom with a quiet sigh, and shut the door. the light from the en suite bathroom shines through the cracked door, and you can hear joshua in there. grabbing some pajamas, you pull on a tshirt just as joshua comes into the room. âhey,â he says, voice soft.
âhi,â you tug the shirt over your head and toss your other clothing items into the hamper. he lingers near the bathroom door with his arms crossed over his chest, watching you as you make yourself busy with little things.
âwe need to talk about earlier,â joshua says. you donât look up at him as you apply hand cream.
you take a moment before responding. âokay,â you breathe out, roughly massaging the lotion into your skin. you hear joshua shuffle on the other side of the room.
âyou canât yell at her like that,â joshua says gently. you sit up and stare across the room at a family photo, blinking a few times.
âi know. but i asked her six times to do something, and she still didnât even do it. you need to let me discipline her,â you say, finally looking over at him. he uncrosses his arms to run a hand through his hair, letting out a sigh as he does.
âsheâs just a baby.â
âsheâs seven.â
âsheâs a little girl, honey,â joshua says, like that changes anything. you two are usually on the same page when it comes to disciplining her, though she doesnât really get disciplined because sheâs an good kid. you thought heâd understand your frustration today, but he doesnât and you feel like your back is against the wall.
the fight in you is gone, though a flicker or your earlier anger lights inside of you upon hearing him talk. âokay, and i shouldnât have to tell her to do something six times. she should just do it the first time,â you say, looking at him pointedly. he pokes his tongue in his cheek, and you know he doesnât agree with you and is holding back whatever he wants to say. âand, i donât need you to step in when im trying to teach her something. you need to let me parent her.â
âare you implying that i donât parent her?â he asks, head tilting to the side. you squeeze your eyes shut and swallow the frustrated groan at the back of your throat.
âiâm not implying anything. im telling you that you need to let me teach her things, without interrupting me. because sheâs going to think that she can get out of everything if she looks at you,â you say. joshua purses his lips and looks down at his feet, nodding slowly. âyou have to stop babying her, joshua.â
asking him to do that is like asking him to recolor the sky: itâs impossible. one look at her and his entire backbone shatters. itâs sweet sometimes, until you need him to enforce some rules.
âfine, alright? but you canât yell at her like that. you heard how she cried afterwards,â he says, his voice less gentle than before. you blink at him and drag a hand down your face. youâre ready to put this conversation to bedânothing feels like itâs going to get resolved tonight. âshe was scared, baby. remember that night when i met your dad? she had that same look on her face.â your stomach drops at the memory.
the first time you let joshua meet your dad was also the last time he saw him, until your daughter was born. you were in college, and had only been dating joshua for a few months, but you felt so sure about him. he was the first person you felt so sure about, and it scared you, but you felt like in order for joshua to understand you and to love you, he had to meet your dad. heâd met everybody else in your family, but you were putting off him meeting your dad because of how your father is. the night started out fine, everybody was generally getting along with each other and joshua was fitting in. you were on edge, worried that something would happen so much so that you werenât able to relax. you were running around trying to help your mom with the kitchen, be a good host to joshua, and avoid pissing off your dad.
and then it happened. you can hardly recall the reason now, since youâve really tried to block it out of your memory, but you forgot a dish, or burned something that he wanted in particular, and he flipped out. you were in your twenties, so you didnât have a problem standing up for yourself at that point. but because your new boyfriend was there, and it was humiliating that he was yelling at you like that in front of company, all you could do was cry. you begged him to stop with tears streaming down your face, begged him not to say things in front of joshua. he ignored your pleas as they only made him explode. joshua tried standing up for you, but your dad yelled at him too, claimed joshua was âdisrespectingâ him, and told him to get out.
joshua left but took you with him. he kissed your mom and siblings goodbye, and whisked you out of the house. you were so embarrassed that you could hardly talk through the tears. you expected joshua to break up with you after that, and managed to ask if he was going to leave you. he stayed and proposed to you five months later, and you quietly eloped together, only a few of your friends knowing about it.
âiâm not like him,â you say, throat closing. joshuaâs face falls and his features soften as your eyes well up with tears, already moving to walk over to you.
âno, youâre not,â he clarifies, sitting next to you on the bed and pulling you into his chest. you press your fists into your eyes and try to control your breathing while he softly rubs your back. âiâm sorry, i didnât mean to upset you.â joshua whispers, kissing your head as you tremble in his arms. he keeps his lips pressed to your hair and lets you fight the tears, never once letting go of you.
your eyes ache from pressing against them and you pull your hands away, sniffing and trying to pull yourself away from him. joshua only holds onto you tighter which makes your eyes well up again, and you canât believe youâve been brought to tears more times tonight than in the year so far. âi left,â you mumble weakly.
âyou came back.â
âbut i left.â
joshua pulls back enough to look down at you. you look up at him with sad eyes and he lets go of you to wipe your face. âand you came back. youâre nothing like him, baby. youâre a good mom, a good wife, and you care. you left, but you came back. water under the bridge,â he says, pushing your hair out of your face. you blink tears away as he peers down at you before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips.
âi love you. and im sorry,â you murmur, wiping under your eyes.
âi love you too, and we both have things to work on.â
you nod, and let him hold you until you eventually doze off, headache and all. you only wake up in the middle of the night because youâre uncomfortable, and move to your side of the bed. joshua still tugs you back into his chest and the two of you mange to stay that was until the morning.
when you wake, joshua is right behind you. he talks you down when you panic about facing your baby. âdoes she hate me?â you ask, wiping sleep out of your eyes.
âof course not,â he says, a small frown on his face. you want to tell him to wait until sheâs a teenager, but he looks distraught enough at your question, so you just nod.
sheâs asleep when you peek in her room, sprawled out on her small bed. you creep over quietly and kneel beside her, gently shaking her shoulder. she wakes up easily, stretching her short limbs before she opens her eyes. âmommy?â she mumbles, rubbing her eyes with a small yawn.
âhi, baby,â you say, smoothing a hand over her head. she looks up at you timidly, and your stomach knots. âdid you sleep okay?â she nods and you give her a small smile. âmommyâs sorry, baby. i didnât mean to yell at you.â
âitâs okay,â she says, sitting up. itâs not, but youâll take her accepting your apology. âcan i have a hug?â her voice is small, and makes you want to cry because she doesnât have to ask you for that.
âof course, baby,â you say, wrapping yourself around her and pressing a kiss to her cheek. your hold her for awhile, until she starts to struggle against you. âi got you something.â you say once you loosen your hold around her. her eyes light up and you smile, scooping her up and heading downstairs.
you pull the box of donuts out of the fridge snd she gasps when you open the lid. you let her have a whole donut for breakfast, and promise her half of one after dinner. you apologize again, and she tells you that itâs okay again. one day, youâll let her know that she canât just say âitâs okayâ whenever somebody apologizes, but for now you let it be.
#svt fluff#svt angst#svt x you#svt x reader#seventeen fluff#seventeen angst#svt imagines#svt fic#seventeen x you#seventeen x reader#joshua fluff#joshua angst#joshua x you#joshua x reader#hong jisoo x reader#hong joshua fluff#hong jisoo fluff#hong jisoo angst
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I was gonna make this post way way earlier but I forgot lol but Uhm
I have played through the splatoon 2 story fully and am replaying it (for a future post bc a lot of the dialogue is rlly funny) and honestly while I absolutely loved it it makes me even sadder that splat 2âs story mode was kinda tossed aside (for valid reasons ofc) because itâs so Cool.
Excluding the gameplay, I think they did marie so well, because she sells the desperation of someone whoâs got nobody she knows by her side. While she of course keeps the sassy attitude of sneak dissing her best friends (agent 3) and also telekinetically telling you to fuck off if you talk to her too much itâs very clear she genuinely cares so much about agent 4 and is so grateful theyâre doing what they do.
these are only two screenshots of 8(?) of Marie randomly being really sentimental to 4 because this stranger chose to help her in her time of need rather than just ignore this GROWN WOMAN hanging out on a sewer drain
Itâs like heavily emphasized multiple times that Marie could not be more grateful for 4âs help in retrieving not just the zapfish but also her cousin.
But then revealing that 4 knew about Callie the WHOLE TIME (I have a lot to say about this part but itâs mostly hc so) which is so KIND OF THEM???? this random woman recruits them into a secret military agency and hides the fact she rlly misses her cousin but they help anyway bc they WANT TO. (They didnât even know either of them were famous btw) Marie shows a lot of gratitude toward 4 ESPECIALLY after the big reveal.
(You could make arguments for 3 being similar bc an old kook made them do it but this isnât about them..)
And itâs not just being grateful for the one time, she genuinely enjoys 4âs company and wants to be better friends with them and chat after the zapfish and Callie are saved đđđ
Itâs so cute too, because 100%ing the game and even just being a little nosy is something that Marie picks up on, and remembers way later in the game. (More abt this later)
god I love this socially inept squid woman and her adopted child soldier that likes finding pieces of paper
Speaking of said soldier! I think the way they characterized 4 via the actual gameplay rather than art/statements/whatever is so cool
4 doesnât have many illustrations besides the chaos splatfest and that one group photo where theyâre being funky in the corner (and the apartment) but I feel like the reason for that is the fact that a lot of Marieâs dialogue as well as how splatoon 2âs hero mode is structured/designed speaks a lot about how they wanted to represent 4.
From a realistic standpoint, of course splatoon 2âs story mode has to be more creative both prompt wise and secret wise. But it feels like the reason its that way is because both 4 and Marie are separate types of people from Craig and 3.
The bosses help a lot with this too, being more gimmicky and weird (subtracting stamp.) Octo shower and samurai being bosses where you have to either react well or change your positioning to effectively beat them. (Octo shower is my fave btw I loved fighting it the first time)
The level design also shines in this aspect because if Iâm honest I remember none of the splat 1 levels significantly besides the few octoling ones. Splatoon 2âs levels are very detailed (and also insanely pretty) and have some rlly fun puzzles in a handful of them and even the more fast ones are a blast to play through
And then all the little extras (sardiniums and scrolls alike) are hidden so well and you usually have to go out of your way to find them and even the secrets that arenât either of those things have substance
Small note, a lot of extras are also made so that it flows well with the levels design (like the first dualie request mission) which is also extremely fucking cool.
the way marie touches on those little discoveries is so smart too because it (as I said before) characterizes 4 as someone who loves to look for things even if itâs on a whim especially since the sunken scrolls in the game are so much harder to find than in splat1.
And the fact that unlike splat 1, you can (technically) 800% the game by playing EVERY SINGLE LEVEL WITH EVER SINGLE WEAPON TYPE. to me it feels like it deepens the fact that 4 likes to be really thorough. marie goes âyou have a problem.â When you break like two hidden egg crates in this one level and itâs so great.
I love what theyâve done with 4, whether it was intentional or Iâm over-analytical.
Nothing gets past them, looking in every nook and cranny whether or not thereâs secrets to be found. Theyâre too nosy and thorough and they like to be around marie after completing missions, they donât know who the squid sisters are, hate balloons, may or may not be ok, have impulsive secret finding, partake in many extracurriculars, can be needy at times, go with the flow and they apparently smell better than agent 3.
Agent four, of the New Squidbeak Splatoon.
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Don't You Want Me (Baby?) Pt 4
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Steve and Eddie are either hooking up or dating - and are about as bad at keeping a secret as they are dealing with their feelings. (Dustin POV)
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âI donât know DustybunsâŠ. I know you mean well but - â
âBut? I mean well, but what?â
âBut sometimes, well sometimes you get these ideas in your head. And really once you think youâre right, thereâs just no convincing you otherwise. I just wonder if maybe - you donât have a full picture of whatâs going on with those two.â
âSeriously? Theyâre my friends, Suzie. I think I understand them just fine. I mean itâs not thermal dynamics. And even that, Iâve got an understanding of the basic fundamentals!â
âââ
When Dustin got home that night he blew through his homework within the hour. Heâs a sophomore - advanced placements even! Still, the work theyâre giving out this year is childâs play.
He grazed on snacks until he was slightly less bored. Read the X-Men issue that came out this week - guess Jean Grey alive again. Wonder how long thatâll lastâŠ
He tried calling the Wheeler house to see what Mike was up to but he was out, over at Willâs apparently. He tried Lucas after that but he couldnât really talk since heâd had to put Max on hold just to pick up.
Dustin had to kill a few more hours but eventually he was able to get on the radio with Suzie. Hearing her voice - itâs like seeing the clouds part and the sun light up the sky. Never really gets old.
âThat! That tramp!â She said, when Dustin told her about the Flower Situation.
âRight!?â Dustin huffed.
He told Suzie he planned to give Steve a serious talking to, even though Robin had kinda, sorta expressly asked against it. To Dustinâs shock, however, Suzie took Robinâs side.
âI donât know DustybunsâŠ. I know you mean well but - â
âBut? I mean well, but what?â
âBut sometimes, well sometimes you get these ideas in your head. And really once you think youâre right, thereâs just no convincing you otherwise. I just wonder if maybe - you donât have a full picture of whatâs going on with those two.â
âSeriously? Theyâre my friends, Suzie. I think I understand them just fine. I mean itâs not thermal dynamics. And even that, Iâve got an understanding of the basic fundamentals!â
âOh, DustyâŠ. Oop. I hear footsteps downstairs.â She whispered. âI think theyâre doing a bed check. I gotta go.â
âBye Suzie. I love you.â
âLove you too.â He could hear her smiling through the crackling radio transmission. Even from this many miles away he couldnât help but smile back. Suzie paused. âAnd Dusty, just - be careful. Promise?â
Her line cut out. Dustin switched off the ham radio and frowned. Usually Suzie was so smart. Literally the smartest person he knows. How is it possible she couldnât see that his friends were in dire need of help?
No way was he gonna abandon them to make a mess of things by themselves.
Though. Maybe there was something he was missing. Some unknown element.
Earlier today⊠Eddie seemed to know more than he was letting on. Dustin frowned harder.
He creeped downstairs to the landline. Wayneâs at work and Eddieâs a nightwalker so he didnât feel bad about calling at almost 9pm. He didnât even feel bad about calling four separate times.
He shook his head when he was sent to voicemail again. He put the phone back in the receiver.
Dustin huffed.
Only then he remembered - the walkie talkie. It had ended up in Eddieâs trailer after the whole Vecna fiasco⊠Dustin never did get it back. In fact, heâd totally forgotten about it. And if Dustin forgot about it, Eddie definitely had too.
âEddie. Itâs Dustin. Come in, Eddie. Over.â
It took a few tries but eventually he heard a crackly - âsus Christ, how does this thing work, again?â
âEddie!â
âDustin?â Eddie said, deadly serious. âWhatâs wrong?â
âAre you home right now, over?â
âUh, yeah.â
Dustin waited.
âYes, Iâm home. Over.â
âThen why the hell arenât you picking up the damn phone?â Dustin said. âOver.â
âI uh - must be off the line or something.â
âWhatever, look I just got a few questions about - â
âDustin! Is the world ending right now this exact second or what?â
âNo but - â
âJesusâŠâ. Eddie sighed in relief. Then he muttered, âThe last thing I need right now is The Monster-pocalypse Part 2 : Electric Boogaloo.â
âWe are well past that by now. Gotta be on the fourth or fifth straight to TV sequel at least.â
âWell whatever it is, it can wait. I gotta a lot of - I got enough shit going on right now.â
âYou know, youâve been pulling that card a lot recently.â
âTell me about it.â To Eddieâs credit, he did sound stressed out. âAnyway - if this is about D&D, sessions canceled tomorrow.â
âWait, what?â Immediately switching course, Dustinâs thoughts of Steve vanished like smoke.
âYeah, sorry. Jeff was gonna tell you guys tomorrow at school. Thereâs this bar in town, their Friday gig canceled on them. Unlucky for them, our merry band of metalheads were the only ones they could find to fill the time slot on short notice.â
âWhat? Eddie thatâs awesome!â
âYeah, fucking big place too. Me and the boys are there a lot when weâre in the area - The Squeaky Wheel down in Indie. Probably gonna be the biggest crowd weâve ever played for.â
âWell, Iâm definitely coming then.â
âYouâre definitely not. We need to be there early. Leaving for town 2pm, sharp.â
âJeff wonât still be in school?â
âNot if he cuts last period he wonât.â
âWell, what if I - â
âAre you kidding?â Steveâll fucking kill me.â
âBut I still havenât seen you guys perform for real yet!â
âMaybe next time, little man. Look I gotta go, Iâve been trying to actually get some fucking sleep and having the phone going off all night really isnât helping.â
âI thought you said it was off the line?â
âHuh? Right, yeah.â
âNevermind that. You nervous?â
âSo fucking nervous I feel like Iâm gonna puke or something. Just like, go full exorcist. All over the stage.â
âOk yeah, donât do that.â Dustin suggested.
âHah. Yeah.â Eddie chuckled.
âCome on, you guys are amazing! Youâre gonna be great!â
âNo, youâre right. Itâs gonna be good.â Eddie said, clearly trying to psyche himself up.
âWell, I guess good luck. Over and out.â
âBreak a leg you mean. Over and out.â
Dustin sat there fiddling with his walkie for a long couple minutes. There was something kicking around in his brain. A plan, formulating. Even Dustin himself was shocked by its elegant efficiency.
Get to see Corroded Coffin perform? Check. Bring a mob of Eddieâs friends out to support him? Check. Finally get a chance to meet this super secret girlfriend (because who would miss their boyfriendâs bands biggest show yet?) Check! And he can get Robin and Steve on a fun night out together and hopefully smooth over the âflower incidentâ? Check check check!
He tuned his walkie to the open line the party was synced into.
âEverybody, come in. Itâs Dustin. We got a code blue which means all hands on deck. Weâre going on a field tripâŠâ
Dustin had spent the rest of Thursday night and Friday morning making sure everything was in perfect order.
He didnât call until Friday, after he got confirmation from Max, the last person he was waiting on.
Only then did he call Steve.
âCorroded Coffin has a show tonight.â He said as soon as Steve picked up.
It was lunch hour and him, Mike, and Will were outside the school building standing around the pay phone. Lucas and Max were on a lunch table near by arm wrestling - those weirdoâs version of PDA.
âHello to you too.â Steve said, vaguely amused.
âHello. Corroded Coffin has a show tonight and weâre going.â Mike gave him a thumbs up and Will, an encouraging smile.
âOh yeah?â
âAnd before you ask, yes weâve gotten permission from our parents, yes we have a curfew but - we donât have to be home till midnight, the bar is 16 and up, I called, itsallthewayinindianapolis but wait ok, before you say no - â
âWhat time are we leaving?â Steve said.
âI - really? That easy?â He glanced at Will and Mike who blinked at him with hesitant excitement.
âNo. This⊠this is actually perfect.â
âCome on man. I had a whole - thing, prepared. I practiced for this. Flashcards! I made flashcards.â
âWhat time are we leaving?â
Dustin sighed.
âSix oâclock. If we leave Hawkins by then, we can get there twenty minutes before their show starts. Plenty of time to find parking and get into the venue. Were you wondering how everyoneâs gonna fit in your car?â
âYeah, sure.â Steve humored him.
Dustin flipped to the corresponding flash card. âThey donât have to.â He read verbatim. âIâve already taken the time to ensure Jonathan could accompany us as well - also Joyce wouldnât let Will come if he didnât. Jonathan and Nancy are driving Will and Mike. You just have to grab me, Lucas, and Max. Leaving one seat open for you to bring a plus one.â
âRobin.â Steve said, impressed. âVery thorough.â
âIâll see you at my house at 5:30 on the dot. We need to be on the road by 6. And Steve? Please try not to dress like a dork.â
Steve laughed.
âFunny how I could say the exact same thing.â
âAlso donât tell Eddie.â Dustin ordered. âItâs a surprise.â
âDustin, youâre a genius...â Dustin could hear him grinning through the phone.
âI know, I meticulously organized everything down to the last detail.â
âYeah, uh huh.â Steve said, distractedly. âShit, ok, I gotta go - and shower pretty much right now if I want enough time to airdry my hairâŠâ
âWell. That was easy.â He said, hanging up the phone rather anticlimatically.
âBut he said yes?â
âOh, weâre going!â Dustin confirmed.
âââ
Just a few hours later Steveâs Beemer sat on the street out front of Dustinâs house.
Dustin emerged from the house at 5:36 in a huff. He got a few steps before he remembered his mom was out and backtracked to lock up behind him.
HONK.
Dustin jumped, almost dropping his keys.
âIâm coming!â Dustin shouted over his shoulder. When he turned Steve was grinning at him, snickering to himself. He peered over his douche-glasses and gave Dustin a goofy little wave.
Dustin rolled his eyes and tugged at the carâs door handle. It didnât budge. Steve hit the button for the passenger side window and Dustin was forced to wait for it to slowly roll down.
âTaxi to Indianapolis for a Mr. Henderson. Got the right address?â
âOpen the door, Steve.â
âSorry, Iâm gonna need you to confirm the passphrase. Company policy.â He shrugged.
âIs it, weâre already running late so open the goddamn door?â
Steve rolled his eyes but unlocked the door so Dustin could finally get in already.
âAnd whose fault is that?â Steve asked as he started them down the road. Dustin huffed. He was still mad at Steve.
âYours. You said youâd have Robin already - so now weâre behind schedule.â
âIt was please by the way.â Steve glanced his way grinning as he turned on the radio. âWanted to pick something youâd never in a million years guess.â
âHar har.â Dustin said, humorlessly as he buckled in. He eyed Steve. âYouâre in a good mood.â
âI am.â Steve said, checking his hair in his review mirror and flashing himself a grin.
Dustin did a double take when he noticed - Steve was wearing Eddieâs vest. It definitely looked like it had been dragged through the Upside Down. But he had to admit the battle worn look suited it. To Dustinâs surprise, it kind of suited Steve too. He had a white T-shirt underneath, blue jeans, and red converse sneakers. His hair was tall and meticulously coiffed.
Dustin spent quite a while on his own hair tonight, though it wasnât nearly as expertly styled. Never gonna beat the master at their own game right?
Dustin was glad Steve made an effort to blend at least. The rest of the party had too. Dustin was wearing a black tshirt with âCorroded Coffinâ painted in angular white lettering across the front. Dustin had made sure they all brought shirts to school today for Will to paint. Heâs glad he put Will in charge of that because they actually came out pretty awesome.
âWhatâs up man?â Steve asked, taking off his sunglasses when he noticed Dustinâs sour face.
âHowâs Robin?â Dustin asked pointedly.
âUh, sheâs fine, thanks.â Dustin glared at him, unimpressed.
âUh huh.â He said shortly. There was a moment of silence before Steve spoke again.
âSo uh, howâs Eddie?â
âWhy do you care?â Dustin said.
âI donât.â Steve shrugged. âJust makinâ conversation.â He said. There was another pause. Steve was drumming along to the radio on the steering wheel. âYou guys have been hanging out a lot this week.â
How would Steve even know that?
âWhat? Did Robin tell you after we came by the store?â Steve looked over at him, as if confused by his antagonist tone.
âUh, nope. I- â
âShe knows about the flowers, Steve.â Dustin said. Steve squinted side long at him, opening his mouth and closing it again.
âOk?â He said. Waiting for Dustin to continue. Dustin waited until they rolled to a stop at a stop sign.
âWhat the hell Steve!â Dustin said, smacking him in the arm.
âHey! You what the hell.â Steve said, holding a palm up to shield himself from further abuse.
âI canât believe you! I asked her how she liked the flowers you got her and she had no idea what I was talking about!â
âWhat? Ok, Jesus Christ. Dude, how many times do I have to tell you, we arenât dating. Itâs - itâs not like that, alright. Weâre just - Robinâs my best friend.â
âYeah well have you told her that? She seemed really hurt Steve.â Dustin scolded him.
âMan, I donât know what you thinks going on but itâs not. I promise.â
âJust, talk to her ok?â
âWhat, suddenly your the love guru?â Steve huffed.
âYes!â Dustin cried. âYou have a really good thing, Steve. Donât fuck this up. Have you guys even had an actual conversation about this shit? Like talked about what you guys are in plain words even once.â
Steve sighed, beleaguered. Steve stopped at a red light, fully turning to face Dustin. As if he thought looking him in the eye would better get his point across. Or more likely, finally get Dustin to shut up.
âIâm not having this conversation. Youâre a kid, alright. You just donât get it. You donât always need to - spell everything out. Weâre on the same page, trust me.â
âI donât know Steve. That sounds like a really easy way for someone to get hurt.â
âI - â Steve started but then he stopped himself. He paused for a moment, staring into space. The light turned green.
âSteve.â Dustin said, and Steveâs head jerked back up. âThe light.â
âYeah. Right.â He turned onto Lucasâ street.
âSo youâll talk to her?â
âGod, is there a reason you have to be so nosey. Me and Robin have nothing to talk about. We are definitely on the same page.â
âDefinitely?â
âDefinitley.â He assured Dustin. Dustin continued to glare at him.
âLook, Iâll - â Steve sighed, passing a hand through is hair before quickly checking itâs structural integrity in the mirror. âIâll think about what you said ok?â
âYou better.â Dustin huffed, trying to keep up his stone cold front at least a few seconds longer. âI donât want to see you fuck this up. You seem, I dunno - happy? Or - whatever.â
Steve hummed, looking out at the road with a contemplative smile.
They stopped at Lucasâ house to grab him and Max, and then headed to Family Video.
âDude, are you wearing Eddieâs vest?â Lucas said as he and Max climbed into the back seat. Lucas was wearing a matching Corroded Coffin shirt. Max was not. Sheâs too cool to participate in things.
âYou know, just once you could say something like, hey Steve, thanks for the ride. Maybe? Just to keep things interesting.â
âYeah did you really never give that back?â Max said, ignoring him.
âNo, Eddie, he uh, told me to hold onto it.â Steve said, smiling and adjusting the collar in the mirror.
Max scoffed a little laugh, but kept her eyes out the window.
Next they went to pick Robin up from her late shift.
It took a few honks before Robin emerged from the building, calling âThanks, Todd!â over her shoulder.
She crossed the parking lot, struggling to get into her denim jacket.
âSorry it took so long Steve, I had to change in the bathroom and let me tell you, that little - â she managed to crawl into her jacket, then halted when she looked up and saw Dustin in the front.
âYou didnât pick me up first.â She said, standing outside the passenger side door.
Steve shrugged half heartedly apologetic.
âOut of my seat, Gremlinâs 2.â She opened the door and jerked her head in a motion that made it clear she expected Dustin to clear out.
âYeesh. Not even the original?â He said, reluctantly acquiescing and going to jam in with the others in the back.
Robin got into the car stared at Steve intently.
âYou didnât pick me up first.â She repeated. âI told you to come get me first.â
âI - yeah. The kids were closer. Didnât want to waste time backtracking in case thereâs traffic.â
âPft. He was just running late.â Dustin said.
âI bet it was because he spent like, 2 hours doing his hair.â Max snorted.
âAlright, thatâs enough - from the peanut gallery. Sorry, Robbie.â Robin frownedz. âDonât worry, youâre still my favorite.â
âWhy, whatâs up?â Steve said, pulling out of the parking lot so they could finally get on the rode. It was already 6:07! The whole night was turning out to be a disaster.
âNothing. Nothing. Just was hoping to chat.â
âI literally just called you.â Steve raised an eyebrow.
âJust - Nevermind.â She grimaced.
Dustin caught her eye in the rearview mirror and winked.
Her face paled in a mask of frustration and horror. A look that said, what did you do now, if Dustinâs ever seen one.
âJesus Christ.â She murmured quietly.
âHmm?â Steve titled his head towards Robin.
âNothing!â
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gale & karlach
i think out of all the dynamics between the companions, i've come to enjoy gale and karlach the most over my time with the game. karlach especially bc she's the only one who genuinely seems to care about and for gale.
she repeatedly checks in on him after the orb reveal and doesn't turn it into a joke about slurping carrots, or sipping wine, or wanting him to be gone entirely from the group.
not only does she advocate for him to stay three times, depending on which dialogue path you pick:
gale's background story reveal & the reveal about the netherese orb
Karlach: Come on. We all have our secrets - and our risks. If Gale leaves, we might as well disband completely. - Karlach: Absolutely. We're all risky in our own ways. We stick together anyway. Right? - Karlach: If having dangerous, otherworldly objects stuck in your skin is wrong, then Gale and I both have to go. We're not really splitting up, are we?
but she's also the only one who repeatedly asks him throughout the game how he is doing, to make sure how he's faring, both in general and with his debilitating condition:
act 2 - shadow-cursed lands banter
Karlach:Â Doing all right, Gale? Gale:Â Oh, you know... Still alive and kicking, despite being surrounded on all sides by an endless manifestation of darkness and decay... devnote: Almost with a sigh. That's just how things are - Grim humour to it. Karlach:Â I feel it too. Here if you need a pick-me-up.
act 3 - after mystra stabilised the orb
Karlach:Â How's the orb treating you, Gale? Gale:Â Oh, quite well as a matter of fact. Since it was stabilised, it's been humming along nicely. Gale:Â I have noticed one adverse side-effect. I seem to be losing hair in some, er, unexpected places. Karlach:Â I can only imagine.
i think it really bears repeating/stressing that no other companion does this. not one checks in on gale like karlach does, after his affliction has become known to his companions - with the exception of the protag potentially.
karlach also arguably has the strongest reaction in response to mystra's demands in act 2, showing again her care for gale, as well as her protective side:
Karlach: Aw, was that Gale's granddad? Player: That was Elminster Aumar - the most famous wizard in the realms. Karlach: Huh. Doesn't ring a bell. But all right! Must've had something important to say to Gale, if he came all this way. Good news, I hope. Player: I don't think it was. It turns out Gale has an explosive bomb in his chest - and Mystra has asked him to use it to blow up the heart of the Absolute. Karlach: Whoa, now. He's got a... well, I guess that would explain a little, but... Mystra... I mean, this is a lot to take in. Karlach: What's he going to do? - Player - Option 1: I think he's going to follow through with it. Karlach: Fuck me. There's devotion, and then there's stupidity. If the god of magic can't handle this without sacrificing Gale, she's no god at all. - Player - Option 2: I don't think he'd do that to himself, even if Mystra commanded it. Karlach: Good. I'm one hundred percent sure there's another way to bring down this cult. No true god would ask such a thing from her faithful. That's for certain. Karlach: Poor Gale. He must be in bits after hearing that. I'll distract him. Tell him I haven't read a book since secondary school, watch his face melt off. - Player - Option 3: I'm not sure. I think he's of several minds. Karlach: Well, tell him to pick the right one. Better yet, I'll do it. Fucking wizards, man! They always need help picking the simple, obvious option. Karlach: If Mystra can't think of another way to stop the Absolute than sacrificing Gale, she's no god worth worshipping. I'll say that to Gale - in, you know, gentle terms. - Player - Option 4: You know that bomb in Gale's chest? Mystra has asked him to use it to explode the heart of the Absolute. Karlach: She what?! Is she mad?! - Player - Option 5: Don't worry about it. Karlach: Karlach doesn't worry, she acts. So if Gale needs me, now's the time to tell me.
i particularly like that last response bc it really echoes throughout her relationship with gale ("karlach doesn't worry, she acts. so if gale needs me, now's the time to tell me.").
their banters are often playful, but also genuine. both karlach and gale tease each other, they joke with each other, showing how comfortable they are with each other despite their many differences, but there are also moments of understanding and care between them, allowing them to emphasise with each other:
Karlach: Man, it's good to be home. First round on who? Gale: She who thirsts buys drinks the first. devnote: Like it's a well-known saying Karlach: You won't pin me down with a rhyme, wizard! devnote: Jockeying with Gale (prob supposed to be Joking with Gale) Gale: She who declines gets the worst of the wines.
Karlach: Just when I was getting used to the sky again... Gale: Fear not, Karlach. Sun, moon and stars will still be there waiting for us. devnote: Reassuring Karlach: Meanwhile, this place is pretty spectacular, isn't it? Gale: No book or painting could ever do its strange beauty justice. But perhaps our stories might, when we return to the surface. devnote: Agreeing with Karlach, enjoying the sense of wonder as you explore
Gale:Â I've always felt flames to be a rather perfect expression of love, Karlach. Gale:Â Passionate, primal, capable of bestowing the most life-affirming comfort, or inflicting the profoundest damage. devnote: Listing the qualities of fire, Romantic, indulging in the poetry of the image Karlach:Â That's... pretty nice. Never thought about it like that. But now I will.
Karlach: Wouldn't mind a dancing axe of my own. Gale: A simple movement charm wouldn't be too hard to apply to such an object. I could conjure one up for you if you like? Karlach: Yes! I like! Gale: Very wel then. Once the city is saved, Karlach's Kinetic Cleaver will be first on my list.
Karlach:Â So, Gale - got any book recommendations for me?devnote: With concern Gale:Â You can read?! devnote: Taking the piss - knows full well Karlach can read, and that she's always claimed not to enjoy it Karlach:Â Very funny. Yes - I can read. School put me off big boring tomes. Sometimes I wonder what I'm missing. devnote: Friendly rather than flirtatious Gale:Â Say no more - I'll find the perfect book for you. I might even lend it to you from my library in Waterdeep. devnote: Jumping on the opportunity to give a book recommendation (a favourite hobby) Karlach:Â Ooh! Something with magic, please. And no devils.
even at his most vulnerable moments, karlach is there to support him:
before the stormshore tabernacle audience with mystra
Karlach: You can do this, Gale. And I'll be right here when you're done.
she allows herself to be protective of him and get angry on his behalf not after when it comes to mystra, but also when he is potentially kidnapped by orin:
karlach's reaction to gale being kidnapped
Karlach: That bloody freak won't get away with this. That's my wizard she took. And we're going to get him back.
once again, it's a good callback to her previous line: "karlach doesn't worry, she acts. so if gale needs me, now's the time to tell me."
she's willing to be needed by him - and he does need her. whether that is as a friend, or (if you chose to play so during an origin pt) as a romantic partner. it's a lovely dynamic either way.
#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#karlach#karlach cliffgate#karlach x gale#gale x karlach#baldur's gate 3#bg3#baldurs gate 3#ch: gale dekarios#ch: karlach#vg: baldur's gate 3#series: baldur's gate#meta: mybg3#i wanted to focus on a dynamic where a friend/partner focuses on gale#bc from what i see very often#that is neglected entirely#and often focuses more or completely on what gale can do for another#anyhow i love them
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Klaus Mikaelson x Reader!Soulmate x Elijah Mikaelson PART 4
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Warnings- Swearing, spoilers obi.
My fingers graze the texture of my history textbook. My eyes read through each line. Before I know it Iâm at the end of the page, and yet I canât recall a single sentence I had just âread.â I let out a loud sigh and closed the book, placing it back in place on my desk. Ever since the day I got kidnapped this has been a problem. Without being on edge, I canât focus on school work, the people around me, or myself. Every time I walk by someone I instantly tense up to the idea of them being something supernatural. I know that Elena has told me everyone in town that she knows is a part of that world but she canât possibly know when a complete stranger is.Â
Worrying about who is supernatural isnât the only thing thatâs been plaguing my thoughts, either. All night I was tossing and turning with the thought of Elijah. Damon and Elena knew as much as I did about how he was still alive. Elena had told me that a vampire could be killed with a wooden stake, and yet it had only affected Elijah temporarily.Â
âHeâs going to destroy you.â
Kathrineâs words ring in my ears. Stefan had told me not to believe a word she says, but given that these people donât seem to know what the hell is going on either, Iâve let her words get to me. The look of fear in her eyes at the thought strikes me to my core every time I think back to it. If a vampire that is magically locked up is afraid of this Elijah guy, then I sure as hell will be too.Â
I jump slightly in shock as I hear knocking on my door, I untense when I hear my motherâs voice on the other side though.Â
âY/N, you have a friend here to see you,â I stand up and open my door to talk to her but freeze when I see Damon standing behind her. His lips curve up into a smirk and moves his fingers up and down in a wave as he stares at me.
âYour friend Damon here is so kind to drop in to check on you. I had no idea you were feeling under the weather.âÂ
I glance at my mother and fight the urge to roll my eyes. Although we look so much alike I couldnât be more different from her. Where I actually take the time to listen to people and try to understand people my mother seems to only care about what benefits her. Iâm not surprised at all that she hasnât noticed my change in attitude these past few days since she never seemed to care before.Â
She clears her throat at the silence she gets from me, âWell, Iâll let you talk. I have to be going anyways,â She turns to Damon who fakes a smile at her, âI have a work trip this weekend.â
âWork on the weekends, well thatâs no fun,â Damon responds with a flirtatious tone that makes me want to gag. My mother on the other hand turns red.
âNo worries, I always find a way to liven things up,â She leans closer to him, âEven though it would be more fun with some company.â
âMom, you should be going now,â I interrupt before I throw up on both of them.Â
My mother nods and says her goodbyes to both of us, mostly Damon, and walks back down the hallway. I let out a sigh of relief but then tense up when I realized that Damon had just entered my room.
âWhat are you doing here,â I watch as he looks around my small room. After my mother and fatherâs divorce, my mother wasnât left with very much money so we had to make do with what we could scrounge up. After moving and divorce costs we left with a tiny 3 bedroom 1 bath single story home here in Mystic Falls. It looks like a shoe box compared to the other houses in this town, but I donât really care since I plan to move away from here the second I graduate.Â
âI need a favor,â Damon says to me as he picks up the stuffed frog I have on my bed and tosses it around in his hands.Â
âWhat kind of favor?â
Damon places the frog back on my bed, âWell, after your and Elenaâs little suicide excursion yesterday weâve magically locked her in her house, and I need you Pukerella to go babysit.âÂ
I send him a glare at the nickname, âIf Elenaâs locked in her house why do you need me to babysit her?â
Damon rolls his shoulders and walks towards the door, âI donât need you to do anything. I want you to go to Elenaâs and let me know if she plans on calling the big bad vampire to come sacrifice her.âÂ
âSo you want me to be your spy?â
Damon thinks at the question for a moment before shrugging his shoulders, âYa, pretty much.â
I shake my head, âIâm not going to spy on my only friend.â
Damon lets out an annoyed groan and pinches the bridge of his nose as if this is the most annoying conversation heâs had, âFine then you wonât be my spy, youâll be the babysitter I hired for Elena. There happy? Now come on I got other stuff to do today other than arguing with you, people to go kill and stuff like that you know?â
Damon grabs me by my upper arm and practically drags me out of my room and down the hallway toward the front door. He ignores my yells of anger as he opens the door to his car and pretty much pushes me in. I huff as he speeds over to his side and starts the car.
âOh and by the way,â I slowly turn my head to glare at him as he starts talking, âYou might want to get some vervain for yourself and your family. It was too easy getting your mother to invite me into your quaint home.âÂ
â-
âWe could watch Pretty Woman?â Elena asks Jeremy and I as we sit on the couch. Jeremy lets out a loud groan at the question making Elena laugh.
âGuess not,â She flips through some more channels before she lets out a sound of excitement, âOh! Grease!â Elena goes to play the movie but Jeremy snatches the remote from her hand.
âNo way, not happening. I have seen that movie far too many times because of you and Mom. Iâm going to decide.â
It takes Jeremy another 10 minutes to scroll through the channels deciding on a movie. Every time he picks one Elena disagrees and they start arguing over it until they start searching again. This has pretty much been what weâve been doing for the whole hour in which Iâve been at the Gilbert residence. After Damon kicked me out of his car and drove off Iâve just been listening to the Gilbert siblings argue. Itâs not that bad though. Jenna, Jeremy and Elenaâs aunt, supplied us with snacks a bunch of snacks before she had to leave for something she had to go do.
âAha!â
I turn to the TV to see what Jeremy picked and cringe as I see the beginning credits for âThe Human Centipede.â
Elenaâs sound of disgust mirrors mine as she stands up, âThis is no use. Y/N do you just want to go up to my room?âÂ
I glance at the TV again momentarily and nod my head, âDefiantly.â
â
âYouâve got to read this book I just got,â Elena jumps up from her spot on the floor next to me and goes to her bookshelf, âThe romance in it is so steamy and the main male character in it is so hot!â She stops and blushes at what she just said.
âDonât tell Stefan,â She points at me.
I laugh as I bring my fingers to my lips and pretend to lock them, âYouâre secret is safe with me.â
Elena and I had been making small talk until I had mentioned that I liked reading, which caught her attention. She had told me she does too and we began talking about our favorite books and genres. To which we found out weâre both fans of romance, jumpstarting an hour-long discussion.Â
Elena sits back down next to me and hands me her book. I strum through the pages.
âIâll make sure to read it and let you know what I think.â
She nods and looks away as if in thought, âI canât believe we didnât become friends earlier. Why is that?âÂ
Her question has me stirring uncomfortably, âHonestly Iâm not that surprised. Iâm not that noticeable.âÂ
This comment has Elena furrowing her eyebrows and shaking her head, âYouâre joking right,â At my look of confusion she continues, âOf course I noticed you. I mean when you come to a small town like this itâs hard not to be noticed but what I mean is that I always thought you were cool.â
I can feel my cheeks warm up at her compliment and I glance down at my fingers to hide it.
âYou thought I was cool?â
âYa of course,â She responds instantly, âYouâve got great style and youâve got this mysterious aura about you. I just never approached you because I thought you didnât like me.âÂ
Her confession has me looking up and frowning, âWhy would you think that?â
She shrugs her shoulders, âYou just kind of sometimes look like you donât want to be approached by anyone. I just assumed. Iâm sorry.â
I shake my head at her apology, âDonât apologize! And no, I never hated you I always thought you were the cool one. I just think I have that look on my face all the time.â
Elena laughs and smiles at me, âOK, good.â
âGood.â
Weâre about to start talking about books again when we hear the front door open.
âJenna must be home,â Elena says as she stands up and reaches her hand down for me to grab. I grab it and pull myself up and we walk downstairs.Â
We turn the corner and we both give each other a look as we see Jenna on the ground rummaging through some boxes.Â
âHey. What are you doing,â Elena questions her Aunt.
âOh perfect timing,â She grabs a cardboard box and hands it to Elena, and then gives another to me.
âWhoa. Oh. What is this stuff?â
âYour momâs files from the historical society. I got roped into helping Mrs. Lockwood,â Jenna grabs her box and stands up, âAnd by roped, I mean very excited to participate.â
I silently laugh as I try to balance the heavy box in my arms, the laughing stops though once Jenna closes the door and I lock eyes with the man whoâs been haunting my every waking thought.Â
âHey, Iâm Elijah.â
Elena and I stand there frozen as we watch Jenna interact with the vampire.Â
âElijahâs in town doing research on Mystic Falls,â She introduces us not knowing weâve already had the displeasure of meeting.Â
I freeze up and grip the box Iâm holding tighter to my chest as Elijah walks closer to us. He quickly greets Elena, skating her hand before turning his full attention onto me. Iâm visibly shaking right now and it only worsens as Elijah reaches his hands up and grabs the box from my hands. His fingers grazed mine for longer than needed.Â
âHere let me take this,â He places the box back down and reaches his hand up to me in greeting.Â
We both stand there looking at each other for what seems like forever as he waits for me to shake his hand.
âI donât like being touched,â I blurt out. Elijah slowly lowers his hand and I might be mistaken but from the look on his face, he almost appeared saddened by that.Â
Jenna joins us again telling Elijah that he can stay here and rummage through the boxes, to which he turns down. I try to find the wall behind Elena interesting to keep my line of sight away from the vampire, but I can still sense him staring at me. After another moment he tells Jenna heâs going to have someone pick up the boxes tomorrow and bids Jenna and Elena a farewell. I almost think heâs left us but when I look back over I find that Elijah has moved even closer and he gives me a warm smile and leans down.
âI hope to speak with you again soon, Miss Y/L/N.â My chest starts moving up and down rapidly, which he seems to have noticed, as I nod at his words. He doesnât seem to get that I wonât be saying anything back to him because he stands there staring at my face. After what seems like a lifetime I watch as he moves by me towards the front door, but not before he lifts a finger and grazes the end of my sweater.Â
I watch with bated breath as he shuts the door behind him. Elena doesnât waste any time before dragging me up the stairs and banging on Jeremyâs door. As she goes to open the door I feel a hand grab my waist and pull me. My back hits something strong and I go to squeal but it comes out muffled as a hand moves over my mouth. I look up and freeze as I stare up at Elena to whom he motions to be quiet. I hear Jeremy open his door but I canât focus on any of the words heâs saying as I watch Elijahâs face. I make note of the light stubble that runs across his jawline and the practically flawless skin he has. Lucky ass vampires. My staring mustâve caught his attention, as his dark brown eyes meet mine. Once again the corners of his lips turn upwards into a small smile as he watches me watch him.Â
Jeremy walking by us catches my attention and Elijah drops the hand from my mouth, but not before leaning down, and what I couldâve sworn was sniffing my hair. Elena quickly grabs my hand and pulls me away from Elijah and for a second I almost feel annoyed at this. Clearly not as annoyed as Elijah though was lets out a snarl, making Elena go rigid.Â
âWhat do you want?â
Elijah composes himself once, âI think itâs time we three at a little chat.â
â-
âForgive the intrusion. I mean your family no harm,â Elijah tells Elena as he walks around her room.
âWhy did you kill those vampires when they tried to take me,â Elena questions him as she comes to sit down next to me on her bed.Â
âBecause I didnât want you to be taken,â Elijah says confusing both Elena and I, âKlaus is the most feared and hated of the Originals but those who fear him are desperate for his approval. If word gets out that the doppelganger exists thereâll be a line of vampires eager to take you to him and I canât have that.â
A cold feeling runs up and down my spine at the mention of Klaus.Â
âIsnât that exactly what youâre trying to do,â Elena questions him again.Â
âLetâs just say that my goal is not to break the curse.â
My eyebrows furrow in confusion at the confession. Elijah looks at Elena and then brings his eyes towards me for a moment before turning back to Elena as she begins speaking.Â
âSo what is your goal?â
âKlausâ obsessions have made in paranoid. Heâs a recluse. He trusts only those in his immediate circle.â
âLike you?â
âNot anymore.â
âAn old ass paranoid vampire, how much better could this be,â I whisper out loud to myself sarcastically. I look up and see Elijah looking at me with a small smirk on his face as he mustâve heard my comment.Â
âYou donât know where he is do you,â Elena questions but he doesnât turn his gaze away from me, âSo youâre trying to use me to draw him out.âÂ
Elijah lets out a sigh as he turns his attention back towards my friend, âWell, to do that I need you to stay put and stop trying to get yourself killed.â
He gives her a smile and I have to stop myself from smiling at it.Â
âHow do I know youâre telling the truth?â
âWell, if I wasnât being truthful, all your family would be dead and Iâd be taking you to Klaus right now. Instead⊠Iâm here and Iâm prepared to offer you a deal.â
And the smile was instantly gone.Â
This grabs Elenaâs attention, âWhat kind of a deal?â
Elijah stands up and starts walking around, âDo nothing. Do nothing, live your life, stop fighting. And then, when the time is right, you and I shall draw Klaus out together and I shall make certain that your friends remain unharmed.â
âAnd then what?â
âThen I kill him.â
âJust like that?â
Elijah smirks at her, âJust like that. Iâm a man of my word, Elena. I make a deal, I keep a deal.â
âHow are you going to be able to keep everybody safe?â
âYou know, I notice you have a friend, Bonnie, is it? She seems to possess the gift of magic. I have friends with similar gifts.â
âYou know witches.â Elena nods her head to which I fight the urge to say âduhâ to. This guy is oldddd, of course, he knows witches.Â
âTogether we can protect everybody that matters to you.âÂ
I watch silently as Elijah walks over to Elena and reaches his hand out for her to shake, âSo do we have a deal?â
âAs long as you keep my friends safe,â Elena looks over to me, âY/N is one of those friends.âÂ
Elijah looks over to me and smirks, âTrust me deal or no deal. No one will be laying a finger on Y/N. That I give you my word on.â
I fidget under his intense stare. Â
âI need you to do one more thing for me.â
Elijah turns back to face Elena with an incredulous look, âWeâre negotiating now?â
Elena tells Elijah sheâll accept his deal if he gets his witches to free Stefan from some vampire tomb heâs been trapped in. Why has no one told me this yet? Elijah reluctantly agrees and they shake hands, cementing their deal. With one last glance toward me, Elijah nods his head and speeds away.Â
Elena and I both let out shaking breaths as we stared at each other.Â
âAny chance you want to spend the night,â Elena asks me hopefully with a sheepish look.
I nod my head quickly, âMy mom is out of town and my brotherâs at a sleepover. Thereâs no way in hell Iâm going back to that empty house tonight.âÂ
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