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ellewritesx · 1 month ago

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teach me slowly

Summary: Harry doesn't mind waiting, as long as it's you he's waiting for. a harry styles x inexperienced!reader series

Warnings: early stages of a relationship, age gap, sexual advances, lots of talk about virginity and sex, that's it for now

Based on: this ask!

A/N: hi lovelies! this is the new series i'll be writing now that we've parted ways with the sugar, baby series for now (sobbing). huge shoutout to anon who submitted the request this is based on. while exaggerating things for fiction is fun, i tried to also be relatively realistic about virginity. tag list is open :) this first part is, as always with my series, kind of a prologue to the story. have fun x

Word Count: 2,529

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The first time you stopped him, it was subtle. A hand against his chest, a breathless ''maybe not tonight,'' and a kiss that lingered just long enough to prove you still wanted him, just not like that, not right now. He didn't push, didn't ask questions, just smiled against your lips and said, ''Alright, love. Another time.''

It wasn't the last time it happened.

You've been seeing Harry for a few months now, longer than you expected when he'd first spotted you across a room you didn't belong in, some industry party you'd been dragged to by a friend of a friend, too many faces and too many flashes. Harry was in the spotlight, the center of attention, you were hidden away in a dark corner, and yet his eyes managed to find yours through the sea of faces.

When he walked over, laid-back, confident, too pretty for his own good, you expected it to be fleeting. Maybe flirtation, a drink or two, something to roll your eyes about later.

But then he asked for your number. And not even two days later, he actually used it. And now here you are, tucked under his arm with his heartbeat thudding steadily beneath your ear.

It's late. A slow Friday night, the familiar sounds of reruns of Friends filling Harry's apartment as you're curled into his side, your fingers absently tracing a pattern against the slope of his ribs. The scent of cheap takeout still lingers in the air, mixing with the cologne he wore earlier, now faded into the cotton of his worn-in hoodie.

You feel it when his hand shifts. When it goes from lazily draped around your waist to something more deliberate, fingers tracing a purposeful path under the hem of your sweatshirt.

He leans down, pressing his lips to yours, making you smile at the faint taste of wine still lingering on his tongue. Your breath hitches, deepening the kiss, one hand fisting in his shirt. His hands graze your bare skin, curling at your waist, pressing you closer to him.

But the moment they start to travel higher, sliding up your midriff toward your chest like it's second nature, your stomach drops, and before you've fully thought it through, your hand slides over his and stops him, gently, but definitively.

''Sorry,'' you whisper against his lips, squeezing your eyes shut so you don't have to see the disappointment likely flashing across his face. ''I… Sorry, can we not tonight?''

Harry opens his eyes, confusion etched into his features like he was just abruptly woken from a peaceful dream. He blinks down at you, clearly startled by your tone. ''Yeah, of course,'' he says, pulling his hand back immediately. ''You okay?''

You nod quickly ''Yeah. Just… tired.''

It's not a lie. But it's not the whole truth either. You feel him hesitate, like he wants to press, wants an explanation, answers, but chooses not to. Just kisses the top of your head and settles back into the cushions, shifting so you're still cuddled into his side.

The silence stretches between you, not uncomfortable, but different now. Tense. Loaded. You let it sit there, unsure how to break it. Not yet, at least. But soon. You have to.

It takes you a few more minutes, waiting for the episode to end, for Harry's breathing to even out slightly, having willed away his arousal. When you turn your head to look at him, he's watching you with the kind of quiet patience you've come to recognize.

''I need to tell you something,'' you say finally. Your voice doesn't shake, but your heart is beating erratically. You sit up on the couch, just enough to give yourself some room to breathe. ''I've been meaning to. I just... I didn't know how.''

Harry sits back a little, his hand moving to lightly rest on your leg, calming you. Concern flickers across his eyes, focused frown on his face, his curiosity piqued. ''Okay. What is it?''

You push your hair behind your ear, fingers suddenly clammy. ''I've... I've noticed you've tried to take things further a few times now. And I always stop you.''

His eyes stay on yours, steady, unreadable. ''Yeah. I've noticed. I don't mind waiting, love.''

You inhale. ''It's not that I don't want to. It's just… I've never actually done it before.''

For a moment, Harry says nothing. His brows knit together, like he's processing, like the words don't quite click at first. Then something shifts. Not judgment, not disgust, just genuine surprise.

''You mean… you're a virgin?''

You nod once, jaw tight. Your heart stutters, bracing yourself for his inevitable rejection, already regretting bringing it up. ''Yeah.''

There's a pause. A long one.

But then Harry exhales, a soft smile tugging at his lips, head ducking to meet your gaze. ''Okay,'' he says softly. ''That's okay.''

You blink at him. ''You're not weirded out?''

He smiles, kind. ''No, of course not. I just… I wasn't expecting it. You're so confident. So sure of yourself. I guess I assumed…''

''That I'd done all of that already?'' you finish for him, smiling weakly.

He shrugs. ''Yeah. Doesn't change anything, though.''

Your bite your lip. ''You're older than me. More experienced. I thought maybe you'd be… disappointed.''

''I'm not,'' he tells you firmly, his hand finding yours, leaving no room for your doubts and fears.

You swallow the lump in your throat, feeling the warmth of his raw honesty settle somewhere deep in your chest.

Then, a beat later, his voice drops slightly, light-hearted but still earnest. ''So… would you want me to be your first?''

You look up at him, fidgeting with your fingers anxiously. ''I don't know. But if I did… would you want to be?''

His eyes search yours. ''If you decided you wanted that, I'd be honored.''

You sigh in relief. After the initial heaviness of the moment has passed and you've both found your way back into the soft cushions of the couch, it's quiet for a while. Not the kind of silence that stretches with discomfort, but something gentler. Pensive.

His fingers trace idle shapes over the back of your hand, and every now and then you catch him glancing at you like he's thinking about saying something, but keeps deciding against it.

Until finally, he does.

''Can I ask you something?'' His voice is soft, almost sheepish. Like he's worried you might shut down again.

You turn to face him, tugging the throw blanket around your legs a little higher. ''Of course.''

His thumb slides along your knuckles, thoughtful. ''Are you saving yourself for marriage? Or was it just... situational?''

The question doesn't surprise you. You were expecting it. Still, there's something about him saying it aloud that makes your chest ache. It's the explanation people seem to instantly assume, like there couldn't be any other possible reason to not want to have sex in your early twenties. The prejudice bothers you sometimes.

You shake your head with a chuckle. ''Not marriage, no. I just…'' You pause, choosing your words carefully. ''I never found someone I wanted to give it to. It never felt right. It always felt like… I don't know, something I'd be giving away for the wrong reason.''

Harry nods like that makes perfect sense, like you've just confirmed something he suspected about you all along. That you don't move through the world withholding things, you move through it protecting them. ''You wanted it to matter.''

''Yeah.'' You smile faintly. ''I guess I figured that the first time should be something I remember fondly. Not something I regretted five minutes after.''

''That makes sense,'' he says, reaching up to brush a fallen strand of hair out of your face. ''I kind of figured something was holding you back. I just didn't know if it was because you were nervous, or waiting for something specific… or someone specific.''

Your cheeks flush. ''I guess it's both.''

A smile spreads across his face, slow and reverent. ''And you think that... might be me?''

You glance away, trying not to look too embarrassed. ''Maybe,'' you admit quietly, before glancing at him, raising a brow. ''And you? First time with someone special?''

He huffs out a laugh, scratching at the side of his jaw. ''Not exactly. I was young, dumb, and too eager to impress someone older than me. Regret's not the word, but I wouldn't say it was magical.''

You both laugh softly at that, and the tension that had crept in between your ribs eases again. There's a pause. He meets your eyes carefully, trying to phrase his question without making you squirm. ''Have you ever... touched yourself?''

The heat rises to your cheeks instantly, not from shame, but from the sheer boldness of the question. Your relationship with Harry is still relatively new, and for a moment, you don't know how to respond.

Your eyes flicker down to the curve of his smile, cheeky but careful, like he's testing the waters. You tuck your knees up slightly under the blanket. ''I mean... Yeah, of course.''

That earns you a grin. He shifts slightly, propping himself up on one elbow so he can look at you properly, his other hand rubbing up and down your arm soothingly. ''And? Has it ever felt... good?''

Your eyes narrow a little, teasing. ''Are you asking if I've had an orgasm before?''

''Yeah,'' he admits, unabashed now. ''Not trying to be weird. I just want to know where we're starting from.''

You shrug, a bit self-conscious. ''I think I've had a few? But like… nothing crazy. I don't know if it's something wrong with me or—''

''Hey,'' he cuts you off gently, hand brushing your hip. ''There's nothing wrong with you. You know that, right?''

You nod, but it feels like a reflex, not something you fully believe yet. He must sense it, because he dips forward and presses a kiss to your shoulder, warm and grounding. Then another, just beneath your jaw. ''It's harder for women, y'know? But it'll get better. Some things just take time. Patience. And the right person. I'm glad you've tried.''

You snort. ''Why? Would it have been a red flag if I'd said no?''

He chuckles, pressing another sweet kiss against your skin before pulling back. ''No, not a red flag. I just think it's important. Knowing your own body. Knowing what feels good.''

There's something so matter-of-fact in the way he says it that it makes the conversation feel less intimidating. Less taboo. You inhale deeply, a weight lifted off your shoulders now, and you run your fingers along his biceps to ground yourself.

''I haven't explored much. It felt... underwhelming. But with the way everyone raves about sex, I must be doing something wrong.''

His thumb stills over your hand, his expression softening. ''That's okay. It'll be different when you're with someone else. With me.''

You glance at him, curious. ''How so?''

He shifts toward you, arm slung over the back of the couch now. ''It's a mix of things. Trust. Communication. Timing. Like… it's not just friction, right? It's being seen. It's vulnerability. Intimacy. And if that isn't there, if you don't feel comfortable, it's hard to get there.''

Your stomach flutters at the way he says it, so attentive, so considerate. ''That's kind of what I'm scared of. That it'd be awkward. Or disappointing.''

Harry's voice dips lower, more serious now. ''It doesn't have to be. Especially if you're honest. If we are.''

You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear and smile bashfully, ''That's what I want, I think. Just... honesty. I don't want to have to pretend I know everything. Because I don't, and I don't want to have to act, to perform.''

He nods, the corner of his mouth tugging into something fond. ''I don't want you to do that either.''

You settle into the cushions, knee brushing his thigh. ''Have you ever been with someone inexperienced before?''

He thinks for a second, then shakes his head. ''Not really, no. I mean, I've been with people who had less experience than me, sure. But never… never someone completely new to it.''

Your eyes find his again. ''Does that scare you?''

He gives you a look, a lopsided smile on his face. ''No. If anything, it makes me want to be better. I want to make it good for you.''

That does something to you, sends a warmth crawling up your spine. ''You're already doing everything right, Harry.''

''Am I?'' he teases, bumping his shoulder with yours.

You laugh shyly. ''Yeah. You ask questions. You listen. You make me feel… like it's okay to not have all the answers yet.''

''It is okay,'' he reiterates.

You smile gratefully, but your insecurity creeps back in quickly. Your voice is timid when you speak again. ''So you don't think it's weird? That I haven't… done any of it?''

''Not even a little,'' he says, cupping your face gently, thumb brushing along your cheekbone. ''I think it's admirable, actually. You're twenty-three, and you've gone this long without letting someone touch you, just because nobody earned it? That's sexy as hell.''

You huff out a laugh, surprised. ''Really?''

''Really,'' he says, lips quirking. ''It means you know your worth. You know what you want. I wish I'd had your strength of will at that age.''

You smile gratefully, tension slowly uncoiling from your shoulders. ''Thanks. I don't always feel that way.''

Harry dips his head down, pressing a short, sweet kiss against your lips, effectively shutting up your mind. He sinks back into the couch with a satisfied smirk, cushions dipping under his weight.

You swallow nervously. ''Hey, just out of curiosity. What… what would you have done if I'd told you I was waiting for marriage?''

He raises a brow. ''You mean, like… completely off-limits?''

You nod.

He considers that. ''I would've respected it. Obviously. But I probably would've asked what else we could do instead. Would still want to be close to you, in whatever way you'd be comfortable with.''

You nod. ''I think that's the thing. I do want to be close. I just… I want it to mean something.''

He hums in response. There's a peaceful silence then. You're both thinking, processing. It's the kind of silence that only happens when you feel truly at ease with someone.

''So… if we did want to start exploring things… slowly…''

He grins, just a little. ''Want me to teach you, huh?''

You roll your eyes. ''Don't make it a thing.''

He lifts both hands in surrender, chuckling softly. ''We'll go at your pace. Whatever that looks like. You just tell me, yeah?''

You nod, the corners of your mouth tugging into a fond smile. ''Thanks, Harry. For being cool about all this.''

He scoffs. ''I'm not being cool,'' he says. ''I'm being decent. What kind of idiots have you been surrounding yourself with?''

That earns him a playful shove, but he catches your wrist and kisses the inside of it, right where your pulse flutters at the touch. His eyes flick up to yours, warm and steady.

''Whenever you're ready, love,'' he says softly.

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aquarius-johnny · 1 month ago

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Taste. | Jeong Jaehyun

genre: smut | wc: 7.5k | deadly sins series | m.list navi pairing: virgin! jaehyun x afab! reader warnings: virginity loss (m), oral (m & f), fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, protected & unprotected sex, piv, creampie, accidental release in mouth, begging (mainly from jaehyun), checking in, confessions, ambiguous ending, friends to lovers, positions — cowgirl/standing missionary/mating press, pet names — baby summary: your best friend, jaehyun, has asked you to do the biggest favor for him — take his virginity! you, being a good friend, agrees only for it to not go as exactly as planned… both sexually and romantically. | deadly sin: gluttony a/n: this has gone through so many revisions, it’s not even funny anymore (ᵕ—ᴗ—) and as i’m getting through the list, it’s getting harder and harder to make it not sound similar to the ones before. hopefully the theme of gluttony is noticeable because if not i’m throwing away this whole blog heheh enjoy!

As you put away the groceries you bought earlier, you hear your phone ring a familiar tone that was set by your best friend.

“Hey Jae,” you greet as you hold your phone between your ear and shoulder, unpacking the gallon of milk before shoving it into your refrigerator.

“Hey, I’m outside. Could you open your door? I don’t think your doorbell is working.” Jaehyun asks. “Tried knocking, but I don’t think you could hear me.”

“Oh! Sorry, I was listening to music.” You giggle, making your way to your front door.

As you open it, you both bring your phone down from your ear, Jaehyun hanging up on his end. He walks in, removing his shoes before following you to your kitchen.

“What’re you doing here?” You ask, sticking your arm in the big brown paper grocery bag to fish out the vegetables you were planning to use for dinner.

“I wanted to ask you for a favor,” he softly lets out before he helps you unpack your groceries, knowing where you keep your canned foods and potato chips.

“A favor you couldn’t ask over the phone?”

“It’s not really something you ask someone in general, but I thought I’d give it a try.”

Halting your movements, you turn to face him. Taking note of his demeanor, you notice a hint of nervousness — he’s looking down at his feet, avoiding eye contact with you and he’s pulling down on the collar of his sweater as if it’s constricting his ability to breathe.

“What is it?” Your movements are slower now, anticipating his words before you commit to putting more of your groceries away. You stick your hand into the paper bag once more and take out whatever is left at the bottom.

“Here me out, okay?” He starts off. “Have sex with me.”

Taken aback, you run through a series of emotions before finally finding the words to respond to him.

“I’m sorry, excuse me?” You’re shaking your head in disbelief. “Did I hear you correctly? Have sex with you?”

“Yes.”

“Jaehyun I need more context, please.”

“I need you to take my virginity,” he sighs.

“I need to?” You repeat. “What are you talking about?”

Jaehyun lifts himself onto the kitchen counter next to you, nearly bracing himself to give you a long winded explanation.

“I’m sick of being the virgin of the group,” he whines. “I hate having to lie about it when my friends ask about it. It’s genuinely embarrassing.”

“Then don’t lie.”

“Too late,” he rolls his eyes. “Come on, you see how ruthless the guys are. I’m not putting myself through that ridicule from them.”

“Fine, alright I understand that, they can be dicks about it but you literally have a pool of women to choose from. Go to the bar or club and you’ll have a bunch of people to lose your virginity to, why are you asking me?”

“Because,” he groans. “You’re a lot kinder about my predicament than anyone else and I trust you. You won’t judge me.”

Your heart sinks at your friend’s desperation. You see how horrible his friends can be even though you know for a fact some of them are playing up their sexual experiences, just like Jaehyun. You stay quiet, contemplating his offer.

Your silence forces him to say something, anything, to push the idea to the side, already regretting asking for the favor.

“If you don’t want to, I understand. It’s a lot to ask.” He speaks up, pulling you out of your thoughts. “I’ll figure it out,” he chuckles. “I shouldn’t have put you in this position, I’m sorry.”

You know he’s not trying to guilt trip you. He would never coerce you into something like this. You know your best friend well enough to understand that he’s thought a lot about what he’s asking.

“When do you wanna do it?” You question, heat running under your skin as you look at Jaehyun.

He scrunches his eyebrows at your question. “You’re serious?” He tugs on his bottom lip before pulling on the collar of his sweater again.

“Yes.”

“Why?” He’s shocked — shocked that you agreed and shocked that he’s actually going to stick his dick into something that isn’t his fist.

“Because,” you stand in front of him, placing both hands on his thighs. “You’re my best friend and I can see how much this is bothering you. If this is how I can help you, then I will. So… when do you wanna do it?”

“When are you free?”

“Does tomorrow night work for you?”

He nods, a relieved expression painted on his face before he pulls you in for a hug.

A familiar knocking pattern is heard on your front door and you’re greeted by a painfully nervous Jaehyun.

“Hey,” he smiles, trying his best to hide his trembling voice.

“Hey, come on in.” Stepping aside, you watch him take off his shoes and strip himself of his jacket — leaving him in a white t-shirt and his dark blue jeans.

He rubs his hands together, clearly trying to avoid eye contact with you. “Do you,” he clears his throat. “Still want to do this? I was thinking a lot about it and if you changed your mind, we could watch a movie or go out to dinner instead.”

“Oh,” you pause, the singular syllable holding a punch of disappointment. “Did you change your mind?”

Jaehyun’s eyes widen ever so slightly. “No,” he shakes his head. “But if you did, I’m okay with that.”

Relief washes over you. “I haven’t changed my mind,” you grin before grabbing his hand. “Come on, we can do it in my room.”

He follows without protest.

You notice his palms are a little sweaty and he looks around your room as if he hasn’t been there millions of times before. You close the door behind him as he stands awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

“Jaehyun,” you sigh. “Do you really want to do this?”

“Y-yeah,” he stammers. “It’s just, I want to be one hundred percent sure you’re okay with it. I thought about it last night and —”

You quickly press your lips on his, swiftly cutting his sentence midway. Your hands slowly caress the sides of his face, allowing his hands to rest on your waist. Deepening the kiss, your tongue runs along his bottom lip silently begging for access to his tongue in which he gladly parts his lips. Rolling your tongue over his, he lets out a tiny hum, letting you know he’s enjoying it before you slowly pull away.

“Does that prove I’m really okay with this?” You giggle, hands still pressing against the sides of his face.

He nods, eyes hungrily locked onto your lips before leaning in to give you another frantic kiss. Your fingers tangle itself in his hair and his arms wrap around you, pulling you in closer to him, arching your back in the process.

You feel his bulge through his jeans as he continues to move his lips with yours.

When he pulls away, he’s breathless and dizzy from the rush of emotions all at once.

You lead him to your bed, inviting him to make himself comfortable before you take the opportunity to straddle him, feeling his erection harden under your covered heat. Resting your hands on his shoulders, you lift his chin to gently guide his eyes to meet yours. Slowly rolling your hips against him, he gasps, causing you to proudly smile.

“Can you take off your shirt?” You ask, tugging on the collar of his white tee.

Pulling the back of his shirt over his head and in one swift move, it’s off his body and on your bedroom floor.

“Can you take off yours?” He nervously asks, earning an endearing smile from you.

“Why don’t you take it off for me?” You giggle, guiding his hands to the hem of your shirt.

He gladly lifts it up and over your head with your assistance, leaving your upper body bare and exposed for him. Jaehyun tries to bite back a smile only to have his dimples betray him.

Without a word, you guide his large hands up the sides of your waist and to your breasts knowing he won’t do it himself.

“Can I?” He breathily asks, licking his lips before his brown eyes innocently look at you for approval.

You nod, your fingers running through his hair before your nails softly rub his fresh undercut.

Pushing your breasts together, he traces his tongue around your perky nipples before sucking them into his mouth. He flicks his tongue against your nipple, causing a tingling sensation to run through your body before peppering kisses against your supple skin.

His hands move to the sides of your neck, pulling you into another intoxicating kiss. He’s hungry for you. He needs you in every way.

Tugging on your bottom lip before his kisses turn sloppy, he moves from your lips to the side of your neck and collarbone — clearly allowing himself to let loose.

You feel him suck on the tender skin on the crook of your neck, ensuring to leave a remembrance of this night while wrapping his arms around your waist. You’re unable to squirm away from him and you’re forced to enjoy the warmth of his chest.

“Have you ever gotten head before?” You ask, whispering in his ear.

He shakes his head, lips still attached to your skin.

“Do you want me to?”

He pulls away, looking up at you. “If y-you want,” he stutters nervously.

“Do you want me to?” You repeat, a smile pulling from the corner of your lips.

“Yes,” he whispers. “I want you to. Please.”

You place a sweet, soft kiss on his swollen lips before trailing kisses down his neck, chest, and abdomen. You begin to undo his pants and with his help, you pull the fabric down his thighs and legs before throwing it to the side. You position yourself between his legs and slip his erection out of his underwear, finally freeing his length from the restrictive fabric.

He’s rock solid — veins protruding against his shaft and his blushing mushroom tip leaking a trail of precum. Not to mention his impressive size.

“It’s a shame you’ve been keeping this to yourself,” you let out, looking up at your best friend as you slowly begin to stroke his length. “It’s honestly selfish of you if you ask me.”

Jaehyun’s cheeks bloom a red tint that spreads and paints his pale chest, embarrassed at your praise and too overwhelmed by your touch.

Your lips wrap around his tip and it’s music to your ears when you hear him let out a deep, throaty groan. Sinking further, you feel his tip hit the back of your throat only to realize you aren’t able to take all of him in. Your mind races at this revelation and excitement bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

Jaehyun holds your hair out of your face, watching your lips wrap perfectly around his girthy member. Your hand compensates for the area of his shaft you’re unable to take into your mouth, slicking up and down, and occasionally twisting your wrist.

Jaehyun throws his head back and begins biting the bottom of his lip to hold back his whimpers. His body tenses up and his fingers rake your bedsheets under him.

Swirling your tongue against his sensitive tip proves to be too much for him when you suddenly feel warm ropes of thick liquid shoot into your mouth without warning.

Swallowing what’s in your mouth, you look up at your best friend who looks down at you in shock before profusely apologizing.

“Dammit,” he groans, brows furrowed. “I knew you giving me head would be too risky.” His eyes close and his fingers pinch the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated.

Sitting on your knees next to him, you attempt to comfort him by rubbing his arm. “I don’t think sticking it in me would have been any better.” You say in an attempt to make him feel better.

“Yeah, but then at least I wouldn’t have been a virgin.” Another frustrated groan leaves him. “I’m so sorry I wasted your time.”

You give him a sympathetic laugh as you push his hair back. “Don’t be sorry, I told you I’d help you and I will. Do you want to stay the night? We can pick up where we left off in the morning.”

“I’m seeing my parents tomorrow for lunch and the drive is pretty brutal,” he pouts. “Are you busy tomorrow night?”

“I can clear my schedule for you,” you grin.

“No, don’t do that.” He places his hand on your thigh. “If you’re busy, we can do it another time.”

“I want to,” you reassure him. Quickly grabbing your phone off the nightstand, you text the group chat with your friends and let them know something came up and you won’t be able to make it. “And I’m officially yours tomorrow night,” you tell him with a toothy grin.

You disappear into your bathroom to grab a warm washcloth for your best friend, helping him wipe off the mess he made when you return to your previous spot.

“Do you want to grab something to eat or watch a movie?” You ask, attempting to toss the washcloth into the hamper near your bedroom door before you feel a tug on your arm, catching your attention.

“I want you to teach me how to make you feel good,” he says, eyes locked onto yours and begging for your approval.

“W-what?” You stutter before Jaehyun’s hand wraps behind your neck, pulling you to his lips.

“Teach me how to make you feel good,” he repeats between kisses. “I wanna make tonight worth it for you.”

An eruption of butterflies flutters your stomach. You feel an arousal build in your core, hearing the words spill out of Jaehyun’s mouth — his voice low and smooth. You allow your body to fall into your mattress with Jaehyun falling on top of you, his lips still attached to yours. Soon enough, you feel his lips attacking your neck, swirling and sucking on your skin.

“Show me what you can do,” you breathily let out.

His hand palms your breast, rolling and pulling your aroused nipples between his fingers before his tongue takes over. His swollen lips trail open mouth kisses down your cleavage and to your stomach.

You guide his hands to the waistband of your shorts before instructing him to help you take it off.

He happily complies, throwing your shorts and underwear behind him without a second thought.

You grip his chin and lead him up to your lips, which he gladly adheres to. Grabbing his hand, you bring his middle and ring finger to your mouth and suck on it — watching Jaehyun’s mouth slightly part at the sight of your lips wrapped around his digits.

He slowly pumps his slender fingers into your mouth as you roll your tongue. Taking a hold of his wrist, you slowly guide his fingers down to your slit, sliding them up and down to collect your wetness before instructing him to trace circles on your bud of sensitive nerves.

“Keep doing that,” you instruct as he tilts his head towards you, allowing you to give him a kiss. You continue to guide him with your words, instructing the speed and pressure in which he gladly follows well. Soon enough you feel the tension in your stomach tighten. Your breathing shallows and your toes begin to curl from the satisfaction.

“I’m so close,” you whimper, biting down on your bottom lip.

Jaehyun continues to rub his fingers against your clit at a steady pace, pushing you over the edge within seconds. Your whimpers are silenced with his kisses.

He swallows your moans and he continues stroking your soaking pussy until you ride out your high with his fingers. Slowly sliding a finger into you, he pumps it a few times before sliding in another finger.

You feel a slight stretch as Jaehyun tries to soothe the uncomfortable feeling with his lips against the crook of your neck, sucking on your skin desperately. Pumping slowly inside of you, you feel yourself loosen around his digits.

“Curl your fingers,” you softly instruct him.

Jaehyun does what you say, causing you to let out a satisfied exhale when he grazes your sweet spot. He continues to pump his fingers, harsher this time, as he curls his fingers like you taught him. His lips never straying away from the crook of your neck. He takes it upon himself to speed up his movements, the sounds of your squelching cunt bounces off your bedroom walls as the palm of his hand meets your clit when he’s knuckles deep into your pussy. He roughly moves inside of you, causing your jaw to drop as bliss washes over you.

You feel your abdomen tighten and the sounds rolling off your tongue grow louder and louder, giving Jaehyun encouragement.

“Gonna come, baby?” He asks against your skin.

You nod rapidly, feeling Jaehyun smirk.

He feels your cunt tighten and your walls pulse around his digits. Jaehyun pulls another intense orgasm out of you. Your jaw drops, watching his fingers disappear inside of you through lidded eyes before you take a hold of his hand to halt his movements when his palm rubs against your sensitive clit.

He brings his fingers to his lips, licking off the wetness that covered his digits — tasting your arousal.

Your face heats up in embarrassment at the lewd sight, knowing your best friend is tasting your juices.

Jaehyun gently tucks your hair behind your ear, rubbing your heated cheek with his thumb to comfort you.

“How many orgasms have you had in one night?” He asks, his lips softly brushing against your exposed shoulder before dragging it under your jaw.

You swallow hard. “The most was 3,” you giggle. “Why?”

He hums, trailing soft kisses from your jaw and up to your cheek. Jaehyun’s finger guides you to look at him before pressing his lips against yours.

“I wanna give you my thanks,” he lets out before repositioning himself with his knee between your thighs. “Can I eat you out?” He asks as his calloused hands rub against your waist and thighs as you’re reeling from your back to back orgasms.

You nod your head slowly.

Jaehyun opens up your legs before dipping between your thighs, hot breath breathing against your sex. He delves between your folds, licking strips with the tip of his tongue. When he finds your clit, you let out a loud gasp — giving him the encouragement needed to continue what he’s doing. Focusing on your sensitive bud, he kisses, flicks, and sucks on it, causing moans to slip between your lips.

“Keep going,” you softly order. “Feels so good.”

Jaehyun slides his finger into your entrance causing you to gasp from the feeling. He slowly pumps into you, curling his fingers and showing you what he’s learned.

You push his hair back, watching as his tongue flicks against your clit and how his mouth wraps around your clit before feeling him suck to his heart’s content.

A fire in your stomach ignites and your fingers firmly grip on his hair, hearing him let out a groan as you tug on it.

Jaehyun pushes against your thighs, widening your spread. The pads of his fingers dig into your skin and he flattens his tongue, licking a long, teasing strip between your folds before he quickly flicks the tip against your clit, keeping his movements consistent.

“I’m gonna come,” you whimper. “Keep going please.”

Jaehyun’s movements don’t falter and he pushes you to your orgasm, helping you ride it out. He feels you jolt under him and he chuckles against your heat at your overstimulation as he continues his movements.

“W-what’re you doing,” you stutter, trying to pull yourself up the bed only to be pulled back down with Jaehyun’s strong arms.

“You taste too good to stop, I want more.” He murmured against you.

“You don’t have to.” You let out a squeal then a giggle when he begins to suck on your clit again. He locks his fingers together over your stomach, keeping you in place before lifting his head — your arousal glistening against his perfectly shaped lips.

“I want to. Like I said,” he kisses your inner thigh. “I want more.” He drags his soft lips against your skin and back to your slit.

He devours you over and over again — eating and slurping you up like a horrendously starved and thirst deprived man until you’re coming on his tongue. Your vision blurs and your mind goes dizzy.

“Jaehyun,” you loudly whimper. “I-I need a break.” Your heart thumps hard against your chest, feeling like you just finished running a marathon.

Your best friend lifts his head between your legs, innocently looking up at you. You kick your blanket towards him, telling him to use it to wipe your juices off his lips.

“I’ll get you some water.” He stands, puts his underwear on, then leaves your bedroom.

Pulling yourself up and resting against your headboard, you try to steady your breathing as you shut your eyes to stop the room from spinning. You hear your fridge open and Jaehyun quickly returns with two water bottles in his hand.

“Was it too much?” Jaehyun asks, watching you slowly flutter your eyes open to look at him. He holds out an opened water bottle for you before opening the other for himself — placing himself next to you and using your blanket to cover your nude body for you.

“I’ll be okay,” you reassure him before taking a long sip of water, nearly finishing half of it in one go. “I just never had so many orgasms before. For a virgin, you know how to work that mouth of yours.” You giggle, placing your bottled water on the nightstand next to you.

Jaehyun presses the opening of the bottle against his lips, pausing to smile at your compliment before he drinks.

“Faked any of them?” He jokingly asks, securing the cap onto his bottle. “If you did, lie to me. I don’t wanna know.” He chuckles, taking your hand into his.

“Fortunately for us,” you nudge his shoulder with yours. “All six of them were very much real.”

“Six, huh?” His brows lift in surprise, his dimpled smile bigger than it was before. “Wanna make it a lucky seven?”

“Shut up.” You playfully roll your eyes at his comment.

“I’m serious.”

You snap your sights onto his face, silently reading his expression. “You’re not tired? C’mon, your jaw must be in pain by now, right?” Your brows furrowed in confusion.

Jaehyun’s hand pets the back of your head. “You’re always putting others before yourself.” He states, inches away from his lips. “It won’t kill you to be selfish for once.” He presses kisses against your neck before slowly pressing his lips down your collarbone.

“Stop me if you don’t want me to continue,” he murmurs against your skin.

“Keep going,” you whisper.

Jaehyun peels your blanket away from your body and throws it to the side, making his way between your legs once again and having you open wide for him. Grabbing a hold of your waist, he roughly pulls you down until your cunt meets with his lips.

“You’re insane, you know that?” You jokingly remark before you gasp, feeling his fingers slide between your folds again.

He gives you a quick lick before lifting his head. “I’d say more of a glutton with a strong desire to please,” he says before flashing you a wicked smirk.

“Deadly combination,” you smile.

“With fantastic results,” he adds.

Without a second thought, he spreads your lips open before working his tongue over your pussy again. This time, his movements are slower and a lot more sensual than previously. He’s taking in your taste, enjoying every bit of it. His tongue explores every crevice of your sweet heat. The sounds escaping your lips adds to his experience.

His hands find yours before lacing his fingers between your fingers — a gesture you find extremely intimate under the circumstances that got you in the situation to begin with.

Soon enough, the familiar feeling begins to settle inside of you and you’re arching your back from pleasure. Jaehyun lets go of your hands to keep you in place as he helps you through your release.

You’re writhing — lightheaded and floating on cloud nine when you’re overwhelmed by pure bliss. Biting down on your bottom lip, you muffle your whimpers and moans as Jaehyun’s mouth continues to suck on your swollen clit.

“S-stop,” you mumble, your muscles going limp from pleasure.

Jaehyun’s soft lips kiss your inner thighs once more before he lifts his head to meet your glazed eyes.

“Are you okay?” He asks as his palms rub against your soft skin to soothe you.

You simply nod — eyes shut and chest heaving up and down as you try to recollect yourself.

“Want me to order your favorite meal?” He chuckles, pushing the thought of going out to a place to eat out of his mind — considering your exhaustion.

“Please,” you give him a tiny laugh. “Thank you.”

When you receive a text from Jaehyun letting you know he’s outside, you hastily make your way to your front door. You swing your door open to find your best friend holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“What’s that?” You ask, knitting your brows in confusion.

“For you,” he smiles, extending his arm to give you the gift as he steps in. “A thank you for last night.”

You giggle, carefully holding it in your hands and excitedly making your way to fetch a vase to put them in as Jaehyun trails behind you.

“If I remember correctly, you already said thank you last night.” You quickly cut the bottom stems of the bouquet as Jaehyun watches. “Seven times to be exact.” You smirk, looking over at a shy Jaehyun who tries, and fails, to hold back a smile.

“Well,” he clears his throat. “Just another way of saying thank you, then.”

As you place the vase of flowers in the middle of your dining table, you catch Jaehyun’s eyes wandering down to the hem of your oversized shirt that ends mid thigh before he meets your eyes — ears tinting as deep red, embarrassed he got caught checking out his best friend.

“Did you bring condoms?” You question, taking one of his hands into yours.

“Yeah.” He fishes for the pack in the pocket of his jeans before handing it over to you.

You quickly scan the box, nodding your head in approval — although you didn’t have much of a preference. “Good,” you smile before slinging your arms over his broad shoulders and pulling him to your lips. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

Jaehyun wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his pelvis. You’re already feeling his large bulge pressing against you.

“Me too,” he whispers between kisses. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you today.” He confesses, pulling away from your lips.

“Glad to hear,” you giggle. “Let’s make sure you lose your virginity tonight.”

You quickly make your way to your bedroom and Jaehyun closely follows behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist. Casually tossing the box of rubbers on your nightstand, Jaehyun quickly spins you to capture your lips with his.

You frantically help Jaehyun remove his clothes while he does the same with yours, leaving both of you completely nude before you both stumble onto your bed. This time, Jaehyun invites you to straddle his lap.

You comply, feeling his thick, warm, and veiny shaft settle against your slit. Slowly rocking your hips back and forth, Jaehyun’s pink tinted lips part and a shaky breath escapes.

“You’re so wet,” he breathes, amazed and grinning from ear to ear. His words spill out no louder than a whisper as his eyes slowly glance up from your core to your stomach, then up your chest, before meeting your eyes.

His tongue delves into your mouth, rolling over yours and taking your bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a soft tug before letting go — a gesture that drives you crazy.

“Let me taste you again,” he begs, pressing desperate pecks against your cheek. “Please, I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

You smile at his revelation, relishing his unexpected needy demeanor. “Yeah?” You tease. “Tell me how you want me.”

“Sit on my face baby,” he groans. “I wanna make you come.” Jaehyun quickly lowers his body until his mouth meets your sweet pussy.

“Jae,” you whine, surprised at his movements. “I don’t — I haven’t sat on someone’s face before.” You confess, heat rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry,” he breathes, his warm breath against your heat before he presses a soft and innocent kiss against your aching clit. “I’ll do all the work. Just stay like this and don’t hold back.”

You grip your headboard, slightly hovering over his mouth as his tongue works its way around your wet folds. A giggle escapes and you feel his tongue flatten before swerving side to side against your bundle of nerves.

Jaehyun’s arms pull you down with a grunt, forcing you to properly sit on him. His fingers press into your hips from behind you, preventing you from squirming away. He moves his mouth frantically against you, eyes peering up as you rake your fingers through his hair.

Jaehyun gropes and harshly squeezes your ass. His palms slide against your skin and to your waist, his nails dragging against your skin. He guides your hips back and forth, encouraging you to move your hips against his tongue. As he begins to suck on your clit, you feel your empty walls flutter.

Using his tongue, you grind against it just as he instructed. You quickly inch closer and closer to your climax. The tight coil snaps suddenly and you jerk at the feeling of Jaehyun’s tongue flicking against your clit.

Your attempt to lift yourself off him fails when Jaehyun pulls you back down to his mouth, continuing his movements on your overly sensitive clit and causing you to twitch as his tongue swipes against you.

“Jae,” you gasp.

“Just one more, baby.” He growls, palming your thighs. “Just one more for me, please. I need it. I need you.”

Your face grows hot and your skin prickles hearing his words — words you never expected to hear from your best friend.

With each flick of his tongue, you’re twitching above him. Your sweet, sensitive, and overwhelmed clit aches with pleasure as Jaehyun begins to suck on it knowing you’re merely seconds away from becoming undone.

The air thickens and your pulse quickens as a familiar feeling approaches quickly. Your body begs for a release as you hear Jaehyun slurp the wetness dripping out of you.

“I’m close,” you croak. You cry out his name and he doesn’t budge until he pulls another intense orgasm from you.

His movements slowly come to a stop and he flutters soft kisses against your swollen clit before allowing you to finally get off him. You melt into your bed as you try to catch your breath.

He shifts to reposition himself against the headboard. “You okay?” He questions, biting the corner of his bottom lip as he smiles. He lifts the back of his hand to wipe your wetness that’s glistening on his chin.

Lunging towards his lips, you catch him by surprise that causes him to chuckle at your actions. You take his erection into your hand, giving him a few slow pumps and allowing a pool of spit to fall onto his reddened mushroom tip before using your hand to spread it against his length.

Jaehyun reaches over to open up the new box of condoms before he rolls one on. When he does, you quickly position yourself on top of him and carefully guide his tip to your entrance.

You slowly sink onto him, feeling his tip stretch out your cunt and mold to his impressive size.

“Oh my god,” Jaehyun whispers, biting down on his bottom lip before his jaw drops at the feeling of you around him. His hands desperately grip onto your breasts, pushing them together and nipping your soft skin around your nipples.

When he completely fills you up, you go still for a moment to adjust to his size. The tingling around your nipples add to the ecstasy you’re experiencing.

When Jaehyun leaves your breasts with a pop, he quickly meets your lips with his, pulling you down and onto his chest.

“You feel—” he stammers. “Like heaven.” His lips messily move against yours, already intoxicated with the feeling of being inside of you. His arms pin you against his chest before lifting his hips into you.

You gasp against his lips and he lets out a trembling exhale.

“Sorry,” he gulps. “Was that too much?”

You shake your head. “I’m ready,” you whisper. “I’ll take whatever you give me.”

And with your permission, he finally lets loose. He frantically drives himself into you, holding onto your body and keeping you in place when you jerk forward with every thrust. The room fills with your whimpers, his grunts, and the sounds of skin slapping against each other.

You’re intoxicated. Desperate for more — for him.

In one quick motion, you’re now under him — trapped between his body and the mattress. His eyes soften at the sight of you before he peppering soft, gentle kisses against your cheek.

“Are you okay?” He checks in, breathlessly.

“Yeah,” you swallow. “Don’t stop, I want you to feel good.”

Jaehyun chuckles. “You feel amazing,” he softly praises as he gently sweeps his lips against your cheek before ghosting above your lips. “You’re absolutely perfect.” Each word is punctuated by a deep thrust of his hips.

Your fingers comb through his hair before finally pulling him down to your lips. The way he passionately kisses you contrasts heavily with how his hips selfishly splits you open but somehow both move as if it knows this is their last time with you.

Heat spreads under your skin and the familiar pleasure building in the pit of your stomach causes the ache between your thighs to heighten.

“I’m gonna come,” you frantically warn.

“Me too,” Jaehyun mumbles.

When your orgasm washes over you, you fall apart — your shattered breath is heard as you tremble from the pleasure. You cling onto your best friend as if you’re stopping him from leaving you.

His grip tights around you and his hips begin to falter when he bucks into you. When he freezes, he allows his release to fill the tip of his latex protection.

He collapses onto your body, chest heaving up and down. Your fingers gently scratch the back of his head, his eyes slowly closing and focusing on the comfort you’re radiating. You both lay there for a moment, basking in each other’s presence.

That is until his phone rings and catches both of your attention, pulling you out of the moment and shoving you back into reality. He quickly pulls out of you to retrieve his phone from the pocket of his jeans.

“Hey,” he greets the caller. You watch Jaehyun throw away the used condom before getting dressed as you lounge on your bed with an unreadable expression on your face. “Y-yeah, uh, I’ll be there. Just give me like 30 minutes.” It’s clear he’s still reeling from his orgasm and you assume the caller notices too. “My breathing?” He turns to look at you. “Oh, I just got done with an intense workout.”

You give him a thumbs up, playfully approving the lie he just told one of his friends.

“I’m leaving now, I’ll see you guys soon.” Jaehyun informs the caller before hanging up.

“No pillow talk?” You giggle. “That’s brutal.”

“Didn’t think you’d be the cuddling type,” he softly laughs. “I’m sorry, I forgot I promised the guys I would go with them to this—”

“It’s alright,” you lie. “I’ll walk you out.” You throw on the old worn out t-shirt on the floor before leading Jaehyun to your front door.

“Thanks,” Jaehyun pauses. “You’re a really great friend for helping me with this. I owe you one.”

“Yeah,” you softly chuckle. The stinging in your chest heightens. “You were desperate, it’s the least I could do.” You playfully and awkwardly nudge him in the arm.

He slowly nods. “Have a good night.” Jaehyun lifts his hand to the back of his neck. For a second, he’s unsure if he should give you a hug or a kiss.

“You too. Have fun tonight,” you force a smile before opening the door and ultimately making up Jaehyun’s mind. “Drive safely.”

Jaehyun gives you a nod before walking out. The door slowly shuts and you lean against it, exhaling the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

You lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. Your mind replays the night and you mentally scold yourself for your naive thoughts that there was something more.

When Jaehyun makes it to his destination, he sits in his car in silence — hands gripped tightly around his steering wheel and his jaw clenched, already regretting leaving you the way he did and missing you more than he should.

It’s been a week since you’ve heard from Jaehyun. Your heart aches at the thought of your friendship changing, but you convince yourself to give him some time — hoping things will fall back into normalcy.

Cuddling into yourself on your living room sofa, your eyes mindlessly stare at your television screen as your childhood comfort show plays and you pull your blanket over your body.

A low rumble of thunder echoed through the vast sky as the dark, charcoal clouds continued to roll in. Rain accompanies the dreary evening and continues to hammer against your glass window.

You’re caught off guard when you hear your doorbell ring — mind wondering who would be idiotic enough to be out as a storm brews above the city.

Squinting an eye to peer through the peephole, your front door hastily flies open at the sight of a drenched Jaehyun standing outside. His dark shirt clings onto his body for dear life as the tips of his hair drip water onto the ground beneath him. His eyes slowly lift to meet yours — glassy, bloodshot, and flooding with regret.

Without a word, you harshly pull him into your apartment, worried about the cold he’ll catch being drenched in rain.

“Wait here, I’ll grab you a towel.” You turn on your heel only to feel an ice cold touch on your forearm.

“Wait,” he whispers.

“Jae, you’re gonna get sick.” You pull your arm from his grasp before making your way to your linen closet to grab a bunch of towels to help wipe him down.

When you return, you quickly instruct him to remove his soaking clothes, assuring you’ll give it a wash. When he doesn’t comply, you open your mouth to say something only for him to swiftly press his lips against yours.

The taste of alcohol still lingers on his lips and it trembles against yours — almost unsure if he should be doing this; if he was allowed to kiss you again.

He pulls away just a bit, enough for your lips to chase after his. “You’re always just out of reach,” he lets out. “I want to stop chasing. I want to have you.”

Crashing his lips into yours, his urgency ripples through his body and into you. You quickly lift the hem of his soaked t-shirt up his body and over his head as a plop is heard when you let it fall against the floor beneath you.

He does the same with yours, leaving you in your underwear, before pressing your back against the nearest wall, caging your body with his. He trembles — maybe from the cold, maybe from your touch, but his movements don’t stop when he begins to undo the button of his jeans. The fabric bunches around his feet before he kicks them to the side.

“Please tell me this is okay,” he begs. “That what I feel for you is okay.”

You nod frantically. “It’s okay.” You softly speak against his lips. “I want you, too.”

A shattered breath parted his lips. “Say it again,” he gulps. “Say you want me. I need to hear it.”

“I want you,” you chant as if it’s a ritual to keep him with you, even if it's for a moment.

He presses his body against yours. Shockwaves jolt through your body and a gasp escapes as his cold skin greedily and desperately swallows some of the warmth you radiate.

Hooking an arm behind your knee, he holds it up as the tip of his cock probes your covered entrance. You pull the fabric to the side and guide it to the base of your hole. With your silent permission, Jaehyun slowly pushes his hips up and into you — slowly filling you up until he isn’t able to anymore.

“I can’t stop thinking about the way you feel,” he breathes. “Under me. Against me. Around me.” Each statement punctuated by a sharp and harsh thrust.

You’re nothing but a mess. Your nails claw at Jaehyun’s pale and damp chest, leaving red streaks behind before cupping the sides of his neck as each thrust completely ruins you.

Jaehyun presses his forehead against yours, shutting his eyes as his unforgiving movements continue to jerk you up, causing you to stand on your tiptoes.

“Look at me Jae,” you whisper. “Look at me while you break me open.”

Jaehyun sharply inhales at your words. “D-don’t say that,” he dryly chuckles. “I can’t think straight if you—” his voice hitches, but his brown eyes lock onto yours, softening at the sight of you — as if he’s been waiting a lifetime to finally be this close to you again.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jaehyun mumbles under his breath before he pushes you further into the wall and pressing the tips of his fingers against the solid foundation behind you. His free hand finds your clit, tracing circles against your aching ball of nerves.

A fire ignites in the pit of your stomach and heat pools in your lower back. Your thighs tremble as you tighten your grasp around Jaehyun already knowing your knees are going to buck. You chase your climax, moaning and whimpering against Jaehyun’s soft, pink tinted lips.

You choke out an abrupt warning before your orgasm hits you like a freight train. You sob and whimper into Jaehyun’s shoulder, gripping his wrist to stop his movements before moving your lips in sync with his.

His hands guide you back to your living room sofa. Your back presses against the cushions and Jaehyun pushes your knees to your chest, folding your body in half as his cock pushes into you once more.

Each thrust of his is deep, frantic, and ruthless with feral grunts accompanying his intent. He uses your body to chase his climax and by his sloppy thrusts, you tell he’s close.

“Jae—” you call out.

“I-I’ll pull out,” he grunts. “Just — just a bit more.”

“D-don’t. Don’t pull out.”

His eyes slightly widen, mind clearly racing from your words. “Fuck, no don’t say that,” he growls. “No going back if we do that.”

“I mean it,” you swallow. “I want to be who you lose control for. I want all of you.”

A tiny whimper leaves his lips before he agrees. He plunges himself into you, over and over again. He’s so deep your mind goes blank — unaware of where you end and where he begins.

His warm, velvety ropes release inside of you and he bites back a groan as he empties himself. The grip he has on you slowly loosens when he pulls himself out of you.

“Are you okay?” He softly questions, gently moving a strand of hair away from your eye.

“I’m fine,” you nod. “Are you okay? You must still be cold.”

“I’ll be okay,” he shyly smiles. “Sorry, I should’ve called before coming over.” He takes a seat next to you, sinking into the sofa.

You gently shush him. “You’re shivering. Let’s shower first and we can talk about it afterwards.”

“I need to say it now before I lose the confidence to say it.” He swallows hard, shaking his head. “I’m sorry I left you last week. I wanted to stay, I wanted to be with you and the second I left, I knew I made a huge mistake. I couldn’t stop thinking about you and I started missing you more than I usually do.”

You place your warm blanket over him, keeping him covered for the time being before lifting your hand to run your fingers through his wet hair. “You’re here now,” you stroke his cheek with your thumb. “That’s all that matters.”

“Maybe it was my fault for asking you to take my virginity knowing my feelings for you,” he sighs. “I just wasn’t expecting to feel these intense emotions after burying them for so long.”

You gently hold his hand in yours, swiping your thumb against his skin. “Stay the night,” you quietly offer. “Let’s talk about where we can go from here.”

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Emotional Support Shrimp

A/N: cutely drops in this fic I’ve had in my drafts for months…I’m still working on the Idia request. AND FOR THE OTHER PPL WHO REQUESTED STUFF I SEE U, I’m just unmotivated…Writers block is kicking my ass 😞

Tags: A little dark, supposed to be funny, fluff, Floyd being a menace…

Warnings:

Floyd leech causes harm (when doesn’t he?)

Violence

mentions of injuries (random student, referee)

suggestive towards the end

Swearing

Honestly, when is money not always a huge feat for you? The day you finally get your allowance from Crowley, it’s gone within a minute from being spent on only a portion of needed items. Last week you ended up running out of tuna for Grim, and for the love of the seven you don’t wanna go through that again. Everyone knew of your situation, wasn’t very hard to see, but you weren’t the type to latch on to others and use them like a pay pig, but many offered which is a little concerning, anyways, to each their own, you suppose. You had your own values to follow, but you did appreciate what they were willing to do.

Azul knew quite fondly of your situation, using you as a “backup” employee for when one of the servers or dishwasher at the lounge decided to call off, and you usually accepted because, hey, money! He didn’t exactly trust you in the kitchen, mainly based off of the liabilities he could face since you didn’t even have birth records or anything that he could “ok” for you to work within that vicinity, but everything else was a great option.

The laborious shifts were no stranger to you after having taken up a position there so many times, you could say you were used to it by this point, and an even bigger achievement, used to the ways of the tweels, specifically Floyd. Yes they were unpredictable, yes they were scary when they wanted to be, yes they gave off mafia vibes, but they somehow “accepted” you, accepted, of course, being a very vague term to describe it. Maybe tolerate is a bit better. They didn’t seem to wish to cause harm or other masses of stress like they would just for funsies with other guys around campus, but if push comes to shove, you bet they’d have no doubt and chuck you under the bus in mere seconds, hence why you try and stay on their good side.

Technically they all owe you one in a way, especially Azul with his little overblot, but that’s something in the past for you at least.

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Incident One: Ice Bath

“Prefect, go reason with him!” Azul barks out the command. You sigh and turn around from his office and go to find Floyd. A cycle that repeats itself. Free Therapist for Floyd is a good title…no, wait no. Doesn’t make sense. Plaything would be more appropriate. The thought makes you shudder and shake your head.

The click of the dress shoes on the ground, the clamor of people in the lounge, drowns out as your thoughts officially take over.

This time Floyd messed around more than he should have with people on Azul’s black list, and he may or may not have gotten carried away. So now you’re back on the hunt to find him after getting an earful from the boss himself, and hearing him and the troublemaker bicker in his office. Fun times here at Mostro Lounge. Why’d you choose to work here. Should have asked Mr. Sam if he needed any help…

The door to the pool is stuck wide open and once you peer your head inside you see Floyd swimming in circles angrily, the water rippling swiftly around his body.

“Floyd.” You call out. It’s almost akin to a gentle coo. Where did that gentleness come from? Whatever…

“Wanna swim, Shrimpy? I’ll promise not to drown you.” He stops and smirks. Ok. Stay away from the water. “Or if you came here to chat…we can see if I’ve got the patience for that right now.” He sighs.

“Azul—“

“I don’t wanna hear it. Quit your yapping and go swim around somewhere else.” His eyes narrow and his fins tense.

“Look. If you just got back to work then—“ you’re cut off again.

“Work is the last thing I wanna do right now.” He glares at you, but then eerily a smirk forms once he beckons you over. “You can cheer me up if you swim with me.”

“I have to get back to working too— and ok, never mind…”

He hoists himself up onto the tiled floor, half of his tail still swaying in the water. And then he pouts at you. It shouldn’t do anything to sway your determination to get him on track again, but it crumbles down those walls and you find yourself walking towards him.

“Yay! You do like me a little at least then, Shrimpy.” He giggles, and before you know it he grabs your wrist and slips back into the water, pulling you in with him.

It’s cold. OH IT’S SUPER COLD!

Thrashing your arms in the water you bob back up to the surface, your uniform hat drifting away to the other side of this might-as-well-be ice bath. This was a lot colder than you remember when you went down to the sea the one time…

“Hah! Cold? Humans are just so weak…” Floyd’s voice rumbles from behind you and his slick, slimy arms wrap around your soaked clothes that act as a second skin, yet barely do anything to keep the bite of the cold away.

“But you’re my Shrimpy so I’ll keep ya safe.”

His warmth is shared with yours now, but it’s not enough, unfortunately.

“Floyd…lemme outta here. It so fucking cold holy shit.”

He giggles at your misfortune and spins around a few times with you in his arms slowly.

His chin rests on your shoulder and a silence falls over you two. It’s not uncomfortable. But it’s short lived.

“Hold your breath!”

“Floyd, wait— No!!”

Bubbles spew out of your nose and you force your eyes open only to see mismatched ones gleaming with amusement.

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“I can’t believe you two…the time spent, rather wasted, will be taken out of both of your checks. This is just unbelievable…” Azul groans. His hand runs down his face before he sets his elbows down on the desk and rubs his temples.

“Out of my office.”

The silence is loud as you two walk out, a towel wrapped around you and a sloppily dressed Floyd who was just earlier grumbling about having to drink that transformation potion.

“Do something like that again and…ugh…”

“Eh? I thought it was fun, Shrimpy! We’ll swim again soon for sure.”

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Incident Two: Plucked Petals

“Drag him back to work…” Again?

You heed Azul’s orders and you turn out of his office yet again, pushing open the door and heading on your way to search for the one and only…

He left midway through his shift. It had only been like 3 hours…and he already got “bored.” You’re just fed up with his excuses, and then you end up getting yelled at as well if you take too long. You need to get back on the clock, too, “be lucky I’m even paying you to go get him,” Azul says, “be lucky I even pay you in the first place,” Azul says. Ok…anyways.

Traces of Floyd are no where to be seen. He couldn’t have gone far in the span of, what? Five minutes? He had long legs, sure, but he—

“OFF WITH YOU’RE HEAD!”

Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no. You knew who that was. Great. Now you had to calm down two people! Lovely…

You jog around the corner of the mirror chamber to the path way only to see Floyd with rose petals scattered about around him and a very angry riddle with his arms crossed in an exponential amount of annoyance and anger, as well as an unamused look.

“Oh-“

Riddles head whips in your direction and you prepare yourself for the onslaught of complaints…

“He broke a rule!” Riddle says, “He ruined my flowers,” Riddle says, “He came onto Heartslabyul grounds without invite and unannounced,” Riddle says. You had enough.

“Yea. He uh…mhmmm. I’ll take him back, just…uncollar him…” your finger points over to Floyd. He’s actively tugging at it and trying to crane his neck downwards so he can gnaw it off…is he ok?

“This is not the first time this has happened. I’ve let him get away with his actions one too many times. I shall send this matter to Headmaster Crowley now if you’d excuse me, Prefect. I have more pressing matters to tend to than dwaddle on a sorry soul who doesn’t know basic decency…”

“Riddle…I get where you’re coming from but Azul will soon have my head if I don’t bring him back and myself…so uh.” You sway on your feet.

He thinks for a moment. You weren’t untrustworthy, so maybe he could let this slide— just kidding, he’s Riddle. With a stern look and a dismissive tone, he makes up his mind and drags Floyd away to the main building.

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“And now Floyd has earned a suspension?” Jade hums as he wipes off a table.

“From entering any other dorm besides his own, prohibited to participate in any club activities or work at the lounge, and now Azul’s making me work his shift and mine for at least a week…until his suspension is up.”

“My, my…I’d say it was deserved. As much as Floyd is held dear to me, he causes the outcomes with his actions. He finds them to be quite amusing, however, greatly so once you get involved.”

“Yea— wait…when I get involved? Is he doing this stuff on purpose?” Your hands perch themselves on your hips.

“That I cannot tell you.”

“Ugh…”

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Incident Three: Balling

“What the fuck…” That’s all that leaves your lips once you step into the gym. People are chatting loudly and quickly and the only message that you got from Ace was:

Help. Floyd did sum shit. Tell him to get a hold and hopefully plan his words right so he doesn’t get a law suit

Safe to say you are fairly concerned. You push through the crowd of kids and find the familiar redhead accompanied by Jamil. Ace doesn’t let you speak one word once his eyes land on you.

“Ok, before you get all mad here, Prefect, you were the first one I decided to call cause uh…you know. You’re closer to the twins than anyone else really…” Ace attempts to reason with you but you’re entirely focused on something else. Someone else.

“Why is that guy passed out?”

The referee is surrounded by a few Sports med mages, all assessing the passes out form in the middle of the court. There’s a small pool of blood under his nose, which his nose is now plugged up with bits of gauze.

“Ok, yea. So…Floyd was given a penalty and he kinda hurled the ball at the ref…now he’s…” he motions vaguely to the motionless form. “Kinda knocked out. Probably has a broken nose. The look on the ref’s face was kinda priceless, though—“

Jamil smacks Ace and sighs.

“What?!”

“Floyd stormed off…” Jamil nods. That much is expected.

“Ok then…I shall…go find him.”

The suns setting. There’s a nice orange hue casted across the land. The setting would be really amazing to gawk at if it wasn’t for the task at hand. To find the culprit and ease him down from his hot headedness…you’re fine.

“Floyd—“

A hand grips your shoulder and turns you around. Face pressed against sweaty skin in under a second and you know who it is.

“Gross! Floyd!” His arms squeeze and, yep, don’t even try and breathe.

“That damn ref, you know? So sensitive! All I did was just trip someone…a couple times. RSA was kicking our asses again…just a tiny bit of foul play never hurt anyone…at least not too bad. Sports back in the sea were more fun!” His hold is steadfast.

“I once broke some poor guppies arm in a sport back home. Scuttle Ship. Fun game. And then I ripped his fins.”

“O-oh…ok…uh. On accident?” You struggle to keep your face from being muffled against his skin.

“Nah. Whole point of the game…whoever comes out less hurt is the winner.”

Oh…oh.

“Fun game…why are you here, anyways? Did ya come to watch the game? Hope you were gonna cheer for me.” His embrace, eases up.

“Uh, yea…and also I was worried…to see that you kinda left after what went down in the gymnasium…”

“Eh. He was a dumb ref like I said…”

You pause and clear your throat. “Your team needs you again…even id you’ll probably be benched.”

“Well then there’s no point in me going back. Plus. You’re better to hang around. I didn’t wanna play that game today, anyways…whaddya say we go scare some students walking around this late, huh?”

“Floyd…”

“Cmon.”

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Last shift of the week! Yay! You just gotta tough it out. Easier said than done. You’ll get your paycheck and then off to Heartslabyul to get Grim and then probably get force-fed some pastries by Trey which you’ll happily accept, and then back to Ramshackle.

“Jade, where’s Floyd? I need these orders for table 12, like now…” you huff as you shift the tray out from under your arm and place it down on the counter, looking back in the kitchen through the doubles doors that swing at their hinges. Articulating back and forth in a fluid motion.

“He got called into Azul’s office.” He hums as he idly writes down things on his notepad

“Again?” That’s just great news for you. “If I have to call him down again I might just quit for real this time.”

Jade doesn’t even turn his head at your words. There ones you’ve said before yet you’re still here.

“Always, he’s been slacking off, as usual.” He smiles. “I can go ask the cooks where the meals are if you’d like.”

“I’d…appreciate it. I need the tips from customers tonight so I need all the tables I can get. Thanks a bunch.” You sigh, leaning against the counter and pulling out your phone. You read a few of the messages sent to various group chats you were in, the first year group chat oddly talking about how Professor Crewel is, quote, “a kinky mf.” Yea, you’re just gonna put your phone away again…were they wrong though?

Jade comes back out carrying another circular tray, you straighten up and you take it off of him. “Thank you, Jade. You’re a financial savior for me.” You chuckle as you move your hand around on the bottom till it rests balanced on your palm.

“It was nothing, really.” He gives a small bow and goes back to his duties.

You head off again back into the seating areas, weaving through the crowds of people who were, for some reason, standing instead of sitting and ending up in your way. You make it over to your section and then over to the table, bending your knees a bit as you place the tray down on a smaller foldable table off to the side. A random plate is selected and you put on your happy face and act for the people sitting around in the booth.

“Here you are, the seafood bake, uh, then you, you got the lobster dish here…then you ordered the salmon, and then you ordered the snow crab! That’s it I believe? Does anybody need anything before I head off?” You clasp your hands together and look frantically around the table as you wait and watch for any of them to speak. You’re met with small shakes of their heads and soft sighs of no’s, taking the hint and giving one last bright smile before you nod and walk off.

Off in the distance, a muffled slam of a door is heard and you see Floyd walking out of Azul’s office, a grimace etched onto his face as he heads back into the kitchen and passes by Jade, who, just glares at him before he goes to finish his own tasks.

You knew what would happen next, Azul would find you, then make you “calm him down.” It was never something you liked mainly because it was putting your life at risk, which was ironic because Azul explicitly stated he didn’t want you partaking in any harmful activities, but whatever. It’s sadly another small side job that’s forced upon you just so Floyd can get back to work himself. All for money…

The other waiters grab dishes and scurry off, moving far away. The chatter and yelling within the kitchen dies down significantly, going quiet as pots and pans slam against the stove top, the only culprit of that being Floyd. You take one breath in before you go inside and pick out the teal-ish colored hair from the other bundles of students and walk over to him as calmly as you could. It’s better to do the things you know that you’ll be asked to do before they happen, so…you got this. And you’re only doing it because you know you’ll be asked to and totally not because you like Floyd maybe a little. That’s not it. Definitely not it. He’s scary why would you like him? Exactly. Anyways! No sweat! It’s just Floyd…that’s it! Just Floyd and no worries…everything will go swell and you’ll all be happy again! Maybe he’ll break a few ribs when he squeezes you but that’s nothing…you’ll just be magicked up later by the nurse mage and you’ll be just fine. Just fine. You’re sweating. Shit—

“Hey, Floyd. What happened.” You sigh with a slight pout on your face. He doesn’t even look at you, his face contorting even more into a look that said “leave me the fuck alone.” It was worth a shot…he usually found that to be a dumb look on you but I guess not today. Oh no. He’s royally pissed right now. Hopefully Azul didn’t sneak a waiver somewhere in that working contract you signed…

You straighten up and glance at the other chefs in the kitchen, all of them giving you questioning gazes. One in the back clasps his hands together and bows his head and— wait, is this guy really praying right now? Geez…

“Floyd…” you try again.

He works away harder at the random meal he’s cooking. The contents already looked charred…

“Don’t wanna talk, Shrimpy,” He huffs, “Go.” He says gruffly.

“I’m not gonna go—“

“I’m busy! Since Azul wants me working my fins off then you know what, I’ll do just that!” He spits out. It sounds threatening, filled with warnings, but before you could try one last time to get him to ease up, one of the students bumps into him, sending the dishes they were carrying flying into the air. The guy stumbles back, food splattering on the floor and plates shattering, Floyd acting like a brick wall and staying still as he slowly turns to look down at him. No words are exchanged. None at all. He simply dumps the hot oil and food that he had into the pan onto him.

Screaming, yelling, a lot goes on within the span of a few seconds. Azul comes in, Jade follows behind, other waiters peer into the kitchen to see what’s going on.

You take the initiative and you grab Floyd’s arm while he’s distracted and take the pan from out of his grasp and set it back down on the stove. You turn the burner off and you look back at him, then to the, now injured, guy upon the floor.

“Floyd. This is coming out of your check, and you’re banned from the kitchen.” Azul comes over quickly with an aura of anger. Floyd rolls his eyes and pushes past him to walk out.

“Prefect, go after him, will you? I don’t need him hurting another person who doesn’t deserve it.” Azul waves his hand at the situation. It was common so no one really took much time to dwell on it since Floyd partook in these types of activities just to pass the time. A common occurrence if you will.

Azul gives you one last stern glance to tell you again silently to go do what he had asked of you. You reluctantly nod and you go out to search for him. It’s absurd, really, having to do all of this. It’d be better if they left him alone to blow off some steam, but no, you have to go calm him down, you have to be the one to watch him like a helicopter parent.

You go to the tweels shared room and knock on the door. It was a just a guess he’d be in his room, but you silently hoped he wasn’t so you’d have some time to avoid either a life or death situation. You liked your life at least a little now…

Silence. You’re met with silence. Ok, try again, just once more to make sure he’s not in there. You knock again, a little louder this time and announcing yourself to being there. And silence again. Maybe fate is helping you out today…

“Floyd? Are you in there?.” You’re about to knock one last time when the door is quickly ripped open, an angry Floyd peering down at you. Brows furrowed, eyes squinted and dark, glazed over with frustration and anger, a scowl etched into his lips. Yep…and here you were, standing in front of him, practically helpless and without anywhere to run because you know he’d find that a fun game and catch up to you in a second.

You straighten up under his gaze and clear the lump in your throat that you didn’t even know formed.

“Hey…”

Floyd doesn’t make any noises, instead opting for what he likes to do when he’s this mad, and wraps his arms around you and squeezes tight. He brings you into the room and closes the door with his foot, going over to his bed and taking you down with him as he nuzzles his cheek against yours.

You try and squirm out of his arms but he’s insanely strong and the efforts you make are useless. You’re already waiting for your back to make a popping noise…

“Floyd— heyyyy…let me go.” You murmur out as you struggle to breathe with all this extra weight on top of you.

“Shhh, Shrimpy. Quiet.” He mutters. He moves his face to the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanning against the side, which in turn causes you to tense up. What the fuck is he doing. You try to shrink away, but that was a mistake because he squeezes you against him even more.

He brushes his lips over your pulse point and smirks, but it quickly fades away as he opts to keep his face pressed up against your neck, not doing anything. He likes to feel your heart racing…

“Always trying to make me feel better, Shrimpy…” he sighs. “And you do…meh, sometimes…you don’t have to listen to Azul…but ya do. Starting to wonder if you just like being around me…” he nuzzles into you again, teeth grazing your skin.

“For one, I kinda have to listen to Azul…” you whisper. “I can’t be like you with him. Plus…I don’t mind you all that much since—“ he squeezes again. For sevens sake. “Ease up! I don’t mind you, yea…you’re fine to be around. That’s it.”

“Liar…” he chuckles. “You’re so silly…” he pulls his face up and looks at you, his mismatched eyes calculating, inspecting that gaze in your eyes towards him.

“You’re stupid, too…for liking someone like me. But it’s so cute, Shrimpy.” His lips quirk up into a smirk and he bears his razor sharp teeth to you. “I could easily hurt you, Shrimpy….”

“That sounds vaguely like a threat but…you don’t really hurt me— not ever actually. Scare me? Yes…but not hurt.” you murmur. His smile softens a bit and he nods, moving his forehead to rest against yours. If you weren’t already flushed, you were now.

“No…but I could, that’s the point.” He giggles before moving away again. He was teasing. “Do you know why I don’t?” He hums as he sits up, letting his arms unravel from around you. He looks out the window connected to the sea. You sit up as well, taking in a well deserved breath of air.

He’s silent for a moment, watching as the fish pass by without a care. Your uniform is all wrinkled now, great—

“Cause I’d be kinda pissed off without you around, y’know. And not just how I usually am…I’d be mad all the time.”

You stop. He stops and looks at you. You make very awkward eye contact with him, but both of your gazes soften. That’s sweet of him in his own way. Quite frankly you didn’t think he was capable of that since it’s not usually like him. Why is your heart beating a bit quicker now? This time it’s not so much out of stress or the fear of being eaten alive, Floyd looks fairly sated so…what’s this feeling for…

“What do you think of me, hmmm?”

You don’t know how to respond to that. Does he actually care what people think? No, not really. You see that all the time with how he even talks to teachers. But if you had to say, the few people he listens to, slightly, are Jade, Azul, and…you. That doesn’t mean anything! This is an odd question coming from him. “I think you’re…ok. Being around you is fun sometimes…uh…I don’t really know.” That’s great. You probably ticked him off more…

“Just ‘ok’? Ouch, Shrimpy…” he pouts as he looks at you. He inches his face closer to yours again, personal space being far out of the question at the moment. He looks down to your lips before smirking again and then locking on to your eyes.

“You just saying that cause you’re hiding something?”

That’s not…you weren’t, no. Definitely not. You didn’t really want to say how well he made you smile or laugh on days where you were down, or that he cared that much to make you happy again. Or whenever he’d always seem to find you to be his go to person to bug now for, well, everything he did.…you didn’t wanna say you liked getting him out of trouble, didn’t want to tell him you do enjoy being around him, he’d get all smug about it…and that’s it! Totally nothing else behind it. Nope.

“Be honest, Shrimpy. You like me? Cause I like you…for some reason.” He sighs. He moves closer again.

Kinda straight forward, no?

“What…huh?! WAIT WHAT?” you manage to stammer out. Floyd nods along to your words with an unimpressed look.

“I like you.”

“I heard you the first time!”

“Do you like me?”

“Ok…well…no! Wait…maybe? Yes? How do I even answer that right away?!” You’re freaking out and he’s enjoying it.

His smirk widens again and he laughs at you…this guy.

“See? Silly Shrimpy…” his arms lace back around you and his face is right in front of yours again.

Without taking anything else into consideration, Floyd pushes his lips against yours.

You don’t move, you don’t try and push him away, and out of all the times Floyd has ever given you a chance to stop him in any of his acts, you could tell this moment was one of them. His eyes are still locked onto yours, lidded and a smirk forming, gaging your reaction. His arms barely touch your body, giving you a chance to get the fuck out if you’d want to. But you don’t move away. You push your lips against his more and you flutter your eyes closed. Floyd takes the hint and he holds you again, though this time, it’s gentle.

After a moment you both pull away, a goofy grin across his face. “Hmmmm…” he giggles, “I feel a lot better now, Shrimpy. See? I’m bored now…cmon, let’s go somewhere and ditch that stupid work Azul’s got us doing…”

So! Wasn’t the best, yes, I know, but it’s something…

Also I feel like some parts from my courting fic for Floyd wiggled its way in here—

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smilegirl234 · 22 days ago

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Humanity’s Strongest Wife

Levi x doctor! reader

It was rare that the survey corps celebrated. It did not matter what they were celebrating, just that there was booze and good company. There was music and space cleared out of the mess hall for dancing.

Erwin was 3 drinks deep already as Levi watched him dance with the doctor from a table near the dance floor. It has a great view of you mingling with your squad.

“Come on Levi, can’t humanity’s strongest soldier let loose and dance?” Eren jokes.

“You should know at this point that title doesn’t actually belong to me,” Levi shot back, bored. His eyes never leaving your figure.

Eren and Armin look confused. Jean seems annoyed, “What do you mean you’re not humanity’s strongest soldier? No one else here can mow down as many titans as you!”

“Yeah!” Eren and Armin agree.

“That title hasn’t belonged to me for a long time,” Levi rolls his eyes at them.

Hange perks up, “Is it finally story time! Oh how I love Levi’s stories!”

“Shut up, four eyes. Don’t get the kids excited.”

“I would like to hear,” Mikasa speaks up for the first time since arriving at the celebration. She gives Levi a knowing look.

“Tch. Fine,” Levi sets down his teacup, “My wife holds that title now.”

“Wife!?” Eren, Armin, and Jean exclaim.

Hange bursts out laughing, “Why are you so surprised? You’ve been friends with her for years now.”

“Wait, Hange, are you…?” Eren starts.

“Don’t even say it,” Levi snaps, “Hange is too tame for me.”

“Tame? Levi I’m so hurt,” Hange fake cries.

“So if it’s not Hange, who?” Armin asks.

“You’re smarter than to ask that, Armin. You of all people should have seen it by now.”

Armin scans around the room. Most women are paired up with someone chatting or dancing. His eyes land on you, dancing and laughing with Erwin. Your hand is in his as he spins you around to the music.

Your eyes land on Levi and his companions all staring at you as Erwin dips you as the music ends. “Looks like you’re wanted over there,” Erwin says as he pulls you up to stand.

“So, anyone care for a dance over here?” You ask as you arrive at their table.

“Doctor, are you married?” Jean cuts in.

You’re stunned. Your eyes flick to Levi’s and notice the small smirk he’s wearing. “Sure, what’s one dance,” Levi stands up, extending his hand to yours. “I still owe you a first dance.”

“Wait! What makes her humanity’s strongest soldier?!” Eren exclaims.

“For starters, her orders overrule Erwin’s. And second, she chooses who lives or dies,” Levi glares at Eren.

The comment sinks in for the young soldiers. She is a doctor. She does choose who she treats and who gets put on the waiting list.

“Oh yeah, and she’s the one who taught me how to kill titans,” Levi smirks, leaving them at the table as he led his wife to the dance floor.

#levi x reader #attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #anime and manga

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woso-dreamzzz · 10 months ago

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Shopping

Hardersson x Toddler!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You go shopping

It was meant to be a quick trip to get groceries.

Pernille was splitting her time between being your mother, going to training and still somehow finding time to do all the chores.

Magda put it on herself to pick up the slack when she came over to visit which was how she ended up in this situation here.

You sitting in the cart, waving around your girl-swan and your girl-moose happily as Magda considers whether Pernille will be able to tell if she buys the cheaper, own brand stuff.

The cart is pressed right up against one of the shelves to make sure it's not blocking the aisle as Magda wonders what bread to buy.

There's a colourful packet of cakes next to you and you reach for them.

You know what to do when you go grocery shopping because Momma taught you.

You throw your cakes into the cart.

Magda whirls around instantly, frowning at the sudden noise.

"Did you put something in?" She asks, finger reaching out to tickle your chin.

You giggle, kicking your legs out as you shake your head.

"No?" Magda says," I think you did. Because I wasn't the one that put these cakes in. No? I should put this back then."

"No, Morsa!" You say," Keep!"

"Keep? Are you paying, princesse? I don't think you have money."

"Momma money!"

"Momma's money? You're going to spend Momma's money?"

You nod, hand reaching back for a tub of brownies.

"Whoa? We're grocery shopping, not princesse shopping!

You stick your tongue out. "For Momma!"

"Are you sure that's for Momma and not for you?"

"Momma!"

Magda sighs, shaking her head softly as her hand runs over your soft hair. "Alright, princesse, let's make an agreement, alright? I'll let you choose two things from each aisle but-"

You cheer, little arms waving in the air and Magda can't help but smile.

"-But only two things, alright? Otherwise we'll go broke."

"What that mean?"

"Don't worry, princesse."

So, you get your cupcakes and your brownies and Magda finally decides on the slightly fancier bread.

"No, princesse." She intervenes quickly when she sees you eyeing up some sweets and you pout.

"You say two! Know my numbers!"

Perhaps teaching you your numbers this early was a mistake because you can count to five all by yourself and you definitely know how many two is.

"But sweeties make your teeth rot and you have such pretty teeth."

"I do?"

"Very pretty teeth. We don't want them to go bad, do we?"

You look longingly at the sweeties but ultimately drop them.

Magda's feeling quite proud of herself as she ticks everything off of the list while also limiting your grabby hands.

It all goes downhill the moment you get to the miscellaneous aisle.

Magda's never quite sure why so many supermarkets have that random aisle of things like kid's toys and slippers and dog coats but without fail, there's one in every supermarket Magda has ever been in.

But that aisle is the one where your grabby hands can't be contained.

"Hey!" Magda says," I know you know your numbers and I know you know that's more than two!"

She picks the little dressing gown you've chosen out of the cart and places it back on the rack.

You pout, jabbing a finger into your chest.

"Bein' good!" You insist," Momma says special prize for bein' good! Always!"

"You're hustling me!"

"Don' know that word."

"It means...It doesn't matter what it means because Momma isn't here right now. I'm in charge."

You bare your teeth at her like a little kitten with puffed up fur and Magda has to smother her laughter.

"Please, Morsa? Be like Momma?"

"No-No! Don't...Don't start crying! I...No...Please stop...Okay! Okay one extra present for good behaviour!"

You grin at her, suddenly no hint of tears are on your face and you turn to look at your options.

"That one!"

Pernille isn't expecting a lot when she gets home.

Magda only flew in yesterday so while she had offered to do some of the chores around the house, Pernille was totally okay if her girlfriend decided she was much too tired to do anything.

Looking after you can be the extent of anyone's energy sometimes.

But, she's pleasantly surprised to see her cupboards and fridge stocked full of fresh groceries and something simmering on the stove.

The less pleasant surprise is the massive cardboard castle that's been built in her living room.

You're stood in the middle of it, armed with a wooden play sword and a pen that you're using to scribble on the castle walls to make it to your liking.

Magda is outside of the castle in fairy wings and a wooden spoon as a wand.

"What's going on here?" Pernille says, brow raised," Where did we get this castle?"

"Shop," You answer, reaching with your sword to bonk Magda on the head," My gift for bein' good."

"And all of the new snacks we have? Magda?"

Magda, rubbing her head, lets out a bout of nervous laughter. "More gifts for being good?"

"Brownies for you, Momma!" You interrupt, grinning and bonking Magda on the head again," Wanna come into my castle?"

"What about me? Why can't I come in?"

You grin, sword coming down yet again. "You're the mean fairy, Morsa. Mean fairies can't come in!"

#woso x reader #hardersson x reader #pernille harder x reader #pernille harder #magdalena eriksson x reader #magdalena eriksson #woso community #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso #the big adventures universe

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casscainmainly · 1 year ago

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My Top 10 Batgirl (2000) Moments

This is my list of top 10 Batgirl (2000) moments!! There were so many to choose from, but these are my personal favs :)). Counting down from 10 to my absolute favourite.

10. Volving

An absolute classic. Perfectly encapsulates what Cass does throughout the entire run, and more writers should play with Cass' use of language like this!

9. Beat Up Every Mob In Gotham

Perfect encapsulation of the early Barbara-Cass dynamic, and one of the funniest moments in the series. Just love the expressions and the way this shows so much of Cass' character.

8. Choosing to Write

The entirety of issue #2 builds up to this heart-wrenching moment. After delivering a dead man's final message to his wife, Cass sees the wife's reaction to the written message and decides to learn to write. A foundational moment for her character, and a nice motherly Babs scene too.

7. Alpha Redemption

Capping off issues 35 + 36, Batgirl unmasks herself to convince Alpha (an amnesiac villain) that he doesn't have to be defined by his past. Brilliantly displays her core belief that people can change, and the fact that her belief pays off makes this moment extremely moving.

6. For God's Sake

Possibly a controversial pick, but I really like this moment because it underscores some of the fundamental conflict between Babs and Cass. They love each other, but they don't always understand each other, particularly in regards to each other's disabilities. A painful moment that should have been explored more.

5. Fight For Your Life

My favourite Stephanie and Cass moment in this run. You can feel Cass' grief throughout this hallucination, but there's also so much hope and love (for Stephanie and for herself). It's an amazing conclusion to Cass' initial suicidal tendencies: instead of desiring death, she now actively fights to live.

4. Darknight Detectives

This interaction sums up a lot of Bruce and Cass' best moments. Cass' unwavering moral beliefs, Bruce's pride, their instinctive understanding of each other; they just get each other in a way few others do. I picked this one instead of the 'instinct/good answer' moment because it also marks Cass' development in her detective ability. From Moment 8 above to here, the confidence in her mental capacities has grown so much. She really volved!

3. Perfect For A Year

I mean of course this had to be here. These lines literally take up 90% of my brain space, it's an incredibly tense moment that illustrates Cass' desire to be perfect, her need to be useful and good. This issue is also just awesome.

2. You're... Not

Another absolute classic. Illustrates Cass' compassion and her belief that people aren't defined by their lineage, which is particularly personal to her, given her own dad. This struggle between good/bad, parent/child defines many of Cass' best stories.

1. Who Do You Think You Are? + Father's Day

What else would number 1 be?? Issue 33 is my favourite in the entire run, and the entire thing is stacked with moments that could fill up this list. I just love 'who do you think you are' because it's all of Cass' rage spilling out, and yet she still loves David Cain in her own complicated way (and he reciprocates, too). Then we have the ending, which is the BEST Bruce and Cass moment ever. The sparse, meaningful dialogue, the expressions, the reveal of the TITLE: comic book writing at its finest.

Honorary mention to the Shiva/Cass fight, which just narrowly missed out.

#cassandra cain #batman #batgirl #everyone should read batgirl (2000) right now #barbara gordon #stephanie brown #bruce wayne

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nightplvmes · 2 months ago

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⋆｡° | idol (pt 1)

⋆｡° | pairing : boyguard sylus x idol reader | sfw, fluff, MDNI! ⋆｡° | word count : 1,700 ⋆｡° | author’s note : so i've been thinking a lot about writing this au. it was actually a quick thing, so it's not the best. i plan on continuing this as a mini-series, but i'm still undecided. i'll probably write another one shot with more detail about their first kiss and how they met and everything mentioned in this one shot. likes and reblogs are appreciated!! :) ★ masterlist here

It wasn't something that happened to you often but it used to happen because everyone gets tired sometime, right? You had found that the cool night air always cheered you up and that night seemed to be no different. But it was because you were no longer just a teenager who lived with her parents and could go out on the terrace in peace to look at the moon, without worrying that someone was going to photograph you.

"There you are" the relieved voice of your bodyguard reached your ears and you didn't have to turn around to know he was approaching. You sighed and waited a few seconds thinking he was going to sit next to you but he didn't do it.

A grimace formed on your face but you tried not to think too much about that, or the fact that he had kept his promise to be strictly professional. Sylus was a sort of replacement to your usual bodyguard, you didn't remember exactly why he had taken a break as no one had given you too many details. Sylus showed up the next day and no one gave you too many details about him. You tried for the first few days to get to know him more but he remained strictly professional…. Until the tension grew and what you called "the accident" happened.

It happened on a weekend break. You were in a daze, you had been taken to a hotel far away from the place where your next concert was going to be and had not been left with anyone except Sylus. You didn't quite remember why you had started a fight but he hadn't allowed it, he had to take you by the shoulders and remind you that you were just stressed and seconds later you found yourself realizing that…. he was right. You were stressed. You ended up having dinner on the couch with him, you showed him your favorite show and spent the whole night talking. That's when you found out that he collected vinyls and sometimes practiced boxing. You tried not to make a comment about that but maybe it was because of the wine that your tongue got loose.

Did they kiss? Of course they didn't. Not that night at least.

The kiss happened the next day at breakfast. You had asked him how he had ended up there, being a bodyguard for a celebrity that many media tried to paint as spoiled girl. That's when you found out that he liked your music, had listened to it and apparently wasn't so ignorant when it came to your lyrics. It was the first time someone mentioned something about the lyrics that you yourself had worked hard to write and not the generic lyrics that were composed for you by professionals looking for good numbers.

The kiss happened when you were showing him how you were preparing your favorite sandwich because it certainly wasn't just any sandwich for you. Of course it wasn't! You asked him to help you choose one of the three condiments on the counter and that's when it happened. Maybe it was the way he had leaned over you or the way his face was too close to yours.

The kiss had been… different. Usually the boys you had kissed in the past were rushed, as if they wanted to just put you on a list. Sylus was different, he had taken his time, one of his hands had gone up to leave soft caresses on your cheek. His lips tasted yours and his tongue explored every inch of you as if he was trying to keep it in his memory. The kiss did not end until your chest ached from lack of air.

The problem happened on Monday. There was a different smile on your face when you arrived at stadium that morning and the friendly teasing from your friends didn't take long. However it wasn't the same when you saw Sylus, he didn't smile, he didn't even follow the teasing when you tried to talk to him.

It was when you were in your dressing room that he apologized to you. He said that it shouldn't have happened, that it was a mistake because he worked for you. The words didn't come out of your mouth, you didn't know what to say because he was partly right but at the same time you were stunned because he was the first person to tell you in a kind way that it would be best to stay close to you. Well, maybe not in those words, but he had still been kind saying that his had been nothing more than a kiss.

"Are you okay?" the voice of Sylus brought you back to reality. For a second your mind had wandered thinking about that morning, the morning you two had kissed and the day after when you realized nothing else would happen.

"Yes. Never mind, I just wanted some fresh air." You shrugged and turned to continue watching the empty street from the terrace. The air hit your face and tousled your hair. It was much colder than when you had come up for some air but you refused to admit it because you hadn't been wearing anything else to bundle up anyway.

Maybe Sylus hadn't been working with you too long, but he had managed to read every expression from you and the little tremor in your shoulders hadn't gone unnoticed. He struggled with all his might, he tried to contain himself because he knew that nothing good was going to come out of dating a client or you dating your bodyguard. However, he couldn't and seconds later he found himself sliding in next to you and draping his sweater over your shoulders.

"I'm fine, I don't need your sweater" you said with your brow slightly furrowed.

He raised an eyebrow but said nothing, especially since you hadn't even taken it off. You were both silent for several seconds and you simply returned your gaze to the empty street. Waiting for something else to happen.

"Kissing you was the best thing I've done in months," Sylus' voice cut the silence between the two of you. Something in your chest leapt with joy but you refused to move an inch. "I didn't want to cause you trouble."

You turned to look at him with a clear face of confusion, until it didn't take you long to remember…. In the industry you were in, having a partner or having any rumors of a relationship could destroy your career or just take it downhill in a shocking way. "I have no regrets" you said without thinking but it was true. You didn't regret it at all. "But I don't like your way of just being professional. I don't want you to be professional with me." You frowned but Sylus only raised an eyebrow.

"If I wasn't a professional I'd be all over your lips all day." You raised your eyebrows somewhat in surprise. Not because it was something bold or something you would have disliked, but it was certainly the last thing you imagined about him because if someone had told you a week ago that you would have your new bodyguard telling you that, you certainly wouldn't have believed anything. Maybe you would have even scoffed at the situation.

"Could you give me an example?" you asked with that tone that made Sylus clench his jaw. Because he knew it was a hint and he was about to cross so many lines that he shouldn't, he would be fired if the agency where he worked found out.

You didn't stop him when he pressed his lips to yours. Kissing Sylus was… it was something you wanted to do every day. It was like the relief you feel in your lungs after you've been drowning. Maybe because of the way he always seemed to take his time to savor every part of you or the delicate caresses he left on your cheek.

Again it was the lack of air that made them separate. He pressed his forehead against yours in silence, just the sound of the night and your slightly heavy breaths. You didn't know at what point you had stopped seeing Sylus as only your bodyguard because you two had joked, he had told you about the things he did in his free time and you were almost certain that you had fallen asleep on his shoulder during the last flight there.

"Don't be professional with me" you murmured against his lips. You didn't want him to walk away from you, you didn't want him to be only your bodyguard again tomorrow and anyway, Sylus didn't want to do that because he had crossed a line with you. There was something in his chest that compelled him to protect you and not just as a client, so he only nodded as his lips pressed against your forehead.

It was a flash in the distance that made you frown. You shifted your gaze into the distance, your eyes scanning the small path that had crossed the street for anything the slightest bit suspicious or even an unusual noise. The silence of the night and the blowing of the air for a second felt unbearable.

"Are you okay?" the voice of Sylus pulled you out of the little bubble. You turned your gaze towards him and had to blink a couple of times before you snapped back to reality. His fingers caressed your cheek as he waited for your response, brushing away small strands of hair that were bothering your face from the air.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I just thought I saw something." A small smile formed on your face and you nodded. He thought about it for a couple of seconds but seemed convinced.

His arm went around your shoulders, pulling you back to him. You didn't hesitate for a second to snuggle up to his side, letting out a sigh. Your eyes scanned the path one last time in search of something unusual but there was nothing in sight, you could barely see anything due to the darkness of the night.

You gave up a few seconds later, hiding your face in the crook of Sylus' neck, trying to breathe in his scent. Thinking that that little white light had surely been your imagination.

#sylus #love and deepspace #sylus x reader fluff #sylus x reader #sylus x you #lnd #lads #lads x reader #lads fluff #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace fluff #bodyguard sylus #idol au

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giulzart · 4 months ago

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hey can u give me interactive fiction recs? i went down a rabbit hole with wayhaven and infamous and i need something to fill a void 🙏

Hi, sure i’ll list some of the blogs on here from ifs i’m playing and enjoying and I hope something will fill the void haha

If you like wayhaven try and check out:

@barbwritesstuff Bloodmoon and Thicker Than - the themes are different but you get vampires and werewolf in modern times creating a bond with others peers plus you have to solve mystery and navigate powerplays so they’re both very fun!

@vapolis Remember You Will Die - it’s a bit darker theme wise(cyberpunk/sci-fi), but the MC is so fun and unhinged and the RO’s as well haha

@vendetta-if Vendetta - again different theme but you have complicated family, you get cool powers and the fighting scenes are chef kiss imo

Instead if you liked infamous:

@pressplay-if Press Play - it’s music themed. It’s an esclusive interview with the members of a retired famous band after years since they disbanded. The author said it’s a tragedy and your MC is probably not gonna have an happy ending with the ROs so you’ve been warned haha

@apt502-if Apartment 502 - Kind of has a New Girl/Friends vibes. It’s a slice of life, you move to New York and get a new job, meet new people but you also lose someone… it has sooo many choices and opportunities for customising your MC, fyi your MC is not gonna have an easy time in the beginning just so you know

@loveandleases Love and Leases - slice of life, you get to move on after a break up and some family drama. Lots of nice ROs with different vibes and personality, also I’m a sucker for these sitcom like ifs cause I love to see how it goes and evolves!

I’m add some fantasy options ‘case I really like these too.

(Some of them have some warnings so i suggest read those before checking out the actual if!)

@virtues-end Virtue’s End - I’m a sucker for the aesthetic of this if, gives me gothic fantasy Middle Ages with a little bit of Bloodborne vibes sprinkled in there and I’ve been loving all the chapters (also Shea has me and my mc in a chokehold hahah)

@night-market-if The Night Market - I really admire and appreciate the world building of this if (also love all the hints at mythology and take on some religions in it) and how it’s not all so black and white for the characters, in the sense that even if I don’t agree with the choices of some characters I still get where they’re coming from and for me that’s characters well written that I enjoy!

@louroth Ouroboros - darker theme, apocalyptic vibes but with some magic and fantasy in there. I like the different MCs you can make and you also have some monster options for the ROs, if you like that!

@ataleofcrowns A tale of Crowns - The setting for this if is one of my faves and all the ROs are captivating yet diverse along with their backstory and I love the building of the MC as well (check out D storyline if you like the angst of A’s in Wayhaven, they’re very different but the angst hits good)

@coeluvr Crown of Ashes and Flame - I really like the setting and, again, you can seek vengence, if you want, and the characters are all interesting and you can get a nice dose of angst if that’s what you like

@llamagirl28 The Bastard of Camelot - again really enjoy the theme of Arthurian legends and the spin the author chose. You get a lot of options for the ROs to pick from and you can also choose the type of relationship you’ll have with your parents AND you get a dragon (read the warning before playing and make sure you’re comfortable with what you’re gonna read)

@intimidatingpuffinstudios The Soulstone War Series - again fantasy with magic, dragons, an interesting plot, you get a donkey and the RO’s are all hot hahaha

@fallenhero-rebirth The Fallen Hero Series - superhero themed but in an apocalyptic world and you play as the villain! It was one of the first if’s I’ve played and I still replay it every once in a while cause I really like it!

I’d have added more but the list was already long so maybe I’ll do a part 2 hahah!

#sorry if this took a while but irl got busy #like i said if you want more titles i have more haha #hope you find something to fill the void in the meantime #thanks for the ask!#interactive fic

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hxney-lemcn · 8 months ago

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Best Friend — Daisuke x gn! reader

summery: being friends with Daisuke, you and him have some fun and not so fun moments, but you find yourself confessing your feelings to him accidently.

tw: mentions of Pony Express (gross), slight angst (but barely)

a/n: guys Daisuke has me in his grips rn, things kept getting written and here we are. I love him your honor.

wc: 2.3k

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Part One | Part Two

It was a warm day in spring. Sun shining down, fluffy white clouds floating by, a gentle breeze tussling your hair, and your company had made it all the better. Daisuke sat across from you at a picnic table at the park. Birds chirped overhead, sounds of kids running around and playing in the distance, while both you and Daisuke were having idle chit chat.

“How’s college going?” Daisuke asked, glancing up at you from his phone.

“Don’t get me started,” You grumbled, brain frying at the mere thought of school and work.

Daisuke chuckled lightly, putting his phone down and resting his head in his hand. Mirroring his movements, you asked, “How’s it going on your end?”

“Don’t get me started,” He repeated your earlier words, causing you both to break out into a small fit of laughter.

“That bad, huh?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” He grumbled, a pout resting on his lips. “My parents won’t stop buggin’ me about finding a job or internship. I dunno what I wanna do yet though.”

“That sucks,” You sympathized. “I still don’t know what I wanna do exactly, but my parents wouldn’t take no for an answer when it came to going to college. Lets hope I choose the right major.”

The lull in your conversation gave you time to admire your long time friend. His hair was growing out from the last time he dyed it, laying nicely on his shoulders and cut jaggedly. His brown eyes had drifted from you, staring up into the canopy of the trees that surrounded you both, the sun shining across his nose. The beauty mark that rested below his right eye and on his left cheek. He was too pretty for his own good. Not to mention his good sense of fashion and funny personality, he was like your dream boyfriend wrapped in a single package. Well actually…

Yeah, you fell for your friend…a while ago too. Could you blame yourself? He was sweet, caring, funny, pretty, maybe a little dense and average when it came to school work, but you wouldn’t have him any other way. Daisuke was a good guy, a bit lost at the moment, but you were gonna stick by his side until he found his passion, and hopefully after that too.

“They found an internship actually,” Daisuke broke the silence, brown eyes landing back on yours.

“Oh?” You questioned back, blinking out of your stupor. “Where?”

“Pony Express,” He shrugged, trying to look nonchalant, but you could tell it was bothering him.

“You mean the shitty delivery company?” You asked confused. “The one that ships to other planets?”

“Yeah,” Daisuke replied, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s not concrete or anything, but they’re kinda serious about this one.”

Your stomach dropped. There was no way he was actually…

“I don’t think I can say no.”

It was like your world was crumbling. Daisuke was not only your crush, but the only friend you talked to outside of high school…he was kind of your only friend. Not only that, but the safety of those trips have been heavily criticized, especially Pony Express. They were known for cutting costs and slipping things under the rug. Many workers came out with accusations that were swiftly silenced, rumors of toxic work culture littered everywhere you could look. What were his parents thinking?!

“R-really?” You asked, trying to mask the fear that coated your words and expression. “Isn’t…there are so many other trades, why would they start you with something so demanding?”

“To teach me responsibility,” He shrugged, avoiding your gaze. You felt anger start bubbling up within you. Sure, Daisuke hasn’t had a real job yet, but that wasn’t an excuse to throw him to the wolves to teach him a lesson! Sure, they meant well, but what about an electrician's apprentice or welder, hell even a plumber! Just…something that wasn’t him hurtling through space for God knows how long with little to no communication.

“I-it’s not as bad as it sounds,” He tried to console you, but you, you were absolutely livid, trying to calm yourself down by taking deep breaths.

“What if I find you something different?” You asked, your desperation clearly showing. Daisuke felt his stomach twist, he always hated seeing you sad, and now he was the reason.

“I don’t know,” He sighed. “Maybe if it’s something serious looking.

“Okay,” You nodded, suddenly getting serious. “How about we try finding alternatives together? Try to find the best of both worlds.”

“Sure,” Daisuke replied back, looking a bit more hopeful than before.

…

“Wanna sip?” You asked, tilting your drink towards Daisuke. He had seemed intrigued by what you got, but ordered something different. Sharing was a common occurrence between you both anyways, so neither of you batted an eye.

“Thank you,” He grinned brightly, taking a quick sip before leaning back in his chair. “Oh, that is good! I’ll have to get it next time.” You nodded, taking a quick sip before placing the cup on the table. Your eyes noticed the pink hue that seemed to seep into Daisuke’s cheeks, but decided to ignore it, instead taking a glance around you both. You were visiting the local mall, spending some more time together. Many types of people walked past you as you both sat in the food court having a quick snack before continuing your shopping.

“Y’know,” He spoke up, snapping your attention back onto him. “I think someone’s checking you out right now.” The way he spoke was conspiratorial, leaning across the table and whispering into your ear.

You blinked in confusion, glancing around once more before whispering back, “Who?”

“That guy,” Daisuke pointed discreetly to a guy who was not even hiding the fact that he was indeed looking at you. It made your skin shiver, not liking the attention.

“Ew,” Was your immediate response, causing the both of you to break out laughing, huddling into each other like little kids who were trying to hide.

“I thought you’ve been wanting a boyfriend for forever,” Daisuke chuckled out, whipping an invisible tear from his eye.

“Yeah,” You grumbled back, trying to ignore the way your cheeks flamed at the admission. “But not a random person.”

“Then how are you gonna find someone?” He asked innocently, tilting his head in genuine confusion.

“I…” Was it just you or was the room getting hotter, ‘cus you felt like you were starting to sweat bullets. (Un)fourtunately, the guy from moments before walked over, somehow the sight of you and your friend laughing uncontrollably after looking at him boosted his confidence…somehow. People were still a mystery to you.

“Hey,” The guy greeted, a slimy smirk on his lips. He wasn’t the worst looking person, he actually looked conventionally attractive, but that seemed to make this all worse for you. He was clearly confident in his looks and his friends were watching while snickering to each other. Gosh, this felt like high school all over again, he was probably gonna say something nice and then immediately insult you. You thought you were past this stage in life already…apparently not.

“Uh, hi,” You greeted back awkwardly, constantly glancing at Daisuke like your life depended on it.

“I noticed you from across the room and thought you looked attractive,” The random guy said, eyes once again looking you up and down. Oh God, this was worse than high school…was he being serious right now? You tried to hide your grimace, not wanting to upset him, but also not wanting to lead him on.

“Uh…thanks?” It came out as more of a question, and you elbowed Daisuke as he let out a muffled laugh, absolutely eating up this awkward encounter.

“Yeah,” The guy nodded, not even sparing a glance to your friend. “So I was wondering if I could get your number.” Your heart dropped, panic started to thrum through your veins. What do you say? Well, no of course. But how do you say it without sounding like an asshole?

“It’s (xxx) xxx-xxxx,” Daisuke smiled ‘innocently’. You gave him a blank stare, trying your hardest to not grin like the cheshire cat. The guy put the number that not only wasn’t yours, but Daisuke’s, into his phone before winking at you.

“Cool,” The guy smiled. “I’ll text you later.”

“Y-yeah,” You coughed into your palm, trying to smother the laughter that was threatening to bubble up. As soon as the guy left your vicinity, you both broke into a fit of chuckles, clutching onto the other all the while.

“I can’t believe you did that,” You cackled. “God I love you so much.”

It was an innocent admission. Something you had been holding close to your heart for who knows how long. It had been bubbling and brewing with every smile he sent your way, every silly drawing and caring gesture, every time he comforted you or made you laugh. It was bound to overflow, to spill past your lips in a moment of vulnerability…but the second it left you, your expression dropped. Once again panicking as Daisuke looked at you in surprise. It was hard to ignore the pink on his cheeks this time.

Trying to regain his composure, with a small smile he replied, “I love you too.” The atmosphere was tense, and you knew he meant it platonically…at least that’s what you thought. He was giving you an out, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to take it. But as the chatter of other people around you filled your senses once more, bags rustling and the smell of a mix of foods, you decided it wasn’t the best setting to go over such emotions.

Fingers twitching, you grab one of Daisuke’s hands, gathering your bags in the other. He sent you a confused (and a bit frightful) look, but grabbed his own items, letting you pull him away when he was ready. Every nerve in your body felt alight, trying to ignore how his fingers curled around your own, how your heart was going a mile a minute, how you felt like you couldn’t hold it in anymore. For all you knew, he was going to intern at Pony Express, and you had been holding these feelings in for far too long, and he just needed to know you were serious about your accidental confession.

When you both sat in your car, you turned the music down, turning to face the confused man, “I meant it.”

Blinking, he simply replied, “I meant it too.”

“No,” You groaned, face aflame and heart pounding. “I love you, Daisuke. Like, I want to hold hands with you and do gross coupley things.”

His blush had become ten times more prominent, the red coating his tanned cheeks brightly, eyes wide in astonishment. Daisuke never knew you liked him like that. Sure, he had hoped, having grown feelings for you as well. Unlike his other friends that he would go out and party with, you were more grounding, enjoying the quiet moments and letting him vent when needed. You had been his friend for so long, he couldn’t imagine a life without you by his side. Whenever his parents or you asked him what he wanted for his future, all he could really come up with was that he wanted you there.

And now you were here, confessing to him. Was he dreaming? Had he died and gone to heaven? Could this really be happening? Well, whatever this was, he wasn’t going to let this opportunity go.

“I…I wanna do that too, with you,” He replied back, gaze shifting from yours, but the giddy smile on his face gave away that he meant what he was saying.

“R-really?” You asked hopefully.

“Of course!” Daisuke responded passionately, his embarrassment slowly fading. “You always listen to me ramble about stupid things, and you keep my stupid drawings and you're also really pretty, or, uh, handsome, no I mean beautiful…shit.”

You chuckled, reaching out and grabbing his hand somewhat bashfully, “I think you’re pretty, handsome, and beautiful too.”

And as the both of you sat there, staring at each other with loving gazes, you felt like no matter what, things would be fine. You both can get through any problem as long as you have the other.

Bonus:

“Oh my God he texted me!” Daisuke exclaimed, calling out your name like you weren’t lying right next to him.

Turning off your phone, you snuggled into his side, resting your head on his shoulder, both staring at his phone, “What did he say?”

“Hey, it’s the guy from the mall,” Daisuke read aloud. “Do you wanna come watch a movie at my place?”

“Ew,” You scrunch your nose at the thought. “Who thinks it's a good idea for the first date to be at a private location?”

“He probably thought he was gonna get some,” Daisuke rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Yeah, I think that’s even worse,” You grumbled.

He only chuckled, asking, “What should I say back?”

“I dunno,” You shrugged. “Something stupid.”

“Sorry, I have to fold my dishes,” Daisuke spoke while typing, the silly grin never leaving his lips.

“That’s such an old meme,” You laughed. Your boyfriend merely shrugged, clicking send anyways. The two of you watched as it was marked read, then the message bubbles that popped up and disappears periodically. The two of you were giggling like it was the funniest thing in the world.

“When are you free then?” You read out this time. “Wow, am I really that good looking?”

“Duh,” Daisuke rolled his eyes while squeezing your waist. “I just got lucky that you chose me.”

“I didn’t choose you,” You replied. “You kinda snuck your way into my heart and one day I was like, damn…I like him.”

Looking down at you, Daisuke stared like you had hung the stars and moon, causing your heart to accelerate. Leaning down, he placed a short kiss to your lips, then swiftly kissed you again and again until his heart's content.

As you both got lost in each other's love, you had completely forgotten about the random guy, whose messages were left forgotten.

#mouthwashing #daisuke mouthwashing #mouthwashing daisuke #mouthwashing x reader #daisuke mouthwashing x reader #mouthwashing daisuke x reader #x reader

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nezz-cringe-crib · 5 months ago

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not not not normal about the machinery/technology themes in L's english musical lines it has me in a grip.

all the characters actually have such clear themes and motifs but i especially love how L's is so subtly crafted.

there's obviously "The Game Begins." very clear machinery themes. pixels and code and blahblahblag sad technology boy. BUT IT CONTINUES IN OTHER SONGS TOO!! WHICH IS SO NEAT. AND THE PLACES THEY CHOOSE TO PUT IT IS SO GOOD in fact here's a whole list of bits i can pinpoint:

Secrets And Lies: - "All of the data has been analyzed" - "What other data does he have to see?" - "The truth is hard to sort out"

The Way Things Are: - "The cold, hard truth / Can't shut it down... / You can't turn it off" - "I won't let who I used to be... / Get me out of sync" - "I'll turn into a different me / Not so cynical / Not so clinical" - "Frame by frame / I see this movie in black and white / Shot by shot / Minute by minute..."

The Way Things Are (Reprise): - "I win the game / Gotta calculate one last trick"

The Way It Ends: - "Go through the motions like the hands upon a clock" - "I'm like a software program caught inside an endless loop / Just bad code that keeps repeating" - "It's like I'm hitting all my marks, as if I'm acting in a play / So out of character, yet somehow not a shock" (THIS ONE I LOVE THIS ONE IM TALKING ABOUT LATER) - "My camera's cloudy lens now / Takes much darker pictures than before" - "See it flicker, hear it humming" - "The message that it sends now / Sounds exactly like a closing door"

i bring all of this up to not only point out all the little machinery bits bUT TO NOTE WHEN THE MACHINERY ISN'T PRESENT AND IS MOST PRESENT.

the only songs where we lose the theme of technology in L's lines is when he's with light. "Stalemate" and "Playing His Game" aren't on this list. L doesn't use many technological terms in those songs. the only ones that pop up are said by light (ex: "Does he see pixels, not dreams") and that's because it's about light trying to follow L's machine-like thinking.

in fact, "Stalemate" (i think, it's late and i don't wanna check all those songs again) is the first time L uses some kind of human analogy: "Just like two actors on a stage / Go through the motions that we both rehearse... / Eyeball to eyeball / We'll see who blinks first."

IT'S BECAUSE HE'S WITH LIGHT. LIGHT MAKES HIM HUMAN.

IN FACT IT MAKES HIM SO HUMAN THAT WHEN LIGHT KILLS HIM IT LIKE SENT HIM THROUGH FUCKING SHOCK. WHICH IS WHY "The Way It Ends" AND "The Game Begins" HAVE THE MOST MACHINE BASED TERMS.

we are introduced to him as a robot, and it is stripped from him when he meets the one case/person that makes him feel alive, and suddenly it all hits him like a truck when the one thing giving him that sliver of humanity is what kills him. that line-- "It's like I'm hitting all my marks, as if I'm acting in a play / So out of character, yet somehow not a shock"-- encapsulates it perfectly. L is used to hitting all his marks already, because he has been raised as a machine, but with light those marks have been different. he has not been hitting them out of code, he has been hitting them out of precise and willing action. he did it with the fire that sparked inside and kept him burning, not the cold hard gears he was raised on. but playing with fire means melting everything you once had. it's gone now. it is what he has always done but it is no longer him.

note the shift from "eyeball" to "camera lens." note the mix of personification with machinery in "hands upon a clock" and "flickering" to "humming."

L lost because he was too alive. L died because for a second he was human.

#GGGRAAGH IM GOING INSANE #OOUGH IM SO GONNA REBLOG THIS LATER WITH HOW LIGHT'S THEMES ARE SO HUMAN AND FIRE AND GGRAAAGH GODGODGOD #THEY CONSUME ME #nezz brainz #analysis #death note #dn #death note musical #l lawliet #light yagami #lawlight #musicals

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Adversarial 1/? (Bucky/Mechanic!Reader)

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Summary: The textbooks all say that finding your soulmate feels like figuring out your place in the world, something you’ve always thought was utter bullshit, but--

…but your soulmate has a mechanical arm

Word Count/Warnings: 4,000 | explicit sex

As 2/7 of my birthday fics for @ronearoundblindly, adVERsarial is a Soulmate AU 'enemies to lovers' with a brash, outspoken f!reader. Stay tuned for more, and feel free to drop a comment if you'd like to be on the tag list!

Excerpt:

“Are you the lead mechanic? Stark said I could find them here.”

“I am, and I’ll be honest, I’m more than a little bummed out that those aren’t the words written all over my mitt, here,” you tell Captain America, holding up your (grime-covered, unreadable) left hand.

A ripple of… something tugs his eyebrow upward for a few seconds, and he smiles politely. “I get that a lot.”

You feel the burn of triumph in your chest and move in for the killing blow. “Oh really? I wish you’d kept a list, Rogers, because I’d love to meet more female mechanics.”

Adversarial

Your soulmate can go straight to hell.

First of all, your Words are written on your fucking hand, and it almost takes up the whole thing! Who the fuck thought that was okay?

Schools don’t let you cover your hands, did your jerkface soulmate ever think of that? No? Classic.

Oh, and then there are the bullies. So. Many. Bullies. Telling the new kids to come up and say the words to greet you was predictable, but exploiting teachers’ inherent laziness-- ‘but Mrs. DoNothing, I was just reading the words off her hand!’ --was icing on the shit sundae.

You graduated from that hellhole, moved as far away as possible, and got a job that would cover you in gunk so you wouldn’t have to think about your Words every single day.

Now it’s seven years later and your boss asks you to come along on his fancy-ass job at the Avenger Hideout in upstate New York. You’re sure you’ll be kicked to the curb when you meet Stark himself, though. The man is snark incarnate, and you can rarely pass up an opportunity to mouth off.

“‘Sit down and shut up if you want to stay alive,’” he quotes, right after the handshake. The smug look on his face is warranted, because working with the Avengers is one of the few times your soulmate words apply to regular life.

“Yeah I’ll stay standing if it’s all the same to you,” you smile, with too many teeth and everything. You usually choose something more spicy, but you really want this job. Besides, Stark’s soulmark words are well known, so you don’t have to speak to history here.

“As long as you keep your death wish to yourself like everyone else in the asylum, we’re cool. Welcome aboard.”

The Avengers Compound is pretty sweet, actually, and your coworkers don’t seem like the typical stooges. It takes almost a month to persuade them that you really do enjoy the dirtiest, toughest jobs, and after that everything is smooth, filthy sailing. It’s always a good day if you end it needing a long, hot shower and half a bottle of degreasing soap.

There’s an iPad mounted within floor-view for people to text you if they need something. It doubles as your personal DJ, so when the sound cuts out, you slide your ass out from underneath the Quinjet you were servicing to find a pair of boots standing next to it. As you rise gracefully (read: clamber) to your feet, their owner speaks.

“Are you the lead mechanic? Stark said I could find them here.”

A ripple of… something tugs his eyebrow upward for a few seconds, and he smiles politely. “I get that a lot.”

You feel the burn of triumph in your chest and move in for the killing blow. “Oh really? I wish you’d kept a list, Rogers, because I’d love to meet more female mechanics.”

Until this point, he’d been holding himself like the soldier that he is, with the same stiff courtesy you’d seen from his rare television appearances. That all falls away, now. Rogers clears his throat, hitting his fisted hand on his chest as though knocking loose his initial impression of you, then extends that hand out for you to shake.

Your eyebrows skyrocket at just how much grease he’ll end up with if he goes through it, but Captain America’s outstretched hand doesn’t waver.

It’s time for you to knock loose your first impression. You give him a respectful nod and grasp his hand firmly. The grip slips as you shake, but you don’t offer any apology, and Rogers doesn’t seem to need one, not even when there’s a squishing sound as you both disengage. You take pity on the man and snag him a blue towel from your workbench.

“So, what do you need that Stark couldn’t Lord it down here and ask for himself?”

The towel is doing nothing. “We’ve got a mission coming up that will involve some repair work mid-way. Refugee camp in the middle of a regional conflict, with aggressors who like to send self-destructive drones to ruin our day. Army thinks it’s cheaper if it’s us, and not them.” He gestures towards your large tool bag. “We’d like to get in, get fixed back up, and get out in a hurry, and Stark says you’re the…” he pauses.

“Say it.”

“‘Gremlin’ for the job,” he says, apologetically offering back the newly-soiled towel with his still-soiled hand.

“Sounds about right. Have his Jeeves give me the details, yeah?” You start whistling as you scooch back down to finish up the job you’d been working on when Rogers had come in. It takes a not-inconsiderable amount of time for him to walk back out, and you count that as a win.

They were… not kidding about the danger of the mission.

The trip out had been unpleasant as hell, gaining you some unwanted on-the-job experience with what it’s like being motion-sick under fire. As expected, the vehicle is hit by two diligent little destructo-bots, but you take care of the first one handily. Getting the second off and its damage mitigated is made more difficult by the urgency in the comms.

The team is on the way with the refugees in tow, and they want to take off as soon as they get back. Doing that with unknown damage is a terrible idea.

“All right, you heat-seeking little bot-barnacle, you ARE coming off, even if I have to pry off a panel of the ship to do it!” you snap, five minutes later. You're bluffing, since can’t even tell if the damned thing’s done any damage or if the sum total of its effect is ‘skewering the hull and sitting there smug as hell about it.’ The team is getting closer and closer, and the pounding of your heart is so loud you can hear it like a drumbeat in your ears.

They turn out to be footfalls, not your heartbeat.

A metal hand appears out of utterly nowhere and grabs the attack drone, ripping it out of the hull and throwing it with enough force to send it a half mile away. You’re left with your mouth hanging open as the owner of the hand (the arm. It’s an arm, and it’s the most gorgeous piece of machinery you’ve ever, ever seen) turns to face you. He’s wearing tactical gear and a sour expression, and every one of your blood vessels have converted themselves to gasoline at the very sight of him.

“That’s quite an arm you’ve got, soldier,” you quip.

His face twists into fierce fury as he points to the ramp leading into the Quinjet. “Sit down and shut up if you want to stay alive.”

For once in your life, you do what you’re told without complaint or combativeness. The phrase ‘internal combustion’ has never been so apt. The textbooks all say that finding your soulmate feels like figuring out your place in the world, something you’ve always thought was utter bullshit, but--

…but your soulmate has a mechanical arm.

The rest of the team shows up mere seconds later, and from there you’re caught up in the whirlwind of weight balancing, choosing what to ditch to fit every last person in the vehicle. For a few crazy minutes, it seems your grouchy soulmate might be left behind to fend for himself (you have no idea who he is, but you’re completely certain this man could wipe out the entire platoon that Rogers says is heading their way), but you and Stark figure out an overspeed hack that can work for just long enough to get somewhere safe.

You’re too busy keeping your ride in the air to think about anything else, and once you’re all back on solid ground, disembarking is a madhouse. You and Stark are the last two off the thing. He flips up his helmet and gives you one of his thousand-watt smiles.

“Great job today. Forgot to tell you Barnes was with us for this one.”

“Barnes?” you ask, distractedly running your calloused fingers over the rift where the perfect man had pulled out the drone. It looks like a patch might work, rather than having to get a piece machined.

“James 'Bucky' Barnes. The Vodka Popsicle?” Stark comes over and makes a show of frowning at the way you’re just shrugging. “See, if you were fun, you’d be pretending you have no idea so you can milk me of all the good nicknames.”

The soulmate thing is burning a fuse in the back of your mind, and you don’t have enough left in your tank to banter. “I really don’t know, Motor Mouth. I just kept my head down and did my job.”

You smack the hull of the Quinjet and start toward the elevator bank, secretly pleased with your own stupid nickname. ‘Barnes’ sounds familiar, but you can’t place the name.

“Come on, CS, you had to have seen his arm!”

This stops you in your tracks so quickly you can almost hear the record scratch sound. Right at that moment, you realize where you heard the name Bucky Barnes: in your high school history class! This has to be fake, some stupid Superhero hazing or something.

You spin on your heel, about to accuse Stark of only remembering the name because he had a hot teacher that day, but at the very last minute you remember his father was a WWII war hero. Fine, you can go with 'snark overload' instead. “Friend of your dad’s, then? What happened? Time machine?”

“Fascist Russian trauma, actually,” he says, herding you into the elevator. “JARVIS, can you take over? I need to fly home to the Missus.”

“Wait, Stark--” He’s in the air before you can finish objecting.

One enlightening elevator ride later, you make your way to your workshop in a trance. This whole thing is a coincidence. It has to be. The man has gone through hell, vanquished hell, joined its army only to claw his way out... and his reward is what?

You?

“Took you long enough,” a voice says from the darkest corner of the space. You don’t have to guess who it is. There’s only one person it could be.

“That’s funny as hell in context, you know that?” Shit. Even to your own ears, you sound defensive. “Look,” you rush to add. “I picked this job to keep my Words to myself as much as possible, and I’ll keep doing that. I don’t want anything from you.”

You’re lying. You want a look at his arm like you want coffee in the morning, like you want air in your lungs after a brutal run. If he were anyone else you’d be planning a charm offensive, and you’re not what most people would describe as charming.

“One problem,” Barnes says, stepping out of the shadows with his flesh hand outstretched toward you. It’s so cinematic you forget he’s basically danger incarnate-- and then he makes contact.

Pleasure sizzles up from his grip on your wrist, skin to skin, soul to soul. It’s mind-numbing in the same way as the aftermath of an orgasm, so similar that you stumble a little bit when he lets go only seconds later. You’ve only read about Sensitivity or seen it depicted in movies, and neither did the full glory of it justice.

“Holy fuck,” you whisper.

He doesn’t look affected at all. “Yeah. One hell of a weakness.”

You go from shaken to pissed faster than the Quinjet hits cruise speed. “Get the fuck out, then! My workshop is invite only.”

“Is that right?” Barnes asks, insultingly unphased. Your arms are crossed, and he just glares right into your eyes and taps one perfectly articulated metal finger on the newly silver Words on your hand. “Stark’s AI updated our medical files. If you’re unconscious, this gets me into your hospital room. That’s invitation enough.”

Fucking great. “Well, either knock me out or fuck off, then, Barnes. I have work left to do.” Your gut is twisted metal right now, jagged and raw from disappointment and desperation. This man is a legend, a warrior with a marvel of machinery for an arm and a past that would make the devil blush. He doesn't want you, and he shouldn’t, he shouldn’t. With misery staining your heart black as old oil, you stalk over to the nearest workbench before he can tell how upset you are.

“It’s not personal,” he says flatly.

Soulmate words are as personal as it gets, which means he’s saying it to fire you up. You won’t rise to the bait. Most people are uncomfortable with silence, but you use it as a weapon. The minutes tick by as you clean off the work table, with no other sound than the clink of metal on metal and the slide of heavy tools on the hard, solid surface.

Soon, all that’s left is a bucket half full of sand. At least this is simple and easy to understand; a cheap, abundant material used for friction, stability, and sometimes even a mold to pour hot metal into. As you burn away your fury with your impossible soulmate staring silent holes into your back, you wonder whether you’re half as valuable to him as this.

“Look. I don’t want or need--”

You shove the bucket off the side of the work table and spin around, your next words practically exploding out of your chest. “You think I don’t know that? I get it. I’m nobody. Neither of us want--” He’s advancing on you and you hop up onto the surface of the workbench, primed to kick, scratch, and scream if he tries to melt your brain again with your goddamned soulmate connection.

“Jesus. Just-- stay inside, will you?”

With those cryptic words, Bucky Barnes walks out.

You’re speechless, and the worst part is how much your body is craving the glorious, drugging feeling of his touch on your skin.

JARVIS calls out your name just as you force yourself to assess the sand mess you’ve tantrumed everywhere. Your ‘what?’ is as short and annoyed as you can make it.

I thought you ought to know that Sergeant Barnes spent his time after leaving the Quinjet checking on your safety. He requested I adjust the camera angle to more fully catch the doorway to your room, requested the visitor logs--

“Which you denied, yes? Yes?” you snap, gripping the broom handle like it’s your soulmate’s neck.

Of course. Despite his assertion, mutual consent is required for such things, barring a formal, legal relationship.

“For the record, it’s bullshit that it took until 1973 for that.”

I heartily agree. As I was saying, Sgt. Barnes took it upon himself to--

“Blah blah safety, you win the award for meddling, JARVIS, but what I really need from you is a magical ability to clean up this mess.”

Deepest apologies, but there is a purpose to this endeavor. The door to your suite did not meet Sgt. Barnes expectations, regarding your safety on-site.

“What the hell are you-- Wait.” You drop the broom and head out, speaking angrily up at the ceiling as you stalk down the hallway. “Tell me there’s still a door there, JARVIS.”

I’m afraid I cannot.

“Yeah, you should be afraid!” you hiss. “Tell me where he is or I’ll take a blowtorch to the wiring in the server room.”

Stark’s damned AI doesn’t even have the grace to sound concerned.

I see why some say you have a fiery temper. Sgt. Barnes is in one of the basement sparring rooms. Shall I arrange for an elevator?

“I’ll walk, thanks.”

The bank of exercise rooms is open to everyone on campus, and the doors only close when there’s someone in there. That makes it easy to figure out where to knock.

The door swings open, and your mouth runs dry.

Barnes is sweaty, wearing only a black tank and tight pants, and the harsh hallway light glistens on the metal of his arm. You’re completely certain that touching it will feel just as good as the skin-to-skin contact earlier. You drift forward, captivated, and the door shuts behind you. The clicking sound brings you back to furious reality.

Through gritted teeth, you say, “You. Owe. Me. A. Door.”

He scoffs silently, looking you up and down as if gauging how little effort he’d have to expend against you in a fight. “Stark owes you a door. I just proved that.”

“What the fuck gives you the right--”

Barnes interrupts not with words, but with quick, jerky movements at his waist, unbuckling, unzipping, and shoving. He slaps the flat of his palm against the Words on his bare thigh and says, “This. Every single woman I came in contact with was in danger. You’re not secure here.” He strips the pants off completely and throws them into the corner of the room before advancing on you, somehow just as menacing in briefs and a tank. “Not until we get this out of our systems.”

He’s lithe as a cat, and you’re only able to stumble back a few inches and scrunch your eyes shut before he encircles your wrist with one hand.

The cool metal is soothing despite being inexorable. You suck in a surprised breath and open your eyes just in time to watch the clever shit that is your soulmate dip his head to kiss you.

The pleasure is sudden and devastating. Your heart seizes up, stutters, and starts sending napalm through your veins as he walks you back against the wall and presses the full length of his body against yours. If each touch is a contact high, these kisses are full-throttle erotic warfare, with your brain offline and your hindbrain keening. You 'fight back' with everything you have, fingernails scratching at the back of his neck, teeth grazing his inner lip, all with your Words pulsing encouragement on the back of your hand.

If you’re not careful, this soulmate bond will acid-etch the narcotic joy of this moment right into your heart.

As if he can hear your thoughts, Barnes lets out a deep groan and pulls back to look you directly in the eyes. “This is a strategy, not a relationship.”

You’re touch-drunk, but you’re not in love. “Look, Deathsquad, I only want you for your arm.”

Barnes’ smile is like the sun coming up, damn him. “Fuck me enough to get past Sensitivity and I’ll let you have a whole afternoon with it.” As if to emphasize how much you’d both enjoy that plan, he slides his flesh hand past your waistband and grabs your ass, holding you steady for the twist of his hips.

Your smarts are offline, your lungs are at half capacity, your cunt is criminally empty, and you fully understand how people end up falling for stranger soulmates, if this is what Sensitivity does to a person.

“Fine,” you snap, hoping to hell you sound less needy than you feel.

The two of you glare at each other for a charged second, and then there’s a race to strip the rest of your clothes off. Not even sixty whole seconds later you’re kneeling on a thick floor mat, more nervous and excited than you’ve ever been in your life, damn him. Barnes comes up behind to set a warm, drugging hand on your hip, and then it’s bliss, sexual rapture from the very first thrust.

“Fuck, that’s insane,” he rasps into your ear, his right hand coming down hard on the mat beside you as he curls over and into you. “Perfect,” Barnes breathes, the word almost a whine, like he’d tried to hold it back and couldn’t.

You’re almost at white-out, already seconds away from the kind of orgasm that rearranges a girl’s blood chemistry, but you can’t let this one go. Arching your back and leaning to the side, you rock your hips in a cadence that unbalances the two of you just enough to force him to brace with his left, instead. You’re moaning insult-adjacent nonsense syllables now, but you gather enough willpower to clutch his metal hand with your marked one.

“Now it’s perfect,” you grit out.

Barnes’ sexy chuckle in your ear sends you into a black-out orgasm for the ages.

You wake up alone, which feels like a statement, but you notice when you roll over that you’re not sticky. The clothes you’d torn off and thrown in wild abandon are folded next to you, too. You scramble to put them on, stepping curiously into the shared adjoining bathroom to find a wet washcloth draped over the towel rack and a sticky note marked with a large B on the mirror.

“Don’t get sentimental on me, asshole,” you mutter as you snatch it off.

Crankshaft: Don’t get sentimental on me. Wednesday at 4? B

The words are printed, even the B, meaning that while you laid there naked and insensate, he’d gone and printed something out instead of just waking you up. On top of that outrage, someone’s told him your nickname, which for some stupid reason feels more intimate than anything that just happened. It’s something that’s just yours, not influenced by stupid-ass destiny genetics, and if he tries to use it verbally, you’ll… you’ll… You sigh. There’s not one thing you can do to influence this guy, except possibly make him angry that you exist at all.

One big Sensitivity-struck security risk, that’s what you are.

You’re about to crumple up the note when you see it’s got something else hand drawn on the back, a sequence of numbers and letters in a jagged sort of rectangle. The shape looks familiar, but you’re sated and stupid after however long without caffeine. You gather up your things and make the walk of shame back to your apartment, realizing when you’re almost there that the fucking door is probably still missing.

It’s not. There’s already a brand-new door there, and on it is another sticky note. This one’s just the hand drawn shape and accompanying symbols. You snatch it up and go inside, vindictively locking the door with both locks until you remember Barnes’ whole thing about safety.

With a sour feeling in your stomach from doing exactly what he’d want you to, you lay both notes down to examine the shapes, finally sketching them out on a third piece of paper.

The numbers and letters work out to be a room and floor number, probably for his rooms here at the compound

Combined, the shapes look just like the plating for his metal arm

You refuse to be taken in by this, even if it is right up your alley.

“JARVIS?”

At your service, Miss.

“Will you locate a small, neutral space for a… meeting between myself and Sgt. Barnes tomorrow at four, and let both of us know the location once you’re finished?” There’s no way in hell you’re doing anything that even hints at girlfriend behavior with this guy, so no bedrooms. What’s between you is literally just biology, nothing more.

If you insist.

“I do. And don’t use my nickname with him. He doesn’t deserve it.”

The singing in your veins makes a good opposing argument, but that’s just biology again, and you won’t be swayed by it. The only thing you’ll be swayed by is his marvel of arm engineering. Everything else is just window dressing to help get you through the absurd pleasure-bond shit that comes with soulmate biology.

You skip dinner and go to bed early, dreaming all night of the purr of Barnes’ muscles over and against you, the gravel-drag of his stubble on your skin, and the hum of an engine starting to rev.

to be continued...

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes #soulmate au #enemies to lovers #bucky barnes smut #sex pollen-esque soulmate biology

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ambrosiagoldfish · 6 months ago

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i’m going a teensy bit feral reading your adam x third spouse story so i guess im just asking for part five and for it to hopefully have focus on dad beat dad and how lucifer would react to seeing the reader again after so long and like what would happen n stuff 🤭🤭 ofc if this is dumb ignore it i like what you’re doing with the story already !! the part im most excited for is the finale tbh but there’s a lot of time in between what you have rn and then so i’m just yapping abt stuff that could be cool in between. thsi is so jumbled omg sorry i just wanna see more of your writing it’s so good

idk how to end this uhh i love you bye 🫡

Benefit of the doubt PT.5

Adam x 3rd Spouse! Reader

Warnings: GN! Reader, confronting the past, next to no Adam (I know, sad, but it’s for the plot), Reader focused chapter, this is set during ‘Dad Beat Dad’, swearing, the next 2 chapters will have a LOT more Adam DW ❤️❤️

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Request Box: OPEN

Word count: 4322

A/n: Hey everyone! Thank you so much for the support on all the other chapters. It’s been 8-ish months since the last update and for that I want to apologize. I’ll save it for its own dedicated post to not full int his page too much. But if you’ve saw one of my post from the other day, I have posted this on A03 and I’m giving myself 8 total parts. 7 will be the finale and 8 will be an epilogue styled thing (not even sure if I’m wanting to do it so when we get there, you guys can tell me if you want it!! ) so yeah, enough rambling, you’ve all been waiting so long for the next part so here you go!! <3

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Old memories have a habit of slithering their way back into a person's mind, and even sometimes, people

The first few months at fhe hotel were a lot more enjoyable than you originally expected. Most days went relatively the same, Charlie would choose an activity to do and you would observe the progress they made.

At first, progress hadn't shown much promise but as everyone grew closer, things began to look up. Angel had gone clean with his drug abuse and was distancing himself from his line of work. Sir Pentious started to actually trust the people around him and has done no major constructional damage to any buildings as of late.

Everything was going so smoothly that, when you had woken up one morning to the sounds of screaming, running, and just general chaos. You thought everything was finaly going into the ground.

You quickly run down to the lobby, thoughts of what could be happening run through you. Did one of Pentious experiments fail and explode? Were we being attacked by one of the many gangs in town? Did Alastor decide the hotel was actually boring and started destroying it, starting with the occupants? Whatever it was, you hurry faster to the lobby.

But what was meeting you there was… unexpected to say the least. Party streamers, banners, cookies. It looked like some kind of welcome party heaven would do, albeit with less flare and taste in decor. A banner that read ‘Wellcum Daddy’ was being hung up by Razzle and Dazzle, everyone was either cleaning or baking something, and Vaggie seemed to be ordering them around.

You look at the clock, huh, it’s way too early for any kind of Charlie’s trust exercises. Not to mention, she would have told you about the curriculum and there was absolutely not a 10 AM home-EC class listed on your schedule.

You quickly run up to Charlie who seemed to be preoccupied with helping Vaggie put something up “Charlie, what’s going on?” You tap on her shoulder, She jumps a bit before just realizing it’s you,

”Oh- Y/N, I’m so sorry, I completely forgot to get you!” She apologizes when Vaggie pops in,

“Don’t be, I told Nifty to go wake you up, but looks like she had better things to do” she points over at Niffty swifty stabbing bugs and removing cobwebs out of habit

“It’s fine, just… what’s everyone doing, what’s with all the party supplies and sweets?” You say, arms to the festive lobby around you.

“Oh well…” she took a deep breath “you know that The deadline is fast approaching and while we’ve made progress it’s not much” she paused, trying to even brace herself for what’s coming out of her mouth, “I have asked… my dad to come over and hopefully get us a meeting with heaven” she stops, completely caved in on herself.

“Wait, so… your dad is coming here?” you thought about the times she had asked you to get them a meeting with heaven but you had already explained to her that it would be next to impossible for someone like you. You had to practically beg just to monitor the hotel

Charlie Picked herself back up and looked at you with a shakey demeanor, “Yeah In about… 55 minutes”

You blink a few times before giving a small chuckle “Well, would you look at the date! I think it’s time I used my 1-per-month trip back home! If you’ll excuse me-“

“Wait! No-“ she trips over herself “We need you here, if dad can see, not only the progress we’ve made, but also that we already have an angel supporter, there’s no way he could say no!”

“Charlie, I don’t think it’s a good idea-”

“PleasePleasePlease! I will pay you back, promise! But I- we could really use you there!” Her eyes looked at you, similar to a puppy. She hands clasped together In plea.

You looked away in thought. Seeing him again was the last thing you wanted to do at this moment, any moment for that matter. The last time…well to be honest, the whole exchange hadn’t meant anything to you in quite a while. He could say whatever he wanted about you… it was the words he had to say about Adam that kept your heart ablaze in anger at the Morningstar.

Trash? He should really look in the mirror before saying that about your Adam. But… this could be a good opportunity for the hotel -as much as it pained you to admit- You can only sigh, “fine.. for the hotel…” You let out a small chuckle raising your arm in defeat.

Charlie jumped up and down with glee, repeating a matra of ‘Thank You’s’ before continuing “I get it might be difficult since you’re an Angel.” She tries to give some comfort. But that caught your attention.

“Because I’m an Angel?” You honestly didn’t mean to say it out loud but it came out as a question.

She looks at you confused “yeah, you know, considering I don’t think angels have too kind of thoughts to my dad for being… the devil” she laughs nervously

Oh. Oh. So that’s what she means. So she doesn’t know about your past with him? Not too much a surprise, I doubt Lucifer would bring up any of his failures. But that also made you realize one other thing. Charlie doesn’t know about your marriage with Adam.

Look, you didn’t mean to keep it a secret. In fact you had already assumed they knew. I mean you were sitting literally right next to him and Vaggie already knew who you were. You just thought she would have told Charlie, but knowing this now… it may be best to keep it a secret.

You let out a quick “I understand.” and with that, you all went your separate ways, you did contribute to the decor the best you could, as well as helping Sir Pentious and Nifty with the baking until finally, it was time for Charlie’s dad to arrive.

You walked over to a more remote place in the hotel lobby, look… you may have to interact with him today but you will not be doing it that soon. Instead, you decided your best choice of action was to sit and watch quietly until Charlie decided it was time for you two to meet. And in the meantime, you can mentally brace yourself.

Charlie sighs deeply “Okay everybody, it’s showtime!”

With that she swings the door open revealing the one, the only (thank Father) king of hell himself, Lucifer. Immediately Lucifer pulls his, obviously nervous daughter into his arms. He greets her with excitement before moving on to Keekee, and eventually Razzle and Dazzle.

He eyes the room, clearly covering up any distain for the hotels “character” to protect Charlie’s feelings. At least until he got to the bar which even he couldn’t lie his way through.

Even from the distant view you were from, you could see Alastor and Lucifer weren't going to be the best of buds anytime soon. As soon as they were introduced to one another they immediately got into it. Huh, at least now you have something in common with Alastor at least! If that’s even a good thing.

Their quarrel lasted a few minutes, everyone either waiting for it to be over, completely ignoring it, or enjoying it as entertainment. It lasted what felt like an eternity and was only interrupted when a short and plump woman by the name of ‘Mimzy’ came into the scene.

The old time-y dressed woman was one of Alastor’s friends, you honestly didn’t think he had those but you digress. Eventually once the commotion dies down, you see Charlie give you a nervous smile and wave for you, ‘that’s my cue’ you thought. Anxiety still felt taught in your heart but still you pushed through.

You walk out of your hiding spot, walking up to be next to Charlie. Still trying to keep your presence hidden for as long as you could, savoring those last few moments of peace before a wave of interactions.

Charlie clears her throat and puts on a more professional demeanor despite her nervousness, getting the attention from her dad, “And last but certainly not least, i’d like you to meet our Angelic sponsor-“

“Y/N!?-“ the fallen Angel suddenly started coughing, clearly having choked on his own words. He clears his throat “Sorry! I just wasn’t expecting… you to be here” he lets out a chuckle.

“You guys know each other!?” Charlie looked shocked, her voice pitching up in bewilderment.

“We’ve… met before,.” Your voice was low, But still you pushed through “Though, it’s hardly relevant to anything of importance now. Isn’t that right, Morningstar?”

Lucifer's face contorted into an uncomfortable shaky smile, fingertips digging into his Apple-shaped cane. Perhaps he felt some type of remorse for the way things happened back all those years ago, but even if that’s true, you had no plans to forgive him.

He clears his throat “Yes it’s- unimportant Sweetie.. “

You 3 stand in awkward silence for a moment, all you can do is glare daggers at the short ex-Angel in front of you. Eventually though, you couldn’t stand the scilence any longer, “Well Charlie, I have to get something done in my room and I’ll be back to help with the tour in a few minutes, if that’s ok?”

Charlie looked like she wanted to protest, for you to stay with her through the tour, but she knew you wouldn’t just leave and not come back. “Um, yeah that’s fine! Me and Alastor can get the tour started and you can meet us around the 4th floor?”

You gave a quick nod as agreement and make your way to your room. Sighing, you flop down on your bed, feeling the soft warmth as you sink into comfort. Pulling out your phone, you quickly typing a text to Adam but your thumb simply hovered over the send button, anxiety washing over you. Your message was simple,

‘I promise that everything’s ok, but he’s here’’

You were hesitating, should you even tell him that he's here? You didn’t want to worry him over something so insignificant. He has a show tonight, he wouldn’t be at his best if he was constantly thinking you would be in the same room as the devil.

Or even worse, he could just cancel the show completely and march down here and a cause a ruckus which at best would completely destroy the Hotel’s plans and at worse… No, you can’t think of that.

You look at the message again before just setting your phone on your nightstand. 10 minutes… that’s all you need before you go back out there…

…Lucifer was having… let’s just say a tinsy bit of a bad day. Not only has he been forced to interact with that insufferable yellow-toothed sinner but also, he has been reunited with someone he hadn’t seen in a millenia, you.

The anxiety of the day was only topped off with the added stress of being with his daughter. Don’t get him wrong, he LOVES his daughter and is always happy to see her, but the way she talks and acts with these sinners… Ugh, it reminds him too much of himself back in the day.

Her hotel too… He may have given her the place but he never gave it much thought beyond it being a pipe dream for her. He was just trying to do something for his daughter, especially with… Lilith being out of the picture. He just wanted to cheer her up, and unfortunately it seems ‘grandiose plans’ run in the family.

Even now as Charlie and that Red haired Buck show him around, Charlie explains excitedly about different things they have at the hotel. It reminds Lucifer about how she was when she was little, that glow of joy never seemed to fade away from her despite the conditions she lives in.

But even still, as much as he’s trying not to zone out and actually listen to his daughters rambles, his mind keeps trailing back to one, singular thought. You.

What were you doing here? He knows you were there to ‘support the hotel’ as Charlie puts it. But this is the absolute first he’s hearing about it. Why wouldn’t heaven tell him that another Angel was down here, let alone, you most of all. The last time he saw you was… not the best first meeting

Were you here in secret? You clearly weren't fallen, considering you still had your halo and you didn’t look like you’ve been damaged anywhere close to what you’d be if you had fallen. Not to mention… Adam, the exterminations were his idea so why would you even consider an alternative when you are his-

“Uh, Dad?” Charlie interrupted Lucifer’s thoughts, a look of worry on her face. ”You’ve got a little bit of… horn? Sticking out”

Lucifer looks up and sees that he’s subconsciously beginning to phase into his full demon form. He quickly takes his hand and pats the horns as if he was just dusting off his coat, causing the horns to seem to fade away like dust. Wow, today really seems to be getting to him.

“Ah sorry Sweetie, it’s nothing just… uh..” He thinks for a moment, he has to talk to you alone, just for a second. “*Ahem* I was just realizing I had to… use the bathroom, I seem to have had one too many drinks on the way here. Can you tell me where the… bathroom is?” He lets out a chuckle to hopefully cover his lie.

“Oh, it’s just down the hall and to the right, I can take you there-“

Lucifer quickly lets out a loud ”No!“ Before clearing his through again “I can get there on my own, just wait here and I’ll be back!”

Before Charlie can even answer, Lucifer rushes through the halls of the hotel, yelling a ‘I’ll be back soon’ to his Daughter before turning the corner. He lets out a deep breath as he lays out the plan in his head. Figure out why you’re here, and get back to Charlie as fast as inhumanly possible.

Picking his feet up again, he makes his way to the lobby of the hotel, he looks around for a moment before spotting the check in desk. ‘They usually keep visitor information there, right?’

He quickly scours the desk, looking for any forms or documents that have your room number, before finally setting his eyes on your room number. It didn’t take long to find you seeing as there were such few occupants in the hotel.

He memorized your room and repeated it to himself while walking to your door. Past the first, 2nd, then finally, halfway through the hallway on the 3rd floor he finds it. Before he can knock, a sudden wave of worry floods his senses. Seriously, Why would he hesitate now?!

He shuffled around nervously, starting to doubt this little mission of his. Should he really be doing this? Is he really worried about you being here or is the real reason he came here because he wanted to… apologize to you? It’s true that the guilt of what happened all those years ago was still there. But… Digging up old memories just because he’s selfish and wants to apologize to you? He takes a deep breath.

He had to make things better or… at least get some things off his chest. So, with a heavy fist and an even heavier heart, he gently knocks on the hard wooden door…

This had been the longest 10 minutes of your life, trying to decide wether to send Adam the message, or to even return to tour with Charlie at all. As much as it pains you to say, you still become anxiety ridden when he’s in the room or even the mere mention of him. That spark of defiance you had in the lobby earlier being nothing but a small bit of courage. But you remembered that you had promised Charlie you’d be there for her, and you certainly weren’t one to take back a promise.

Before you could decide what to do, you hear an ever so faint knock on your door. Curiosity peaked, You thought Charlie was supposed to be waiting for you on the 4th floor? Had you taken too long and the tour went south? You quickly made your way to the door and hoped you wouldn’t see a very angry Charlie on the other side.

As the wooden-door creaked open, your face slowly turned bitter at The short, impish man who stood on the other side. Lucifer Morningstar. To be honest, you much would have preferred the angry Charlie, TWO very angry Charlies over this.

The man shuffled awkwardly in place, gripping his cane. Neither of you could break the silence . He avoided any eye-contact with you and even you couldn’t hide The disgusted expression on your face when looking at him. Finally after what feels like 3x the eternity you’ve lived thus far, you spoke In shaky words, ”What do you want?”

Lucifer pushed out his words as well as he could, meek they were, but you understood what he said “Can we please…talk?”

Your fingers gripped at the door, nails embedding into the wood, leaving scratches. It took all you had not to slam the door right in his face, but even if you had, it wouldn’t have solved any pressing issues. If anything, it might make him against Charlie’s idea with the hotel, which you couldn’t afford. You take a deep breath before letting out a quick but unsavory,

“5 minutes”

The short demon shuffles his way into the room as you follow in behind him, locking the door to prevent someone like Nifty or Charlie from walking in. Lucifer stands timidly by your nightstand as you stand on the complete opposite side of the room, facing him. Lucifer runs his neck as he lets out a shaky sigh “I just want to know what you’re doing here…” he pauses, he looks like he has more to say but decided not to.

You can only laugh to yourself “I’m here because I believe I think Charlie’s idea has potential to be great. The exterminations, they have to end… that’s why I’m here”

Lucifer seem a bit… surprised? Surprised with your stance on the exterminations. you figured he needed more than that so you continue “I… I’ve never been one for the exterminations. I've been against them from the start. I just didn't know what else to do. Nothing else seemed…right.“

He stayed silent, processing what you told him. He really didn’t understand you, he had a completely warped view of you. “If that’s all you wanted to know I’d rather you take your leave-“

“No!” You step back at the sudden raise in voice but he quickly clears his throat “No, there’s another thing. I would… I’d like to apologize to you about how things went… when we first met.”

You stared at him, the silence once again feeling the air. You didn’t dare break it, you watched as the impish man looked around with anxiety, trying to find the right words. “It’s always been there, in the back of my mind. How we- I, treated you. It was unacceptable… Lilith kept telling me to let it go, that she was done thinking about it, but I just couldn’t.” He takes a deep breath “so, I’m so sorry for hurting you, Y/n…”

Lucifer Morningstar. The man in front of you looked more akin to a puddle than a person at this point. Sweat dripped from his face, a scrunched mouth filled with a sour taste. He wasn’t looking at you, focusing his attention to the ground. Finally, after many long seconds later. You step forward, grabbing his attention.

“As much as I appreciate the apology, I don’t forgive you.” Lucifer began to speak or at least say he understood but no matter what his reaction was going to be, you interrupted him ‘“-I don’t forgive you, because I’m not the one who deserves it”

To that, Lucifer's head was struck with confusion, “what do you mean?” He tried to make sense of your words, shifting eyes looking around in unease before landing on a framed photo of a candlelit man, an old and forgotten, yet familiar smile on his face… ”You mean… Adam?” Despite his best efforts around you, saying the first man’s name still dripped his words with venom. That same sour taste filling his mouth at the mere mention of him. ”What does-” he stops himself, he knows why.

You breathe in slowly, “What you said to me, all of those years ago, hasn’t meant anything to me in a long time. I’ve gotten through it 10x over and finally understand that I am more than those words” you take another step towards him, closing the gap, “so… there's no use for your apology to me. But Adam… you’ve hurt him more than you couldn’t possibly imagine“

The room was filled with dense air, like any sudden move could kill the king of hell or even you at any second but still you continue. “Adam deserved so much better than what he was forced to have from you, so if anyone deserves your apology, it’s him.” He goes to speak but you shut him down again “but we all know that you are too prideful to do so, and Adam… he’s too stubborn to hear it”

You don’t yell, scream, all of your words coming soft from your lips “So… what you’re going to do, if you truly mean what you say. You will go back to your daughter, forget this conversation ever happened, then you can march back to your big castle with your Loving wife, and leave us be, for the rest of eternity.”

With that, you step away from him, words that have been bubbling inside you for centuries finally having been let out. It felt like several hundred pounds had been lifted off of you. You begin to walk to the door to let him out, wanting the conversation to be over, When you hear him speak a faint ”Ex-Wife actually”

You pause, your teeth already biting your tongue. Honestly, if you really thought about it, it was poetic. The Angel who ruined two marriages, leaving Adam nothing but a broken heart and baggage, ended up with a failed marriage himself.

But even still, you still felt a slight pain of pity for him. Through clenched teeth you let out ”I'm… sorry to hear that. It must be hard.”

This kind of thing, no matter the person, is always tough. You knew the aftermath of it through Adam, even now he struggles with so many issues from it. In that regard, you felt pity for the ruler of hell, but the rest of you felt… glad? Glad that he finally understands just a thorn of the pain he inflicted on Adam.

“The 5 minutes are up so… go now… please.” Your voice shakes near the end, your will power for everything you’ve done starting to break. Lucifer looked equally as defeated, you could tell he wanted to say more but he just nodded his head before walking out the door. slowly, silently, you close the door back before sliding down it as your legs give out.

You wanted to cry, scream, do anything but sit there, but you couldn’t. Your voice hurts from talking, your feet hurt from standing, everything just… hurts.

DING DING DING

A luminous yellow light follows the sound, you lifted your head and saw your phone on your nightstand. Adam… You used all of your strength to make it to your bed, practically having to crawl to avoid any more tiredness in your aching body. You finally land on the soft mattress to pick up your phone, seeing the plethora of messages from Adam.

DIXKMASTER69

Yo Bitch, everything good??

You’ve been typing for like 10 minutes

Answer me

Hellllloooooo??????

Oh, that’s why he was texting. You had completely forgotten your half written message you were debating on sending earlier. You start to delete it and rewrite it when suddenly,

INCOMING CALL FROM DIXKMASTER69

You sigh at the screen, your phone vibration sends chills through your aching arms, it acts as a lifeline for you not to fall asleep on the soft plush beneath you. You press the answer button.

‘Fuck Babe, finally! Are you ok?!” Adam’s voice sounded angry but you know he was just worried “you’ve been texting for like 15 minutes”

“Yeah, don’t worry Adam, I... must have fallen asleep while trying to message you”

“It’s 12 in the afternoon, you dont normally fall asleep in the middle of the day” Adam questions, his voice having obvious worry for you.

“Today’s just been very tiring. But I promise I’m fine, it’s just happened a lot today.” You hated lying to him, your other half, but you know this is something that he shouldn’t have to worry about.

You hear him groan, “how many times do I have to fuckin’ tell you not to overwork yourself for those sinners”

“I know, I’m sorry” you pause “I… I have to go now but I promise I’ll call you later, yeah?“

He was quiet on the other side before he lets out “Yeah, just don’t overdo yourself ok?” His voice was soft, no hint of sarcasm or anger, just him.

You let out a small breathy laugh “I promise. Have fun at your show tonight. Talk to you later, love you.”

“Love you too”

CLICK

You sigh to yourself, you still have the tour to do. It’s fine, everything is fine.

Tomorrow will be a better day. it has to be.

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